St. Clair Ladies Circle: Marlena

Marlena kept sucking him until he was through cumming, then stood and kissed him, holding the back of his head firmly with one hand, forcing some of his cum into his mouth. He resisted momentarily then let her force his mouth open as she spat his seed back into him. With her other hand she massaged his cock until it was erect again. She then stepped back and began to get dressed.

Hanratty was dumbfounded. "You ... you ... you ain't gonna leave me like this, are you?"

Marlena had returned to the table and now pulled a leather wrap skirt from one of the boxes. "You asked me to relieve you, Mr. Hanratty. I relieved you. I'm not your wife." She paused to see how this registered, wrapping the skirt around her at the waist. It draped over her padded hips and ass, ending about an inch or two below the top of her boots. "Nor your girlfriend. And not your 'cocksucking bitch,' not even a sweet one. I'm your employee and future business associate, and expect to be treated as one—with respect."

Hanratty now recalled what he had just said. Damn, why did she have to be so sensitive!

"Look, Marlena, I'm sorry ..."

"It's Ms. Schwartzmann, Mr. Hanratty."

"Ok, ok, Ms. Schwartzmann. Look, you got me this way, you just can't leave me like this."

"But I can, Mr. Hanratty. And I will." Marlena smiled. "Like I said, I really prefer women. When I'm with a man, it's because that man wants me as a woman ... and as a lady. There are plenty of women like me who like being verbally abused-—even physically and sexually abused—-by men like you. I'm not one of them. No, Mr. Hanratty, I won't suck your cock again. You'll never know the pleasure of my ass-—and it is pleasurable, I've been told. I will train Wilhemina to be as good an office manager as I've been. I will turn Lily Marlene's into the best shop for women like me in this region, if not the country. You will not lose money on me or my store. My store! But I will not be your lover, nor you mine. You want some sissy pussy? Give me six months and I'll let you have the pick of my better customers—-the type who like being called cocksucker and bitch and slut and whore. Them you deserve. But not me!"

With that Marlena walked out the warehouse, the click of her stiletto heels resounding in the empty building. Hanratty looked at her as she left, the leather skirt swaying seductively as she walked, his final vision being her shapely silhouette framed by the doorway as she exited. He waddled over to the display table and looked at the various goods. He picked up another pair of pussy panties--flesh toned--and thrust himself into the vaginal opening, frigging himself until he came. As he did so he realized that maybe, just maybe, he had acted too hastily. This inventory did have possibilities.