Chapter 2

“Please, mister, I’ll do anything ... ANYTHING! Just let me go.”

I had to be dreaming ... there was no other logical explanation for why my stepmother had pulled me into my stepsister’s room and forced us teens to take each other’s virginities, especially since I had seen that same scenario in a video sometime during my two week porn marathon.

Or was Rayanne monitoring my web searches, and had seen that video? No, she didn’t have the technical skills to do that. My Dad did ... or used to, since he had passed away a couple weeks ago, and the new, faster Internet connection had been installed on the same day that he died in that car accident, 10 miles away, so there was no way that he could have done anything special to it.

Yeah, I had to be dreaming ... and what a dream! I could still remember how my cock felt as it sunk into my stepsister’s hot, tight, virginal pussy.

The dream didn’t end, though. Feeling antsy and wanting to get out of the house after that weirdness earlier, I called my work and asked if they had any open shifts.

Bow-chicka-wow-wow!

I tilted my head. That weird kinda-disco music again, but from where? It seemed fainter than the last time.

My manager calling my name returned my attention to the phone call. While they had a full shift of stockpeople at the moment, she said that the security guy hadn’t come in, so I could fill in for him. That seemed odd, but learning new skills could allow me to advance in the store.

Step 1: Stockperson
Step 2: Security guard
Step 3:?*
Step 4: Assistant Manager

* I’d figure out step 3 later.

At work and in a spare uniform, I perused the video cameras from the store’s security room. This job was so boring! The cameras didn’t even look into the changing rooms so that I could catch some nakedity. I considered for a moment ... I sure didn’t want someone watching me change in there. Still...

Bow-chicka-wow-wow!

There it was again, louder this time. My eyes flashed to one monitor. A young woman had just slipped an expensive-looking purse into her larger shoulder bag. Caught ya! I rushed out to the main floor and quickly zeroed in on her.

Not everyone knows, but if you stop a thief while they’re still in the store, technically they haven’t stolen anything, as they could just say that they were storing it until they got to the till, so I hung back and followed the young lady while I admired her shapely ass in her white tights. Also her tanned midriff that showed under her tight pink half-top. Also...

I shook my head to clear it, as she was heading toward the exit! I quickly closed the distance but stopped short a few feet back, keeping pace with her as she pushed open the inner entryway door, and then as she passed through the outer door, I took a hold of her arm. “Excuse me, ma’am, but I think you forgot to pay for something,” I said loudly and as deeply as I could.

She squeaked and turned. She was actually very pretty, with a small gold ring in one nostril and what I had thought was blonde hair was actually brunette with light-colored streaks alternating throughout. “I ... I don’t know what you mean...” she began.

“I think you do ... please come with me,” I reached into my pocket for my phone, but in a way that made her think that I had a taser or something.

She looked around at the customers in the entryway staring and then timidly followed me back into the store. I took her into the security room and had her sit down. But what to do now? I called my manager but she wasn’t answering. I looked around for the manual ... I knew that I shouldn’t call 911 because this wasn’t an emergency, but did I need to fill out some sort of a form before calling the police’s non-emergency line? Well, at least I should determine everything that she stole. “Empty your bag onto the table, please.”

She gulped and did so. I was surprised at the sheer amount of stuff that she had in there: several purses, and somehow even some jewelry. Easily over $1,000, which meant...

“You’ll be charged with grand theft for this,” I informed her. “That’s a felony.”

Her face shifted from fear to terror. “No! Please ... my parents would disown me!”

Parents? I looked closer ... discounting her makeup, she looked to be about my age, maybe 19. So it sounded like she was still living at home, but she’d tried as an adult.

I had that feeling of deja vu again.

“Please, mister, I’ll do anything ... ANYTHING! Just let me go.”

That was it! I had watched a porn video where a young woman had been caught shoplifting and had to pleasure her captor to keep him from calling the police. I examined the girl’s chest, noting the small but perky A-cup breasts pushing out her half-top. She kinda reminded me of the porn starlet Olivia Jarden. “Anything, huh?”