Sophie's Bargain

Sophie looked to Anna, seeing the other woman's pale skin, her eyes wide. Her mouth caught between disbelief and fear. The sight prickled at her, for it was something that she had created. More than this, Sophie sensed a chance. A chance to live out her dreams. A chance to go further than she had yet. The idea made her guts twist and churn, brought a flaming blush to her face. Her legs shook, and a cold shiver raced up her spine.

"Sir," She said. "I am sorry that my subordinate has caused you such trouble, but she is new to her position. Would you please consider punishing me instead of her?"

For a moment, the words hung in the air. They seemed to have a weight of their own, holding the attention of both of the girls and the customer. The man was surprised at first, that much was clear on his face. But then a lecherous grin danced across his features. Sophie was still naked from the waist up, her breasts tingled in the cold and because of the attention they had already gotten. Sophie felt hot, her insides boiled. Her legs tensed, a fight or flight instinct brought about by the tension of the moment. Anna looked at her, her eyes were wide with amazement. Was she really doing this for her?

"I don't know," Said the man. "According to the rules, I'm allowed to punish her. Not you."

"That is correct, sir." Sophie said in her beast ''dealing with customers'' voice. "However, I am asking you to punish me instead. As...as a favour."

"A favour, eh?" The man stroked his chin. Her heart was beating faster. He was considering it!

"Normally, I'd just punish her," The guy said. "But today, I've got some time, so here's the deal. I'll punish you instead but in return, I'm allowed to punish you as many times as I want instead of just once. You understand what I am saying?"

"I do," Sophie felt her lips press together. A tiny ball of coldness was growing in her gut. She didn't know if she was horrified or elated by what he had said.

"And you're still willing to go through with it?"

"I am."

"In that case, why don't you show me how much you really mean that?"

Sophie didn't need to ask what he meant. She could see that he had an erection pressing on the inside of his pants. Her nipples were stiff, shivers traced themselves around her body. Sophie gulped, but **** herself to step closer. Each motion made her more and more aware of herself, of the set of her body, the sway of her hips. He was watching her, Anna was watching her. Other people in the store too were turning to watch her. She was the centre of attention, the heart and soul of the moment. Her chest hammered, her throat was dry. Everyone was watching, so what was she going to show them?

When she was close enough, she dropped to her knees. Her long legs curled under her, her hands reached up to pull own his pants. He didn't complain. He seemed eager, not caring about anyone seeing his body. Maybe it even turned him on as much as it did to her. Either way, his cock was more than willing to go on. It was firm and hard, and for a moment as it emerged, Sophie wondered if she really was going to do this. But she couldn't turn back now. She was committed, and she was enjoying herself besides. No one was buying anything now. Every eye in the store was on her. She was the centre of attention and no one could look away. People were putting down their shopping, pulling out phones. The idea of being recorded was like an electrical jolt to her system, but she couldn't stop. She wanted this. She wanted this so much.

The man's cock was stiff in her hands. Her fingers played over his shaft, closing around it. He made a sound of approval. It felt warm, wanting. Sophie moved her hand, pumping it back and forth, first slowly and then more and more quickly. The tip of his shaft started to moisten, she could feel the coiled hardness between her fingers. She rolled her hands back and forth, her arousal mounting. She could feel a patch of wetness between her thighs growing more and more pronounced. Was she really getting turned on by this? Giving a random guy a handjob in front of so many people?

Fuck yes she was.

She couldn't believe how intense it was. No one was even doing anything to her, but the feeling of so many eyes on her body, it made her wet in a way she had never expected. Breath caught on her throat, hitching in her lungs. Her face coloured, her hands moved almost on their own. Bringing pleasure to the man who saw her as nothing more than an object. Sophie could feel a hot, pulsing need deep inside of her start to awaken. She felt every eye upon her. As the man neared climax, she knew that her life would never be the same again.

He came with a grunt of pleasure, splashing cum onto her skirt. Sophie gave a start and recoiled, managing to keep most of herself from being touched by his seed. After he finished his climax, the man seemed to consider her. His eyes were hungry, and Anna was totally forgotten.

"All right," he said. "I'll do what you've asked. For now, let's see what you have to offer. Take off the rest of your clothes."

The command was like a bolt of lightning searing through her body. She was going to be naked in front of everyone. The whole shop was going to see her womanhood. There would be pictures and videos of everything that was about to happen to her.

It should have been horrifying to her, but her desire soared instead. She nodded mutely, not trusting herself to speak. Behind her, Anna watched with horror. Sophie's hands trembled, her fingers brushed against the fabric of her skirt. She started to pull it downwards, feeling its descent as a slow and gradual touch of cold air against her body. The man watched her, leaning forwards as if to better see. Around her, the rest of the crowd had gathered. They formed a rough circle, she was right in the middle. Just where she had always wanted to be.

She was wet. She was so wet. She could feel the dampness clinging to the inside of her panties, a hunger in her womanhood that ached for fulfilment. She had never felt this excited before. Her skirt hit the ground, and she kicked off her shoes. Her nylon leggings hugged her figure, and she bent down, peeling them off her legs one by one. Her heart beat. She was very aware that as she bent over to do this, she was giving the world a view of her backside. As soon as she stood up again, it was obvious how aroused she was. There was a large damp patch right on the front of her panties. She swallowed, running a finger over it as if not believing it herself.

"Do it," The man said. "Take them off. Show us all what you're like under there."

His words were fuel to her fire. Her fingers hooked around the waistband of the panties and she drew them down. Her lower body was inflamed with desire and want, her pussy aching to be seen and used. She could feel the tiny, burning heat that was her clit demanding attention. But she was getting attention. All the attention she could ever want. The crowd was there. The people who had come just to shop, both young and old were watching in amazement as she stripped down. They pointed and spoke, she could hear the whirr of cameras. Images were being taken. She knew she should be shouting for it to stop, she should be mortified and trembling.

But she just wanted more.

The man looked at her, his lips quirked into a lazy smile as he played his gaze over her pussy. He saw her obvious arousal and chuckled.