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THE STARLET SLAVE 5
joypaine
5. Caught!
"Hold on a minute," the cop interrupted. "You say that you weren't a virgin
when you entered college?" Ellen nodded, a bit embarrassed at being
cross-examined on so intimate a subject.
"So tell me how you got started into sex", he went on.
Ellen actually blushed -- something that she hadn't done for a long time. "It's
a long story, and not exactly a pretty one. I don't think that it really needs
telling now."
"After all," the cop protested, "if I'm going to help you, I should know the
whole background of the matter. But if you don't want to co-operate, I can take
you back to where I found you. Maybe we can even find the place you ran away
from."
"No -- please don't," Ellen protested. What the Hell, she decided. I do owe the
guy something. And I may want him to do a lot more for me. Starting right now,
by giving me his protection. And there's absolutely nowhere else that I can go
in this crummy town.
Yeah, she thought. Better to have him on my side. She moved up to the
microphone again.
Well, (she began) it started with that horrible Mr. Peck, the town jeweler. We
girls used to joke among ourselves about what a Dirty Old Man he was -- how he
was always staring at the girls' tits. Especially the girls that were built
like me -- although there weren't very many of us that were, come to think of
it.
Some of the girls said that he used to try to cop a feel now and then, although
I never let him get near enough to try it with me. But the way he kept staring
right through my blouse was just about as bad.
A lot of the kids used to call him "Old Pecker", or even "Peckerhead", but I
never used language like that in those days.
Well, some of my girlfriends told me once about the "get Peck" club that they
had organized, and I thought it was a great idea. Until they told me about the
entrance requirements for the club, that is.
The trick was to rip off a piece of jewelry from his store, and wear it to club
meetings as a sort of membership badge. It didn't have to be expensive, or
anything, just as long as it was stolen from Peck's store.
Now I come from a pretty straight-laced family, and the idea of stealing didn't
appeal to me -- even from a toad like Peck.
So the girls started teasing me. I didn't care so much about the ethics of the
situation, they insisted -- I was just chicken. And in my heart, I knew they
were right. And I told myself it's just like the Bible says -- if you sin in
your heart, it's just as bad as if you really did it.
When the girls saw that I was weakening, they took another approach. After all,
they teased, if I was really chicken, I could probably get Old Pecker to give
me a piece of jewelry if I let him feel me up. A piece for a piece, sort of. We
giggled a bit at that, and one of them suggested that even if I did get caught,
I could always buy him off by putting out for him.
I didn't think that was so funny -- even the slightest suggestion of being at
the mercy of a monster like him sent chills up my spine. But then the girls
started joking about how useless he probably was in bed, and the giggles took
over again.
Anyway, I finally agreed to give it a whirl. The girls all told about the
various techniques they had used to rip off their pieces of jewelry, and we
worked out a plan that we thought combined the best features of all of them.
And as the day for the Dirty Deed approached, I got to feeling really
adventurous -- I just couldn't wait to try out my "foolproof" system.
Here's the way we worked the scam: we all went into the shop together, and
asked Peck to show us an assortment of cheap pins. And then the other girls
would get Peck to go down to the other end of the shop, where they would keep
him busy (maybe even by rubbing up against him, one of them suggested) while I
pinned one of the brooches to the inside of my sweater, where it wouldn't show.
Then I would rearrange the ones that were left on the tray, so he wouldn't
notice that one of them was missing. Meanwhile, the girls would give a signal
if Peck happened to turn his attention in my direction. And when everything was
ready, I was going to join the other girls, tell Peck thanks but I didn't see
anything I wanted, and we'd all walk out together.
And in my mental rehearsals, I could even picture myself twitching my ass
triumphantly as I walked away. I knew that Peck would be watching.
And everything worked perfectly, down to the moment when I walked back to the
end of the shop where the other girls had steered Peck. And then I knew that
something had gone wrong. The other girls were gone! And Peck was leering at
me, as if he knew some dirty secret.
And then I saw it. On the counter behind Peck was a TV monitor, showing the
exact area of the store where I had just been. And the tray of pins was still
in the picture, just where I had left it.
Peck licked his lips, and gave a nervous little giggle. "I've been having
trouble with shoplifters," he smirked, "so I had this little detector
installed. And it looks as if I caught one. I've got it all on videotape, too,
so I have a permanent record of your little escapade."
His hand went to my sweater, where I had hidden the pin -- and I knew that it
was no accident that his fingers brushed my nipple. "Maybe you'd like to step
into my office and talk about it?" he said in a voice that fairly dripped with
oil. "Or should we call the police right away?"
He had me, and we both knew it. Shit, I didn't want to go to jail. I burst out
crying. "I take it that this means you'd rather explore ways that we can keep
the authorities out of it?" I nodded desperately. "OK", he crooned, "I'll put up
the OUT TO LUNCH sign, and we can go into my private office and talk it over."
