Embezzled

**Darker and grittier than my usual offerings. This story features reluctance, coercion, and blackmail.**

Summer was coming to an end and I would soon begin my freshman year at a local college along the west coast.

I didn't get accepted to my school of choice, but I figured I would work hard and make the best of it.

The rejection letter did not bother me as much as I thought it would, however.

I had met Chloe at the onset of summer break and we had just begun our relationship when the letter arrived.

Completely preoccupied with our burgeoning relationship, I wanted to spend every moment I could with her.

Leaving town was the last thing I wanted.

She was my first intimate relationship and I was head-over-heels.

Chloe was effervescent and had a wicked, sometimes dark, sense of humor.

She had big, bright blue eyes and a beautiful smile.

Her hair was ginger with blonde highlights. It spilled down the length of her back.

She had a thin, athletic frame. Slightly pear-shaped, her hips curved from a tiny waist to a perfect, round ass.

Her breasts were small, but perky. She didn't need to wear a bra, but sometimes she would anyway.

I couldn't believe it when she approached me.

I always thought that my height had been a barrier to attracting girls.

They always seemed to gravitate toward the tall and muscular guys.

I was neither.

With a slim swimmers build and a young, boyish face, I thought I would eventually find someone to look past my stature.

I was well below average height at five feet and five inches. Chloe didn't seem to care.

We were approximately the same height - a good match, I thought.

Over the summer, our relationship began to heat up.

We didn't have the talk, but I knew she had more sexual experience than I had. Which is to say, she had sexual experience.

I didn't work that summer, opting to take a few prerequisite classes before my freshman year.

Chloe had an apartment that she shared with her co-worker, Hannah.

They had been friends throughout grade school and were nearly inseparable.

Hannah seemed like a wild spirit. She was preoccupied with sex and she would often make lewd comments.

She made me a little uncomfortable, but she seemed nice enough.

Chloe worked two jobs to afford rent and save for future plans.

On Mondays through Thursdays, she worked as a receptionist for a digital media firm.

On Fridays and Saturdays, she worked at an adult novelty store just beyond town.

Her roommate, Hannah worked there too.

I wasn't keen on her weekend job. It always bothered me that creeps might harass her.

But, there were perks to it. On a few occasions, she brought home surprises.

While we had not had sex yet, we did play around a lot.

She would call me when she was heading home and tell me to meet her.

I would barely be through her front door before she would grab me and pull me into her room.

She liked to tease me, get me aroused, and then let me go down on her as soon as she got home.

Her pussy was waxed smooth and she would be drenched even before I started licking her.

She liked to ask me how she tasted. It would get her excited that I couldn't seem to get enough of licking her.

Some nights, she would come straight to my house when she got off work and sit on my face.

She wouldn't say a word before she had me on my back.

One night, she texted me as she was getting off work.

Chloe: Come over, I have a BIG surprise for you.

Me: omw!

I sped to her house. I thought this would be the night.

Our play had become more intense. I had been going down on her almost every time we were alone.

It seemed like we were naturally progressing towards sex.

She pulled me to her room as she frequently did.

"Sit," she said tapping the bed.

I was too eager. My excitement was obvious as I quickly took my seat.

Chloe put a blindfold over my eyes.

Sometimes she would do that when she let me go down on her.

She said it added to her excitement.

But, she had something else planned.

She pulled my shirt over my head and then pulled my shorts down my hips and let them fall to the floor.

I sat on the edge of her bed blindfolded and in my boxers.

This seemed promising. Despite the countless nights I had spent between her legs, I had never been naked in front of her.

"Nowww, roll over," she said playfully as she pulled my arm.

I followed her lead as she spun me around.

She pushed on my back bending me over.

I placed my hands on the bed and steadied myself.

I wasn't sure where this was heading, but I followed her enthusiastic lead.

She traced her fingernails down my back and then under the waistband of my boxers.

Then, she slid them to the floor.

I stood naked before her for the first time.

Both her hands ran down my ass and then one reach between my legs.

I was straining and already leaking at the playful touches.

Chloe noticed too.

"Ooh, someone's a little excited," she said as she smacked my bare ass.

"Just a tiny. little. bit," she giggled as she teased the tip with her index finger.

The fingertip of her hand on my butt brushed against my puckered hole.

My body tensed then shivered at the unexpected sensation.

"Oooh, did that feel good?" she asked.

"Mhmm," I said.

"Good, then we are going to have some fun tonight. Stay right there, babe," she said as she smacked my ass.

I heard her move around the room and then return to the side of the bed behind me.

She pushed me forward and up onto my hands and knees.

Her hands ran up my calves until she reached the crook of my bent knees.

With a quick motion, she spread my legs.

"That's better," she said whispered to me.

Her hands continued up the back of my thighs until the reached my ass again.

I heard a bottlecap open behind me.

Before I knew it, she slid her cold, wet finger inside me. My hips raised involuntarily to the sudden intrusion.

"Just relax, babe. I promise this will feel good if you go with it," she said seductively.

"O.. okay," I stammered in a whisper.

Her finger slid out, traced around my asshole and then slid back in deeply.

I made a conscious effort to relax my body.

She worked her finger in and out of my ass while I adjusted to the sensation.

Then I felt more pressure. She was sliding a second finger into me.

"Mmpph," I moaned.

"Just a little more, baby. Are you doing okay?" she asked with her sweet voice.

"Yeah, I just didn't know this was what you meant by big surprise," I grunted.

"Oh, it's not," she said playfully as she pulled her fingers out.

I felt a cold liquid squirt into the vacancy her fingers had left.

Her hands appeared on both sides of my hips and squeezed.

Then I felt a dull pressure on my asshole again.

"This is your BIG surprise," she said as she edge forward.

I felt something smooth and slippery slide inside me.

"Whu...Nnnnng," I grunted.

"That's so hot, baby. How does it feel?" she said excitedly.

"It feels good," I said under a heavy breath.

The sensation was so foreign to me that it had not registered yet if it felt good or not.

All I knew is that she made me incredibly horny and I would let her have her way with me.

"You want me to keep going?" she asked as she pushed deeper into me anyway.

"Hmmmphh, nnnnng," I moaned.

"That sounds like a yes," she sang sweetly as her hips bounced softly off my ass.

"Have I ever told you what a sweet little butt you have?" she asked.

"Unnng, thank you," I said as she pulled back.

She always complimented my swimmer's physique. She liked how smoothe my chest and legs were.

She had mentioned she likes smooth boys. That had encouraged me to wax what little pubic and armpit hair I had.

I did whatever she said she found attractive. I liked that she took enough interest in me to tell me what she wanted.

For example, she loved my strawberry blonde locks. She had me grow my hair out past my shoulders.

She would run her hands through the loose curls as I licked her. It gave me goosebumps all over my skin.

"Your butt is so cute and round and smooth... and fuckable," she said as she started to thrust, "You kinda have hips like a girl, babe."

My body became taught at first and then relaxed while she began to peg me with her new toy.

I was becoming accustomed to the penetration. Before long I was enjoying it.

"Do you like Mommy's big surprise?" she asked playfully.

She ran her nails down my back and smacked my butt.

"Hmph, it..huhhhh, it's nice," I groaned.

"I knew you would. I'm a little jealous though, I wouldn't mind something big myself," she said lustfully.

Her new toy was not remotely what I had expected. I wouldn't say I disliked it. It felt odd but good at the same time.

What really turned me on is how much she was enjoying it. I loved feeling wanted by her more than anything.

She appeared to enjoy the sense of power and control as well as the role-reversal.

When she had her fun with my ass, she removed her strap-on and dropped it to the floor.

I was still blindfolded. I heard her walk around me and climb up on the bed.

"I'm so wet now. Lick me, baby," she said as she pulled my head down to her.

While I couldn't see where she was, I could feel the heat emanating from between her legs.

After she came, we laid in bed together.

She asked me what I how I felt about her new toy and what I thought about her using it on me more often.

"I liked it, but..." I whispered then pause.

"But what, baby?" she said curiously as she climbed out of the bed.

"I didn't cum," I subtly pouted.

"You didn't? Well, I'll have to get better at it then," she teased as she began to dress.

"I have to start getting ready for work in the morning, but I will meet you at the auto shop?" she asked.

"Uh, yah, that works. At eight o'clock?" I responded.

She walked me to the door and gave me a wet kiss.

As I turned to leave she swatted my butt and laughed, "So fuckable."

"What the hell just happened?" I pondered in bewilderment as I walked to my car.

I thought I was finally going to fuck her, but instead she just fucked me?

I shook my head and climbed into my car.

The engine took four tries to finally turn over. I pulled away frustrated.

The next morning, I met her at the auto shop as planned.

I dropped my keys at the desk and when I returned outside, she was waiting.

I rode with her to work at the novelty store. It was located on a lightly traveled road outside of town.

The grey cinder block building seemed larger outside than inside.

The parking lot was mostly empty. There were only a couple cars parked in front.

Her boss's car was parked behind the building. He drove a black luxury sedan with tinted windows.

He wasn't there very often.

I heard her mention he owned several stores like this one along the coast as well as a couple bars.

He was also a partner of the digital media firm where Chloe worked. That's how she got her second job at the store.

She seemed to be fond of working for him and he appeared to pay her well.

He would sometimes drop in to the store on Friday nights, but he stayed in the back office.

I never met him. I didn't even know his name.

I walked Chloe inside. Hannah was sitting behind the counter.

She was a year older and taller than both Chloe and I. She had raven black hair and olive, tan skin.

Hannah was pretty, but in a different way than Chloe. Where Chloe was warm and sweet, Hannah was edgy and cold.

She had full sleeve tattoos on both arms and liked to wear tight, short sleeved t-shirts that showed off her ink and her perfect, round tits.

"Hey, Chloe. Hey, Kris," she greeted us from the check-out counter.

"Hi Hannah," I responded.

"I have to clock in. I'll be right back," Chloe said.

She slipped through a door near some dressing rooms at the back of the store.

I stayed near the counter with Hannah. I never wandered too far into the store.

Some of the merchandise made me uncomfortable. The customers did even more so.

Hannah sat behind the counter flipping through a magazine. A rope dangled from a large copper bell above her.

"What's the bell for?" I asked Hannah trying to make idle conversation.

"That's for special occasions," she said as a customer walked up to the register to check-out.

Chloe had been gone for at least ten or fifteen minutes.

I began to wonder what was keeping her.

That felt like a long time to clock-in.

I thought about waiting outside, but loitering around the front of an adult novelty store didn't seem like something I wanted to do.

A few more minutes passed and Chloe appeared from the back office. She seemed a little rattled.

"Sorry, I got hung up," she said with a glance to Hannah.

"Here's my keys, I get off at six. Pick me up then, baby?" she asked.

"You bet," I said as she leaned in and kissed me.

"Bye Hannah," I said.

"See you later, Kris," she said with smile.

They usually worked opposite shifts, so I didn't see Hannah often when I visited Chloe.

She would sleep during the day and worked at night.

The store remained opened twenty-four hours on Fridays and Saturdays.

That's when the it received the most traffic.

I returned just before six to pick up Chloe.

Hannah's car was still there. I thought that was odd.

She usually left after Chloe started her shift.

The parking lot was almost full now. Maybe Hannah stayed to help with the increased business.

I don't recall ever seeing that many cars parked outside.

Her boss's car was still in the back.

I walked inside and saw Hannah still behind the counter.

"Wow, busy night. What are you still doing here?" I asked her.

"Marcus needed me to stay. Hannah's waiting for you in the back," she said.

"In the back?" I asked pointing to the door.

"Yah, I'll buzz you in, just head on through," she said.

I had never been through that door. It was for employees and it had a passcode lock to prevent drunk perverts from wandering back there.

I liked knowing it was there so Chloe had a safe place to go if something weird happened in the store.

The door buzzed as I approached. I opened it slowly, feeling like I was trespassing.

Beyond the mystery door was a narrow hall with a metal door at the end. A red exit sign shined above it.

I understood why the building seemed larger from outside than inside now. There was a large storage room back there.

Near the end of the hall left of the exit was a side door that was closed.

I didn't see any other doors, so I figured that must be where Chloe was.

There were muffled voices coming through the door. I could hear a deep voice and Chloe's voice.

I knocked on the door and it opened.

A large middle-aged black man emerged in the entrance of a large office.

His thick and muscular body filled most of the door.

He wore dark grey dress pants and a deep purple, buttoned shirt rolled at his forearms.

His shoes were black leather loafers.

He was bald and had a neatly trimmed beard.

I knew this must be Marcus.

"Is Chloe here?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, you must be Kris! Come in, baby. Chloe and I were just finishing our conversation," he said, stepping aside to permit my entrance.

He held the door open above my head as I stepped through.

As I entered the large room, I saw a desk at one end with a leather chair behind it and a leather sofa in front of it. A couple leather chairs flanked the sofa.

Between the desk and sofa was a large round rug. A security camera hung in the corner behind the desk and pointed out into the windowless room.

Chloe sat on the sofa. The door I came through was behind her and I couldn't see her face.

"Come in, have a seat," he said as he gestured toward Chloe.

Marcus moved to the front of his desk and leaned against it.

His muscular forearms crossed at this chest.

I walked around the sofa to take a seat next to Chloe.

Something was off. She still hadn't looked at me.

When I sat, she grabbed my arm and looked up at me.

Her eyes were full of tears. She had been crying.

"What's wrong?" I whispered to her.

Her eyes searched mine for a moment before Marcus interrupted.

"Do you want to tell him, or should I?" his asked Chloe.

His tone became very serious. He had a deep powerful voice.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to me as she clutched my arm.

"Fine, I will," Marcus announced, "Chloe here has been stealing from my store. Stealing from me."

My mind took a moment to register his words.

I glanced at her, searching for a response. She sat quietly beside me staring at her feet and sobbing.

Anger began to build inside me. I turned toward Marcus to confront the accusation.

"Save your breath, she already confessed to me. I have the proof here," he said as he tapped a ledger sitting on his desk.

I glanced at the thick book he tapped on, searching for words.

"She wasn't as slick as she thought, but she did manage to take about twenty-two thousand before I caught her," he said.

"Thirty-two thousand, holy shit," I thought. I assumed it was only a few hundred.

She finally spoke up with a quivering voice, "P..please, I can pay you back. Please don't turn us in!"

"Us?" I thought to myself.

I whispered into Chloe's ear, "How much of it do you have? Just.. Can you give it back?"

She raised her big blue eyes to meet mine. Her lids were puffy and red.

She slowly shook her head.

"It's gone. I used it for rent and food. And... your car repairs," she whispered.

Her head drooped low.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry," she cried softly.

"And now you see why you're in this," Marcus said.

"We could make payments," I began to offer.

"Bitch, payments? This wasn't a loan and I'm not waiting years to get my money back," he bellowed.

He was becoming agitated.

"Look, I don't want to call the cops. I think that would be a waste of an opportunity.

Besides, prison isn't a place for two soft bitches like you," he said calmly.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Chloe pleaded, "Please Marcus, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. What do you want?"

He did not notify the police yet.

She sensed an opportunity to negotiate and wiggle our way out of this predicament. I did too.

I had heard once that the trick to getting an advantage when negotiating was to make the other person state their offer first.

"What opportunity?" I prodded.

He smiled at me for what felt like an awkward length of time.

"I have a lot of hobbies. Some are expensive...like cars, clothes, jewelry.

But my favorite hobby, isn't very expensive at all. You know what that is, Chloe?" he asked her as he continued to stare at me.

Chloe shifted closer to me on the sofa.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said softly.

Marcus stood up from the edge of the desk.

"There's nothing I like more than stretching out a tight, little pussy," he said hungrily.

To say I was taken aback by the candor and audacity of his proposal would be an understatement.

"What the fuck? No, dude. Huh uh. Chloe isn't going to whore herself to pay you back.

That's way over the line," I objected.

"Whoa, easy. You're right, you're right," he said calmly.

My blood was boiling. I would have punched him in the heat of the moment, but I still controlled my senses.

He was twice my size, after all. It would not have ended well.

"That's not what I meant. Let me explain. See, there's a certain type of pussy, I like. Chloe's a beautiful girl, but I prefer something else.

No, what I really like is to fuck a tight, sissy whiteboi pussy," he said to me as he grinned.

"I... I'm sorry," Chloe cried.

I looked at Chloe for a moment. She wouldn't look at me.

I looked at Marcus. He held my stare.

Then, I realized what his offer was.