The ATAPAW Agency - 2 : Shoplifting

"Any Time Any Place Any Where" girl, Bianca, services her second client of the day.

"Racy Lacy" was a cheap & cheerful, rude & risque, ladies' lingerie store in the town's main shopping centre.
It was well known for its naughty knickers, skimpy nightgowns and saucy cosplay outfits.
It was always popular with eager teenage girls - making their first forays into the adult world, as well as excited hen parties - up for a laugh and bored housewives, hoping to rekindle the marital spark in the bedroom

It was all a bit tawdry for Bianca's taste though.
It might be okay for chavs or street whores, but she was better than that.
She didn't have to stand on cold street corners offering blow jobs to grubby old curb crawlers in grotty old cars.
Her clients applied on line, they were vetted by the Agency, the services she would provide were agreed in advance, her limits were specified and the money was paid up front!

The ATAPAW Agency offered a modern, high class service and their girls dressed accordingly.

So no, she wasn't visiting "Racy Lacy" to purchase their wares. She was there to sell her own!

Her customer was Gaz, the 20 year old security guard.

You might have thought that spending your working day surrounded by gaggles of giggling girls choosing their favourite sexy scanties would be a dream job for a young lad, but sadly things were not that straightforward.
Gaz was a slightly overweight, sweaty guy, with lanky hair, thick lips and a bad complexion.
The girls teased him, fake flirted with him and laughed at him behind his back.
He was shy, lacking in confidence, embarrassed by their attention and ill equipped to deal with their bawdy banter.

But Bianca was different.
She didn't treat him like a figure of fun.
He had booked for an hour last month and it had been great.
She made him feel like a man.

Today was pay day.
His wages were in the bank and he couldn't wait to see her again.

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He spotted her strolling into the store at 4.45pm as he'd requested.
She looked just like any other last minute shopper, flicking through the clothing rails, but probably "just browsing" - they'd be closing in 15 minutes time.

She paid him no attention; just selected some underwear and took it to the changing room.
Their game had begun.

Bianca checked Gaz's last message to cinfirm that she had chosen the right outfit.
She had and she hated it!
A bright red set - matching bra and panties.
An absolute slut suit!
But it was Gaz's choice and the customer was always right (apparently!).
She stuffed her own undies into her handbag, gritted her teeth and slipped on his chosen outfit - then hid it away under her skirt and blouse!

The clock ticked around 5pm.
She heard Gaz usher the remaining customers out of the shop and tell the shop assistant to go home early - he "didn't mind locking up".

Bianca stayed in the Changing Room until she was sure everybody else had left and then stepped back onto the shop floor.

"Oh my!" She feigned surprise, playing the role that her client had requested, "you haven't closed already have you?"

"I'm afraid so Miss, we close at 5."

"Oh well, could you let me out then please?"

"Of course, but I'll just have to check your bag first. It's nothing to worry about, it's just routine."

"Erm, really?"

He took her handbag.
"Oh... what are these Miss?"
He pulled out a pair of white knickers, followed by a matching bra.

"It's my underwear of course!" She snatched it back. "How dare you!"

"Erm, I think we'd better discuss this further in my office don't you Miss?"

"Well I..."

"I'm afraid I have to insist Miss." He directed her towards his office and made a point of putting the shop keys safely into his pocket - he wasn't going let her escape.

The Security Guard's office was little more than a box room with a tatty desk, a battered old filing cabinet and a couple of scruffy chairs.
It's only modern feature was a monitor screen that let Gaz keep an eye on the store's two CCTV cameras. There were no cameras his office though - whatever they did in there would be their secret.

"Now Miss, I have reason to believe that you may be attempting to remove goods from the store without paying for them."

"What?
I'm not a shoplifter!"

"Then I'm sure you won't have any objection if I search you."

"I certainly will!"

"Okay Miss, I understand completely, just give me a moment while I call the police, I'm sure they can spare a female officer to do it instead."

"Oh, oh, well," she blustered, "there's no need to get the police involved. You might as well just get it over with yourself l."

"Very good."
He walked around her, studying her body, taking in her curves and pleased to see that the red bra was clearly visible, though her white top.
"Would you be kind enough to take you blouse off please?"

"Why?" she gasped, putting her hands across her chest.

"It's your bra Miss - I can see that the price tag is still attached."

"Oh shit."
She unbuttoned her top and cast it aside in resignation.
"Happy now?"

Gaz stared at her chest.
He was happy. Very happy indeed!
It was no ordinary bra.
It was a peek a boo bra, displaying more boobage than it supported.
Her long hard nipples were rudely bursting out of the holes in its cups and demanding his greedy gaze.

"Yes. That's part of the Marilyn range isn't it?
It's part of a set.
I will need to check your panties too."

"Oh so, now you expect me to take my skirt off too!?"

"That's right." He nodded calmly.

"Fucking hell!" she sighed, allowing it to fall to the floor and pool around her ankles.

Gaz was correct.
The knickers and bra were a set.
The bra was "peek a boo" and the knickers were crotchless.
The whole of her shaven cunt was totally bared and her butt cheeks were out as well with just a bootlace thin thong between them.
The fact that she was still wearing her stockings and suspenders too, was an added bonus.
She couldn't have looked more desirable even if she was naked.

His mouth was so dry that he could barely speak.
This was his fantasy come to life.
A sexy, curvy, busty, young beauty blatantly displaying her womanly charms for his private viewing pleasure.
Bianca was such a good girl and he was sure that there even greater pleasures to come.

He gathered himself, it was time to reassert his authority.
"Well it's obvious that you have stolen that underwear and were attempting to smuggle it out of the shop by wearing it under your clothes.
It's a clear case of shoplifting."

"It certainly is," she confessed, "I thought I'd got away with it but you are far too clever for me." Bianca sighed in resignation.
"What are you going to do about it?" She asked, suggestively licking her lips and fingering a naked nipple.

"Well, I ought to call the police. They'll lock up in a cell for the night while they search your house and turn it upside down until they find all the other stuff you've nicked.
Then you'll go to court, you'll get fined or sent to prison, just likely deserve, and your name will be in all the papers for your friends and neighbours to see.
Or..."

"Or what?" she bit her lip and lowered her eyes demurly. She knew what he wanted, but he had to say it.
He was the man.
He was in charge.

"Or you let me deal with you, here and now and give you a punishment of my own choosing."

"Er... znd what might that be?"

Gaz almost chocked as he replied, "I think I'll start with a good old fashioned spanking. Er, erm... get over that desk."

Bianca gulped but complied with his instruction.
"Oh my!"
She assumed the position, bending at the waist, placing her palms on the desktop, sticking her backside out to present a target and parting her thighs just far enough to offer a glimpse of her pussy.
"Like this Sir?"

She was submitting herself to Gaz's desires in a way that no other woman had ever done before.
The mere sight of her near naked body offered up for his pleasure was almost enough to make him cum on the spot.
There was no time to waste.
He went to work straight away, raining a rapid flurry of slaps into her bare cheeks - he didn't even need to take her knickers off.

The punishment was haphazard.
An array of loose-wristed claps bouncing off the girl's bottom. Covering it all, but landing with no with no real pattern or rhythm or intensity. They added a blush to her flesh, but not much of a sting.

It was Bianca's second spanking of the day and whilst her first one (at the hand of Mr Crabbe) had been delivered with a masterful, determined and erotic confidence, this one felt like the panicked effort of an over excited and inexperienced boy.

However Bianca understood that this was Gaz's fantasy.
He wasn't spanking her.
He was spanking all those girls that teased him and giggled at him during his working day.
He was beating all those cheeky little tarts that held skimpy, lacy, see-throughs in front of their tits and asked if he thought they looked sexy.
The girls that thought it was funny to flaunt their bodies and get him hard, but leave him with blue balls.
A good arse spanking was the very least they deserved!
So Bianca squealed and swore like she was getting one...

"Ouch!"
"Ow!"
"Oh fuck, not so hard!"
"Oh no, please stop, I'm sorry."
"Ahh, shit. No you bastard that's enough."

Gaz continued.
Smacking to his heart's content.
Taking his revenge until he decided it was time for something more.

"Let that be a lesson to you!" he declared in cliched fashion.

"Ow yes!"
She rubbed her arse like it was on fire.
"I've certainly taught me a lesson. I'll never try to steal from here again. That really hurt!"

"It was supposed to!
You're just lucky that I didn't call the police."

"Oh yes, yes, of course. Thank you. I wouldn't want end up in prison."

"Of course you wouldn't and that's why you're going to give me a proper "thank you!"

"What you don't mean..."

"I can still call the police, know." He held up the phone, "I've got them on speed dial. And I'm going to do it - l'll do it right now... unless you apologise like a woman should.
Now fuck me... or else!"

Bianca gasped in mock surprise and horror.

"Don't give me that crap!"
Gaz was going to show her who was in charge.
"It's no use playing the innocent with me!
I know what kind of girls wear filthy underwear like that!
Get on your back and spread your legs."

"Oh my god!
I don't have any choice to I?"
She surrendered to her manly conqueror.
"You're so big and strong that I couldn't get away if I tried."
She climbed up onto the desk "reluctantly" as though she had no choice.
"Please don't fuck me too hard, Sir."

So after all the build up and role playing this was it.
Gaz was going to get what he'd paid for and Bianca was going to deliver his ultimate fantasy.

She lay, supine spreading her legs. Her tits projecting proudly through her open brassiere and her cut away panties doing nothing to cover her cunt.

Gaz stared in awe.
He'd only done "it" once before and that was a couple of years ago with a girl called Jenny that he'd met on an Army Cadet camp.
They were on guard duty and they were bored as hell, but a quick shag soon fixed that!

They never saw each other again, and the only action he'd had since was when Bianca had given him a hurried blow job in the car park last month.

But, this time things would be different. He was going to go all the way and he couldn't wait.
He pulled off his shirt, throwing it across the office, then stumbled out of his trousers and underwear, trying to remove them without taking his eyes off the beautiful girl awaiting her fate.

He had no knowledge of foreplay.
He just knew he had to fuck her.
No sooner was he naked than he was on her.
He was in her.
He was up her.
Rutting so furiously that he simply forgot to play with her tits.

Bianca wasn't surprised.
Gaz reeked of inexperience.
There was no tenderness in his thrusting.
She assumed he was still playing out his fantasy, showing those slutty, entitled, cock teasing girls who was boss. Giving them a good hard shagging to go with their good hard spanking.

She played along with him, moaning and gasping as he humped her.
Crying his name, telling him he was "the man" and begging for more, even though he was doing little to satisfy her.
His cock was of a pretty standard length, although it was wide enough to stretch her pussy a little, but he had no technique.
He just banged away, desperately seeking his own pleasure.

Bianca helped him by fucking him back. Moving in unison, massaging his member in her slick channel, urging him towards his limit.

Gaz rode above her, spurred on by his girl's cries of delight.
He was giving it too her.
Shunting her back and forth across the desk, making her boobs bounce as his balls slapped against her arse.

He was giving it to her good.
Giving her what her female body had been created to take.
And soon he would give her it all.
Using her body like a man should.

Bianca felt him tense.
She recognised the signs and she knew that he was close to the edge even if she wasn't.
She arched her back and clamped his cock.

He came.
There was no stopping it.
Rope after rope hot sticky spunk spurting into her sex.
Filling her with the proof of his manly power and virility.

Bianca took it all.
Gaz didn't make her cum.
She could have faked it, but she knew that her pleasure wasn't part of his fantasy.
She wasn't even sure that he knew girls had orgasms.
She didn't want to frighten him with her frenzied squealing and squirming.
So she just thanked him and told him he was "a great lover".
It was exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Oh really, I'm glad you liked it - not that any of the girls have ever complained, of course.
I hope I didn't hurt you, did I."

"Erm well. You did give me quite a spanking didn't you? I don't think I'll be sitting down for couple of days," she lied, rubbing her bum.
"And my pussy's going to be sore after stretching around that big fat cock of yours," (that wasn't true either but she knew sometimes men needed to have their egos stroked, just as much as their cocks), "but it's all good, thanks."

"Could I see you again? Maybe next month, on payday."

"Of course Gaz - you can always get hold of me through the Agency," (he was starting to sound needy and she certainly wasn't going to give him her own number), "but maybe you'll have found a girlfriend by then."

"Aaw I don't know about that..."
She smiled, "Don't doubt yourself. If the girls knew what a good shag you were, they'd all be in here stealing the knickers and hoping you'd catch them!"

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Gaz had to lock up quickly and make his way home - his mother was waiting for him and she'd worry if he was late.

He wasn't very well paid, so he hadn't been able to give Bianca a generous tip, like Mr Crabbe had, but he did let her keep the underwear.
All the girls liked the Marilyn range... or so he thought.

Bianca travelled home on the bus.
She had had a busy day of sexy fun, dedicated to fulfilling the fleshy fantasies of two men, giving them both every satisfaction.

But now she was getting strangely turned on herself...

She was still wearing the cheap, polyester, peep hole bra and crotchless panties that Gaz had chosen for her.
The way her hard nipples were rubbing against the fabric of her thin blouse was making her feel rudely exposed and the vibrations of the bus's diesel engine were making pussy quiver against her skirt.
She was getting hot and horny down below...
She could almost smell the musk.

She couldn't wait to get home and luxuriate in a soothing bath of bubbles while she cleansed her body and stummed herself to the climax that Gaz had denied her.
But there was a sharp "ping" from her phone.
Her services were in demand again.
It seemed that the work of an "Any Time Any Place Any Where" girl was never done.