Free Naughty in Leather by Berengaria Brown

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