Subject: Story--Blackmailed Saleswoman -- blackmail, humiliation,bondage,torture............
From: writer@home (Unknown Author)
Date: Sat, Nov 29, 1997 13:35 EST
Message-id: <34805edf.10118675@news.primenet.com>

I work as a maintenance man and warehouse driver for a local chain of clothing stores. I deliver merchandise to 6 stores in the city from the main office/warehouse. The owner is a real nice old guy, but he’s old school. No computer system. No inventory system. The store managers just call in what they need, and warehouse guys load my van and I deliver it, and do maintenance while I’m out there.

I noticed at one store that they got a lot of expensive leather jackets, but their sales weren’t any higher than the other stores. I suspected the employees were pilfering them, so I went out one night and installed some surveillance cams on my own. When I checked the tape a few days later, I saw the store manager taking a few jackets out the back door. It was one of the boss’s favorite gals too. She was a real nice looking blonde, 28 years old, great figure. Single, but had a long time boyfriend, and always acted kinda snotty to me.

I decided to try to blackmail her. The next day I went out to her store and asked to come into the back room. I had a little cam-corder with the small flip-out viewscreen. "What do you want" she said in a pissy voice. "Look at this, I think you will be interested" I said. She watched for a minute and said, "Where the hell did you get this?" I have a few more just like it at home" I lied. " You’re gonna do time for this for sure" I said. "Did you already go to Mr. Jameson with this?" she asked. "No, not yet, I wanted to see the look on your stuck up face first" I said. "Look," she said, " I’ll pay you to forget this". "Not a chance, my dear" I said. "You will come over to my house and be my slave for the weekend, and then you can have the tapes, and my silence." "What do you mean by "slave" she asked. "You will do whatever I say, idiot, that’s a slave" . " Well, I’m not going to sleep with you, if that’s what you want" she said. "Look, I said SLAVE. No debate. Call me by tomorrow or go to jail." Then I left.

She called me at the warehouse the next morning. "OK, just tomorrow and Sunday and that’s it, right" she said in a low voice. "Yes, my dear. Tell you boyfriend you’re going to visit a girlfriend this weekend and be at your store at closing time. Send the salesgirls home, and I’ll knock on the back door." "Allright, I’ll do it." She said. I went home "sick" to prepare for the weekend.

I knocked on the back door of the store at 10:30pm. She let me in, and I locked the door behind me. She was wearing slacks and a oversized sweater. "you look like hell" I said. "we’re going out, and you’re gonna have to dress up for me." I went out to the sales floor and picked out a few things. I handed them to her and said "put these on." She took the clothes and went into the changing room. She came out a few minutes later and said " This tank top is way too small, and this skirt is way too short." " I didn’t ask you for your opinion, now go put them on, and don’t wear a bra with that top." She came out a few minutes later. The tank top was stretched out to the max, and her breasts bulged out from the sides as well as the top. They were a pretty firm for a 28 year old, about a 36 C I’d say. The short skirt was tight too, and I could see the panty line through the thin fabric. She had nice legs, and looked good without hose. "The panties gotta go too, my dear." I said. "Look, I can’t do this" she said. "I just can’t." "Do you realize what jail is going to do to your life?" I reminded her. "You’ll forget about this soon, but being convicted will ruin your whole life. Now take those panties off right here in front of me and lets get going." Her eyes welled up with tears, and she reached under the back of the skirt, grabbed the panties and tugged them down, dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. "Shoes, I forgot the shoes" I said to her. I picked out a pair of 4" heels with an ankle strap. "here, put these on" I ordered her. She started to sit, and I told her " Don’t sit, stand, and bend at the waist for me." She stood up, bent over and put on the shoes. I walked behind her and checked out the curve of her beautiful ass peeking out of the short skirt.

We got in my car and headed out. "Where are you taking me?" she said. "We are going to a little bar on the North side" I told her. "Good, I don’t want anyone I know to see me with you dressed like this."

It was cold in my car. She asked me to turn on the heater. "Sorry, it’s broken" I lied. Her nipples were hard now from the chill, poking at the stretched thin fabric of the top. We pulled up in front of one of my old hangouts, a little rat hole bar near the Harley shop I used to work. We went inside, and she said" What a dump, and look at all these losers in here." Hey bill, ain’t seen you here for a while." It was Donny, the bike shop owner. He was a typical fat biker type, and was hanging out with a bunch of his kind. "Who’s the broad?" Donny asked. "Just a friend of mine" I grinned. "Get the lady a chair, you swine" I said to the group, and one of the guys got up and slid his chair over. I moved it out in front of the table so they could all get a good view. "Sit here, Honey" I told her. She sat down, and crossed her legs quickly and tried to pull the skirt down after realizing she flashed some bush. Even so, the short skirt showed plenty of thigh. She was clearly quite embarrassed. "She sure is pretty" one of them said. "You guys want to dance with her?" I asked. "Hell yes!" was the reply. She glared NO at me. "Do you want to dance with the boys?" I asked her "Not really" she said. "She loves to dance boys, especially dirty dancing, if you know what I mean" I said. She looked at me with pleading eyes, as I went over to the jukebox and picked out every slow song I could find. I went back to the table, and as the song started, I said " Me first boys, but You all will get a turn." I held my hand out to her and we started dancing a few feet from the table in the cramped little bar. I pulled her tight against me, feeling those ample tits pressing into my chest. I whispered into her ear "Having a good time?" She said, "Please don’t make me dance with all those scumballs" "Hey, those guys are my friends, and you’d better show them a good time" I said. Then I started to rub her ass, pulling up the skirt a little to expose the bottoms of her firm cheeks. The guys at the table were licking their chops, waiting for their turn to handle this babe. And they did. Every one of them groped her entire body, the last guy had her skirt up almost to her waist, squeezing that beautiful ass, as she tried to pull it back down. The music ended, and I motioned her to sit down at the table. "Did you guys enjoy the dancing?" I asked. "How about I have her go under the table and give all of you blowjobs?" They all thought that was a great idea. I looked at her and said "Would you like to do that, Honey?" She said "No. I can’t, please." "Sorry guys, she doesn’t want to do that, but I’m sure she will dance topless for us, won’t you Honey, just one song, then we’ll go." She looked at me then nodded. I went to the jukebox and put on "Girls,Girls, Girls" by Motley Crue. I sat back down, and told her to dance around the table, a little for each of us. She started to move with the music in front of me, and I said "Topless means take off the top, Honey." She looked around, and the tiny bar was empty except for our group, so she pulled the top up over her head and tossed it on the table. Her tits were fine. They had just the right amount of natural sag. They were white, but so was the rest of her, as were most of the girls around here. I told her to put her hands behind her neck with elbows high, and come closer. She came in between my legs and I looked up at her enticing jugs, with the nipples standing erect in the cool air. I started fondling her curvy legs, then put my hands on the sides of her tits and popped a nipple into my mouth. I sucked it for a second, then told her to move on. She moved in front of Jimmy, and started running his hands up her thighs as she swayed before him. He moved his hands up under her skirt, and apparently slid his fingers inside her cunt. She pulled back quickly, slapped him upside the head, and ran out of the bar. I said "Sorry guys. I will call you guys at the shop tomorrow and see if you want to come over to my place for a little more entertainment." I picked up her top off the table and went outside. She was sitting in my car, half naked, with her arms wrapped around her breasts. She was sobbing. "I can’t do this, I just can’t. I felt like a dirty whore in there. I’m not a slut. I’ve never been with anyone except Kenneth." She sobbed. "How long have you been dating?" I asked. "Five years, and we’re getting married in June" She said. "If I go to jail, He’ll never marry me." "Well, you won’t go to jail if you do what I say. You were rude to my friends in there, and I’ll have to spank you when we get to my place." I said. I still had her top in my hand. "Can I have the top?" She asked. "No, and give me the skirt." I said. She started to protest, then realized she had no choice, and pulled down the skirt and gave it to me. I opened the window and tossed the clothes out. "You will be naked for the drive home, and don’t say a word unless I tell you." She sat shivering on the cold vinyl as I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. My mind reeled as I thought about the next two days.

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