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Shifts at Petsy’s normally overlapped by an hour, which meant Charlotte always had at least a little time with her coworkers when she worked evening shifts. Today, the shop was packed when she came in. Petsy was on the floor assisting customers, while Katie handled the register. Megan worked the crowd with her phone, snapping photos, taking video, and accepting donations.
Charlotte hurried to open up a second register, earning her a greatful glance from Katie. The bottleneck was not necessarily the volume of customers. Both she and Katie were adept at ringing transactions quickly. What had changed was the customers themselves, specifically their need to chat.
Charlotte was used to customers chatting her up, flirting a bit, and it was something she encouraged. That was how she upsold and made staff tips. However, now that the staff were wearing suggestive tops with sexy names, and had cute collars on their necks, customers were much more chatty and flirty.
The donation jars on the counter were stuffed full of cash. Katie and Megan’s were nearly overflowing. Now that Harlotte was also in the mix, her own jar was filling quickly.
Customers requested selfies, which the girls all posed for, resulting in more stuffed jars. The jars, however, were not the only things being stuffed. Customers took liberties, tucking bills into the girls’ tops as if they were strippers. As this happened, they were frequently groped, patted on the ass, or the subjects of “accidental” touches.
Charlotte, her cunt already in a state of desperation, only became more aroused by all the nonconsensual touching. It was maddening, filling her thoughts with fantasies of the customers overpowering her, forcing her to the ground, and slamming their needy cocks into her. There were so many.
All it would take was one horny man to start it off, taking advantage of her short skirt to bend her over the counter, slide her panties aside, and rape her. Once they saw what an easy target she was, it would start a chain reaction. Soon, there would be a line of them. They’d help each other, pinning her arms to the counter to hold her in place as each of them took a turn relieving their pricks with her slick young holes.
Of course, the customers did not go so far as to outright rape the girls. Instead, they satisfied themselves with taking home selfies to beat off to as they remembered how nice it had been to squeeze her tits or her ass. Despite the crowd, with Charlotte’s help, they managed to clear the rush out a few minutes before the end of the day shift.
When the lull finally hit, Katie sat heavily on a stool behind the counter and put her head down.
“Jesus,” she grumbled. “Thank God Tina comes back tomorrow.”
Megan hopped on her own stool and began downloading videos and photos. Petsy rounded the counter, patted Katie on the bottom, then did the same to Charlotte. Only his hand didn’t leave.
“Is good business,” he said cheerily as he squeezed Charlotte’s ass.
Charlotte did not pull away. Katie looked up and frowned at Petsy.
“Petsy,” she said.
The old man looked down at his hand as if he were unaware of what it was doing. He quickly withdrew it.
“Forgive, dear,” he said.
Charlotte shrugged and said, “Don’t forget to tip.”
“Charlotte!” Katie snapped.
“What? Don’t get your panties twisted. You just got felt up by like twenty dudes. Why shouldn’tr Petsy get a little handful?”
Megan giggled, earning a glare from Katie. Petsy laughed and pushed a bill down Charlotte’s top. Katie frowned again. Charlotte flashed her a grin and stuck out her tongue.
“Don’t get on a high horse,” she said. “You use those assets to milk dudes for money all day.”
Megan squealed, drawing everyone’s attention.
“What?” Katie asked.
“Another one!” Megan cried. “Another sponsorship offer?”
“Sponsorship?” Charlotte asked. “Another one?”
Katie and Petsy gathered around the computer as Katie explained, “The shop got a sponsorship offer from some company. They’re delivering a… thing tomorrow.”
“Thing?” Charlotte asked.
“A Bronco!” Megan said excitedly. “It looks really fun.”
“Bronco? Like the thing you ride to get you off?” Charlotte asked.
“You know what a Bronco is?” Katie asked.
“They have one at my sister’s club. I’ve seen it in action. The strippers love it.”
“We’re not strippers,” Katie grumbled. “What is it this time? Dildos?”
“Boundless Beauty,” Megan said. “Looks like some kind of costumes or something. Oh! It’s even got my name on it!”
They crowded around to look at the screen. The sponsor’s website advertised “the biggest name in kink and BDSM.”
“Megan, that’s not your name,” Katie said.
“Well, my pet name,” Megan said, pointing to her shirt.
Katie shook her head.
“How much?” Petsy asked.
“$25,000 for ten promotional videos,” Megan explained. “and they want to send you a pallet of free product to stock in the shop. You keep 15% of all sales.”
“Is good,” Petsy said. “You tell them we do it.”
“Just a minute,” Katie protested. “Bondage gear? You want us to make videos and sell bondage gear?”
“Sounds fun,” Charlotte said.
“Well, if you’re so excited, you can get tied up.”
Charlotte nearly rubbed her cunt at the idea.
“I don’t get it,” Megan said. “What’s bondage gear?”
“When people tie each other up for sex,” Charlotte said.
“Oh!” Megan gasped and peered more intently at the site’s content. “Oh! Wow. I didn’t know people could bend that way.”
“Megan, you’re not getting tied up either,” Katie said.
“Oh, look, Katie!” Megan said, oblivious, “They have chastity belts!”
Katie blushed deeply as Petsy and Charlotte looked at her quizzically.
“Chastity belts?” Charlotte asked.
“Oh. I… I mean, they look weird,” Megan stammered. “Not like a real belt at all. Like, how do you hold up your pants with that?”
“Chastity belts?” Charlotte asked again, narrowing her eyes.
“Megan, we should go,” Katie said, refusing to meet Charlotte’s eyes.
“You accept offer,” Petsy said, rubbing his hands. “We sell bondage things. Shop keep 15%.”
Megan quickly typed out a reply. She shut the laptop and hopped off her stool.
“Petsy,” she said, “I know like I’m supposed to have Saturdays off but this is really fun. Can I come in Saturday with Katie?”
“Of course,” Petsy agreed. “You are shop’s little miracle. You come any day you like.”
Megan leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Petsy put his hand on her ass, squeezed it, and Megan giggled. The old man pushed a bill down her top.
Katie frowned. As she passed by, Petsy also patted her ass, squeezed it, and Katie jumped. She whirled and Petsy stuffed a bill down into her cleavage.
She snapped her mouth shut and led Megan toward the door, flustered. Petsy disappeared into the back. Charlotte leaned over the counter and pulled up the online orders.
She was building a pick list and checking down the customer notes when Petsy returned. Bent over the counter as she was, her short skirt rode up, flashing the old man her thong. Petsy let out an audible groan.
Charlotte blinked. The old man was staring at her ass. Of course, that was not new. Petsy always looked. It was why he hired hot younger women. The old man liked to look, and more recently, liked to touch.
Charlotte wiggled her ass, staring at the computer, pretending not to have noticed. She was no longer reading the messages, though. She was imagining her boss tearing off her panties, pinning her against the counter, and jamming his prick into her.
It would be disgusting. It would be horrible to be held down and fucked by a pudgy old foreigner like Petsy. It would probably make her cum.
For over a minute, Charlotte wagged her ass at him as she looked at the screen. She was such an easy target. No one was around. He could do it.
Petsy, however, did not rape her. He did, however help himself to another squeeze of her ass and tuck a bill into the band of her panties. Charlotte left the bill in her panties, glanced over her shoulder, and said, “Thanks. Come back any time.”
“You are okay with orders?” Petsy asked. “I see many messages.”
Charlotte continued wagging her bottom back and forth enticingly, refusing to give up.
“Sure. Some of them are getting pretty sexy,” she said. “How did Megan and Katie feel about those?”
Petsy stared at her ass, cleared his throat, and said, “Megan likes sexy messages. Katie,” he shrugged, “she does what helps customers. Good girl.”
“Good girl,” Charlotte repeated.
“Good girl,” Petsy said again. “I go now.”
“Later, boss. I’m here if you need anything.”
When Petsy left the shop, Charlotte let out a long sigh of frustration. Why was it so hard to get raped?
Throughout the evening, Charlotte had sporadic rushes of customers. It was not the norm. The upside was it kept her busy and distracted from fantasizing about rape. Between lulls, she worked on online orders and added customer requests, mostly for pictures of her tits or ass.
When she had a few minutes of downtime, she scrolled the shop’s TikThot account. While all of Megan’s videos had views in the millions, the breakout was definitely the Sis Kiss for Peace, which had been posted last evening. Charlotte spent a lot of time digesting that one.
As a girl with an incestuous relationship with her own sister, the video had a special appeal. What was going on with Katie, exactly? It wasn’t like she was a shy girl. They’d worked together for over a year.
Katie was happy to use her cleavage or ass to get upsells and tips. In every other respect, though, she seemed like a bit of a prude. Here, however, was clear evidence that she was not prudish. A prude doesn’t sensually make out with her sister for the whole internet to see. What then?
Were Katie and Megan really into each other? What was the little slip about a chastity belt? Was Katie’s whole aversion to the growing kinky culture of the shop a facade or was there something else happening behind closed doors?
The questions rattled around in Charlotte’s head all night, but they were more of a curiosity. Still, they provided good fodder for her fantasies. Imagining Katie being raped had a certain appeal that did not help quell the ache in her cunt.
As closing time approached, fantasies of Katie’s rape gave way to those of her own. What would happen tonight? Woud the man be waiting in her car again? Would it be the van? So far, she’d been unable to anticipate anything he’d done. The guy was a step ahead every time.
Once she locked the doors and headed to her car, she was shaking with apprehension. The lot was empty. She reached the car and no van appeared.
When she unlocked the car and opened the door, the dome light came on. She looked in the back seat and found it empty. No, not entirely empty. Her heart skipped.
On the back seat was a manilla envelope, and scrawled across the front in black marker were two words. Rape Hole. Charlotte snatched the envelope and got in the car.
She glanced at the camera. No message came. She opened the envelope and dumped the contents on the passenger seat.
Three smaller envelopes tumbled out, along with a typed note.
“Pick three names from the list and deliver an envelope to each of them. Love and kisses. Your friendly neighborhood rapist.”
She stared at the camera with the note in her hand. Still no message. Below the note were five typed names. She knew them.
Kyle Benson, an ex-boyfriend who she’d dumped two years ago. He was a real prick, but that hadn’t been the issue. In general, she’d just come to find him disgusting. He reeked of chewing tobacco and couldn’t be bothered to change his underwear more than twice a week.
Gary Lightbelt, the angry old geezer who lived at the end of her hallway. Also disgusting, with a beer belly and bald spot. He played shitty music too loudly and often passed out drunk in the hall with his pants down.
Arnolf Ramsey, the manager at the hole-in-the-wall restaurant she’d worked for before Petsy’s. Yet another gross specimen of a man, with greasy black hair and a scraggly beard. He liked to salivate over the waitresses, which had bothered Charlotte at the time. That was before the first rape, though. In hindsight, it wasn’t as much of a turnoff as the beard.
Jason Curtis, a former neighbor. That was when she’d lived at home, with her father. Jason was a lot like Lucas, a pushy Christian kid. He’d show up at the door a couple times a week to ask her to church or drop off a copy of his church’s weekly bulletin.
The last name on the list, however, was perhaps the worst. Daniel May. It was her father. The very thought of the man made her stomach turn. As soon as she was legally of age, she’d moved in with Samantha to get away from him.
It was not because he molested her or beat her. It was because of his drunken rants, his verbal abuse, and Charlotte simply couldn’t live with it anymore. He’d called her names like Udders, bimbo bunny, dimwit, skank, or just stupid. He took every opportunity to make sure she knew she’d never amount to anything, and end up a stripper, like her sister.
In some respects he was right. She hadn’t amounted to much. Instead of a stripper, though, she’d ended up with a rape obsession. So much for proving the old man wrong.
Setting down the list, she picked up the envelopes. They had some weight. Two were sealed but the third was open. She hesitated to check the contents but then decided it was okay. If the man had not wanted her to know what was inside, he would have sealed them all.
She pulled out a small card and a key. The key was a copy of her apartment key, which the man still had. The card, when she read it, made her want to rub her cunt.
On the card was a photo of her sleeping, no panties, with her legs spread and cunt exposed. Below the photo were words.
“Dear sir, I’d like to invite you to use this key at any night of your choosing. I am a disgusting slut that only cums from rape. Please rape me.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered.
The reason for the open envelope became clear. The man was giving her an out. He was giving her a chance to stop playing the game. He was also testing her. How far would she go? How deep did her need to be used run? Would she willingly hand over the keys to three men she hated and invite them to rape her?
She put the key and the card back into the envelope. Then she sealed it. And she looked back over the names.
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