Black Friday: Part 2/2 (Patreon)

Received some great ideas in messages and comments, and here's the conclusion as we tune back in with our naked shopper. 

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“Where’s your credit card?”

“My what?”

“Never mind- found it.”

My dirty laptop salesman had just forced me to spin around and give him a full turn, and once I faced him again, I saw him digging through my wallet.

“So, here’s the plan. I was going to just resell the computer online for a profit later today, but this turned out to be way more fun for me. I’m going to head up to the front of the store and purchase this laptop with your card, and to get it and your stuff back, all you have to do is meet me back outside.”

“You’re evil.”

“I’m horny- don’t confuse the two. Judging by how your hands aren’t hiding as much as you think, it looks like you are too.”

Looking down, I saw my dick beginning to firm up, and I tried to think back to how cold I was outside to get myself soft again.

“What’s stopping you from just walking out with that laptop and my wallet?”

“You have a good point- that would make me evil to do that.” Grabbing his own wallet from his back packet, he fished out his license and handed it over. “Feel free to file a police report if you get outside and see that I’ve left.”

“Well then,” I looked down to finally get the name of the man in front of me, “Christian, I guess we unfortunately have a deal.”

“Indeed, we do. Good luck.”

I thought he’d add something else, but he just winked on his way up the aisle. I thought about just walking right behind him, thinking that someone would notice the obvious power imbalance and take pity on me, but I also knew that the store had to be slammed right now. Even if I got someone to help me, I’d still be seen by over a hundred people that could easily identify me and my naked body. No- I had to be smart about this.

Grabbing a laptop bag from behind me, I hid my still firmed up cock before grabbing another one to cover my ass. It wasn’t big enough to hide it completely, but it was better than nothing. Backing up as I heard the store get louder with added shoppers, I saw the swinging door behind me that led to the back, and I quickly ducked through it. There were pallets full of merchandise, and thankfully, no employees. Getting my bearings, I knew that I just needed to find a side door on the correct side of the building, and I could sneak right to the front. There shouldn’t be anyone outside now except for the first wave of shoppers that checked out.

Getting my breathing under control, I realized that I could do this. Working my way to my right, I was still thankfully alone as I got to the back wall. Creeping across spooled wires, I found the door and the chill seeping in from outside. I tried to gauge how much time had passed for Christian to get checked out, but without the watch on my wrist or my phone, I really could only guess. Counting out sixty seconds and then sixty more, I knew that I just had to go. Putting one hand on the door, I pushed forward, ready to run, when I heard the siren start to ring out.

“Fuck!”

I got one foot outside before seeing the two stunned employees taking a smoke break right outside the doors. They looked up at me, down at my naked body, and then back up at me.

“Are you trying to steal those?”

I wanted to call the one on the right an idiot, but I didn’t have the upper hand in any sense of the word. I should have just run past them, but as one stepped forward to grab the bag, I panicked and backed up. His hands were around the thin bag, and I felt my cock in his meaty grasp which set me in the wrong direction of motion.

Hightailing it back into the store, I felt the other employee grab the second bag, and I was left with only Christian’s ID as I darted back into the storage area. I was hoping to see another door, but there was a store next door which meant that I only had one other exit.

“Come back- we just want to play!”

I knew that I couldn’t turn around to encounter whichever one of them had yelled that, so I did the unthinkable and ran back into the store. It was packed with customers, and I tried to run into any empty aisle, but there wasn’t one. Even the one that I’d just been stripped in had some old guy looking at CDs, and I rushed past him and his shocked expression.

Arms reached out to meet me at every turn, and I didn’t know whether security had reached me or if other customers were just copping a feel.

“Is that a streaker?”

“Oh my god, is that Trevor?”

“Wait, Ethan?”

I felt bad for those two guys who were about to get the weirdest calls, but I had to keep going. I had the hand clutching my one advantage against my crotch, and the other hand was thrown up in front of my face to block anyone who could accurately identify me. It seemed to be working so far, but it did mean that I didn’t see the pyramid of keyboards right in my way.

Tripping over it, I went airborne, but somehow kept my feet from completely flying out from under me. Slowing down, I fell onto all fours as I got my balance again, and I felt the handsiest man yet in my path. I felt him slide his fingers from my cock up between my ass cheeks, and my puckered hole flexed at the contact.

“Fuck!”

Yelling out in surprise, I luckily didn’t feel his hand reach out again, and as I got up, I saw the door thankfully close up in front of me. There were two security guards standing there, and I didn’t know if I should try to explain, or if that was even an option. Realizing that I just didn’t have time, I knew that I only had one way to be safe, even if I didn’t want to do it.

Running again, I held both of my hands up in the air to show that I wasn’t hiding any merchandise, but that meant that my face and cock were on full display.

On display to the customers around me with their phones held high. On display for the security camera up above my head, and on display for Greg, my sister’s boyfriend who I just remembered had picked up some holiday hours working at this store. I wasn’t sure if he was able to recognize me, and I didn’t turn back again once I made it outside and felt the frigid air and cold pavement under my feet.

“What the fuck? Is that guy naked?”

One guy in the parking lot got a perfect look at me, and I frantically looked around for Christian who was sitting on the bench to my right with a stunned look on his face. He tried to save face and look just as suave as he had earlier, but I was too out of breath from my escape to say anything.

“Well, it looks like you’ve won, and the spoils go to the victor.”

Handing over the box, I saw my phone, keys, and wallet laid on top. I waited for him to hand me my clothes next, but he had those safely tucked under his arm. Seeing my confused look, he quickly spoke again.

“I said you’d get your laptop- I said nothing about your clothes. Also, you better get to running again- there’s someone looking for you.”

Turning around, I saw the two employees that had first caught me standing with the security guards, and there was a crowd of shoppers behind them, still recording every second. Without a second to even reply, I just ran, thankfully remembering where my car was halfway down one of the aisles off to the side of the store. I couldn’t tell if anyone was chasing me, but I knew that the cameras would catch everything if I turned back to look.

Getting to my car, I threw the laptop in the passenger seat and flew out of the parking lot, taking no time to process anything that had just happened. I zoomed under the yellow light before it turned red, and I drove in silence for the five minute trip back to my house which mercifully had a garage. Parking, I let the door completely go down before taking a moment to think about anything.

Grabbing the box, I opened it to see that I hadn’t been scammed- the laptop was safely still inside its styrofoam packaging. Opening up my banking app on my phone, I also saw that the purchase was the expected price. I hadn’t been swindled, but I also couldn’t begin to say that anything that had just transpired had been fair.

Opening the car door, I headed inside to put on my thickest pair of sweatpants, and I laid the box on my kitchen counter. About to head upstairs to my bedroom, I saw that there was something written on the corner of the box.

Here’s my number, Christian.

I expected there to be something more than that accompanying his digits, but that was it.

Twenty minutes later, I had the laptop booting up on my desk, and I got up to take the box to the recycling canister in my garage. Right before throwing it in, I took a quick picture of Cristian’s number before heading back inside.