Free Caught In The Act - An Erotic Short Story (Erotika For Women) by Sophie James Page B

pleasuring him with those very same lips. His eyes instantly dropped to scan the large firm breasts hiding inside the tight, red t-shirt. He could make out the heavy curve of each breast and the small rise which gave away the hard nipples she undoubtedly possessed. She wasn’t aware of Frank’s eyes mentally undressing her though, she was trying to come to terms with the fact that she had been caught shop-lifting and the consequences this would have.
     
    She managed to regain her composure slightly and said “I…I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’ll put it back I promise. Please don’t report me to the police. I’ll lose my job and…and…” Tears began to well in her eyes and Frank realised she was about to burst into tears.
    “Come on” he said, “Let’s go to my office”
    Frank’s office was nothing more than a broom cupboard but he liked it and it made him feel important. The office was at the back of the store, down a flight of stairs and behind the storage area. As he led her towards his office his mind flashed back to the image of her plump, red lips encircling his hard, erect penis. He dwelled on the image for a few seconds and felt a stirring in his groin which excited him immensely.
     
    He opened the door and gestured for her to go in first. She hesitated but then stepped into the small room. There were no windows in Frank’s office and only the one door. It had been used for many things in the past but now it was where Frank held shoplifters while he waited for the police to turn up. That could take hours sometimes and once Frank had to lock a young lad in there while he assisted with sorting out some trouble with a drunk in the store.
     
    He told her to put her bag on the table and sit down. He could tell all too well that she did not have any pockets and thus nowhere to hide anything. She placed the bag on the corner of the table and sat down on the worn out chair with her hands between her knees. She looked so vulnerable to Frank, so small and powerless. She was in his power now, in his world and would have to do whatever he told her to do. He turned around and closed the door, locking it slowly. He was enjoying the feeling of power, it was turning him on and he did not want it to end.
    “What happens now?” she asked as he turned back to face her.
    “Well…now I call the police to tell them I’ve caught a shoplifter in my store. They come over, charge you and take you to the station” His eyes flitted from her breasts to her lips.
    “Have you ever been arrested before?”
    “No. This has never happened to me before.” She whispered as the tears in her throat made her voice break.
    “Why did you do it then?” he asked. “You don’t seem as though you need the money or anything like that”.
    “It’s for my brother, he’s being shipped over to Afghanistan next week and he’s always wanted an expensive wrist watch. I just wanted to get him something before he goes. I may never see him again.”
    At this the tears just flooded from her eyes and she let out a wail which was full of anguish and despair. Frank waited for her to calm down before speaking.
    “Look, I’ve been thinking.” He said “There’s been no real harm done today. Nobody knows what you’ve done apart from me and you and I really don’t want the hassle of waiting for the police to turn up.” He looked at her, so weak and powerless, unable to defend herself against his strength and manliness and he felt himself growing hard in his pants.
    “Perhaps we could make a deal here. I’m sure there’s something you’ve got that I want. In return, I turn a blind eye to what happened here. Hey, if you’re really good I’ll even let you keep the watch.”
    She looked at him, puzzled. “But I don’t have any money; if I did I would have bought the watch in the first place. I don’t have anything you…” and then she realised what Frank was talking about. She looked at him weighing up the