He tries to cut a deal

Eddy's eyes narrow as he looks you up and down. His lecherous gaze makes your skin crawl but at the same time you find it oddly exhilarating. You can see it in his eyes, the only thing he can think about right now is all the different ways he wants to ravage your supple teenage body, and before you know it, that's all you can think about as well.

By the time you notice that Eddy is still studying you, you're all but panting, your perky breasts heaving under the thin fabric of your T-shirt. You shift nervously under his gaze, attempting to covertly adjust the now drenched crotch of your immodestly short jean shorts, but it just slips further and further between your pussy lips only magnifying your discomfort and arousal. As you look pleadingly into Eddy's eyes, a smirk slowly spreads across his face.

"Well I can tell you're **** for it," Eddy chuckles, "but look doll, I don't have time to just give out free demonstrations to anybody who asks. I've got other customers I have to deal with." You glance around the bookstore to see that the only other occupants are one bored looking teenage girl with several piercings and a dog collar on, sitting behind the counter, suggestively sucking a lollipop, and thumbing through a magazine called "Total Submission," and five or six weird, lonely looking men all staring at your nearly entirely exposed ass with varying degrees of discretion. The most obvious of the onlookers, a tall, greasy looking man, had even begun to make his way over, trying to get a better view of your tight, teenage ass, almost completely exposed by your tiny denim short shorts that are still wedged up your ass from the bike ride. As he approaches, the man puts his hand in the pocket of his dirty sweatpants and begins to play with something, and, given the growing bulge in the front of his sweatpants, you're pretty sure what he's playing with. Loving the attention, and deciding that the crowd you're drawing looks more or less harmless, you widen your stance and roll your hips forward exposing not just your ass, but most of your pussy and the pussy juices drenching the crotch of your slutty short shorts. You look back to Eddy and see from his raised eyebrow that he's noticed the little peep show you're giving to his customers. Deciding the time for reservations has passed, you plow on ahead. Keeping your pussy exposed to the room, you lean forward, arching your back, to give Eddy the best view possible down the deep-V neckline of your T-shirt, and you thrust your chest out, straining the seams, your perky nipples tenting the tight, thin fabric. Making your eyes as large and innocent as possible, again you look up, pleadingly into Eddy's eyes.

"Please, I'll do anything."

Eddy perks up when you say the word "anything."

"Anything? Really? Well, tell you what, we can always use more dedicated employees. I'll make you a deal, if you sign a contract of employment, I'll make sure you know what each and every one of those paddles, crops, and whips feels like, sound good?"

A shiver of excitement runs through your body and you feel a small trickle of pussy juice run down the inside of your leg, in your current slutty stance, in full view of the crowd of men, now gathered much closer, It's almost too much.