Blackmailed Bi

The saleswoman seemed to know what was going on, which made me nervous as I headed for the door. If she did know, she wasn't calling for security, and that much made me glad. I hadn't lifted from this store before, and I never would again, but the teddy had been made for me, fitting me like a dream and I just couldn't let it go.

My usual routine was to go into the fitting room and try on the clothing in question. If I liked it, I would leave it on, putting my regular clothing on top of it and getting out of the store as quickly as possible. To date no one had ever stopped me, and the thrill of getting out of there home free was incomparable to any pleasure I had received before.

As my feet hit the pavement outside of the building I let out a deep breath. Throwing my shoulders back I walked towards my car in a triumphant manor. The lace of the lingerie rubbed against my sensitive skin and I could not deny that I was actually aroused by the experience.

I sat in my car and twisted the ignition, but as I was shifting it into reverse I heard a knock on the window. Startled, I saw the saleswoman from the store. She was frowning.

My heart seemed to pound in my chest, my stomach twisting in a knot as I rolled down the window.

"Can I help you?" I said, trying to hide my fear. I was scared out of my mind, but I tried to play the part of a cool, collected individual.

"You left this behind, miss," the woman said, holding out my wallet.

"Oh," I said, quietly. I had forgotten about my wallet, which I had taken out of my pants when I tried the teddy on. In my excitement I must have forgotten it. "Thank you."

"Suzy Westland of 4531 Park Drive," the woman continued, holding the wallet just out of my reach. "Interesting taste in clothing you have, miss." The way she said miss made my spine shake. She was practically sneering at me, and I hoped she couldn't detect my nervousness.

"Thank you," I said again, holding my hand out to take the wallet. She pulled it out of my reach, again holding it just past my hands.

"Suzy Waestland," she continued, her eyes never leaving my face. "I would like to know if you think that you can get away with theft repeatedly, or if you've only done it this once."

My heartbeat seemed to stop, the blood draining from my face. I avoided eye contact, which the woman seemed to be trying to make with me.

"Please," I said, my voice barely audible. "I'm sorry."

"I know you are," the woman smirked. "And I think that you should come pick me up from work today. I'm off at two."

I swallowed heavily. So the woman was trying to **** me.