Sure, but that doesn't mean her ordeal is over

I may have made an error picking someone who enjoys toying with people this much.

Not because of what it was doing to Liz but because of what it was doing to me. Liz wasn't the only person there for Val to toy with, and in the grand scheme of things, she didn't really see a difference between me and her.

Liz was....distracted. so she didn't particularly notice how on edge i was.

The situation was still delicate. The store closed at 10 and if this all went to plan she would be mine for the rest of her life by midnight.

If she has an explosive public orgasm in front of me and runs away in shame....well then what do i do?

All i have so far is a video of her taking money that the paperwork and bank statements indicate never actually happened, and a pair of her panties.... not exactly life ruining.

Val took exceptional glee in edging her right to the brink well she was trying to deal with customers. I found this to be a pretty **** risk, seeing as Val was watching this whole thing with a soundless camera and therefore only had her body language to go on.

My cock throbbed in time with Liz's poorly hidden moans.

I had spent most of the previous night talking to Val, answering questions about what i found appealing about Liz. Honestly i thought she was fucking with me until i realized, right, she's a true pure asexual, she Honestly doesn't get why someone like Liz is any sexier than anyone else.

Putting it to words was harder then i realized it would be but eventually i came up with the following.

First and foremost there is the simple, cute tiny asian thing. Automatic bonus points.

Her body isn't muscular, it looks soft, naturally slim, and thanks to that one time she came in on her way to the beach and i got to see her in a bikini, i know she doesn't have the whole "so skinny you can count her ribs" shit going on. I like small women but never got the whole supermodel thing. Most of them look like if you fucked them, it would be pointy.

She has a fluid grace to her movements that makes me assume she took dance lessons at some point in her life, some seem more inclined to a pole then ballet though.

If most people wanted to pick up somthing from the ground or a low shelf they would bend at the waist or lower themselves to one knee. Not Liz though. No Liz will plant one foot and then in seemingly 1 continuous motion, bring her heels together, bend her knees well simultaneously spreading her legs to full extention until her heels indented her asscheeks.

Once or twice a day, she would lean her back against the counter and bring a knee up to her chest, wrap her arms around her shin and hug it tight before arching her back. Even with whatever industrial grade panties she usually wore that prevents camel toe most of the time couldn’t withstand that ****.

Val occasionally, throughout the shift, would instruct Liz to stike one of these poses when i was nearby. But two things were different from when i normally tried to ogle her doing these things.

First, she wasn't wearing underwear, so there was a perfect outline of her pussy visable. The fabric around her twat looked darker with what im assuming was wetness. Val cranked the vibe during these stretches.

Second Val told her to look straight into the camera well she did it. This meant, instead of stolen glances i got to drink it all in. During the third knee to chest stretch, Val turned it up so high i could hear it from the other register. It was like she crumpled at the waist, she stumbled forward and to the side as her leg came back down.

Her breathing was heavy and her eyes looked glassy. The buzzing sound dropped out of my auditory range but Liz showed little reaction, she was just staring at the middle distance and panting.

I couldn’t tell you what inspired me to do it but i stepped forward and gently touched her bare arm. Me and Liz had a fantastic working relationship and would often joke or talk but i had NEVER touched her except minor brushes of her hand when passing things too her.

The fine hairs on her arm stood on end at my touch, first her dark eyes flicked to my hand then too my face. It's hard to explain but she was looking at me but not quite seeing me.

Her eyes slowly drifted down from my face to my chest and eventually settled on my crotch. The bulge in my jeans wasnt a perfect outline of my cock but it was quite obvious.

I stared at her soft pink lips, they were slightly parted and i saw the tip of her soft wet tongue flick across her lips and a single drop of saliva escaped at the corner of her mouth.

Her hand slowly started to extend toward my groin before she suddenly seemed to snap back to herself and stepped back looking confused.

"Are you ok, looked like you were spacing out there for a few seconds." I said, recovering first. I have no fucking clue how long we actually stood there like that and i was betting she didnt either.

".....yeah, sorry" she mumbled looking down and to the side. "Can i bum a smoke from you?" She asked after a steadying breath.

"I thought you quit like a year and a half ago." I said with genuine surprise in my voice. She had never mentioned so much as a craving in over a year. Honestly i had mostly forgotten she used to smoke at all.

"I started again recently" she muttered.

I fished a smoke and lighter out of my coat hanging above the safe and held them out to her. She started to reach for them, hesitated, the grabbed them. I felt the tip of her finger slide along he outside of my hand well she did. She hurried out the door without further comment and a flush in her cheeks.

The door hadn't even closed yet when i got a text from Val

VAL AND RICK TEXTING

V

What the fuck was that?

R

I...don't know

V

Was she reaching for your cock? Your arm kinda blocked my angle.

R

95% sure. She didn’t actually get there so i can't be absolutely certain. What the hell was that about though? It was like she was lost in her head and didn't realize her body was actually moving.

V

I have a theory.

R

Im listening.

V

Ok so I've been posting her texts to the groupchat in real time, i assume you're reading along.

R

Gotta admit, didn't see the asexual thing coming. Probably gonna make training her more complicated.

V

Maybe....the alternative outlook is that this is, for all intents and purposes her sexual awakening. I think you may have just imprinted on her like a baby duckling. Its fully possible you are now the one and only sexual fantasy in her pretty little head.

R

That sounds stupid as fuck.

V

Her sum total of sexual experience is masturbating about 10 times in the last 2 years and 1 dry disappointment of a teenage romp. How many times do you think she has looked at anyone and thought about fucking them.

R

Ok when you put it that way....

LIZ OUTSIDE

What the fuck was that?!

She had no idea what this sick bastard would do if she didn't do what she was told but she assumed it would be bad.

The...edging? Some of her friends talked about sex and she is pretty sure what the man (she still assumes Val is a man) is doing to her was called edging.

The edging was driving her nuts. She had never felt anything like the burning heat in her pussy. Worse, she knew what she needed to do to feel better but had been expressly forbidden from doing it.

Then again this was turbing out to be a day of firsts. What the hell was that when Rick had touched her arm.

It was like she was struck by lightning, she was suddenly aware he was more then a foot taller then her, that his shoulder were nearly twice as wide. His hand could probably hold bother her wrists at the same time.

She had thought about how easily he could lift her in the air. Her ex boyfriend had a small dick which had probably been a blessing for how awful the sex had been with him, but the bulge in Ricks pants made clear his was substantially larger.

Her friends had all agreed bigger was better...

She suddenly started coughing and noticed she had smoked the cigarette right down to filter and just taken a puff of pure burning cotton.

The smoke calmed her nerves slightly and she walked back into the store to get through the last hour of this shift from hell.

AN HOUR LATER

Val increased the frequency of bringing Liz to the edge as the clock ticked down to the end of the shift but otherwise nothing as exciting as before happened until time to close.

We followed our usual pattern at this point. Liz had a car and I took the bus. I had to kill 45 minutes anyway so i let Liz leave and i counted down the tills and locked up.

Liz walked outside believing her nightmare was over and for the first time in her life she just wanted to go home and fingerfuck herself to sleep. Maybe see if she could find out a little more about that wierd daydream she was having about rick...

Her phone dinged and her stomach dropped.

It was an address about 10 houses up the street and around a bend.

The next message was the most straight forward the prick on the other end of the phone had been since he first messaged her.

"Go to the address and im going to have my way with you. By midnight you can go home and then go on with your life."

Liz hated the fact that her first reaction to that was that at least when he **** her she would probably get to cum.