"Well, Terri, it's nice to see how you're spending company time," I say
with an air of triumph in my voice. Making no effort to hide the bulge in
my pants....in fact, I want her to see it as a sign of who is in control
here. 

Kristi already has her shirt back on, although it's inside out. I stifle a
laugh. Her bra is still lying crumpled on the floor, leaving nothing
between those lipstick-slathered nipples and Kristi's white blouse. 

I've seen Kristi in here before. She's what people in my business would
label a "high loss risk". She comes in, eyes a lot of merchandise but NEVER
makes a purchase...yet she's always wearing our product line beneath
whatever trampy outfit she happens to be dressed in. I know this, courtesy
of the security camera behind the two-way mirror in the dressing room.
Unfortunately, I've never been able to catch her in the act. Not that I'm
complaining.... being a security/loss prevention specialist for Victoria's
Secret has its perks, and spying on sluts like Kristi is one of them. 

Terri, meanwhile, is still sitting there in her bra and thong, and still
concealing her hands behind her back. This has the effect of thrusting her
chest out....too bad Kristi has the much better rack of the two. 

"Get out of here," Terri snarls at me. 

I stand my ground. "I don't think so, Terri." 

Kristi speaks up for the first time (other than the half-coherent yelps of
"lick 'em....suck 'em" which preceded my surprising them in the dressing
room.) "This isn't any of your business. Please leave." 

"It is my business to report people who steal from the store. In my
opinion, that includes employees who fuck their girlfriends on company
time." 

"I'm done with all the stocking," Terri retorts angrily, "and we're closing
in about five minutes." 

"Ok, if you say so. I'll just write my report and let the manager decide, "
I turn to leave. 

"Wait...." Terri sounds exasperated....and more than a little bit worried.
I turn back around....she indeed looks worried too. Yet she still has her
hands behind her back. Kristi, meanwhile, has just now realized that she's
braless. Dumb bimbo. 

"I'm a reasonable person," I explain. Actually I'm not, but oh well. "Tell
me what's in this for me?" 

Terri turns to Kristi. "You'd better go..." 

"Hey, wait," Kristi protests. "You promised to hook me up with some bras!"
I'm surprised....not that this wench would lick pussy to score some hot
merchandise, but that she would mention it in front of me. But I keep quiet
for now. 

"OK. What do you want from me--" Oh, how full of herself she is... "--um,
from us?" Terri looks at me expectantly. 

"First, I want to know what you're hiding behind your back." Silence. "OK
then. I don't have time for this, I have a report to write and then have to
be getting h---" 

"It's a vibrator." Kristi is unusually bold. 

"Good. Terri, why don't you slide it into your pussy and leave it there
while we discuss this." 

She just looks at me with outrage. 

"Kristi, take it from her and do it for her." The lovely, big-titted
redhead has no real reason to obey....but somehow I'm not all that
surprised when she does. My co-worker has an extremely delicious-looking
pussy, I notice, as her friend pulls her panties aside and slides the
vibrator in and turns it on. 

"Ohhhhhhhh..." Terri moans softly. With a forced effort, she pushes the
pleasurable look off her face and replaces it with one of hatred for me.
"Now, what do you want?" 

"Not much," I lie. "It looks like your friend here did quite a number on
your ass---" indicating Kristi's handprints across Terri's cheeks "---I
think maybe you should return the favor?" They exchange a glance. "With
this," I add, unbuckling and removing my belt. "Ten good swats." 

Kristi's eyes widen. "No!" 

At the same time, Terri says "Yes." Amazing how quickly she agrees when
it's not her ass on the line. 

"Absolutely not!" Kristi is shaking her head. I smile. The slut looked
almost ready to agree before I mentioned the belt. 

"Need time to discuss this?" I graciously offer. Terri nods. "You have two
minutes." 

"And that's all you want? You won't ask for more afterward?" 

I have two luscious bisexual women over a barrel. Of course I'll be asking
for more afterward you clueless bimbo, I think to myself as I nevertheless
smile and nod, excusing myself from the dressing room. 

They argue for a few moments. I listen quietly through the wall. 

People don't realize how thin the dressing room walls are at Victoria's
Secret. I know this because I have heard some wild stuff since I've been
working here. I never say anything...I just make sure they leave the room
with the same number of items they brought in, and if the situation
warrants I make a mental note to grab that day's security tape and make a
copy for my collection. 

Kristi has a softer voice, and is only partially audible. Terri, on the
other hand, typically talks several decibels louder than she really needs
to. One of the many things which really annoys me about her. I can make out
enough though: 

"Kristi it's only ten hits, then everything will be fine." 

"But he's (inaudible)" 

"No, you heard what he said. I'll be doing it, not him. But I'll have to
make it real!" 

(inaudible from Kristi) 

"It's only ten. Listen, if I get fired....I can't hook you up anymore." 

"But, I'm just (inaudible) what will (inaudible)" 

"If you do this.... I'll get you those corsets you told me you loved. And
that bodysuit from the magazine. Kristi, we just got a shipment today, I
can grab them before they get inventoried. It's only ten, Kristi." 

A moment passes and the door swings open and Terri peeks out. She's still
fighting the sensations from the vibrator inside her. "OK, she'll do it." 

A few minutes later Kristi is ready. There was apparently some
misunderstanding over the amount of clothing to be worn by the pretty
redhead for her whipping. For some reason, she thought she would be allowed
to wear some. All taken care of now, all piled neatly in the corner with
the exception of her stiletto pumps. 

Kristi is standing, legs spread slightly apart, leaning down grabbing the
bench. Her ass is a very inviting target indeed. 

She's also impatient. "Come on, let's get this over with." 

I nod at Terri, who doubles up the belt and brings it whistling down onto
Kristi's ass. 

THWAP!!!! "YEOWWWWWWW!!!!" THWAP!! "OWWWWWW...." THWAP!!!!! "OWWWWWWW!!!!" 

I'm standing next to Terri, egging her on. "Harder, Terri. This bitch got
you into this. She couldn't keep quiet, and I heard what was going on in
here." Ok, ok, so I lied a little. I saw it all on the security
camera....but do I need to give away all my secrets? 

She's up to six when Kristi covers her ass with her hands. 

"Please. It HURRRRRRRRRTS, please...." 

Terri is grim. "Move your hands, Kristi." 

I clear my throat. "Do we need to start over at 'one'?" 

"Please," Kristi begs, "it hurts so much, please can I just have a min- " 

Abruptly Terri grabs a handful of Kristi's red hair. "Listen bitch. If you
don't get your ass back in position, I will have him hold you and I will
use this on your tits till my arm gets sore." 

I'm mildly shocked by my coworker's viciousness. You have to understand
that I would never allow such harm to come to treasures such as Kristi's
38DD beauties, but nevertheless the threat works and Kristi is again in
position, steeling herself. 

The last four strokes, Kristi clenches her hands on the bench till her
knuckles turn white, but remains motionless. Her fiery red ass cheeks are a
wonderful contrast to the rest of her milky white skin. 

Kristi is sucking in huge gulps of air in relief. Still smarting from the
pain. And, rather wet, I can also see. 

"Now can you get out of here?" Terri demands. 

And I was going to let them off the hook. Too bad Terri has to continuously
be a huge bitch. 

"Not yet. You've caused poor Kristi a lot of pain. Kiss it and make it
better...." 

------ 

I stroke my cock as I watch my nemesis with her tongue buried between
Kristi's ass cheeks. Too bad she's putting no feeling into it. 

"Terri, you could at least make some noise. I mean, we all know how much
you love eating pussy." She stiffens, and I can tell she is seething with
anger. 

Surprisingly, Kristi speaks up. "Maybe it would help if you fuck her!"
Obviously still not too happy about the whipping she's just received from
her "friend". 

"Oh, I don't think so! That wasn't part of the agreement," Terri says
angrily as I take a step toward her. 

"And," Kristi gasps, "you can whip her too while you fuck her!" 

I don't know who this airhead is, but I just fell in love with her. 

Terri protests again. "That wasn't our deal!" 

"I'm modifying the deal, bitch." Stepping out of my pants. "Or should we
just forget it and I'll make my report?" 

Kristi looks over her shoulder. "I think... (gasp) I think she wants you to
fuck her..." 

"No I DON'T!!!!" Nevertheless, Terri makes no effort to stop me as I pull
her panties aside and remove the vibrator. 

"You just keep licking her," I advise Terri as I rub my cockhead against
her. 

"Yeah," Kristi chimes in, "don't you stop licking me, you tongue-slut!"
Delightful. 

I set the vibrator on the bench, where it begins noisily clattering until
Terri scoops it up. "Oh, I know JUST the place for this!" Kristi shrieks as
her "friend" plunges the pulsating toy into her tight ass... joined a
moment later by Terri's screams as I begin pounding her for all she is
worth... 

----- 

So ends another exciting day on the job. As I walk up the stairs to the
security booth, my cock is stirring again as I think about Kristi. The way
she looked like she was actually about to fight Terri for the right to
swallow my cum...amazing how far a simple offer to look the other way next
time she's visiting the negligee rack can go! I was tempted to oblige her,
but felt it was a better idea to jerk off all over their breasts, then make
them get dressed without wiping it off. 

I'm going to enjoy the footage from the security camera...especially the
part with Kristi's big tits jammed against the two-way mirror, with that
bitch Terri's tongue in her pussy and vibrator in her ass. Plus the part
where Kristi collected about $700 in unpaid merchandise, as "payment" for
agreeing to the whipping. Looking forward to confronting Kristi on that
next time I see her, and finding out how far she'll go to avoid shoplifting
charges. Today's performance suggests she'll go very far indeed... 

It's dark, looks like everyone has gone home. Hmmmmm, tempting to watch
that security tape right here, just start stroking as I watch them go at
it.... 

That tape.... 

That tape...it isn't here? Don't tell me... 

"Ahem....looking for this?" Vanessa. The assistant manager, and the one
person besides Terri who I can't stand. 

And she's holding The Tape. 

"Interesting, the way you go about your job? Shall we talk about it?" I'm
speechless. "I'll talk. You kneel." Vanessa lifts her skirt. She's wearing
no panties. 

What choice do I have? As I lower my tongue onto Vanessa's clit, I shrug to
myself. It could be much worse... 

Then Vanessa tosses the tape toward the doorway, where Kristi and Terri are
standing, absentmindedly fondling each other and smiling as they watch....
and it's only then that I begin to realize that it IS much worse...