She changed through each of the outfits as quickly as possible without really thinking about them, and then dressed in her work clothes, and went to the counter, where Bethany was waiting.
“Those are all fine,” Laura said. “I’ll buy them.”
“Okay, just pass them to me and I’ll ring them up,” said Bethany.
Laura froze. She couldn’t do that. “No, they’re fine as they are,” she said.
“I’m afraid I need to see them,” said Bethany, “or I can’t disengage the anti-theft.”
Beginning to blush a deep red, Laura handed the bundle of underwear over to Bethany. She had been expecting to be humiliated by the piss-wet panties, but she hadn’t realized it was worse than that. As Bethany began to poke through the pile, her face changing steadily into an expression of horror and disgust, Laura realized that EVERY pair of panties was wet, right where they had come into contact with her sopping wet twat. She had just handed Bethany a pile of underwear soaked with her cunt honey.
“God,” said Bethany, wrinkling her nose. “What have you DONE to these?”
“I’m sorry,” said Laura, wishing she could just run away. “I’ll pay for them, okay?”
Bethany was clearly revolted by Laura. “You’d better. Pass me your card.”
Laura passed across her credit card and stood, fidgeting, while Bethany processed it. There was a long delay, and then a noise Laura recognized – the noise of her card being declined.
Her heart sank. Of course there wasn’t the money to buy expensive lingerie on her card. She had paid her blackmailer as much as she was able, and she was at the end of her public service pay cycle. She couldn’t afford this lingerie.
Bethany was looking at the card in horror. “What the fuck?” she said. “Do you have another card?”
Laura felt herself starting to cry. “No,” she said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. I don’t have the money.”
Bethany held up the wet panties. “These can’t be resold, you know? They’re going to come out of my paycheck. I can’t afford these either, you know?”
“I’m sorry,” Laura repeated. She was just glad there was no one else in the shop.
Bethany realized the same thing – that they were alone. She walked quickly around the counter, grabbed Laura’s arm, and pulled her back to the changerooms, still holding the wet panties and bras.
“You will be sorry,” she hissed, pushing Laura into the changeroom violently. Laura hit the back wall hard and stayed there, pressed against it, shocked. What was happening?
Bethany pulled the door shut behind the two of them, and then slapped Laura across the face. Laura gasped.
“I can’t afford these, you slut,” spat Bethany. “I was going to buy my girlfriend a present this week but I can’t if I have to waste money on these instead. What did you do with them? Did you piss on them?”
Laura’s breath was catching now in little half-sobs. “I was – I was wet. My” – she almost said vagina and then remembered her collar – “my sluthole was wet.”
“Gross,” said Bethany. “Ugh, what a slut.” She paused, and then said, “Show me.”
Laura didn’t know what to do. She lifted her skirt and displayed her nude, wet cunt to Bethany.
Bethany looked at it for a couple of seconds, expressionless. Laura didn’t know what she was thinking. Bethany had said she had a girlfriend. Did she like girls? Did she like cunts? Did she like Laura’s cunt?
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Bethany said after a minute. “You’re going to steal all this underwear. That way it comes out of shop breakage, rather than my pay. And if I get asked questions I’ll say it was probably that big-titted pink-haired slut who stole it, and the police can come investigate you.”
“No,” said Laura.
“Yes,” said Bethany, “So you’d better hope no one notices. And because you’re a thief, you can’t just walk out with it all in your arms. You’ll have to hide it.”
She wadded up the first pair of panties – the ones Laura had pissed in – in her hand. Laura didn’t understand what she meant, until Bethany reached down and started pushing the panties up Laura’s snatch. Laura squealed in surprise. She started to close her legs to stop Bethany, but then she again thought “feminist”, and flinched, and relaxed her legs to let Bethany access her pussy. She didn’t want Bethany touching her there, but at the same time she didn’t want to close her legs.
When the first pair of panties had disappeared up Laura’s twat, Bethany repeated it with the second and the third, and fourth and fifth, and then started on the bras. Four of the five bras had no underwire, and easily vanished up Laura’s pussy. By now Laura’s pussy was achingly full. It hurt and Laura thought she couldn’t have closed her legs all the way even if she wanted to.
The fifth bra had underwire and simply wouldn’t fit into Laura’s twat safely even if Bethany was prepared to hurt Laura (which she was). Bethany thought for a moment, and then vanished to the front counter and came back with a clothes peg. She took one of the rear straps of the bra, reached behind Laura, and pushed it into her asshole. Laura squealed again but offered no resistance as Bethany stuffed as much fabric as possible tightly into Laura’s butt. She then brought the remainder of the bra between Laura’s legs, so that one cup rested against her taint and the other against her cunt, and used the clothes peg to clip the other strap to Laura’s clitoris. Laura squeaked again. It hurt – a lot. But the bra was now positioned so that if Laura was careful to avoid releasing it from her anus it would not show beneath Laura’s skirt.
Bethany looked at what she had achieved. “Good slut,” she said, and Laura felt her cunt start moistening again at the words. She knew everything inside her was going to be soaked in her arousal. She momentarily pictured herself wearing the cunt-honey soaked underwear, and the words “obedient bitch” appeared over her mental picture and she got even wetter.
“One more thing,” said Bethany. Her face was flushed now and Laura realized the sales girl was aroused. She felt Bethany’s hands on her shoulders, pushing her down, and Laura obediently knelt in front of Bethany. She could guess what was coming, and was not surprised when Bethany lifted her skirt and pushed aside her pretty white panties to show her shaved twat.
“Lick me,” Bethany said, her voice heavy with lust, and Laura did. It wasn’t the first time Laura had been forced to lick a stranger’s pussy, and she thought Bethany was prettier than Candy even if her pussy wasn’t as nice-tasting as Candy’s strawberry-flavored fuckhole. She parted Bethany’s labia with her fingers and lapped obediently at the wet pink flesh inside. It didn’t feel right at first but then Bethany started to moan, and her hands came down to grip Laura’s hair tightly, and suddenly it felt correct and natural for Laura to be doing this. Laura’s pussy gushed with desire and suddenly the pain in her clitoris felt good and sexy. Laura moaned sluttily into Bethany’s twat as she ran her tongue over the shop girl’s clit and probed up her whore-tunnel.
By the time Bethany finally orgasmed, Laura’s face was glistening with Bethany’s whore-nectar. She looked up at Bethany for approval, and saw that Bethany was very satisfied with the licking she had received. The girl had relaxed her grip on Laura’s hair and was now stroking it almost affectionately.
“Thank you,” mumbled Laura into Bethany’s pussy. “Thank you for stuffing my clothes up my cockholster. Thank you for making me lick your twat.”
Bethany didn’t seem to hear, still lost in the pleasure of orgasm.
“Can I go?” Laura asked in a small voice.
Bethany remembered where she was, looked down at Laura, and changed her expression to one of disgust. She backed away quickly, rearranging her skirt and panties to look more appropriate.
“Yes, get out of here,” she spat. “You’re a disgusting whore and if you ever come back here again I’ll call the police.”
Laura staggered to her feet, her cunt still stuffed with the underwear, her face wet with Bethany’s arousal, and staggered out of the store.
She felt dirty and humiliated but she tried to focus on the good points. She had just obtained a week’s worth of underwear for free, after all.
She waddled with her cunt stuff through the mall until she found a store that offered free shopping bags. She bought a stick of gum with the change in her purse, asked for a bag with it, and then hurried to the women’s toilets, where she was able to pull the lingerie out of her twat and move it to the bag. As she had feared, it was practically dripping with her internal juices, but it was probably nothing that the washing machine couldn’t fix. She unclipped the bra from her clitoris too, and pulled its other strap out of her ass.
There was something Laura needed to do, though. She went to the closest toilet stall, locked herself in, sat on the seat, and took one of the pairs of panties out of the bag. She looked at it a moment, then put in her mouth and started sucking on it. It tasted like slut. It tasted good. Moaning happily, Laura leant back on the seat, lifted her skirt, spread her legs, and masturbated to a very satisfying orgasm.
Chapter 22
SUCCEEDING AT WORK
Laura caught the bus to the Pretty Titty. It was full, and so she was forced to sit in the middle of the back seat, looking down the aisle. Given that she was wearing a short skirt and no panties she knew she should sit with her knees together but every time she tried she thought “feminist” and flinched, and ended up finding the only way she could be comfortable was with her legs parted. As a result, anyone getting on the bus could see her bare, wet twat, if they looked in the right direction, but thankfully most were just concerned with finding their seat and few noticed her slutty fuckhole on display.
At the Pretty Titty, Laura had something to ask Edgar before she got started. Her stripping name was “Kitten Tits” but her collar was encouraging her to use more deive words than “tits”. She thought she might get away with saying “Kitten Tits” very fast, so the collar thought it was all one word – after all, it presumably didn’t shock her for words like “titillation” or “attitude” – but she didn’t want to end up being shocked and pissing herself in front of customers if she was wrong or said it too slowly.
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