The Book Store - Icarus and Valerie

Aunt Saige was showering after our engagement and my punishment. I could hear the water as I made my way downstairs. I was headed to my part-time job after school at a computer store. Uncle Tony was watching TV, not the least bit bothered that I just fucked Aunt Saige’s brain out. I felt guilty, but it was her idea. I proceeded to the shopping complex for my part-time job, which was a few blocks from my house.

On my way there I was walking next to the window wall of a local bookstore, The Book Owl. A young woman in glasses was stocking some books, and she immediately caught my eye. She was a stunning brunette about college age and had a sexy librarian allure to her. As I wandered past, possibilities opened up. In the past, I would just walk by this girl and fantasize about fucking her but now I had a way to do it. All I needed to do was to make her punish me. But how? With my aunt and teachers, it was easy. They always seem to be on my case. But this woman was a stranger. I stood in front of the door of the bookstore and contemplated. The proverbial lightbulb flashed in my mind, and I walked into the store.

I wandered the aisles and examined a book and held it in my hands. I wasn’t at all discreet with what I was planning to do. I smiled and walked out the door slowly with the book tuck under my arm and left. Nothing happened. I stood outside for a while waiting for the book store attendant to come to punish me for stealing, but she didn’t. I went back inside the store and returned the book I stole and grabbed another book and left, again making no subtlety in my act of blatant thievery. As I left the store, I could hear a man call out, “Sir. A word, please.”

I turned around and winced when I saw a chubby old man in round glasses standing there smiling. The old man was wearing a Book Owl t-shirt with a nametag on it. I tried to hide the book instinctively, but the old man insisted I come inside with him. Uh oh.

We made our way into his office. I guiltily left the stolen book on his desk and sat down in front of him. I was expecting the worst. What the hell happened to the girl? I didn’t see any guys work here? He spoke first with a warm, calm voice.

“You know there’s an old saying that goes, ‘A book merchant has no fear of book thieves for the well-read man does not steal while the thief cannot read,’ but it seems you are the exception…” The old man said, smiling.

I reddened and quipped, “I was going to pay for it. I uhhh.... What happened to that girl attendant?”

I cringed when I said this. It was the only thing in my mind at the time. Pussy.

“You must mean Valerie? She went for her coffee break. Is that important?” He asked curiously.

I shook my head. The man examined the book I stole.

“Dostoevsky…” He examined the stolen book and then chuckled, probably thinking something to himself.

“Are you going to call the cops?” I asked shyly.

“No, I just wanted to have a talk with you. Why did you borrow that book without paying for it?” He asked.

“I guess… I wanted to be punished,” I said, sounding stupid. His eyes widened at this, and he rubbed his chin.

“So blunt… I would overlook the book you borrowed, but I can’t have you take away our entire inventory. I noticed you stealing the first book and then coming right back in and stealing another. I’m sure other shopkeepers will notice your odd behavior and will probably file a police report. You wouldn’t want this on your permanent part of your history, would you son?” He asked kindly.

“I returned the first book,” I said. Though that probably didn’t make things better.

“I see…” the old man said. “Well, if you want free books, there is always the library. If you really want a hard copy of the book for your own, you could help at this store and earn it yourself.”

I felt ashamed there and wallowed in my self-hatred. “I’m really sorry. I have a part-time job already. I do have the money. I didn’t need to steal it. I was being stupid. I’ll volunteer here if you want.”

“Nonsense, I don’t believe in slavery. Well, I’ll forgive you if you come back and buy a book here with your hard earned money then,” the Old Man said smiling.

I nodded and added, “So… I can go?”

The Old Man smiled and said nodded, and I left there, wanting to hide away forever. As I went for the door, he called me back, “Here, have this.”

He handed me the book I stole, and I stared at it in amazement. “My gift to you. Don’t worry. I call it… an investment. You will probably need it more than I do.”

“Thank you, but I can’t,” I said. “At least let me pay for it.”

“It’s a gift. Take it and promise me you’ll read it. It’s a fantastic book,” the Old Man said and parted before I could argue.

As I wandered outside in the street, I felt a great sense of shame and sorrow. I had only thought about getting my dick wet back there. I closed my eyes, and my mind was lacerating myself with regret. When the day unfolded, I thought about wreaking havoc as much as I could without contemplating the consequences. I probably interrupted some students’ learning in class with my stunts. I could have caused serious damage to myself and others with the stunt I pulled with Officer Molly.

A thought occurred that if Officer Molly called in the SWAT team or special unit, they would have been mostly male. If a female dealt with me, it would be sexual. But if the SWAT team mainly were men, that would mean they would probably use lethal ****. If I was driving drunk and a female cop pulled me over, it would be sexual, but if it were a male cop, it would mean I would lose my license and possibly face jail time. I was given a curse and a gift and was flying way too close to the sun.

On the other hand, it had seemed like females were going to continually be on my case. Before all this happen, I dealt Adderall with no recourse, but here in this world, it looked like Headmaster Leigh was on me waiting to pounce.

So I had left the bookstore resolved to let it be. Females would pounce on me whether or not I wanted them. I'm not going to go out of my way to be a bad person.

A female voice interrupted my reflection.

“Hey!” a voice yelled.

While I was walking to my part-time job, I turned around to see who called out at me. It was Valerie, or at least that’s what the old book store attendant called her. She was holding a Starbucks coffee cup, and her jacket was over her Book Owl shirt.

“Yes?” I answered.

She huffed, “You didn’t pay for that book, did you? I told Mr. Errol about you before I left for break.”

“Umm… he said I could have it. It’s a gift. I’ll come back and pay for it myself later. I’m running late for work.” I said and turned back around. Shame still on my face, not wanting to face my accuser.

“Hey! I’m talking to you, thief!” She shouted, and I turned around, and she was following me.

“I told you he gave it to me as a gift!” I insisted, still walking.

My hoody was being tugged on, and I stopped.

“Do you have any idea about our profit margins, thief?” Valerie asked. “People like you are the reason small businesses like ours will lose to Amazon.”

“I said I’m sorry. It’s just a huge misunderstanding,” I explained.

Valarie placed her cup on a bench and then approached me. She came face to face with me and put her hands around my waist. I could smell coffee on her breath mixed with mint and the floral notes of her body. I tried to wiggle out of it, but she kept it there and pulled me close. Valarie pushed her face up towards mine, her height trying to reach me and my lips. She puckered her lips and planted me a kiss and nibbled on my lower lip. I was a bit shocked at first, but it subsided.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t stick your dick in my cunt right now,” Valerie said haughtily, eyes still glaring at me as she held me.

Her hands moved from my waist down to my rear and cupped and caressing my backside. With one of her hands, she reached down to my crotch, feeling the growing bulge there.

“I umm…” I murmured. I struggled to breathe or think as her hands made gently explored the surface of my dick. Her fingers wrapping themselves around the flesh and reaching under and cupping my balls.

“Nothing to say for yourself, huh, thief?” Valerie said. She planted her face on my neck and caressed it with her lips.

“You know what. You are right, and I’m wrong,” I whimpered, her kisses were now tickling me. “You should probably punish me as harshly as possible.”

Her hands were now gently gliding up my erect penis. She felt like she was considering it with her hands as her fingers felt at it, and she nuzzled my neck. She pulled them her hands out of my pants and under my shirt and caressed my abdomen and bare chest. I writhed back as her hands pinched my nipples. She pulled up the shirt and moved her head from my neck to my bare chest and planted kisses on it and nursed on them softly. Her tongue lapped at my body. I squirmed as people walk by not paying any attention to the situation.

Valerie finally let go of me, and I pulled down my shirt. I could feel stain in my pants from the precum already built up from her caressing. I wanted more, but I couldn’t push it.

“Hmph. Thieves like you deserve far worse.” Valarie said, crossing her arms and glaring at me. “I should probably fuck you, but you probably didn’t know better. If I see you at the store again, I won’t be so easy on you.”

She turned promptly and grabbed her coffee cup and left me there stiff. Maybe if I didn’t act as repentant, I would have been able to get more relief. I sighed and tried to walk away awkwardly.