You get to your home.

You follow the clerk out the door into the mall. The crowd of teenagers are still hanging around outside. They nudge each other and make lewd comments about your appearence and what they saw you and the clerk doing inside the shop. Once he's locked up the clerk puts a proprietry arm round your shoulders and smirks at the young men.

"Take a good look boys." He taunts. "This is the closest any of you will ever get to a piece of pussy this damn fine."

The young men tell the clerk to screw himself and flip him the finger, but make no other move. The clerk holds your hand and heads for the car park with you walking beside him smiling exactly as he wished. Your ass sashays as you walk, the thin material of the tartan skirt tickling your ass cheeks as the swing sexily from side to side. Almost every guy in the mall rubbernecks as you go pass, staring long and hard at your barely covered swaying butt.

"Shit, you musta just made a hundred boners." The clerk laughs as you approach the stairs to the car park level. "Now you gonna be a good girlie and point the way to your wheels without me wishing?"

You nod. You're smiling inanely, but wanting to scream from the frustration of not being able to resist his demands. You point the way to your car and the clerk hoots happily when he sees your Lexus. He uses the remote to unlock the doors as you approach. He swings open the passenger door and mockingly invites you into your own car. Moments later you're heading uptown towards your apartment. The ultra short skirt rode up as you sat and and the feel of your bare ass on the leather seats is uncomfortably arousing.

The clerk glances at you a couple of times and grins as you squirm your naked butt on the seat.

"I wish you'd play with yourself baby." He suggests. "Get yourself good and wet ready for the fucking you're about to get."

You try to **** your knees together, but your legs spread open as wide as the car seat will allow. One of your hands delves down and flips aside the meagre covering of the skirt and your fingers rub at your clean shaven pussylips. Your other hand mauls your breasts squeezing the soft flesh and pinching your already erect nipples to greater stiffness. Your home's a good twenty minutes drive and at first you screw your eyes tight and pretend that none of this is really happening to you. Soon though the constant rubbing of your fingers up and down your labia causes an unfamiliar warmth to spread through your loins.

"Oh yeah, that's hot baby. The clerk encourages as he sees your body language begin to change.

You're lifting and rotating your hips in response to rubbing of your fingers, if you still wasn't stopped from making a sound by the earlier wish you'd be moaning. The heat in your groin feels so delicious you shut your eyes tight and try to ignore the presence of the clerk. You can feel the wetness seeping from your pussy onto your fingers and even though you know what lies ahead you can't help enjoying the feeling of female arousal. Occasionally your fingers brush your clitoral hood and excite the swollen nubbin of your clit hiding shyly beneath. Each brief touch sends a little jolt through you, making your muscles flutter helplessly.

By the time the clerk pulls up outside your apartment you're dripping wet. Your juices are trickling freely from your swollen sex lips and dampening the leather seat between your parted thighs.

"Guess I won't need no foreplay." Your captor laughs seeing the dampness.

His taunt breaks the dreamy spell you'd drifted into and you curse yourself for continually being **** to assist in your own humiliation.

"Well the coast seems clear." The clerk says peering at the apartments. "Let's get inside and then I'll make you my bitch."