Shadow of a Doubt

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I guessed it might have been true.  I might have ended up stripping.  I was very young when I met Johan.  At that age, working at Dougherty's Drug Store was pretty cool, but I wasn't planning on staying in Hellsville all my life.  I wasn't sure if I wanted to go to college, and I certainly didn't have any grand plans.  I just wanted to get out of there.  I've often wondered what might have happened to me if I hadn't bought that new bikini with my birthday money all those years ago.  I might never have caught Johan's eye.  But a stripper?  Sighing, I had to agree I found the idea pretty exciting.

Oh, c'mon.  You loved it, I thought, slumping further down in my seat.  Closing my eyes, I tilted my hips a little so the plug felt better.  The Ben Wahs started clicking again almost immediately and I sat up straighter to stop them.  I wasn't sure if I was in the mood any more.  We were almost to the freeway on-ramp when Johan interrupted my thoughts.

"I'll stop up here at the gas station and you can remove that plug, okay baby?"

I turned towards him and was a little short.  "It would be better at home.  I can wait till then."

We pulled in anyway and stopped next to a pump.  Johan leaned over kissed me warmly, lingering.  It was one of those melty kisses and I felt bad for thinking naughty thoughts.  I also felt his warm palm against my breast, then his thumb caressing my nipple.  It hardened instantly and I pressed into his hand, whispering against his lips, but it kind of came out wrong.  "I've been a naughty girl."

Johan pulled back and stared open-mouthed.  "Really?" he teased.

I blushed all over again.  I really hate how I do that.  Well, kind of.  It's just ... I don't know, embarrassing.  It's like I can't hide what's on my mind.  "No, I meant ..."

"Well, naughty girl," he continued, with a mischievous look in his eye.  "I like the idea of you looking into a mirror in a public bathroom as you slide that butt plug out of your ass.  So, I want you to do it."

I swallowed.  "Y-Yes, Sir."  Despite the fact that the plug was getting uncomfortable, I wasn't too keen on taking it out in the ladies restroom.  Yet, the thought of actually doing it was getting me excited all over again.  Mind you, one nipple was swollen, throbbing and poking through my top already, so it wasn't hard to tell.

"Hey.  I'll let you take the beach bag.  That way you don't have to walk back to the car with it in your hand," he said, feeling generous.

I giggled and looked around.  It was pretty quiet and there were only a couple of other cars there.  "Might be fun!" I said, suddenly feeling adventurous.  The tingles in my pussy were turning into sparks of pleasure.

"No.  I want you to be discrete, little one.  But I do want you to wash the plug in the basin.  And don't stop, even if someone comes in."

God, I thought.  That could be embarrassing.  My nipples tightened even more at the thought of someone catching me.  Then I started to get real nervous.  What if someone walked in while I was sliding it out of my ass?  "You're bad," I whispered, blushing scarlet.

"I'm just having fun.  Aren't you?  No?  Lucky that doesn't actually matter, isn't it!"

I rolled my eyes at him.  "Meanie."

"Go on, I'll fill up."

"A-All right."  I grabbed the beach bag and headed for the Ladies, taking deep breaths as I walked around the side of the building.

I dreaded sliding out the plug.  Especially since it had been in so long.  It always made me feel weird when I removed it.  Like, 'shuddery', as my asshole stretched open and the plug popped free.  I'd have to support myself on the basin in case my knees buckled.  It's so intense I often lie down afterwards.

Pushing open the heavy, hydraulic door, I entered the bathroom and put down the beach bag.  I looked at myself in the mirror, then down at the basin in front of me.  The door creaked as it slowly closed.  In the mirror I noticed there were two cubicles behind me.

"Hellooo?" I inquired, making sure I was alone.  No one answered and I looked back at myself in the mirror.  I ran water and made sure I was happy with the temperature.  Soap was handy.  I was ready.  As I looked in the mirror, I shook my head, hardly believing where I was.  Grasping the hem of my skirt in my fingers, I thought, No one come in, no one come in!

I took a deep breath and bunched my skirt up high enough to rest on top of my ass.  Closing my eyes, I held my naked ass cheek with one of my hands and moistened my top lip with my tongue.  God my mouth was dry.  Reaching back with my other hand, I slid two fingers under the edge of the plug.  I set my feet apart and bent forward a little.

I hesitated and listened as hard as I could, in case someone was about to come in.  I couldn't hear a thing and resolved to go through with it.  Spreading my feet a little further, I bent right over, leaning on my left elbow and making a fist with my fingers.  My hair dangled down into the sink, making a wavy curtain around my face.  I tightened my grip on the plug and took another deep breath, pressing my fist into my mouth to muffle any sounds.  Perspiration broke out on my forehead.  I'd certainly be a sight if someone walked in right now.  I closed my eyes and started to pull.  Jesus, it was like being turned inside out.  My poor little asshole stretched and stretched and I held my breath.  Then suddenly the plug slipped free.

"Ohhhhh ..."  I moaned, as the air whooshed out of me.  I shuddered as I inhaled, my breath catching in my chest.  Taking four or five heaving breaths, I started to calm down and deal with the burning pain in my butt.  I looked up into the mirror.  I look like I've just been brutally fucked up the ass.  I giggled and in seconds I'd regained enough composure to drop the plug in the sink.  Leaning back up again, I quickly started washing it.  I was about to laugh, thinking I got away with it.

Just then the door pushed open and a young girl stood in the doorway, watching me from less than three feet away.  For someone so young, I was amazed by all her facial piercings.  She was a Goth and wore a black shapeless tunic and plaid skirt, with black stockings and what looked like black work boots on her feet.  In her hands she held a bucket and mop.  For a second she just looked at me until she realised what I was doing.  I blushed fiercely.