I went to work

It was already dark as I woke up. I quickly checked the time on my phone then sank back with a sigh. I had two hours before I had to go to work. My thoughts slowly drifted to this morning and I shuddered feeling a tiny ripple of pleasure when his words "Come, now!" echoed in my mind. I sat up in surprise, it seemed almost unreal to me. Then I saw the box on the floor and knew it was real. I got up and made myself a cup of strong coffee and some sandwiches. I consumed both rather quickly on the couch while surfing the channels on my TV. After I had finished I stripped and took a quick shower, then put on clean clothes, applied my make-up, deodorant and perfume. Satisfied with the results I sat down on the couch, turned off the TV and browsed LifeInvader and some other sites passing the time until I had to leave.

When I walked into the store, Amber was urgently motioning to come closer. I didn't even got a chance to say hello, she started talking immediately.
"Have you heard? Crystal was taken," she started whispering as soon as I was close enough.
I shook my head, "I didn't, taken by whom?"
"I don't know, some say it was one of the Lost, but Claire said it was some Latino gang guy from Los Santos."
I shook my head warily, "Why would anyone take Crystal? she's a fucking meth-head whore."
"I know, I know, but it seems she owes a lot of people a lot of money. Anyway, you didn't hear it from me, okay?" she said looking somewhat worried.
I shrugged, "Sure," gossip goes around fast in this area anyway. "I guess we won't be missing her anyway."
Amber shook her head, "No, only Claire does, you know what they were like. Kind of buddies, working the same corner and all that."
I couldn't help but laugh, "The edge of the parking lot is hardly a proper street corner. I guess Claire will be busy from now on."
She nodded, "Yeah and you know what, there were even some guys coming in here asking about Crystal. Can you believe that? As if we have anything to do with her."
"Ah well," I started, "it's the location. This isn't Ace, after all. Did you sell them some booze as well?"
She shook her head, "No, they didn't ask for any."
"You should have offered them, Amber, you know that if the sales drop too much they'll close this joint and we'll be fired."
"Awww shooks, I didn't think of that, but will remember that," she said.
I placed my purse under the counter and totalled the register, "You can go home, if you like, Amber. I'll take over."
"Thanks, Lisa, oh yes, I broke a bottle of Cherenkov while cleaning the shelves, please don't tell John," she begged me.
I smiled and nodded, "Sure, don't worry about it. I doubt he'll notice, until we do a proper inventory."
"Thanks, have a good night!" she said relieved.
"You too, good night!" I replied and pulled the results of the totalling from the register and wrote the numbers in the book.

Amber was one of the good girls from Sandy Shores. She wasn't the brightest spark, she wasn't very handsome, but she was sweet to the right people and never let anyone else walk over her. She always worked the evening shifts, 'to get away from Jerry', her husband. It wasn't that her husband was a bad guy, he wasn't, but if you left those two in a room for a couple of hours, they started to argue and eventually fight. I never understood why they got married, but they do love each other apparently, because they've been together for several years.

I considered Claire always to be Crystal's sidekick, even though that's not true. They did work on the same 'corner' and Crystal always got more attention due to her light blonde hair. Claire was black haired, looked average, a little fat here and there, never really clean, always stained and baggy clothes, but you could always find her on the corner of the parking lot after dark, unless she had a client. I hadn't seen her when I arrived, so I assumed she was working. At least now I kind of knew what happened to Crystal and hoped that Claire would be safe.

Also the news that we might have more potential customers -even if they didn't know it themselves- was positive. Ace Liquor was fierce competition and closer to 'town', we only made a small profit, but enough to stay in business. Crystal's disappearance might turn out to be good for business.

About an hour and a half after I took over, some guy walked in and looked around briefly then headed straight for me.
"Good evening," I said, "How can I help you?"
"Ehr..." he began and looked over his shoulder before looking at me again, "Do you know where the blonde is?"
I shrugged, "You mean the one who usually waits on the corner?"
He nodded eagerly, "Yeah, her."
I shook my head, "No, it seems she's away for a while. How about a pack of Jakey's? It's on offer this week."
He shook his head, "And the other one?"
I shrugged, "I don't know where she is. Are you sure you don't want any beer?" and I smiled as sweet as I could.
"Well," he started, "if there are no girls... I guess."
"Great," I said and went around the counter to pick up a 12-pack and placed it on the counter in front of him, "That'll be $19.99, anything else?"
He looked around and took a candy bar from the display, "One of thems."
"That'll be $20.99 together, please," I said.
He gave me $21 and I rang up the items on the cash register, then gave him a penny back.
"Have a nice night," I said as he walked out the store with his purchases.

While it was obvious to me what he was after, I stuck to the deal I had made with Roger, hoping he'd call soon and -as he had said- made it worth my while.

The night passed relatively quietly and I spent most of it thinking back about my time with Roger. I was tempted to play with myself, but then a customer came in to buy some whiskey.
An hour later, another came in looking for the girls, but I managed to sell him a bottle of vodka.

I wondered what I would do with the contents of the box at home, not everything was suited for playing solo after all. It did get me aroused, but I resisted the temptation to play with myself, but I was looking forward to use at least one of the toys when I got home.

Towards the end of my shift I started to sweep the floor. I was sweeping behind the counter as John came in and greeted me cheerfully, "Good morning Lisa."
"Good morning John, I said and I continued to sweep as I intended to finish it properly when I felt his hands on my hips. He slipped one onto my buttock and squeezed it before I could move away.
"Such a fine ass you have, Lisa," he said as I turned around in the corner where the counter turned towards the wall.
He groped my ass again and I duck under his arm and sidled out of his grip. "I better clean this up," I said, pointing at the little pile of dust I had swept together.
"Ehm... Yeah, yeah, okay," he said as he moved further aside.
I got the dustpan from the storage room and heard the register doing the totals of my shift. I swept the dust onto it, then threw it away in the bin.
"Not a bad night, eh?" he said.
I shrugged, "It was okay."
"As long as you don't get too bored," he said, "it's hard enough to get someone for the nights."
I shook my head, "No, it's fine. See you tomorrow." I grabbed my purse and moved away from behind the counter. He gave my ass a quick grope before I headed to the exit.
"See you tomorrow, Lisa," he said as I closed the door.

It wasn't far to my home, but I didn't like to go to work on foot in the dark. I wouldn't have minded to walk back though, the mornings were usually nice in Sandy Shores. This morning was no exception and I drove home in a relaxed pace.

Once I had arrived I went inside and into my bedroom. I took of my shoes as I sat down on the bed, then placed the box from Roger in my lap. I chuckled at the fluffy cuffs, opened the box and put one end on my wrist. I turned it around a few times then took it off. They were comfortable yet strong enough and I wondered if or when I'd be wearing them. I put them back in their box and opened the one containing a collar. The leather strap I pulled out of the box was an inch wide, made of very soft and supple leather with three push buttons on one end and three opposite ones on the other. It also had a little clasp in the middle, to which the leash -the other yard long strip of leather from the box- could be attached to. I didn't care about the leash, but did try on the collar. As I pressed the push buttons together and looked at myself in the mirror I felt a little twinge of excitement. I had read about BSDM online, most of it didn't appeal to me, but being submissive -who apparently always seem to wear collars in what I had read- was something I was more than willing to give a try. I tilted and turned my head in the mirror and it felt quite comfortable. I peered in the box and got the vibrator out, I didn't feel like trying out the anal plug, that one could wait.

I turned on the vibrator and rubbed with the tip over my panties under my skirt, sending delicious vibrations into me. As I laid back and moved it over my sex, I moaned soft, its vibrations were a lot stronger than my own and now old vibrator. I quickly removed my panties and massaged my entrance with the tip, coating it with my building juices. I arched my back in delight as I moved it over my clit, sending wonderful vibes into it. The pleasure spread quickly through my loins and eagerly I dipped it into me. With little thrusts I pushed it deeper into me, while I moaned in delight. I angled it so it would reach my g-spot and shuddered in delight as jolts of pleasure shot through me.

The phone rang and I groaned in frustration. I quickly pulled the vibrator out of me and turned it off before answering the call.
"Lisa?" I heard Roger ask on the other end.
"Yes, it's me," I said breathing heavily.
I heard a soft chuckle before he said, "Listen, I need your services earlier than planned. I need you to do something for me tomorrow night." Before I could interrupt he continued, "Take the day off if you're supposed to be working. I need you to go to the Vinewood Gardens, make sure you arrive by 7pm, not later. A room will be ready for you and you'll get an envelope with instructions and payment from the receptionist. There will be an outfit for you ready in the room."
"What is this about?" I managed to ask when he took a breath.
"If I don't meet you there at 7, follow the instructions to the letter anyway," he continued, then asked, "What do you mean?"
I hesitated, then asked, "Why don't you pick me up?"
"Oh, that. No. Listen. You'll be meeting a French business man, don't worry he speaks English too. I would have arranged someone else if I could, but you're the only one I could think of who'd be suitable for this. You'll have to entertain the man. The rest of the instructions will be in the letter. Can I count on you? This is very important and it pays very well."
"Ehm, yes, you can count on me," I said while feeling a little uncertain about it.
"Good. Tomorrow. 7pm. Vinewood Gardens. Don't be late, Lisa. Talk soon," he said and before I could say anything back he had hung up.

I stared at my phone for a moment. A French business man? Entertain him? I had not expected this at all. I didn't think Roger would pimp me out, I had expected another meeting with him. I got up from the bed and went to the couch, opened my laptop and searched for Vinewood Gardens. I found their website and browsed through it. The hotel was very nice and had some amazing rooms. I'd have to wear my best clothes or they probably wouldn't even let me in. I wondered what the entertainment would entail. Likely being fucked by him, but somehow it felt like I needed to do a lot more than just that. It was probably the other way round, entertain, then fuck. And French? I didn't know much about French people in general. Sure, there was this general notion that they're romantics. When I dug around a little on the internet, I found out how wrong that notion was. They're more into sex on a first date than us. From what I was reading it appeared that they actually prefer to have sex rather quickly, so they knew what the person was like, rather than a long-winded courting over meals and idle chitchat. I was a little confused, it wasn't a date anyway. I had to be there early in the evening, that more or less implied a proper dinner. Also there would be an outfit for me, which enforced the idea of having a dinner first. I closed my laptop with a sigh, then paced through the room wondering and worrying.

Suddenly I realized how tired I was and went to the bedroom. I eyed the vibrator for a moment, but my tiredness won. I cleaned it and put it away. I took off my top and bra, then went to bed and fell asleep soon after.