Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 02

But it was Cecilia. The first thing she did was to remove the mask and pull the dildo out of my mouth. "My boss sends his regards," she told me. I thought maybe she was done with me, but instead she told me to "lift your head up."

Being strapped as I was I didn't think she was going to be able to crawl over me to have me pleasure her so I was confused why she wanted me to tilt my head back. In hindsight I would have rather she figured out how to mount me somehow. Instead she had a different contraption to strap to my head. It was made of leather. The first element was a large metal ring she forced into my mouth. Actually she suggested forcefully that I open up and accept it or face the consequences, but that is just semantics. The ring was buckled into place behind my head. I couldn't shut my mouth or enunciate well, although it didn't prevent me from making noise.

The second part was a leather headgear that went over my forehead and chin meeting behind my head to be secured. I noticed it had four rings on it, two on the top and two on the bottom forming a square. I had no idea what it was for other than to secure something to my face. She then released my thighs, legs and torso. She released my hand last and told me to stand. She made an implied threat not to resist, but I was more interested in stretching and rubbing my aching body parts to get the circulation moving than trying to escape. Besides, where was I going to go? I didn't want to run out into the store naked, plugged and without my car keys. No, I was still playing Cecilia's game and had to wait until she decided it was finished.

I guess I should be glad she didn't bind my legs or ankles together again. She did recuff my wrists behind my back, but I had some slack and they were not uncomfortably close together. I expected her to march me back into the store, but instead, she spun me around and led me to a door I had not noticed when she brought me in originally.

"This is booth six," she told me.

As she opened the door and I looked inside, I quickly decided booth six looked like a janitorial closet. In fact, it was a janitorial closet complete with a slop sink, buckets, toilet paper, towels, a mop and a broom. But it also had something that was much more interesting. It had the stool I'd sat on in the video booth with the Hitachi still mounted through the seat. This is where Cecilia led me. As I sat, she told me to "get comfortable." I took that to mean position myself where the head of the Hitachi would do some good. I mumbled "thank you," as I sat on the stool and wiggled myself into position with my clit on the bulbous head of the Hitachi and waited for her to turn it on. But she didn't.

Instead she pushed my head forward and I quickly realized why there were rings on the front of my headgear. There were hooks in the wall and she secured my head so my face was pressed up against the wall. She then pulled a handle and a plate attached to the wall pulled open in front of my mouth. I shuttered as I realized what was now expected of me. But I had no choice. Cecilia was nice enough to turn the Hitachi on the high setting. Now that I was bent over I had to squirm again to reposition myself to receive my reward. Cecilia just laughed as I tried to get my pussy in position and flipped the lights off. She shut the door on her way out. It was a couple of minutes before my first customer arrived. From the position of the closet I knew he was in booth five, the one with two lights. I suddenly realized the extra light advertised the presence of someone servicing the glory hole. Given a choice, I might have volunteered. I was horny and Tom's destruction of my ass left me wanting more. But I suppose Cecilia didn't want to risk telling me what she wanted and the ring gag I was wearing along with the head bondage precluded me from deciding when I had enough. I wondered just how many men were going to enjoy my mouth that night.

I don't know if word got around that I was wearing the ring, but man number one certainly did not like that I was giving him all tongue action with no sucking. In fact he pulled out complaining about the quality of my blowjob. I could hear him stroking himself and he didn't push his cock back through the hole until he was ready to shoot. The first blast hit the back of my throat making me cough. I'm not sure if that scared him off or if it was always his plan, but he pulled back for the rest of his explosion resulting in cum hitting my lips and dripping off my face. He then pulled out and about a minute later, left the booth. His replacement walked in right away.

Again time stood still. Some guys lasted longer than others. I wish I didn't have the ring gag in my mouth as I really couldn't service them as I would have enjoyed. As for myself, I was enjoying the effects of the Hitachi I was sitting on very much. Unlike the last time in booth number one, this time I could grind my clit on the vibrating head. I had to be careful not to lose my balance, especially since my head was bound to the wall, but the Hitachi was working its magic and I had explosive after explosive orgasm because of it. In fact I was cumming more than the guys were. I know that, because I came at least once for each guy and sometimes two or three times if he had a big dick. You would think the size wouldn't matter, but when a guy filled my mouth, realizing there was only so close he could get to his side of the wall, meant he must have been very large in stature. After the first guy hit the back of my throat, I thought about him coming into the closet and fucking me from behind. That was enough for three orgasms on the Hitachi before he dumped an enormous load into my mouth. I swallowed every drop while imagining him saying "good girl," and petting me on the head.

I had cum so much that I lost track after ten guys visited the gloryhole. I was sweaty and felt dirty. I had some cum that had dropped off my face, but mostly I drank it all. Finally nobody new came into the booth and then the door to the closet opened. Cecilia shut the panel in the wall first, and then she turned off the Hitachi and finally unbuckled my head. "Can you stand?" she asked holding my arm and helping me up. My legs were weak and my mind was shredded. She helped take off the head harness and the ring gag. It felt so good to be able to close my mouth, although part of me really wanted to French kiss Cecelia to give her a taste of the cum remnants in my mouth. But she was busy putting away the gear and then retrieving my clothes. I surmised the evening was done.

"You did very well today, pet," she complemented me. She then handed me folded stack of $20 bills. "This is your take. You took in $250 tonight."

I unfolded the bills and noticed there were only five of them. I looked at her quizzically.

"$100 goes to the house, $50 to me and $100 to you. My shift is over. I'm heading out to a club. Leave the plug in until you get home. That's my gift to you. I'll call you when I need you."

She walked away leaving me stunned. I should have never accepted the money because that meant I just committed a crime. Cecilia also just showed me that prostitution was occurring at the store. If that knowledge ever became public there would be no way I could keep the city from shutting them down. I had to think this through. I quickly got dressed. But instead of focusing on my new problem, I wondered what kind of club she was going to and wondered why she didn't want me to come along. As I put my meager clothes back on (I wiggled the butt plug a bit too) I wondered where she was going to and whether I should try to find her. I've heard of a couple lesbian bars in my town and I drove past one that might be a bdsm club (I wasn't sure) but I decided she may have gone to another town and the odds of finding her were pretty poor. I decided just to go home. I also decided I couldn't keep the money. I had to attempt to stay ethically pure, although mostly that ship had already sailed. If I kept the money though, I would have been breaking the law and that would be worse. I found an envelope and wrote Cecilia on it. I then put the $100 in it, sealed it and put it in the desk drawer.

The ride home was uneventful other than the constant pressure on the plug driving created. Each bump in the road was transferred (pleasurably) to my ass. I didn't make it home before my hand found its way onto my clit again and I orgasmed as I pulled into my driveway. I had to sit and catch my breath before walking into the house. I immediately stripped out of my clothes and tossed them toward by wash machine. Naked I walked toward my bathroom and what I assumed would be a nice warm shower. While I waited for the water to get hot, I twisted my body so I could look at the mirror and see the plug in my ass. Although this plug was not ornate, something about the black rubber was sexy. I slowly pulled it out. My ass had to stretch again and I briefly thought about waiting until I was in the shower, but given what I had already gone through tonight, trying to spare myself a little pain didn't seem necessary. I had also discovered that some pain became pleasure so I slowly pulled the plug out while watching myself in the mirror.

I'm glad I had not seen what my ass looked like when the plug was going in or I think I would have freaked out. I was sure when Tom defiled me it looked bad too, but I'm sure that got him off. As the plug popped free his jizz began leaking out. I wasn't about to miss the opportunity to taste one more load of cum tonight so I scooped it with my fingers and brought it too my lips. I didn't enjoy the taste of my ass mixed with his cream, but it didn't repulse me either. I scooped out another fingerful. I thought back to how much I enjoyed having him fuck both my pussy and ass. Earlier in the day at work I never would have believed I'd say that just a few hours later, but there I was starting at my abused ass leaking cum. And I was happy. I waited until the cum stopped running down my leg and then got into the shower. The hot water felt great and soothed my sore muscles. I felt my breasts, ass and pussy. I was a new woman. I was tempted to rub out one more, but I decided to hold off and just go to bed.

I climbed in bed naked. Usually I sleep in panties and a t-shirt (or a cami if I'm with someone) but that night it felt right to be bare. I usually don't remember my dreams, but they must have been erotic because I woke with a wet pussy and a hand between my legs. It was about 10am. I hardly ever sleep in but my body must have needed the rest.

I got up and put on some shorts and a t-shirt. I wasn't planning anything but to unwind at home or maybe go grocery shopping. I really should work on the case, but my mind just wasn't into that. Maybe tomorrow. But a day to relax was put on hold when I looked at my phone and saw a text from Cecilia. It was short and to the point. "Be at the following address at noon. Do your hair, makeup and shave your body from your pits to your feet. There is a box by your front door. Wear what is in the box and nothing else."

I had not figured spending time with Cecilia today in my agenda. My plan was quite the opposite, in fact. As part of unwinding at home I had planned to figure out what I was going to do about her and my behavior of the last few days. But that plan seemed destined to fail as my body betrayed me again and I felt a surge of arousal as I walked toward the door. By the time I swung the door open I could feel wetness between my legs as Cecilia's comment to Tom that she was going to "take my ass" today echoed in my head. This was not supposed to be happening. I was well educated and always in control. My body should not be reacting this way to a couple sentences long text message and an off the cuff remark.

Waiting on my front porch was a small cardboard box sealed with shipping tape. It was very lightweight. I shook it as I picked it up but heard nothing. I went back inside, shut the door and walked over to my couch. Emotionally I was a combination of arousal, dread, anticipation and fear. My legs began to feel weak. I set the box on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch. I exhaled a deep breath while leaning back, my eyes never leaving the non-descript box. The logical thing to do was to never open it and never go to the store again. But my brain was far from thinking logically. Although I was still trying to work out an exit strategy, my right hand had other plans. Absentmindedly my fingers on my right hand found their way under the elastic waistband of my shorts. I don't remember masturbating as I stared at the box. It was only after my phone buzzed again indicating I had another text message that I snapped out of my trance and realized I was rubbing my clit.

The message was from Cecilia asking me if I was going to be on time. She was mad because I had not responded to her first message. I quickly put all thoughts of staying home out of my mind I replied that I would be on time. Then I opened the box. There was a good reason the box was so light. There wasn't much in it. I pulled out a black mesh stocking type top. It was elastic so it would stretch over my chest. I quickly looked for a bra but didn't find one. Nor did I find anything that I would wear over the top meaning I would be horribly exposed if anyone looked closely. From a distance it might look like a tight black blouse, but up front my breasts would be clearly visible. Looking down at my shirt I realized my nipples were hard. They too would be exposed with this top.

At least the skirt, if you can call the thin, short piece of cloth also in the box wasn't see through. But as I held it up to my waist, I realized it didn't offer much protection from exposing myself. Of course there were no panties in the box so if I followed Cecilia's instructions, any breeze or if I bent over would expose my ass and pussy. I did find a note that said to choose my own shoes, but the heel had to be at least four inches tall. If I didn't have any like that, I had to stop on the way and buy some. I quickly headed to my room and into my closet. I had a few that were close, but none that made it to four inches. I was so screwed. I looked at my watch. It was 10:45. I'd fucked around for 45 minutes. I had to hurry.

Fortunately it didn't take long to strip out of my shorts and shirt. Since I'd showered last night I just had to shave. That took about 10 minutes and then I hastily put on makeup and put my hair in a simple up-do. I didn't know exactly what look she was going for so I didn't waste a lot of time trying to guess. Then I ran, still naked, back to the living room and grabbed the clothes she sent me. They didn't take long to put on either. I realized I had to keep the micro-mini no higher than my hips unless I wanted to expose myself without even bending over. The top didn't go that far down so my mid-riff was exposed. Looking at myself in a mirror, I must admit I looked hot. Like a slut for sure, but hot. I wasn't too embarrassed, but then again I was alone. There was no way I was going to walk into a shoe store looking like this so I through on a pair of sweat pants and put my t-shirt back on. Then I grabbed my wallet and keys and headed out to my car.

I put the address Cecilia gave me into my GPS. It looked like an industrial area. There was a discount shoe store along the way. I knew it was pretty much self serve. I liked that for today. I found a pair of black fuck me pumps with the prerequisite heel (actually it was a little higher than four inches) and quickly paid for them. I only had 20 more minutes to get to Cecilia and the GPS said I needed 18 so I prayed traffic would not be bad. When I arrived, the block was filled with old warehouses, but I could tell some had been converted to loft apartments based on several for rent banner on display. I parked and slipped off my sweat pants and pulled off my t-shirt. I also left my gym shoes and put on my new pumps. I took a deep breath. I had to get out of the car looking like a tramp in heat. I took another deep breath. I couldn't force myself to pull the door handle. But my pussy was leaking like a faucet in anticipation, which made my final decision easier. I looked at my phone. It was 11:59. Finally I summoned enough courage and got out of the car.

I was fortunate that at noon on a Saturday, this neighborhood was pretty much deserted. I don't know if anybody saw me trying to sprint (not easy in these heels) over to the front door of the address Cecilia gave me. The door was locked which caused me to panic. Then I realized there was a panel with buttons for each of the six apartments. Then I realized I didn't know Cecilia's last name. Looking at the labels, only one had a C for a first initial. I said a quick prayer that I was choosing the right button and pressed it. Thankfully Cecilia's voice responded. She told me she was on the top floor and to take the stairs.

The building had definitely seen better days. I peeked through a door on the first floor and could see what definitely had been a warehouse. It was a bare concrete floor with exposed beams and looked very dirty. As I started to climb the stairs the sound of my heels echoed off the concrete block walls. I was thankful there was nobody around because anyone below me would have a perfect view of my pussy. My tits jiggled in the mesh top keeping my nipples hard. It felt surreal that I was there and dressed like a whore going to meet my Mistress.

At the second floor landing, just as I turned to go up the next flight of stairs, a door opened and a young girl walked out. She seemed as surprised to see me, as I was to see her. I was expected her to comment on the way I was dressed after I watched her look me up and down, but instead she just softly said, "Hi." I returned her greeting and continued up the stairs. I only heard her take a couple of steps while I continued up so I stopped and looked down. I caught her watching me. I felt my pussy juice and felt a warm flush over my face at the thought of her watching me. I was tempted to say "take a picture it will last longer," but then I decided just to smile and continue on my way. Safely around the next landing (and hearing her again walking down the stairs) I decided I'd made a mistake and contemplated chasing after her. In my sex addled mind I figured she would masturbate thinking of me and a picture of me flashing her would help. But then reality set back in and I decided not everyone is a sex mad as I had become. Beside Mistress was waiting for me and I still had another floor to go.

My head was pounding as I climbed the last flight of steps. I was going slow to make sure I didn't turn an ankle because of my new heels. My breasts were rubbing against the mesh and it was driving my nipples crazy. When I finally reached her door I paused to collect my thoughts and catch my breath. Then before I could change my mind, I knocked on the door. And I waited. After a minute, I knocked again. Then I waited. It was frustrating. I was so horny and I wanted to get this party started. I could feel my pussy oozing juice down my thigh and my clit was pulsating with need. Finally I heard a deadbolt unlatching and the door swung open. I was disappointed, but I probably should have expected to see a naked Jacqui open the door. Well, not totally naked. She had on the same collar I saw in the video yesterday and she had on a chainmail top that framed her breasts without hiding them at all.

I should explain my disappointment. It wasn't that Jacqui was there. She was a little hottie and I loved watching her get fucked in the video. Her presence actually opened up some new options that might be very stimulating. But I had it in my mind that Mistress Cecilia would be giving me all her attention instead of just giving me a few minutes an hour like last night. I wanted her to give me the same fucking she had given Jacqui in the video I watched. Now I wondered if that was going to happen.