Speaker 1: Owning a small boutique in a half dead strip mall
in southern California was never part of my grand life plan.
But here I was forty six, divorced, blonde and the
proud owner of Velvet Hanger, a clothing store that somehow
sold both yoga pants and sequined jackets to the same
confused customer base. Business wasn't exactly booming in store, but
I needed someone to keep inventory for all of my
online sales. That was where the money was vined eBay,
even TikTok. It got too much for me. That was
where Kayla came into the picture. Nineteen all big eyes,
quick smiles, brunette curls, and that I swear I'm responsible energy.
That fooled absolutely no one over the age of thirty.
She'd come in three weeks ago looking for a job
college in the fall. She'd said, just need something to
save up, so I hired her. I needed help. She
was good with customers, and I wasn't blind. She was
a good looking girl, and I hoped she could draw
some customers through the door, even if my second hand
clothes couldn't. There was one stipulation, one tiny, teeny thing
I asked her and was totally upfront about no stealing.
The last two girls I had working for me were
petty pilferers, and knowing I wasn't the most organized of bosses,
they took full advantage of the situation. Both of them
had had their fingers in the online stock and took
two of my best pieces, and even better. The stupid
bitches had denied it, but when I found them on
Insta there they were parading around in my clothes for
clicks and likes. I confronted them both, told them straight
that the clothes come back or I go to the cops.
I can't even tell you how pissed off I was,
how much anger I had overflowing inside. The clothes came back,
the girls were fired, but I knew if there was
ever a next time, if another one of my employees
tried to take advantage of my good nature with a
five finger discount, things were going to get nasty. I
told Kayla this, and she frowned and said, that's awful.
I can't believe it. You can trust me, Debbie, I'd
never steal from you, and for a while I believed it.
There was something about Kayla, not just the way She
moved around the store quick, light like, she barely touched
the ground. Not just the way customers liked her instantly,
but the way they looked at her, and if I
were being honest with myself, the way I looked at
her too. Kayla was a little haughty. I'd been interested
in women since I was her age, but I'd never
really explored that side of me. Sure, I'd gone to
a few kinky SNM clubs, experimented a little, but something
about this girl made a sexy shiver go through my body,
filthy fantasies about all the things I'd like to do
to her in the back room. Jesus, I'd been single
for too long. I had to be professional, keep my
eye on the prize, but with Kayla around, that was hard.
Everything was going great. Business was good. Kayla was in
charge of the online revenue and cash was flowing. The
only problem was me. I was getting a little more
than the hots for her. We spent every working day
laughing and talking, getting to know each other and growing closer.
Then going home alone, I'd start lusting after her, using
my sex toys on myself and thinking about her hot mouth,
doing all the dirty things my mind could conjure. How
could I ever tell her how I felt? She was
half my age? But God, I wanted her bad. Frustrated
home alone, I couldn't get her out of my mind.
The only thing I could do was distract myself. I
drove down to the store, thought I could package up
some online orders. My nightmare almost any other time was
now the only way to occupy my mind for the
girl who lingered in my thoughts. I walked in, locked
the door behind me, went to the back room, and froze.
I couldn't believe what I was looking at. I stood
arms folded, watching Kayla, my little teenage dream girl, was
loading up a bag with my clothes. Another one, another
goddamn thief. Find something you like, I said. Kayla jumped,
then froze, caught like a deer in headlights, caught mid
bad decision. Oh, deb I was just going through the
best stuff before it hits the rack, I said, leaning
against the door frame. She straightened up fast, smoothing her hair,
like that was going to fix anything I was organizing,
she said. I raised an eyebrow, organizing stuff back to
your wardrobe? You mean silence? Then she sighed, Okay, she said,
I was borrowing it for the night. Borrowing, I repeated, yeah,
for a night out tonight, she added, trying a smile.
Bold I pushed off the doorframe and stepped into the room. Slow, deliberate,
you know, I said, Most people ask before they borrow things.
I was going to bring it back, she said quickly.
Uh huh. I looked in her bag. Ten outfits for
a night out. Where are you going the Arctic? I
was all she said. A juttering juxtaposition of hot lust
and pure anger flooded through me. Kayla, the girl who
lived rent free in my mind as a piece of perfection,
had just become the next girl who thieved from my store,
A girl I promised I would teach a lesson to
make an example of, make sure she knew who the
boss was. An opportunity presented itself to me on how
to handle both at once to get what I wanted
on both counts. I stood right in front of her,
close enough now that she couldn't pretend this was fun
and games anymore. She gulped. Good, Okay, I'm caught, she said,
trying to sound casual. What are you going to do?
I didn't answer straight away, just looked at her, let
the silence stretch. Her confidence cracked. First. I saw it
happen right there in her eyes. I deb come on,
she said, softer now, it's not a big deal. Not
a big deal, I repeated. I stepped closer, slow, deliberate, funny.
I said, that's exactly what the last two girls said.
She swallowed again, didn't speak. I leaned past her, picked
up the bag. Weahed in my hand ten items. I said,
that's not borrowing, that's planning. I was going to bring
it back. She said quickly, Uh huh. I set the
bag down, didn't take my eyes off her. You know
what happens next, right, I said. She shook her head
too fast, don't I said, quietly, don't play dumb with me.
A pause. Then what are you going to do? She
asked again. She didn't sound confident now. I tilted my
head slightly, studied her, really looked at her. And that
was the problem, because underneath all of it, the attitude,
the bullshit, the bad decision, she still looked like the
same girl who'd been walking around my store for weeks, smiling, laughing,
getting under my skin. That flicker came back, the one
i'd been trying to ignore, and suddenly this wasn't just
about the clothes anymore. I stepped closer, close enough now
that she had to lean back slightly. Here's the thing, Kayla,
I said. Lo her breathing changed just a little. You've
put yourself in a situation, I continued. I let that hang,
and I don't think you've thought through how bad this
could get. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Good,
so I said softly. The real question is, or maybe
the question should be, what are you going to do
for me? She sniffed, swallowed, acted innocent. What does that mean,
she asked, wiping her tears away. You've made me feel bad, Kayla,
real bad. I trusted you, respected you, and you absolutely
disrespected me. I didn't, she snapped. I pointed at the
bag of clothes, and instantly she shut up. Now, unless
you want your parents to know about this, no, she yelled.
If you want the cops involved, please, she begged. And
if you don't want a permanent mark on your record,
especially for college, don't say that. I can't have that,
she whined. Then you need to do something for me,
what anything? She pleaded, tears forming in her eyes again.
That's good, I said, with a grin. That's really good.
On your knees. Open your mouth, I said, frustration and
anger firing through me. Why, she snorted, want that record?
I snapped. She got on her knees, opened her mouth wide,
and I pushed a finger inside her mouth, feeling her pink,
slick tongue. I trembled as I entered her mouth, feeling
how wet and warm it was. I groaned, slightly, bit
my lip, and then ordered her to suck. She frowned,
looked up at me angrily, and began to suck my
finger soft at first, running her tongue all around it.
Then she began to suck harder. It felt fucking great,
looked great seeing this sexy little bitch on her knees
sucking like a slut. I caressed her cheek with my
other hand. Little wres who liked to steal need to
be taught a lesson. They needed to be treated like this.
Don't they? She said nothing, just looked at me with
evil eyes and sucked. Don't they? I barked and yanked
her hair ow. She cried out, then said, yes, good girl.
I purred. Let's see how much of a little whore
you can be, I said, took my finger from her
mouth and hooked off my jeans and panties. You want
me to do that, she cried, staring at my hairy,
blonde pussy. No, I want you to save yourself a
trip to the police station. I want you to avoid
a criminal record and to do it. All I want
you to do is eat. I sat on my work desk,
lifted my legs and spread them, opening up my pussy wide. Fuck,
she snorted, frustrated. It's that or the most trouble you've
ever faced in your life. She took a breath, then
walked on her knees towards my spread cunt. Christ, she moaned,
put her hair behind her ears, and then pushed her
mouth into my hairy pussy. I moaned as she delved
between my legs, licking at my vibrating pussy, lips lapping
at my throbbing clit. Good girl, I said, in a
breathy voice, and pulled her face in tight to me.
She groaned, closed her eyes and went for it, licking
fast and deep, tasting my middle aged cunt with her
hot teenage tongue. It was so wrong, but it felt
so right enjoy it. I told her. It's not every
day a cute girl like you get something hot and
wet like this on a plate. She mumbled something out
into my cunt, and I pulled her tighter into me,
suffocating her with snatch. She pulled out, gasping for air
and yelped fuck as she tried to catch her breath.
Take your clothes off, I said, as I stripped everything shit.
She grin but did as she was told. Kayla was
a real sight, naked, better than my fantasies ever. Were
pert little tits, a slim trim figure, a tiny little ass.
Nice swap places, I demanded. Kayla hopped up on the
table and bared her little brunette bush to me. I
got down in front of her, reached up and pulled
her hair to one side. Oh, she cried. I guess
I'd better do a strip search, see if you've got
anything else hidden down there, I said with a grin,
and plunged my face into her, licking deep. She shuddered,
tried to pull away, then slowly gave into my tongue
as it pleasured her. She was tight and tasty, fresh
and wet. She began to whimper, enjoying my face pushed
into her. Then, as I lapped manically at her clit,
she began to thrust and push into me. Oh, she moaned,
that feels good. I smiled, stopped licking her. Punishment. Doesn't
have to feel bad, I said, with a purr. Sometimes
it can feel good. She moaned louder as I ate
into her, now her hands pushing through my hair and
pulling my face into her. Debbie, she groaned, Oh, Debbie,
this was perfect. I was turning her into the cunt
loving slut I desired for so long. I got her
going went fast. As I licked and sucked her dripping hole.
She started to grind, was about to come when I
pulled my face out of her snatch. You do me,
I'll do you, I said. She nodded fast, fucked, frustrated
and wanting more. I had her right where I wanted her.
We went top and tail, lay on our sides, and
spread out our legs. We both dug in, eating each
other's wet holes until our faces were saturated with pussy juice.
We both cried out, but kept going, tonguing each other
until moans became muffled. Screams. I could feel myself coming,
getting off on the thieving bitch's face as she did
the same, wriggling and writhing as my tongue did the
trick to her throbbing clit. She came first, spurting her
sweet juice in my mouth. The taste of it sent
me wild, and a wicked wave of pleasure pulsed through
every inch of me. I spread her wide and licked
her deep. So good, she screamed, so fucking good. Her
orgasm was loud and dirty. We got up, made out,
and got dressed. There was an awkward silence until Kayla
said I liked that. I nodded me too. She started
to say, then stopped. I I'm sorry. We stopped. Stared
at one another. I know, was all I said. She
looked frustrated, unable to articulate what she was feeling, then
blurted out, I want to keep working here with you.
We could do this more often, second chance. I licked
my lips. The taste of her hot little pussy still
lingered there, strong and sweet. She looked desperate and begged.
I'll eat your ass next time, she said, looking at
me with those big brown eyes. I smiled and put
an arm around her. Honey, I said, I think this
is the start of a beautiful friendship. I hoped you
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