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Casual Acquaintances
by Christiana Lecker

christiana (dot) lecker (at) googlemail (dot) com

* * * Part One * * *

The shop is stylishly furnished, the exact opposite of what you would expect in a
sexshop in a dark, shabby side street. Behind dutifully covered up display windows
opens a sparkling world of colourfull latex and rubber, leather in all shades and
shapes, glistening stainless steel and wonderfully skimpy cloth rags. My eyes almost
pop out of their sockets as I stumble inside for the first time.

In contrast to the winter cold that reigns outside, the air of the shop feels
boiling hot and I wish I could shed some clothing items. I look myself up and down,
over that thin, girlish, light pink mini dress that barely covers my butt and
becomes almost transparent in the right lighting, and I feel naked. The bow is still
in my handbag, the one my Mistress had tied around the packet with the dress, next
to the letter with the short but precise instructions - not more than the time, the
address and the short sentese "Wear this, nothing else, go to the personell and ask
for lesbian bondage magazines."

My stomach rolls into a knot as I recall those instructions, but I have promised to
follow them unconditionally so I resist the urge to turn on my heels and flee back
into the anonymity of the dark side street. I stalk slowly over to the counter while
trying to keep images of greasy sales clerks und lusty looks out of my mind, then
around a clothes rack full of see-through underwear and come to halt somewhat
surprised and insecure.

The girl who sits there, I consciously call her girl because she can't be much older
than eightteen, looks like she has sprung from one of my wet fantasies. She reclines
her juvenile body in a futuristic chair made from black leather and chrome and
smiles at me from a delicate face framed by strawberry blond shiny curls. The high
cheekbones give her a slight exotic touch, and she owns a lithe, trained body as the
finely carved lower leg clearly shows that peeks out from the tight red leather
dress and, glowing like silk in the warm light, rests casually on the table before
her. I stare at her and swallow.

She doesn't seem to mind my stare, or if she does, she is conceiling it with
masterful skill, and she raises with cat-like elegance and walks around the counter
to me.

"Can I help you?" Her look from the big green eyes is self assured, and allthough
she's a good few inches smaller than me I have the feeling of having to look up at
her.

I want to sink into the ground as I recall my task, and I stall, while a deep blush
runs over my cheeks und she looks at me patiently. I'm probably not the only one, I
realise, who gets nervous in a sex shop. "I," my voice is barely more than a hoarse
whisper and I clear my throat, "I'm looking for - I - I'd like -"

I feel like being quizzed at school for the first time again, her eyebrows lift
slightly, questioningly, and my nervousness hightens again. "I'm looking for lesbian
bondage magazines" I manage to say quickly and take a big, relieved breath.

Her lips, enhanced by the light red lipstick, sparkle as the tip of her tongue runs
over them, quick and unconsciously, but my eyes become glued to them. I'm entranced
by her sweet, beautiful face and almost miss that she is talking to me.

"...not catch you," she tells me with an apologetic smile, "could you repeat it a
bit slower?"

My stomach spins for a moment and I have the feeling of falling into empty space,
like in an elevator that starts to move down. Her eyes look at me inquiringly, and I
feel stark naked in front of her. I gather all my courage together, becoming worried
that my Mistress might enter any moment and notice that I haven't fullfilled my
appointed task yet, and I say slowly and with downcast eyes: "I am looking for
lesbian bondage magazines."

My glance meets hers for a short moment, and she looks highly amused. She did
understand me quite well the first time, I realise, and a short, surreal bout of
dizziness washes over me, heat rushes through my body - and transforms into a
strange, tense excitement.

"Those are over there in the shelf," she points at a magazine rack at the other side
of the showroom, "come on, I'll show you."

My legs stumble beside her to the shelves, and with delay I notice that her hand is
resting on my butt cheek and pushes a bit to guide me in the right direction. My
first reflex is to side-step and avoid the intimacy by this stranger, but I'm
spellbound and compliantly adapt my pace to the pressure on my backside. We are at
the rack, and her finger trails over the rows of glossy magazines with all that
beauty and obscenities on their cover pages, the she points at the lowest shelve
with a smile. "Look, there they are."

I glance at her, then at the shelf with the magazines, then back at her. Her
challenging look makes it clear to me that she doesn't think of leaving me here
alone, and I have to do something unless I want to stand here and look silly.

The lowest shelf is just an inch or two above the ground, so I have to bend down far
to reach it. I bend over and pray that my skimpy dress doesn't get a mind of its own
and divulge the nudity hidden beneath it. My hand slowly extends towards one of the
magazines and pulls it out, but at that moment I feel her hand on my butt once more,
feel it brush downwards and have to suppress a shiver. Then my eyes open wide and my
body becomes stiff in alarm.

Her fingers have lifted the hem of my mini dress, cool air brushes over my exposed
butt cheeks and my plum, which is obscenely visible between my thighs due to my
stopped posture. Her fingers roam over my naked skin, brush over my nether lips and
I gasp. Like through a curtain I hear her voice. "Tsk tsk, what do we have here?
Such a depraved little thing, running around in public without underwear."

I press my eyes shut and wish to die, to be hit by lightning right here and now, but
at the same time the situation has something so erotic, so wickedly lustful, I feel
depraved and dirty and sensous. Her hand rubs up and down over my public, a finger
presses on my slit and slowly parts my labia, and I breath faster. Lord, what is the
girl doing to me? My hips start to sway in sync with her touch, my head shows me
exciting pictures of the sweet thing so lewdly playing with my snatch, but suddenly
I remember where I am and that someone else could enter the shop any moment.

My heart does a jump, and I want to stand up, but a firm hand pushes at my back,
holding it where it is. "No no, stay as you are, sweetheart," her voice is like
honey and leaves me with no room for discussion, "my god, you are sooo wet down
there. Such a horny little minx."

She keeps on fondling my snatch, spreads my cunt juice everywhere on my nether lips,
while her other hand shoves the dress up my back and over my head. The magazine
drops from my hand and smacks to the floor, the dress following it, and the hand
grips my breast and starts to squeeze and caress it.

She squeezes harder, and I hoarsely moan my lust to her. Just then I hear a second
voice. Panic grips me, I must have missed the entrance door opening. "Such a sweet
pussy," the new voice whispers, "and so wet. Is she your girlfriend?" Oh god, I want
to die even more now, I want to disappear into thin air, anything, but I want away
from here fast.

My eyes stare straight ahead at the magazines while my mind frenetically tries to
come up with a way out.

"No, or at least not yet. But I like the little slut, even if I tend to prefer them
a bit younger." I can hear the grin on the girl's face and I'm certain that I must
be blushing all over my body. My cheeks feel taut and my heart beats like mad.

To more hands join the others, roam inquiringly over my back, grope my butt cheeks,
squeeze my tits and explore my stomach, and I feel like piece of cattle at an
auction - like an excited piece of cattle in heat though, as my body betrays me and
reacts with lustful electric shocks to each foreign touch.

The hands grip my shoulders, straighten me upright und I gasp for air. "Mistress!"

Standing before me with a smug grin, her eyes roam over my pussy lips, red and puffy
from excitement, and my nipples which are stiffly pointing away from my body. Her
long black leather coat glistenes in the light and, together with her dark hair that
is pinned up in a tight bun, makes her look like a dark queen right out of a fantasy
movie, and the black riding boots with their incredibly thin heels even underline
that image and make me almost drool. Her index finger trails over my cheek, scraping
a tiny red line into my skin, then brushes my lips and stays there for a second. A
short wink from the corner of her eye tells me that this is no involuntary gesture
and that I have to stay quiet. I nod imperceptably and my heart beats like a jungle
drum.

The girl raises an eyebrow. "Mistress? You know each other?"

I bite my lower lip and my eyes become big.

"We have met once or twice, a casual acquaintance." My Mistress' eyes laugh at me,
and I stair back at her self consciously, I ask myself what she has planned.

The girl clears her throat. "Do you want to stick a claim on her?"

My Mistress snorts in an amused way and twirls one of my nipples hard between her
finger, while I stand before them petrified, fearful and with a dripping snatch. "I
only want to stay here, I'm curious what the randy little thing lets you do with
her."

Shudders run over my back, I have seen this look on her face before. She has got
some devious plans for me, plans that will be both painful and humiliating for me.

The girl has gripped my other nipple and squeezes it hard. My eyes twitch as a sharp
pain runs through my tit, and she grins at me. "By the way, what's your name, little
slut?"

I blush again as my lips start to open, it feels like stripping naked in front of
her all over as I shed the last bit of anonymity. "Christiana, I'm Christiana."

The pain in the other nipple grows stronger as my Mistress sinks her long finger
nails into it, and I groan loudly before I realize her intention. "Christiana
Lecker," I add quickly, "my name is Christiana Lecker."

Both grin at me now while my naked body is shown off before them in the bright
halogen light, my burning nipples trapped between their cruel fingers, my face
bright red and with a bashful expression, their willing play thing for today. My
Mistress has promised me an unforgettable evening, but I'd never have imagined
something like this, not in my wildest dreams. It's so intense, so humiliating, so -
exciting. My pussy pulsates with horniness, and I know that I will neither be
allowed nor able to say 'no' today, no matter what the two of them will do to me.

One of my Mistress' fingers delves into my slit, plays with the entry to my hole and
makes me breath hard. "Can we do everything we want to you?" She asks with a
self-assured voice, her finger enters me up to the first knuckle, and quick as a
shot I moan "Yes, Mistress!"

While my Mistress shoves her finger deeper into me, the girl has stepped behind me,
and she wraps her arms around me, her finger nails capture my pussy lips and pull
them apart. "Even if it hurts?" She whispers into my ear, and I shiver from lust.

"Yeeees," I groan, and then I almost shriek out loud as her nails dig deep into my
sensitive cunt lips.

"That's no way to address a superior!" She barks at me, and it feels as if my pussy
is torn apart, I whimper and feel her lips trail over my neck. "You will address me
as 'Madame', understood?"

My legs begin to tremble and I groan "Yes, Madame" and try not to cry out. Then,
thankfully, the pain gradually lessens and I take some deep breaths.

"Good, you seem to be able to learn. We're going to have a lot of fun tonight..."
Her voice trails off, and her lips glide over my neck once more, her tongue kisses
and licks my skin, and my Mistress' finger slides all the way inside me. I'm so
close to a climax, in the middle of an open shop, and I close my eyes and moan...

* * * Ende of Part One * * *--

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