by Susan Sass
"Not that," she said, "having someone in charge of me. Someone I can't beat. I've only known you for a handful of hours but every time I feel like arguing or disagreeing with you just to be difficult I get this feeling like it would go poorly for me. What's worse, I think I like it. Before this morning I don't think I could imagine being happy that I found a guy who can control me, it's eerie."
I gasped dramatically, "You found a guy who can control you? Do tell! Do I know him?"
Erin looked at me blankly for a few seconds, then suddenly punched me hard on the shoulder. I rubbed the spot she hit, laughing, "OW! Was that really necessary?"
Erin turned away from me haughtily, "I was being serious, you asshat."
As she started to walk away I reached out and wrapped my arms around her, clasping my hands just under her belly button and pulling her to me. She struggled feebly for a moment before giving up and crossing her arms in apparent displeasure. Drawing her closer, I kept one hand around her waist and moved the other up, wrapping it across the top of her chest and making her lean back. Giving in with a sigh she relaxed, seemingly melting into me. I put my head down into the side of her neck, inhaling deeply.
"There's a time for seriousness," I said quietly, "But I like to play too. Plus, who knows if I make you happy or not? We just met."
"I just have a feeling," she said with a little shrug.
I smiled, "We'll just have to take this little trip together and see how things turn out."
Erin nodded in agreement, then elbowed me in the ribs, making me lose hold of her, "Just try not to be such an annoying douche on the way there."
I chuckled lightly and followed her out into the kitchen area. In short order Erin had shooed the other girls out the door and into the van. I noted with interest that she seemed to have no problems with taking control and getting things done. 'Something I'll have to take advantage of,' I thought.
We all piled into the van, me in the drivers seat, and took off for the short drive to the nearby mall. The drive was uneventful, with some of the girls talking about the things they wanted to buy or the stores they wanted to go to. I glanced at Bree in the rear view mirror occasionally, but she was quiet the whole ride and never attempted to join in the small talk. Maybe she was just shy around so many new people?
Putting the thought out of my mind for a moment, I pulled into a parking spot and turned off the van, then looked back at the girls. "Alright ladies, ground rules for shopping today. #1: This is the house credit card," I said, holding up a card Joey had given me, "Joey will pay for any charges on this card up to $5000 a month. I've done some rough math on it, and that means we each can spend up to $400 today. This is a one time only deal to get us set up on some nice clothes and some hot outfits for the site. Joey OK'd this little shopping trip already and I was planning to do it soon anyways. I'm only going to say this once, stretch your cash and spend smart. I'm the only person authorized to use this card, so that means I have to come buy your things for you, and I also get final say so on all purchases."
"#2: Keep your phone with you and on at all times. I'll be doing the same, that way we can get a hold of each other more easily."
"Finally, #3: You must be in a group of 3 or be with me at all times. I know you are all grown women, so this isn't a buddy system or anything, it just makes my life easier so I don't end up having to run all over the place buying things in a dozen different places or end up getting 5 different calls from 5 different stores at the same time. Easy enough?" Everyone agreed, so we climbed out of the van and made our way to the entrance.
As we neared I leaned down to Erin, "I want you to be in Bree's group. Keep an eye on her for me, OK?" Erin shot me an annoyed look, but nodded.
When we got inside I split us up into two groups. Bree, Erin and Angela. Leanne, Rachel and myself. The groups worked out pretty well because my group just wanted to browse, while the other group really wanted to shop.
We finally split up, and at my prompting, my group headed straight for lingerie. What can I say? I'm a dog. As we started to pass some of the skimpy outfits, I amended that thought. I was a very happy dog.
Whenever I saw something I liked I would grab it and hand it to whoever was closest to try on. Of course I saw a lot of things I liked, so it wasn't long before we all headed to the changing rooms.
Leanne and Rachel took turns modeling for me, one changing while the other opened their door and showed off. Rachel was a little hesitant at first, but soon got into the spirit, even dancing a little as she opened her door to get my seal of approval, and I must say I approved of all of it. The show was breath taking. Eventually the girls would run out of things to try on, so they would have to run out to get more stuff to try on. I already had a decent pile of things I liked enough to buy.
Quite some time into the process Rachel ran off to grab a few things and Leanne came out in a very flattering pair of boy shorts that highlighted her already perky ass. Glancing around, I made sure no one was around before letting my libido get the best of me. I quickly pushed Leanne back into the small changing room and followed her in, closing the door behind me and locking it.
Leanne eyes were wide to the point of panicking, "What are you doing?" she whispered frantically, "You can't be in here. We could get caught!"
I smiled, "Exciting, isn't it?"
Her eyes were darting around the room as if looking for something, "They could have cameras in here!"
I laughed lightly, "It won't be the last time you get filmed doing something dirty."
Her voice was taking on a desperate edge, "This is different. We could get in trouble."
Putting a hand on each of her shoulders, I pushed her back against the wall and gave her a hard look, "The only thing you need to worry about is the trouble you'll be in when we get home if you keep putting me off."
Leanne froze at my tone, her eyes transfixed on me. Slowly she nodded her head, "Yes, Master," she whispered.
"Good," I said with a wicked smile, "I think you should start where you left off." I sat down down on the built in bench of the small room and leaned back. Leanne bit her lip as she fell to her knees in front of me, her hands trembling as she reached forward to open my pants and release my throbbing cock. Alarmingly loudly, my phone started ringing, making Leanne jump. her hands froze as she looked up at me questioningly.
"Hold that thought," I said, reaching into my pocket. My suspicions were confirmed as I looked at my phones display, the name "Erin" glaring at me in time to my annoying ring tone. "I guess I should take this," I said regretfully, "What kind of example would I be setting if I didn't?"
Hitting my answer button I put the phone to my ear, "You girls done already? I thought you were all going to do some serious shopping?"
"Cute," came Erin's reply, "But we've got an issue. Bree just ran off."
I sat up straighter, "What? When? Why?"
Erins voice was a mixture of confusion, anger, and anxiety. "Maybe a minute ago? And because she wanted to buy these super expensive shoes and I told her no. Then she got all angry and said that me and you weren't her parents and ran off. I would have followed her but Angela was across the store in the changing room and I didn't want to leave her by herself so I could go chase that... that brat!"
"Where are you?" Erin gave me the store they were at and I hung up the phone immediately, standing up. "Sorry, slave girl, but we'll have to continue this later."
Leanne's expression betrayed relief and disappointment in equal measure, then she started to look worried, "What happened?"
I replied without looking back as I crossed to the door and stepped out of the small room, "Bree went AWOL and I need to go find her. Buy the things you guys picked out and grab Rachel then meet up with the others. Buy their stuff too, then wait for me at the van." I turned and tossed her the card.
"Shouldn't we help?" asked Leanne.
"Nope," I said. "I get the feeling that I'm the only one that can fix this. You've got your instructions, get it done
." And with that I left, walking to the entrance to the mall and heading in the direction Erin had indicated. I had my phone out, calling Bree constantly. She never picked up, but it didn't go straight to voice mail either, so at least I knew she hadn't just turned her phone off completely. I scanned the crowd of faces, hoping to get lucky, but knowing I wouldn't.
I poked my head into random stores and walked back and forth, looking and calling her phone the whole time. I search for 15-20 minutes before deciding that she just didn't want to be found. When she calmed down from whatever had spun her up, she would call me and then we could talk about it.
I moved to sit down on a bench a ways away from me. As I sat down I looked around. I was in a small branch of the building that appeared to mostly be closed for renovations. I remembered that the spring before almost the entire mall had gone under a foot of water in a flash flood and it looked like this part was the last that needed touch ups. All in all the area was completely deserted.
I perked up a little. Where else could possibly be a better hiding spot than here? Picking up my phone I dialed her number and started looking into the closed stores, craning my head to listen for ringing. I passed in front of each store slowly, straining to hear the faintest of sounds. After just a few stores I started to hear something, but it was very quiet. I moved more quickly, the sound becoming clearer until I could clearly distinguish which store it was coming from, and it was not a small one. It was an almost warehouse sized sporting goods store, and the inside was a jumble of stacked crates, demo gear, and building material. The front was only blocked by a strip of yellow caution tape, relying on social pressure to keep people from going in. I imagine that anything worth stealing was under lock in key somewhere else.
I slipped under the tape and walked in, following the sound. It definitely wasn't a ring tone, and as I got closer the noise grew quite loud, which made it pretty easy to find. Bree had put the phone on vibrate and it was sitting on a large metal canister, which made a loud ringing metal noise every time the phone buzzed.
I rubbed my head in frustration, then set out looking for her. She'd left her purse next to the phone, so I knew she hadn't left yet. She was probably just hiding somewhere, trying to calm down.
I looked through each aisle, going row by row and quietly calling her name. Turning up nothing, I moved to what must have been the back gun storage area. As I moved behind the counter to check in the employees only section I heard a scuffing noise, followed by hushed whispering. Frowning, I opened the door to the back room slowly, peeking inside. Seeing nothing at first I opened it further until I finally found what I was looking for, even if not in the way I had expected to.
Bree was on the ground being held down by one man while another worked at pulling her pants off of her struggling legs. Bree's mouth was covered by what looked like duct tape, her mascara running in long rivulets down her face as tears streamed from her eyes. The two men were busy trying to get Bree undressed and seemed relatively unworried about raping a young woman in such close proximity to such a public place.
Looking around myself, I quickly walked to a stash of demo gear and grabbed a long handled sledgehammer, hefting it a couple times. 8 lbs, give or take. Perfect.
Walking briskly back to the door, I kicked it in hard, send it back with a crash, then stepped calmly into the room. As I turned to face the men they both looked at me, paralyzed, eyes wide.
"I might not be an expert, but it doesn't seem like the lady is a willing participant in this little party."
After realizing I was the only person coming in, the man struggling with her pants motioned for the other to keep holding her, then stood up and turned to face me. "Yeah? And who the fuck are you?" he sneered. He was a stocky white guy, maybe an inch or two shorter than me but built solidly.
"You don't need to worry about that. Just leave the girl to me and get out."
The mans sneer turned into a slimy smile, "Well if that's the case why don't you just join us? Plenty to go around on this one."
I shook my head, "That isn't what I said. You have two options. You can leave on your own, and I'll let you go, or you can both try to take me down, then you keep the girl if you win. Of course if you lose I'll be seeing how many bones I can break in a single swing with this baby." I waved the hammer at them. "Your choice, but I'm leaning towards the one with the bones. Then we'll call the cops and me and the girl will testify against you and you'll go to jail for a few yeats and be a felon for the rest of your life."
The man in front held his ground, unphased by the threat, but the man holding Bree, an unassuming Asian guy of small to medium build, spoke up, "Yo, Jonesy, this started easy enough, but fuck it. Shit got way too complicated. I'm out, son."
The man let go of Bree and stood up, then backed away and moved to another door that led to the main store. He exited the room and I listened as he retreated, his foot steps growing fainter.
"Odds aren't looking good for you, Jonesy," I said.
The man eyed the casually held sledgehammer in my hands warily, then started to back away towards the door his friend had gone out. When he reached the exit he turned and walked quickly away, his foot steps receding considerably faster than the previous mans.
I backed up and looked out the door I had come in through. Peeking out I saw his back as he nearly ran out of the store back towards the mall. Dropping the hammer, I turned back around and took several long strides, crouching down by Bree. I took a quick survey of her condition, but other than messy hair, a small tear across the sleeve of her shirt, her pants being halfway down, her smeared make up and the tape over her mouth, she was physically fine. Her mental condition was much more the issue at this point.
Tears were still running down her cheeks, and she had curled up into a defensive ball, her eyes closed tight. "Bree," I said gently, "It's OK, it's over. Come on." I grabbed her hands and pulled lightly, but she remained unresponsive, so I slipped an arm around her back and one under her legs and lifted her with a quiet grunt of effort.
Moving out to the main portion of the store, I set her down on the wooden counter and sat her upright. "Bree? Come on, girl, look at me." I put my hands on either side of her face, tilting it up towards me. "You're OK, open your eyes, come on."
Slowly Bree's eyes opened, tears leaking down less frequently now. Her eyes darted around for a second, then locked on my face. A slow smile crept across my face. "You are one lucky young lady."
Bree tried to say something, but the duct tape was still firmly in place. She reached up to it, her eyes flashing panic.
"Relax," I said firmly, swatting her hands down, then grabbed an edge of the tape and worked it up slightly, "This is going to suck. Ready?" She took a deep breath and nodded. As fast as I could, I ripped it off. Bree's hands sped to her mouth with a pathetic, "Ouch."
"Are you OK?" I asked, moving my hands to her shoulders.
She looked down and nodded. "How did you find me?"
"I heard your phone ringing when I was looking for you, so I came in the store. You saw everything else."
She sniffed, "You were looking for me?"
"Of course I was."
"Why?" she asked quietly, rubbing her nose with a hand absently and sniffing again.
"Why?" I snorted, "Because I was worried? Because I wanted to make sure you were OK? Because I care what happens to you?"
Her mouth twisted. "Why would you care about me? You hardly know me."
"That's a non-factor. I care because I choose to and because you are my responsibility."
Bree scowled, "So you look after me because you have to. just like everyone else..."
"Are you not listening to me?" I roared. Her eyes jumped up to mine, her face going pale. "I said I choose to care. You don't need to understand it, you just need to know I do. Can I make that any clearer?"
Bree swallowed hard, "No," it came out as a whisper.
"I'm done putting up with your spoiled ass bratty attitude. I make rules for a reason, and b
reaking several of those rules almost got you raped or worse. My rules are not negotiable. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"
"Yes," another whisper.
"Good. Now," I said, my tone softening, "Are you OK?" Bree nodded. "Then lets get you cleaned up." I helped her off the counter, steadying her, turning away slightly to afford her some measure of privacy as she pulled her jeans back up. She cleaned herself up as best she could there, then we left the counter and went to fetch her things.
Bree grabbed her purse, "Can you give me a minute? I want to fix my makeup."
I nodded and took the opportunity to call Erin while Bree sat down to fix her image. Even with how annoyed she was, the relief in her voice was audible. I hung up the phone and turned back to Bree. She quickly finished and stood up, closing the small mirror she had been using.
We left the store and made our way back to the more populated area. In no time at all we were exiting back out the door we had come in through and were walking to the van. It looked like everyone except Erin was already in the van, but she had stayed outside, waiting for us. As soon as she spotted us, she headed over. When she was within hearing range she started talking. "Are you OK? Listen, I'm sorry. You were right to be mad, I'm not in charge, I just..."