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Chapter 5

Let him zip you up?

Sigh. You don't have much choice.

Sure enough, he immediately halts you with a hand on your shoulder. "You're not going out like that, are you? Tsk, tsk. You look so sloppy. Hardly appropriate for a Team Rocket courier. You'll give us a bad name."

Pete puts his hands on your buckle, taking his time to jostle your breasts plenty as he does. He's handsy, but you know if you just let him do what he wants, it will be over quicker.

"Ah, yeah, sorry... I do need help. You know I can't do it myself." You drop your bag and turn your back to him, like you've done countless times before. Sweeping your long hair forward to expose your entire back, you add a meek "Please do it for me?"

You can hear his smirk as the heavy zipper slowly makes its way up your back, drawing your clothing tight and sealing you up. "There's a good girl. You look so much better when you're properly in uniform, anyway."

The sensation of the zipping always makes you feel just a little horny, knowing you are indeed helpless to escape your sexy clothes. You once tried cutting it but the material is somehow resistant. It's strange; you've never enjoyed being Team Rocket's bitch—although sometimes the sex has been fun—but the damned zipper thing has become a head-game you just can't quite shake. It renders you helpless. Dependent. Free to move around but totally trapped all the same. You hate that you enjoy it at all.

The click of the zipper reaching the top signals that the job is done. You have examined the zipper countless times while not wearing the garment. It's simple enough to operate while not wearing it but it does take two hands; anyone on the road could help you with it. But now that it's up, you will need help getting out of your clothes again. That's one thing that's an absolute certainty. Maybe you can find a helpful trainer in the woods.

"Thanks, Pete. You're always looking out for me." You try to sound grateful and hide your faint arousal. 'Just leave me alone, please!' You think to yourself, bending at the waist to pick up your pack. You know you're just presenting your ass to him, but he's likely to just give you a spank and be on his way if he's satisfied that you're not putting up any kind of resistance.

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