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Copyright© 2012 Berengaria Brown
ISBN: 978-1-77130-002-5
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Editor: Marie Medina
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NAUGHTY IN LEATHER
Berengaria Brown
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Since the “Naughty Lines” section had opened at Luxurious Leatherwork, the store had been a little busier in the daytime. But what really kept Rhonda busy was collecting, wrapping, and shipping all the items sold off their much-improved and expanded website. Instead of having long periods with no customers, or just someone browsing, where she arranged and rearranged her stock, always trying to catch the eye of passing trade, now her time was spent behind the cash desk, preparing stock to ship, then reordering the better sellers. She’d even had to buy a trolley to wheel the parcels to the post office, as most days there were too many for her carry, even if she made two trips.
And it was all thanks to her friend Tilly. Oh, sure, she’d thought of the idea herself as well, but she would never have had the strength and courage to tell her area manager about it, without Tilly’s support and ideas for using the backroom as extra sales space. Now Tilly was the receptionist at the mall, and she had the knack of making everyone feel welcome and important. That their needs would be met, their problems solved. The whole place was more vibrant and happier since she’d been employed.
Tilly had also changed Rhonda’s life in another very special way. Tilly lived with two men, Noah and Sylvester. Noah was gay, and Sylvester bisexual, yet Tilly had fit right into their little family. Rhonda was thinking about doing a similar thing.
Since the new section had opened in her store Ty and Scott had become very regular customers. They always bought something, although often it was something small—a mask, a whip, studded underwear, a cock ring. They hadn’t been in for two days, and she was certain they’d come in today, and this time she’d say yes. Twice already they’d asked her out for dinner, and twice she’d regretfully said no, knowing they were partnered to each other. But the more she thought about Tilly’s happiness, the more she realized she was stupid to say no. Talking to them made her happy. She looked forward to their visits, and was dismal when several days went by and she didn’t see them. This time she’d say yes, and whatever happened, happened. If it was to be a platonic relationship, well, she’d deal with that. After all, a girl couldn’t have too many friends. But if, as she thought, hoped, expected, it would lead to sex, well, hell, she was more than ready to give it a go with two men.
Her busy fingers wrapped up a parcel of half a dozen leather cock rings, while her gaze followed two young boys fingering belts. There’d been a spate of robberies in the mall lately involving teenagers, and she didn’t trust these two at all. They didn’t look like shoppers to her. Boys buying belts always tried them on, parading in front of the mirror, not just touched them. Beside her right hand was the mall’s secret weapon, just issued to all storekeepers yesterday. It was a soft, round, squishy ball that looked like a beanbag, but when thrown at a person it exploded and left dye on their clothing that wouldn’t wash out.
The Center Manager had been adamant with his instructions. “Hit their backs as they leave. A back is a nice broad target to aim for, and it’ll prove they were leaving the store with our goods.”
The boys were moving a little closer to the doorway now, behind the racks of shirts and piles of luggage. Rhonda stopped wrapping and squinted between the stock. Yes, one boy had several belts in his hand, the other had a lump under his t-shirt.
Come over here and buy that stuff. Prove me wrong, she thought silently at the boys.
No. They ran for the door. The squishy ball was already in her hand. As the second boy reached the doorway she threw it, and it exploded on his back, spraying lime green on his black t-shirt. She grabbed the phone, pressed the speed dial for security, and described both boys to Ted, the senior security guard.
There was a burst of static, a fair amount of swearing, then Ted’s resigned comment, “I was much too far away. They were in their car before I got outside. But I’ve got them on security video clearly showing the paint on the kid’s back as he was getting into their car.”
“Thanks, Ted.” Rhonda sighed, checking the stock where the boys had been to see what was missing. The bulge under the other’s kid’s t-shirt had been a rather nice pair of ladies leather shorts. “I bet he gives them to his girlfriend. I must keep my eyes open for anyone wearing them around here.”
Ted came round and Rhonda gave him pictures of items identical to what was missing. “Why are they doing this, Ted? What’s the point?”
“Likely they’re just bored, and it’s an exciting game to them. But it’s also possible it’s initiation into a gang or something. Either way, I’m going to get the little bastards. No one wants to be losing stock this way.”
“Yeah,” sighed Rhonda. “It takes the shine off the sales figures, that’s for sure.”
****
Throughout the afternoon various other shopkeepers visited Rhonda, all with their own stories about the group of teenagers who were shoplifting from the mall. Tilly came too, bringing two new squishy balls of paint. “I don’t think they’ll visit your store again, but it doesn’t hurt to be prepared, like the Boy Scouts. I’m sorry they ripped you off,” she said, hugging Rhonda.
“One of them took a pair of girls’ leather shorts like these ones. Keep your eye out for a teenage girl wearing them, and likely we’ll have another link to the gang,” said Rhonda. The shorts were now the centerpiece of one her displays, so everyone would know what they looked like.
“Likely she won’t be stupid enough to wear them here, but you never know,” said Tilly.
“If the boy doesn’t say they’re stolen she will. All the young girls like to show off their new clothes here. Besides, everyone loves our air conditioning, and it’s still mighty hot outside.”
“Now that’s true. I’m so glad I’m not delivering newspapers anymore,” grinned Tilly.
Just then Scott and Ty arrived at Rhonda’s store and Tilly, smiling even more widely, left.
“Hi, honey, had a good day?” asked Scott.
Rhonda waved at the leather shorts on the display. “A couple of teenage boys stole two belts, and a pair of shorts like those ones. I got the second one on the back with the paint bag, but they got away,” she said.
“Damn.”
“Paint bag?” asked Ty.
Rhonda showed them the little beanbag. “When you throw it, it explodes paint dye that doesn’t wash out. It helped Ted, the security guard, track the kids to their car, but they got away.”
“Did he get the number plate?” asked Scott.
“I don’t know. He didn’t say, so I guess not. But he’s got security camera footage, so when they’re caught it’ll be a bit more evidence toward convicting them. It’s just a pain though. Those shorts are an expensive item, so it hurts to lose them.”
“If you came out to dinner with us tonight, we could cheer you up,” suggested Ty.
“Oh, yeah. We’d make you really, really happy,” added Scott with a wicked grin.
“I just bet you would.” And suddenly that
’s what she wanted more than anything else. She’d already decided to accept their invitation the next time they asked her. But now, she couldn’t wait. She wanted to see what they’d say, what they’d do. What they wanted of her. She felt sure it was a whole lot more than a dinner date, and she was ready for that. For dinner and whatever else might happen. She wanted these men so much it hurt.
“Okay, yes, I’ll come to dinner with you tonight. When and where?”
“You close the shop at 5:30, right? We’ll be waiting in the parking lot for you then,” said Scott.
“Actually it’s closer to six, because I have to cash out the till, and deposit the money in the night-safe at the bank, plus drop off all the parcels at the Post Office first.”
“Hang on. Are you saying you carry the cash, alone, at the same time every day? That’s really bad. If kids are stealing belts and shorts it won’t take them five minutes to work out they could steal all the cash from you instead,” said Ty.
“Yes, I know. When I had a girl working with me I used to go at all different times of the day. But now I’m by myself I can’t do that. Occasionally I go at lunchtime while Tilly watches the shop for me, but mostly I have to go when I close the store.”
“Well that’s not going to continue happening. It’s way too dangerous. Scott and I’ll see what we can organize so one of us can help you. But for tonight we’ll be back just before 5:30 to walk you to the bank and Post Office, all right?”
“Sure.”
A burst of heat roared through Rhonda’s body. They were so bossy, but in a caring way. It was obvious they were only thinking of her. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had put her needs first. Not since she was a little kid, she guessed.
Chapter Two
“Do you think she only said yes because of the shoplifters today?” asked Ty as he and Scott returned to the mall later that afternoon.
“Nah. She’s been on the edge of saying yes to us for a while. You can tell she likes us. The way those big, blue eyes sparkle when she sees us says far more than any words could.”
“Well thank God for that. All I can think about is holding her tight, keeping her safe, and sliding my dick into her wet heat,” said Ty.
“Are you sure about that wet heat bit?” asked Scott with a laugh.
“If she isn’t wet already we’ll just keep kissing her until she is. Or maybe give her wine and chocolate. Every female likes chocolate, doesn’t she?”
“Getting back to the protection bit. We’re going to have to reorganize our days so we can go with her to the bank. Or maybe learn to mind the store for her while she goes. Or something. I’m not happy about her going alone day after day when there’s kids around getting into trouble. It might be gang initiation or anything, and that could mean real danger. So often those things escalate, and I don’t want anyone hurting her.”
“Hell no! Me either. But we already both start early to finish our day in time to see her. I’m usually the first one in the office, and I don’t think I can get there any earlier without people commenting,” said Ty.
“I might be able to get there and back in my lunch break, but it’d be very tight. If she got held up it could be a problem, so yes, I think we’ll wait and go with her each evening, like today. That’d work most easily.”
They arrived just as Rhonda was closing the store and waited while she collected her purse, cashed up the till, and wheeled the trolley of parcels ready for shipping out of the back room.
“Wow, lots of parcels today,” said Ty.
“Maybe a couple extra. The trolley’s usually pretty full but it depends a bit on what people order. The small things are the most popular by far. Sexy underwear, blindfolds, cock rings, maybe a whip.”
Ty’s cock hardened painfully at the list. He and Scott had bought some cock rings, and they really did make sex last a lot longer. Sometimes he’d be so hard he was almost ready to burst before he came.
Rhonda pulled down and locked the metal grill over the store doorway, then Scott pushed the trolley as the three of them walked through the quieting mall to the bank, where she put the money in the night-safe, and the Post Office, where she parked her trolley in the parcels delivery bay. A worker waved at her, and she waved back.
“That’s it, no paperwork?” asked Scott.
“No, they recognize my trolley, and tomorrow it’ll be waiting for me with the paperwork there saying what the parcels cost. I know roughly because it’s by distance and weight, but the paperwork tells me exactly. Then I cross check everything against the orders to make sure we’re not overcharging or undercharging the customers. It’s usually pretty accurate. If I get an order from somewhere I’ve never heard of, I usually tell them the price may change depending on shipping.”
“So now you’re a free woman and can come with us?” asked Ty, wishing his cock would calm down. He wanted her so much. She looked delicious. Well, she always looked delicious, but he so badly needed to get her into his arms and hug and kiss her. He ran his gaze over her from her neat black cap of hair, over her simple A-line shift dress that hugged her breasts and hips and was cinched at the waist with a classy leather belt, down to her smart leather sandals. Damn, she looked good. Ty had to stop himself from salivating at her.
“Yes, sure. Were we going?” Rhonda asked.
“That’s pretty much up to you. Scott and I like Thai food, or Chinese, or the steak house, but if there’s somewhere you’d rather go we’re willing to try anything.”
“It’s been a hectic day. Steak sounds good.”
“Steak it is. With some baked potatoes, maybe some refried beans, oh yeah, sounds like a plan,” said Scott.
“Then they have that dessert bar too. Remember that lemon tart from last time? To. Die. For,” added Ty, licking his lips.
Rhonda laughed. “You men. I thought it was women who were supposed to rave over desserts.”
“A man’s got to eat,” said Scott, holding the door open for her. “Now, where are you parked?”
Rhonda waved to the far corner of the parking lot. “The blue VW.”
“Why way over there?” asked Ty.
“Staff aren’t allowed to take the closer parking spaces, and see that big tree? It shades my car for a few hours each afternoon, which helps in this hot weather.”
“I’ll get our car, and wait at the exit for you two to catch me up,” said Scott, before jogging toward a black SUV.
Ty walked Rhonda to her car and slid into the passenger seat.
“Ever since that old movie I’ve loved these cars,” said Rhonda.
“Yeah that was a cool one. I liked it too. You still see it sometimes on late night cable.”
“Really?”
“Yup.”
Ty wiggled on his ass to give his cock and balls some more room. Damn, he was hard. Harder than he’d been in forever, and his balls were probably turning as blue as her little car. Just being with her like this was the world’s greatest aphrodisiac. She was so pretty. It was a stinking hot day and her car’s air conditioning had hardly lowered the temperature in the vehicle at all yet, but she still looked cool and beautiful, her long legs under the A-line dress moving competently as she shifted through the gears on the way to the exit.
Ty wasn’t too sure what they talked about as they drove to the steak house. He knew he enjoyed being with her, but mostly he was concentrating on keeping his dick under control.
She slid into a parking space next to Scott, then the three of them walked together into the building. The air conditioning was wonderful, at least twenty degrees cooler than the outside air, and a good bit cooler than the car had been too.
The dinner was perfect. They talked and laughed and joked. They told stories and shared bits of their lives. They ate a delicious meal, and Ty was thrilled that Rhonda ate like a man, not simply moving stuff around on her plate and hardly swallowing a mouthful, like some women he’d dated. Ty hated that. If she wasn’t going to eat, why go out to dinner? Why not just stay home
and talk?
But Rhonda ate her steak, baked potato, and salad, and allowed them to talk her into a piece of chocolate cake for dessert. It was a wonderful few hours together, and Ty felt they’d really connected deeply during the meal. Now, if she’d just agree to go home with them life would be perfect.
Ty caught Scott’s glance and nodded. They each took one of her hands. She had long, slim fingers that felt warm and delicate under his touch. Oh, God he wanted this woman. She was everything he dreamed of in a female, and the perfect completion to his and Scott’s family.
“Will you please come home with us now?” asked Scott.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but we’re really hoping you agree to more than just a cup of coffee,” added Ty.
“However, if you say so, we’ll abide by your decision. It’s totally up to you,” said Scott.
Rhonda looked from Scott to Ty. Ty hoped he didn’t look pathetic, but he was feeling a little pathetic right now. He wanted her so much. “Okay,” was all she said.
Well, it was a start. He’d move straight to Plan B, kissing her senseless.
This time Scott traveled with Rhonda and Ty drove their SUV. He led the way carefully, making sure she could see where he planned to turn, and pulled into a parking space with an empty spot beside it so their cars would be together, instead of into his numbered car space.
He jumped out of the car, locked it, and walked with them up the stairs to his and Scott’s apartment. He thought it was a nice place, with big windows looking out over a tiny park, and a huge bedroom plus a small office, which they mostly used for storage. However, if she was to move in with them—please God—he was more than happy to find a home that suited her better if she didn’t like it. Still, that was a way down the track as yet. They had to get her into bed first.
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