Sex Shop Girl | bondage shop story | panties, game, sex video

If you're a respectable girl, you just have to have a cover story for going into a sex shop to buy a vibrator.

" It's a gag present, " is so cliche, I felt stupid rehearsing it in my head.

The girl behind the counter didn't care anyhow. I could see it in her eyes as she watched me walk by. Why would I think she would care ? Hell, she works with this stuff all the time. She probably eats her lunch behind the counter, with a wall of massive rubber cocks as her only view.

So why should I be embarrassed ?

But there it was. I had that wicked little burn of shame in the back of my head, and my body was responding the way I knew it would.

It was like the times I'd gone to various convenience stores around town in the middle of the night to buy dirty magazines. The funny thing is, it wasn't really the magazines I was after. I mean, yeah, I hold onto them in an embarrassing little stash in my panty drawer that I'd die if my roommate found, but it wasn't so much the magazines at all. It was the jittery little burn of humiliation when I went into a corner store, looking every bit the respectable girl, and asked by name for the raunchiest magazines on the rack.

I'd sometimes sit in the car for a half hour before going in to do the deed.

Sometimes I had to rub myself inconspicuously beneath the steering wheel, just to work myself up to it.

The longer I waited, the more difficult it got. The clerk would give me a funny look for sitting in the car for so long out front of the store. Then I'd sort of linger around the store, stealing glances at the magazine rack behind the counter, my face going red when the clerk catches my eye.

Finally, when I couldn't bear it any longer, I'd blurt out my request, and then rush home with my prize, so horny I could barely drive.

It was such a dirty little thrill. I would always avoid the store afterwards, convinced that I'd be out with friends, and the clerk would make some off-hand comment or something. Silly stuff.

But when it came to the actual sex shop, I had always chickened out. I had this vision of some middle aged scuzzy guy behind the counter, leering at me suggestively while I squirmed in my designer clothing in front of the sex toy display wall.

Until this night, I had always just sat in my car, rubbing myself nervously, trying to work myself up to the act of going in.

And now that I was inside, trying to keep my breathing under control as I looked at each sex toy in turn, I stole little glances at the counter to see if the girl was watching me.

She was about my age, but she certainly fit better with this atmosphere. Her dark hair had purple highlights Her nose had a tiny silver stud in it, and I briefly wondered if she was pierced anywhere *else*... a thought which I suppressed after it sent a little thrill through my body. She was attractive enough, but in a low-class sort of way.

Hell, I shouldn't think in those terms. It's just that I grew up in circles where cosmetic surgery, dermatologists and personal trainers were the norm, and it was instinct to evaluate the wealth of other girls by these expensive refinements of personal appearance.

" I'll take ten tokens, " an overweight guy approached the counter. He held out a bill to the girl behind the counter, and then brushed past me with a handful of coins on his way to the video booths in the back of the store.

She didn't give him a second look either. Even though she *knew* what he would be doing in that video booth. Hell, she probably had to clean the damned rooms at the end of the night.

For some reason, that bothered me. I mean, there I was, my panties damp with nervous excitement. My heart was racing. I felt so dirty, just being in a shop where men came to jerk off, or rent disgusting videos, or buy strap-on dildos for their wives. And she didn't care.

As far as she was concerned, I was just the same as any of these guys. It didn't matter that I was a well- dressed college girl. It didn't matter that I was from a respectable family. She just lumped me in with the steady stream of perverts she dealt with every day.

But I was different, I wanted to tell her. Unlike these middle-aged guys with downcast eyes, this was *below* me. I should be ashamed to be here, eyeing the vibrators hungrily.

Suddenly, my " It's a gag present" flew out the window.

I wanted... needed to shock her just a little.

I reached for the largest rubber phallus on the wall, and turned towards the counter.

" Excuse me, " I squeaked out, almost unable to believe that I was actually doing this. " Um... do you think this would... um..."

Oh god, why had I drawn attention to myself this way ? I wanted to drop the thing and run, but instead, I found myself finishing the lewd question.

" I mean... would it fit in my rear ?"

Although my body was lighting up like a pinball machine, she didn't seem shocked. Just amused. She was holding back her laughter. I couldn't look her in the eyes.

" With a little practice, " she answered, diplomatically.

I couldn't stand it. I was creaming my panties under her amused gaze. I wondered if she imagined me, with my Tommy Hilfiger jeans around my ankles, struggling to push this big black cock into my ass. With that humiliating image, I had bitten off more than I could chew.

I reached out for another package. I just chose the fanciest vibrator I could find, as quickly as I could find it.

" Maybe I'll take this one too... for my... um... you know... "

She took it from my hands gingerly, and began to punch the items into her computer.

" You'll probably want some lubricant to go with this one, " she was referring to the big one with it's head staring at me over the edge of the counter. There was just a trace of a smile in her voice. I nodded without looking up.

" Okay, that'll be $160.46. "

Shit. It was more money than I had brought. In my haste, I hadn't even looked at the prices.

" Oh god, " I whispered to myself, desperately wishing that I was back in the car, and able to rub myself in private. I squirmed as I pulled out my purse, and reluctantly handed her my gold card. Stupid, I told myself. I should just walk away. Now she'll know my name.

But I couldn't go without my prizes. Just looking at the monstrous dildo would give me nights of pleasure, remembering the exquisite humiliation of the way she looked at me.

A man walked through the front door as I waited for her to put through my purchases. He stood behind me, waiting to get some tokens. I couldn't look in his direction either. What he must think of me, an attractive young woman who was buying such disgusting toys.

Would he think about me when he went back to the booth ?

Finally, she handed me back my card. I didn't wait for her to put my purchases into a bag. I needed to get out of there, before I embarrassed myself further. I scooped the toys into my arms, and headed for the door.

The clerk watched my abrupt departure with that same sort of amusement in her eyes, holding a plastic bag in her hand.

God, I felt stupid with her looking at me like that. In another minute, she would have tucked these things safely into the bag. Instead, I stumbled out into the street with an awkward armful of sex toys and lubricant, and hoped that no one would see me on my way to the car.

I dropped my keys, and then the dildo as I struggled to unlock my door. By the time I got myself and my new prizes inside, I had convinced myself that half the population of the city had seen me.

And I swore I'd never come back. But I was less than half way back to the apartment before I had to pull over and rub myself to my first orgasm of the evening.

*****

" Angela, get your ass out of bed..." Kyla said forcefully. This was the third time she'd tried to wake me this morning.

Okay, I'll admit. I wore myself out a bit playing with my new toys. Well, the smaller one, anyway.

" Come on. I don't want to be late. Do you need me to dress you and drag you out the door ?"

I knew she was joking, but that woke me up. She was standing dangerously close to my dresser. If she just opened the wrong drawer...

... god, how could I be horny again so soon ?

Kyla stayed for a minute while I flopped out of bed. I headed for the washroom, not remembering at first that I had stripped off my pyjama bottoms during the night. Even the breezy feeling on my backside didn't clue me in.

" Cute, " Kyla said, sarcastically. I gave her the finger as I closed the bathroom door.

It was just good fortune that I'd found a roommate as cool as Kyla. We both landed in this college town earlier in the summer, hoping to have a little fun before our first semester began. Money wasn't a problem for me, but having her as a roommate really helped me into the social scene. She just had one of those outgoing personalities that made everyone want to know her.

And we got along great.

We even scheduled our courses so that we could ride to school together. Which is why she was on my case today. We had our first sociology class to go to this morning.

So I didn't have time to - you know - in the shower. We just barely had enough time to get to class before the professor began.

" I'll just begin with the attendance list... please correct me if I don't get your name quite right, " he told us. The guy looked awfully young to be teaching college. Then, this wasn't exactly the academic centre of the universe. I chose it because it was a party school, and it was far from home. But, I suppose there were some kids who just couldn't afford much better.

The snob in me was picking them out as I listened to the professor call names.

" Russell Bench. "

" Russ."

" Angela Crisp. "

" Yes, " I answered.

There was an Andrew... probably here to party. Dylan, who was dirt poor and didn't suit his name. Camellia...

" Cammy, " she answered.

And my heart stopped. It was her. It was the sex shop girl. I heard it in her voice before I even looked in her direction.

What the hell was she doing here ?

Soon after the attendance was read, I excused myself to go to the washroom. My stomach was doing a little dance, and I needed a few minutes to compose myself.

In all of my flirtations with humiliation, none was ever as intense as this one. The previous night, the sex shop girl had filled my sexual imagination. Just thinking of the amused look on her face made my legs weak with arousal. But it had been harmless enough. She had just been a human prop for my sexual thrill- seeking, and I never expected to see her again.

She would just be a warmly embarrassing image to masturbate myself with.

But now I knew her name. Cammy. Camellia. Whatever. It was just wrong. She wasn't supposed to have a name. She wasn't supposed to be here, in my social group. She was just a sex shop girl.

I stayed in the washroom stall, trying to gather my nerves. I tried to reason with myself. She wouldn't want anyone else to know what she did for a living. She'd be as embarrassed as I would. No one would believe her anyway. I'd make sure of it.

I mean, I could convince my friends to not hang out with this girl. She was low-class anyhow.

And then no one would find out. Only she would know, and I'd make her social life hell if she so much as whispered a word about it. But was it enough, I wondered to myself. She would still know. She would still look at me. And maybe I'd even see a little bit of amusement in her eyes.

My hand drifted down between my legs. I was getting so horny that I couldn't think straight. I'd definitely have to take care of that before going back to class.

*****

Okay, so my little plan worked like a charm. Mostly.

Ignoring Cammy was easy. In fact, before the week was over, I had most everyone ignoring her. What can I say ? Kyla and I were popular from the start. I had always been able to play social politics. That's just a survival skill where I come from.

So I was ignoring her. Kyla was ignoring her. All of the other girls we had begun to hang around with followed our lead, and ignored her.

The problem was, she was ignoring me too.

No eye contact. No little knowing smile. It was like she was pretending to not even know who I was. It was like my encounter with her in the sex shop didn't even happen.

My humiliation was smouldering just below the surface, and by ignoring me, she was rubbing it in. It was like she was saying, "you're just like all the other perverts, and not worth my attention" or something like that.

And it pissed me off, because every day I was showing how much better than her I was. I dressed in better clothes. I drove a beautiful car. I was cute and popular. I was so high above her that she should really have been shocked by the way I behaved in the store.

But she was pretending not to be.

Bitch.

When the weekend arrived again, Kyla and I were invited to all of the parties. Another little victory, as it seems poor Cammy was left out.

I didn't end up going to the parties, though. I told Kyla I was too tired, and she went alone. After a stressful week, I was just looking forward to a little bit of relaxation time with my panty-drawer stash. I was so eager to get rid of Kyla that I even gave her a ride to her party.

It was on the way back that I found myself choosing a route that would lead me past the sex shop. Just a little game of I-dare-you to get me warmed up for the evening. I slowed down as I passed it, stupidly hoping that someone would open the door to enter just as I was passing, and that I could catch a glimpse of Cammy behind the counter.

Then, a half block later, I turned around, and passed the store again.

To tell the truth, I had no idea how far I wanted to take this game tonight. I just was just enjoying the shameful sensations that buzzed through me as took it tiny steps further.

After three more passes, I finally turned into the parking lot, my pussy damp with anticipation. It was at that moment that I decided to go in. I needed her to notice me. It just wouldn't do for her to ignore me. I needed there to be an understanding between us.

She wouldn't say anything, would she ? I mean, she had been silent so far.

Yes, I told myself. I have everything under control.

But I still sat outside for twenty minutes, daring myself to go in.

Cammy was at the counter again, but the shop was busier on this Friday night than it had been on Sunday. Probably a half dozen guys were in the main sales floor, looking through videos and magazines. I had no idea how many others would be in the booths.

A few of the guys stole glances at me as I entered. That kind of attention heated me up. They knew that I was out of place here. I was too respectable for a place like this. But the person I hoped I would get a reaction from was busy ringing through a sale.

I tried to catch her eyes anyhow, but she didn't notice me.

Tonight I had several hundred dollars with me, and I was determined to spend whatever it took to shock Cammy. Okay, so maybe I had considered coming here beforehand, but I hadn't been serious. Taking out the money had just been a little dare to myself, to keep the game alive.

My eyes led me directly to the fetish attire. Cuffs, hoods, bras, clamps... seductive leather and metal that sent chills down my spine. Yes. This was exactly what I needed.

I could see one of the middle-aged men watching me as I picked out my accessories. I took leather cuffs for my hands and ankles. My body told me to take the studded collar and leash too. My back was turned to the counter. God, I hoped she was watching me.

My breathing quickened when I found the nipple clamps and a perfectly medieval looking leather gag. What else would I need ? Just something to bring me over the top. I reached for it before even thinking. A beautiful leather whip, with multiple tails.

It would leave no room for doubt. She would be forced to imagine me, cuffed and gagged, with my prissy white ass being marked red by...

...well, I don't know who...

" Can I help you to find anything, miss ?"

She was right next to me, and I hadn't even noticed her approach. My face went red, as I realized the full impact of the items I cradled in my arms. I couldn't even look in her direction. This was the part of the game I liked most. I felt like I had been caught with my pants down.

" Miss ? "

" Please, " I began, not sure what to say next, but I knew I needed to take it a step further. " Please call me Angela. "

No room for doubt. I wanted her to acknowledge who I was. I wanted her to know that I was the same bitch who was bad-mouthing her at school.

" Okay, Angela, is there anything I can help you with ?"

So professional. So casual. I wanted her to be shocked. Instead, she still just seemed amused. Or bored. Or something.

My mind whirled.

" Yes... I'll, uh... " I looked up to her sheepishly. " I want to take all of these... and, uh... well, I need to try on the cuffs and clamps and make sure they're tight enough. "

" I'm sorry, we don't really have anyplace for you to try them on. "

She was trying to deny me my little thrill.

" Really ? I mean, don't you have a washroom or something..."

" Yeah, but we don't normally..."

I almost came when I gave the next line.

" Please. I'll be in *so* much trouble if I come home with the wrong thing. "

A little shudder went through me. For the first time, I got a little reaction. It was brief, but I saw a little surprise on her face. Then, just an instant later, her calm, amused look returned.

" I guess I can let you into the employee washroom. It's over this way. "

Once inside the dirty little employee washroom, I tried to catch my breath. I could tell that the other guys in the store were all painting delightful images of me, dressed for bondage. But they didn't matter. It was Cammy that I wanted to shock. I wanted the twisted little rush of humiliation of knowing that she envisioned me naked, clamping my nipples in this tiny room.

I got it too.

Tonight had been a success. I could savour in my fantasies that fleetingly shocked expression she had given me when I explained how I would be punished.

It should have been enough, but, of course, it wasn't.

I watched myself in the mirror as I opened my blouse. It wasn't enough just to pretend that I was tightening the clamps onto my nipples. I needed to do it. I ached for the extra jolt of humiliation of watching myself apply the painful clamps in the mirror.

The sensation was exquisite. My pink nipples were painfully erect already, and when I fastened a clamp to the first of my sensitive nubs, I gave a little squeal of satisfaction. By the time I had the other one in place, my body was on fire. I reached up underneath my skirt, and rubbed my wet pussy through the thin fabric of my panties.

God, they were wet.

Another wicked thought struck me. If only Cammy knew. If only she knew how shamefully wet this little game made me, it would double my humiliation. Once the impulse hit me, I knew that I would follow through with it, no matter how degrading it was. I just needed her to know how wet and horny I was.

I rubbed myself good now, making sure that the crotch of my panties were absolutely soaked. Then I slid them down my legs and stepped out of them. Just having them in my hands gave me a little shudder. If I went through with this, I'd never be able to look her in the eyes again.

And I'd be leaving her proof. She could expose me to my friends.

So why was I doing this ?

My body gave me the answer. I was just dying to see the look on her face when I handed her my warm, wet panties.

I left the nipple clamps in place, throbbing warmly under my blouse. I only buttoned the garment about half way, so that if I bent forward, the clamps would be exposed.

Cammy watched me come out of the washroom, and my face went instantly red. I couldn't believe that I was doing this. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time.

I dropped the other leather stuff on the counter, and then scanned the store to see if any of the other guys were watching. I couldn't wait another moment. As Cammy began to gather up the items to ring them through, I dropped my panties onto the counter in front of her.

She froze, looking down at the stylish panties that had only a few minutes before been snugly nestled against my moist pussy.

" What are you... ?" Her eyes rested on the panties for a moment before she looked up at me again.

I had to brace myself against the counter just to stay standing, the rush of sensations in my pussy were so intense. I bit my lower lip and tried to look her in the eyes.

Then I could see it. She knew my game. She knew exactly what I was trying to do now. Cammy scooped my panties off of the counter, and dropped them subtly into her purse. Her eyes appraised me now, catching the outline of the nipple clamps against my nearly open blouse. I almost felt like she could see through my skirt, to the wetness of my aching pussy.

" So you're going home without panties, are you ? Won't you be punished for that ? "

She didn't even try to hide her mocking tone now. She did, however, keep her voice low. Cammy was just having a little fun with the situation now, and she could see how it was affecting me.

" Maybe I could... " I began. Then I couldn't get the words out.

" Yes, " she prodded.

" Maybe you could give me *your* panties ... please ... I'll pay you for them... "

She remained silent, allowing me to choke myself on my own words. I could tell that she was considering how far to let this little game go... how much she should play along.

" Please... I'll give you a hundred dollars for them..."

Cammy leaned forward conspiratorially. " And what would you want to do with my panties ?"

I couldn't take much more of this. I could feel my moisture dripping down my thighs now, while she played along with my game.

" I'd, um..." I couldn't think. I just wanted them very badly right now. They would be such a prize to take home.

A man approached from behind, carrying a couple of videos. I wanted to tell him to go away. He was interrupting, and I was so close to...

...I don't know what.

Cammy leaned a little closer, and whispered into my ear. " Not now. Some other time, maybe. Show me what you'd do with them, and I'll consider it. "

Her words burned into my body, and I suddenly needed my orgasm desperately. I gave Cammy enough cash to cover my purchases, and left the store quickly, the heat of her breath still on my ear.

My body ached for this kind of humiliation. My previous flirtations with this dirty thrill-seeking game paled now in my memory. Now I had a playmate, and as I drove home, I wondered how far she was willing to let it go. I wanted desperately to convince her to play some more...

and so I thought about her words.

' Show me what you'd do with them, and I'll consider it,' she had whispered into my ear. Yes, I wanted to be a naughty exhibitionist for this girl. I imagined what a thrill it would be for her, to see a popular rich girl like me, sinking to any depth to get her attention.

As I pushed my way into the apartment, I knew what I needed to do. She wanted to see what I would do with her panties. I wanted to show her, in the most graphic way I could imagine. For this, I needed to use another of my new toys: the digital camera my father had bought for me.

I set it up on my dresser, aimed towards the bed.

Cammy would see exactly how low I was willing to sink to get her panties. To get her into the game.

I considered using my own panties for this little demonstration, but it didn't feel right. It just wasn't nasty enough. My need for humiliation overpowered my growing anxiety about how far I was willing to go with this. Feeling like a thief, I crept out of my room, wearing nothing but my nipple clamps, and quietly stole into Kyla's room.

I don't know why I was being so careful. She wouldn't be back for hours yet. My eyes scanned the floor, and a new rush of perversity filled me when I found what I was looking for; Kyla's panties. They were near the base of her bed, open on the floor, as if she had just stepped out of them a minute ago.

They smelled like her perfume. Another shiver of lust passed through me as I held them to my nose. This was a new perversion for me, and it was wickedly shameful. I would never have guessed that my little games would lead me to such twisted acts. I shivered at the thought of being caught here, kneeling naked and sniffing my roommates panties on the floor of her room.

I retreated back to my own room, and prepared to capture my shameful acts with the digital camera.

Even while I was doing it, I was hoping that somehow, I'd have the good sense to delete the pictures, and never show them to Cammy. But when I felt as horny as I did right now, it was hard to appeal to any reason at all.

I posed for the camera, using Kyla's panties to do a little show for the sex shop girl. With every image, I imagined what she would feel like, seeing me sink to these acts to win her panties. I held them to my nose and rubbed myself.

I gingerly touched my tongue to the crotch of the white panties, trying to overcome my revulsion at licking my roommate's used panties this way. I made sure the camera got a good shot of my tongue exploring the inner lining

Laying back on the bed, I opened the panties over my face as I used a vibrator on myself. I hoped the camera caught how wet this scene was making me. Finally, in a scene that made my body quiver with exhibitionist humiliation, I bent forward, with my ass to the camera, and my face buried in the panties. Lewdly exposed this way, I proceeded to try to feed the big black dildo into my lubricated ass.

" Mmmmf , " I grunted in frustration. I stretched my rear hole against the size of the toy, but couldn't fit it inside of myself. It was deliciously shameful to know what it must look like on camera, to see me desperately trying to fuck myself with the massive thing.

I was just barely able to force the head of the beastly dildo into my ass before orgasm swept over me. I lost myself in that moment. I sucked the crotch of Kyla's panties into my mouth, and enjoyed the taste and aroma of her body, as my own body jerked up and down in climax.

The big black cock slipped out of my ass with a slurping sound as I rubbed myself furiously. This was the image I so desperately wanted to share with Cammy. I wanted her to see every bit of the contrast between my public image as a respectable, wealthy, popular girl, and the sick little whore I could be when I was playing these games...

... with her, I hoped.

*****

I slid into the next week with a sick feeling in my gut. After I was done with the digital camera, I hid everything away in their secret spots. I could barely look at myself in the mirror in the morning.

How far had I let my ridiculous sexual appetites take me ?

Remembering the most recent visit to the sex shop really burned me up inside. Despite the hot, erotic sensations it gave me to think about it, I was worried that I had carried it too far. Cammy knew without a doubt who I was. I had made sure of it. She knew the kind of game I was playing.

It was all so dumb. She could expose me at any time. She had my signature on a credit card slip. She had my panties. Now I was foolish enough, on some level, to consider printing out the horrible images of my frenzied masturbation session, and hand them over in trade for her panties.

On Saturday night, I struggled to avoid the sex shop. Instead, I went to party with Kyla. Even as I tried to forget my foolish actions, and enjoy myself, I couldn't quite purge myself of my twisted fantasy life. I caught a whiff of Kyla's perfume in the car, and it reminded me of...

I tried to banish it from my mind. I was determined to keep things normal between us. Kyla was a really good friend, and no matter how I allowed myself to engage in irrational thrill-seeking with Cammy, I couldn't allow myself to drag my roommate into it.

Sunday, I stayed away too. It was torture.

I tried to convince myself that I could just go down to the shop, and ask Cammy to forget the whole thing. But I knew better. I felt my heart pumping with excitement at the very thought of walking through those doors, and I just didn't want to take the risk. I might do something to embarrass myself further. She already had too much on me. I just had to hope that she wouldn't use it.

So when we went to that first class on Monday, I was nervous as hell. I watched Cammy suspiciously from across the room. I'd fucking kill her if she so much as said a word to one of my friends.

But she seemed content to stay to herself, studiously taking notes, and reading during the break. Finally, just near the end of the class, I caught her eye. And suddenly, my mind was set at ease again. She just gave me this calm, amused look. And I could read it in her eyes. My secrets were safe with her. She had no intentions of exposing me to my friends.

What next ?

I mean, this girl was being more than nice to me. I truly felt like I deserved to be ashamed of myself. And she was protecting me by her silence. I felt like a real shit for badmouthing her to the other students. I just couldn't keep doing it.

So I invited her over to my table in the cafeteria at lunch time.

The other girls in my group were astounded. All through the previous week, I had been talking this girl down. Her style. Her manner. Her social class. Now I brought her over to sit with them. They all looked like they were waiting for a punch line. Like it was some big plan to humiliate this girl even more.

Cammy didn't seem to care much what they thought. She gave me a little smile over the table, and then kept quiet while the other girls talked.

Finally, someone invited her into the conversation.

" Do you live around here, Camelia ?"

" Yeah, I'm a local girl, " she answered. It was weird seeing her in a normal social context. To all of the other girls, she was just some trashy local girl. To me, well, I had to control my arousal just being around her.

" So, do you work in town too ?"

" Yeah. My dad owns a shop. When he's not around, I tend the store. As long as I make sure the place is taken care of on the weekends, he pays for my schooling. "

I waited nervously for someone to ask what kind of shop it was, but the topic never came up. As usual, my friends were more concerned with the social implications.

" That must suck, though, not being able to party and stuff. "

" It's okay, " she assured them. " I still meet interesting people sometimes. "

It was a verbal wink in my direction. It made my heart flutter a little. She was thinking about me. I was special to her.

So, just like that, my common sense flew out the window again. Maybe I was just looking for another excuse to resume the game anyhow. I don't know. But now that I had done her the favour of letting her hang out with my friends, and had the delicious luxury of her knowing, amused smile... well, I couldn't stop myself from imagining the next step in our game.

For the next couple of nights, I my body ached to escalate things with Cammy. Anything for a new thrill. But she wouldn't be at the sex shop until the weekend. So I brought the game to school with me, tucked in my purse.

It was just after lunch, and Cammy had hung around with my friends again. She was actually fitting in really well, now that I was on her side. Everyone seemed to like her. She had a dark sense of humour, and a sharp wit.

I waited until kept my eye on her as we headed towards our classes, and then I saw my opportunity. She headed for the washroom.

" What's up, Angela ?"

" Huh ?"

Kyla knocked playfully on the side of my head. " Hello, is anyone home ? "

" Sorry. I'm not feeling too well. Excuse me a minute. "

Then I headed to the washroom, my body heating up in anticipation of my task. I pushed through the door, and was relieved to see that aside from Cammy, the room was empty. I could see her military style boots beneath one of the stall doors. With my heart in my throat, I took the stall next to hers.

I struggled to contain my nerves as I thought about what was in my purse. Ever so carefully, I had chosen four pictures from my digital camera. Then I printed them, in living colour, to the pages I had folded in my purse.

Every one of them was shameful, and my face was clearly visible in at least a couple of them. If I went through with this, there would be no going back. I sat on the toilet seat, still holding my purse in my lap. Slowly, I unzipped the top, and held it open to my view.

There, right at the top of everything, was the most incriminating of the photos. My face was painfully clear. My tongue explored the crotch of Kyla's panties, while my hand explored my own crotch. An expression of limitless arousal was on my face.

Then, sticking out from underneath this sick invitation of mine was a crisp one hundred dollar bill. That was the price I had offered her.

It was now or never. Careful to keep the top of my purse open, I set it down on the floor, pushing it beneath the stall divider so that she could clearly see the contents. I could barely breathe as I waited for her to take the next move.

Did she even notice it, I wondered briefly. Of course she did. There was no way you could miss it.

After a tense minute, I saw her hand reach down. She took the money, and then each of the four photos. It's impossible to describe the sensation that overtook me at that moment. I knew that Cammy was sitting in the next stall, her jeans around her ankles, looking at pictures that I should never have shown to anyone.

Through the thin barrier, I could hear her leafing through them. Then a chuckle.

I almost had an orgasm at that sound. I wondered which one she was looking at. Maybe the ridiculous image of the big dildo popping from my ass as I bucked for the camera. I was rubbing myself now too. It was the only way I could stop myself from leaving the room in a panic.

Now she could show them to my friends, or post them to the internet, or do anything else she wanted with them. I was such a fool for putting myself in this position, and it was this same reckless exhibitionism that provided me my greatest thrill.

She stood, still not saying a word. God, I wished I had the guts to inch forward to the crack between the stalls, and catch a glimpse of her now. I just wanted to see the look on her face. Was she surprised ? Amused ? Even smug ?

I rubbed myself roughly through the fabric of my clothes, waiting for some sign for Cammy. Something to say that she was willing to play my game. When the sign came, so did I. When her hand slipped underneath the stall wall, and held out her panties for me, I could barely get them to my nose in time to match my violent orgasm.

The force of the climax had me whimpering and shaking in a way that I knew Cammy could hear from the next stall. I heard her chuckle again before she flushed the toilet, and left me there, recovering my breath, and still clutching her underwear against my face.

*****

Our status shift was complete, and I think the other girls in my clique could sense it. Cammy was gaining confidence every day, and I was falling off of her like some sort of lap-dog. I couldn't help it. I spent my nights sniffing and licking the crotch of her panties, and fantasizing about the next way I could utterly humiliate myself in front of her.

The contrasts between us were delicious to my sick sense of arousal. She was low class. Vulgar. She was forced to work in a sex shop to put her through college. I was wealthy and popular. I'd always been raised to act properly. And yet, it was me who was anxious... even desperate, to continue to embarrass myself for her amusement.

Each day at school, I could feel her eclipsing me. She was co-opting my role in the group, and I just stood stupidly by, savouring my feelings of jealousy and resentment. Somehow, this social role reversal was feeding my appetites too.

God, I'm sick.

I even stood by, biting my tongue, as she began to hit on Kevin, a guy I had been flirting with for over a week. The other girls had left him alone for me, but Cammy was blatant about her intentions. She didn't even bother to threaten to expose me. She just gave me this knowing look. She knew how much this bothered me, but she also knew that I would put up with it silently, and still crawl to her feet.

The pictures told her everything. It burned me up to know how what this low-class girl thought about me. Of course, it bothered me more that she was completely right.

Friday night, as soon as I could shake Kyla, I was itching to crawl to her feet.

Sitting in the car outside the store again, I reflected on how absurd this was. How did I really expect this to turn out ? Would I ever be completely satisfied ?

I stepped in through the front door, once again, feeling that shameful rush as the middle-aged men looked up from their magazines and swallow my body whole with their eyes. Tonight, I was even dressed like I belonged here. I wore the leather studded collar on my neck, along with the shortest skirt I could find, and some high heel leather boots.

Cammy gave me an approving smile that weakened my knees. I stumbled towards the counter.

" Why don't you try one of the video booths tonight, Angela ?"

The thought of those dark, dirty booths in the back of the store made my pussy tingle. Everyone knows what men go there to do. Now I was just as low in her eyes, and I belonged there too. She handed me a dozen tokens.

" Oh, and you might want to avoid the last booth on the left. We ran out of tissues in there a couple of hours ago, and I haven't had a chance to clean up. "

She gave me this wicked smile. It was an 'I dare you' smile. God, she was good at this game.

The smell of male lust filled my nose as I walked down the narrow hallway. The place was busy tonight, and I could hear the sounds of pornographic grunting from behind the doors. Whether the sounds came from the video screens or from the men who fed them coins was hard to tell.

I passed the first empty booth, and continued to the end of the hallway. On the left was a closed door with an 'Out of Order' sign.

Why had she warned me about it if there was already a sign on the door ? Because it wasn't a warning. Her smile had told me that. It was a dare. It was exactly what I craved.

I pushed through the door into the small video booth, and quickly latched the door behind me. The details of the booth were more than I could have imagined. The electronic glow of the video machine lit up the walls of the small room, which were covered with graffiti. There was a seat against one wall, and I moved in that direction.

" Fuck, " I cursed, as I fell on one of my knees. The floor was slippery, and I wasn't used to walking in these boots. I could feel something cool and sticky on the knee that was touching the floor. I stood quickly, and wiped my knee with my hand.

Disgusting. I could smell the cooling semen as I wiped again on my skirt. I was eager to sit down, but took the time to check the seat for the same kind of mess. Just being here made me feel like a whore. I dropped a couple of coins into the video machine to complete the transaction.

" Ooooh, yeah... right there..." the black girl on the screen moaned, as another woman lapped at her pussy. The actresses were dirty looking, just like everything in this place. My excited imagination placed me in the scene, tasting the black girl's wetness.

I slipped my hand under the waistband of my panties, and could feel how wet I was becoming too. On a perverted impulse, once my fingers were wet, I slid them out of myself again, and touched them to my lips. It helped me to imagine that I could actually taste the bitch on the screen.

Rubbing myself with my other hand now, I sucked each finger into my mouth in turn, only realizing afterwards that the drying residue of the male cum from the floor was on my fingers too. It heated my imagination in a disturbing way to know that I had just tasted the cum of some unknown man who spilled his seed in a porn store video booth.

I quickly fed the rest of my coins into the machine, and then looked down at the floor in the glow of the cheap porn movie. Glistening there were streams of cooling semen, only disturbed by the footprints of myself and others who came here to masturbate.

Wicked. Horrible. These thoughts were beyond perversion. What would Cammy think of me ?

But this was her suggestion, after all, wasn't it ? She had hinted at this particular booth. Maybe she had even told her male customers to use this one. To cum on the floor for me. My imagination couldn't be stopped. In a sick way, I wanted to believe that she was prodding me to do this.

To do the unthinkable...

I slid down the edge of the bench, and rested my knees on the floor. On the video screen, an overweight guy had joined the two women, and they were sharing his cock. I watched the scene as my trembling fingers unbuttoned my blouse.

Cammy would know. She would know exactly what I had done in here, and that thought intensified my excitement.

My tits were exposed now, as I hadn't bother to wear a bra tonight. It just made me feel sexier. Slowly, I bent forward, my hands near the wall, and lowered my breasts to the floor. My hard nipples stretched towards the slickness that glowed in the video light.

When they touched the floor, my body shook. This was disgusting. In my mind, I was inviting the lowlife pigs who came here to jerk off to cum on my tits. I rubbed back and forth, collecting their mixed cum on my nipples. Then I rose to my knees again.

God, I wished Cammy could see me now, a prissy bitch who was letting the cum of unknown men drip down the undersides of her breasts. In a lustful motion, I cupped my tits and rubbed them together, smoothing the cream between them.

My pussy sent little shock waved through me. This was dirtier than I had imagined, and I didn't want to stop. My game of 'I dare you' was leading me to unexplored territory, and I couldn't wait to sink even lower.

I lowered myself to the floor again, but this time it was my face. The pungent odour filled my nose as I lowered one of my cheeks into the slop. The hair of my bangs picked up the mess too, but I didn't care. I was wallowing in it now.

In circular motions, I rubbed my face over the vinyl of the floor, gathering cum on my cheeks, nose and chin. I wondered what kind of thrill it would have provided the men who came in her to jerk off, knowing that a horny blonde girl would soon be on the floor, coating her face and tits with their discharge.

" Oh yeah, eat it for me, girls, " the overweight man on the screen instructed the two women as he came on their chins. In my lust, I could pretend that his instructions were for me. I now touched my tongue to the floor, and began to trace the streaks of cum to where they met the wall, scooping it into my mouth as I went.

" Mmmm... g-god, I'm such a slut... " I told myself, as I licked at the drying jizz. Saying the words out loud brought me a new thrill, and I renewed my efforts to get every bit of collected cum from the floor.

Suddenly, it was dark again, as the screen went blank. God damn. My tokens had run out.

In desperation, I slid my blouse back on, and stumbled out of the booth towards the front of the store. I wasn't thinking straight. I just needed to get more tokens... so that I could finish myself in that humiliating pose. I held my blouse closed with one hand as I approached the counter.

Cammy's eyes glowed with laughter when she saw me, my face and hair sticky from wallowing in cum.

" More tokens please, " I spat out, enjoying this new depth I had sunk to in her perception.

" No, Angela, that's enough for tonight. "

" But I..." I pleaded with my eyes. I hadn't cum yet. Surely she could see how desperate I was for relief.

" Come over here, behind the counter, " she invited me. There was a lull in business, and we were alone in the front area of the store.

I stepped behind the counter, my body overheated with embarrassment. She could make me do anything she wanted.

Cammy stepped close, and reached under my skirt. This was it. She was touching me. My body screamed for more.

" You're nice and wet, Angela. I take it you enjoyed your visit to the booth. "

I nodded.

" That's good. Now that you know how to clean the booths, that'll be one of your jobs around here. I'm sure they guys will be glad to not worry about tissues anymore. "

" Ngggff, " I groaned as her hand slowly pushed under my panties.

" I want you to come in tomorrow early, and I'll train you to work the register. I've got a date tomorrow night, and I'll need you to cover for me. "

God, I didn't need to ask who she had a date with. It was obvious from the gloating ton of her voice. It was with Kevin.

" But what about your father..."

" Oh, he won't mind a bit. As long as the store is covered, and the money rolls in, he couldn't care less who tends the store. In fact, the way you dress, it might even help business. Once I've got you trained, I'm going to have a lot more spare time on my hands. "

Cruelly, she withdrew her hand from my panties, and wiped my juices on my already soiled blouse.

" You run along now, Angela, " Cammy told me, patting me on the rear. " I'll expect you here at two o'clock tomorrow. "

I needed to get to the car. I needed to finish myself.

" And Angela..."

I paused on my way out.

" Bring along that nice little whip you bought last week. "