chairboy
03-04-2003, 3:41 PM
terry had gone into town that saturday as usual. "get my groceries" he thought, "have a quick look round, and get back in time for the game"
it was a typical plan; one he had employed for the last few years since moving to the town.
nothing out of the ordinary, it would seem..........
as his day unfolded, he suddenly remembered - whilst walking past a ladies' clothes shop, he had a ringing voice come into his head - "don't forget, love, it's tanya's birthday on sunday - make sure you get her those jeans she wants on saturday................"
shit, he thought. he had just spent most of his money on a new stereo - terry had always been into new gadgets that hit the shop shelves, and he couldn't resist buying it - and now, he has to stump up money to get his stepdaughter's birthday present.
his mind began to wonder.
get to the shop first, he thought, then see how much they cost and whether payment is flexible.
as he arrived, he had no clue as to what he was looking for, and called for the assistance of a sales girl.
"these sir???" "yes, i think so" terry replied, not sure of the type exactly.
"how much??" he further enquired, not expecting what he was about to hear.
"£100" was quickly fired back at him. shellshocked at the price, and knowing he can't afford it, he enquired about flexible payments. "erm, is the a more convenient way to spread the cost??" he said, in a hope filled voice. "yes" she replied. "but, you are required to fill in a few forms to set up a storecard account"
fuck that, he thought. he had no time. he gave his watch a quick glance, knowing that the game was due to start soon. there was nothing on this earth that would stop him from watching his game. he lived for it, loved it.
"i'm sorry," he said. "both options are unsuitable for me at this present time"
"no problem sir" she replied "is there anything else i can help you with??" she flashed him an awkward stare, as if to imply that he had wasted her time, and she didn't like it.
"no thanks" he said grimly. now he was in the shit.
realising his selfishness, his mind wondered at what he could do. he had to get those jeans; how could he possibly justify blowing money on a stereo, when his step-daughter was eagerly awaiting a new pair of designer jeans???
then the thought hit him.
steal.
he thought twice.
why not???
he had been successful as a youth; what could change??
the shop assistant had been growing ever suspicious of the nervous terry; and wondered why he was still in the store, knowing full well he had no intentions of making a purchase.
she had alerted her manager, and the shop floor supervisor, of his whereabouts and situation.
"no problem," he thought. "i'll be in and out before anyone notices............"
with a quick movement of his arm, he tucked it into his big winter jacket. "easy" he said to himself. a smile grew across his face, as he began to make his way to the exit. just a few more steps, and it's a home run!!!!"
"excuse me sir" came a boomed retort. "can you empty the contents of your jacket, please???"
oh shit. you prat, he thought. without time to gather his thoughts, another boomed reply was fired his way. "look, mister, we have footage of you, and there is no way you are going thru that door without emptying your coat. do you understand???"
subconsciously, he did as he was told.
afterwards, he began to think why - terry was a blokes' bloke - drinker, disrespectful to his wife - why had he so easily crumbled to this woman's demand???
he looked her up and down; what a powerful woman, he thought.
physically, she was about a size 16 - at least 190 pounds - and she seemed to have an air of forcefulllness about her; he could tell she was one of those types who didn't take shit lying down.
"right. i think you had better come with us" she said in an ever increasing angry tone.
he didn't want to cause a great scene, and so said nothing until he was taken to a large, empty room, all but for two chairs, a small t.v and a desk between them.
then, the questioning began. or rather, terry took it upon himself to charm his way out of it; he was ladies' man - he could talk any girl round. he immediately jumped into apologetic mode, confessing that he needed it for his step-daughters' birthday, and that because he had bought a stereo, he could not afford it.
"what a pathetic excuse" sneered the burly security guard.
this shocked terry; he had never recieved such a belittling comment from a woman. he decided an even more apolgetic attitude was required; she was going to be hard work.
she left the room for a moment, and returned with both the sales girl and the manager of the store.
"now" she said. "repeat again, your poor excuse for stealing our property"
this time, he said it more apologetic.
"hahahahhahah!!!!" the three girls all laughed in chorus, looking at him like he was some sort of deranged madman.
annoyed, he came back with a tactic sure to talk himself out of trouble.
"look," he started. " i will do whatever you want, say whatever you want me to say, just please let me go"
"now you're talking, little man" came an immediate response.
"now, get on your knees and say sorry the right way!!!"
oh my god. what had he done??? he had just let himself be humiliated and belittled, and now he has agreed to do exactly as his new superiors wished.
just do it, he thought. he had to get back home, and quickly. just do what it takes, he thought, and get out of here.
"we're still waiting, boy. on your kness now, and say how sorry you are!!!!"
he complied, and immediately burst into an apologetic, squirming cry of words.
"you have forgot something, little boy."
what now, he thought???
"from now on, you call me Mistress Catherine. these are your other Mistresses, Claire and Kat. understood????"
"yes Mistress Catherine" he quickly replied. again, he amazed himself at what he was doing, and the power that this lady seemed to have over him.
"right, now shutup, you stupid man!!! you are going to regret ever setting foot in this place!!!"
with that, he could take no more. "but, i need to get back for the game!!!please!!" he wimpishly said, knowing full well that his comments were likely to aggravate things further.
"ahhhahhahhhha!!!!" again, he was laughed at, making him feel as small as a little insect.
"well, so would we. infact, it's already started!!! Claire, flick that T.V on in the corner!!"
the game came on. this is ok, he thought. maybe he could escape while they were watching. he quickly noted his surroundings, and began to think up ideas.
he was interrupted in his thoughts, by Mistress Kat's bellowing voice. "hey!!she said. there's only two chairs!!"
"well, i have the perfect solution to that, dear" came Mistress Catherine's voice, once again.
"Claire, go and get that duct tape from the office" was the second sentence.
he had wondered what all this was about; duct tape??? to watch a game on T.V????
he needn't have thought for long; his answer was not far away......
"right" said Mistress Catherine. "Claire and Kat, if would like to sit on those two chairs, make yourselves comfy" she said, as Mistress
it was a typical plan; one he had employed for the last few years since moving to the town.
nothing out of the ordinary, it would seem..........
as his day unfolded, he suddenly remembered - whilst walking past a ladies' clothes shop, he had a ringing voice come into his head - "don't forget, love, it's tanya's birthday on sunday - make sure you get her those jeans she wants on saturday................"
shit, he thought. he had just spent most of his money on a new stereo - terry had always been into new gadgets that hit the shop shelves, and he couldn't resist buying it - and now, he has to stump up money to get his stepdaughter's birthday present.
his mind began to wonder.
get to the shop first, he thought, then see how much they cost and whether payment is flexible.
as he arrived, he had no clue as to what he was looking for, and called for the assistance of a sales girl.
"these sir???" "yes, i think so" terry replied, not sure of the type exactly.
"how much??" he further enquired, not expecting what he was about to hear.
"£100" was quickly fired back at him. shellshocked at the price, and knowing he can't afford it, he enquired about flexible payments. "erm, is the a more convenient way to spread the cost??" he said, in a hope filled voice. "yes" she replied. "but, you are required to fill in a few forms to set up a storecard account"
fuck that, he thought. he had no time. he gave his watch a quick glance, knowing that the game was due to start soon. there was nothing on this earth that would stop him from watching his game. he lived for it, loved it.
"i'm sorry," he said. "both options are unsuitable for me at this present time"
"no problem sir" she replied "is there anything else i can help you with??" she flashed him an awkward stare, as if to imply that he had wasted her time, and she didn't like it.
"no thanks" he said grimly. now he was in the shit.
realising his selfishness, his mind wondered at what he could do. he had to get those jeans; how could he possibly justify blowing money on a stereo, when his step-daughter was eagerly awaiting a new pair of designer jeans???
then the thought hit him.
steal.
he thought twice.
why not???
he had been successful as a youth; what could change??
the shop assistant had been growing ever suspicious of the nervous terry; and wondered why he was still in the store, knowing full well he had no intentions of making a purchase.
she had alerted her manager, and the shop floor supervisor, of his whereabouts and situation.
"no problem," he thought. "i'll be in and out before anyone notices............"
with a quick movement of his arm, he tucked it into his big winter jacket. "easy" he said to himself. a smile grew across his face, as he began to make his way to the exit. just a few more steps, and it's a home run!!!!"
"excuse me sir" came a boomed retort. "can you empty the contents of your jacket, please???"
oh shit. you prat, he thought. without time to gather his thoughts, another boomed reply was fired his way. "look, mister, we have footage of you, and there is no way you are going thru that door without emptying your coat. do you understand???"
subconsciously, he did as he was told.
afterwards, he began to think why - terry was a blokes' bloke - drinker, disrespectful to his wife - why had he so easily crumbled to this woman's demand???
he looked her up and down; what a powerful woman, he thought.
physically, she was about a size 16 - at least 190 pounds - and she seemed to have an air of forcefulllness about her; he could tell she was one of those types who didn't take shit lying down.
"right. i think you had better come with us" she said in an ever increasing angry tone.
he didn't want to cause a great scene, and so said nothing until he was taken to a large, empty room, all but for two chairs, a small t.v and a desk between them.
then, the questioning began. or rather, terry took it upon himself to charm his way out of it; he was ladies' man - he could talk any girl round. he immediately jumped into apologetic mode, confessing that he needed it for his step-daughters' birthday, and that because he had bought a stereo, he could not afford it.
"what a pathetic excuse" sneered the burly security guard.
this shocked terry; he had never recieved such a belittling comment from a woman. he decided an even more apolgetic attitude was required; she was going to be hard work.
she left the room for a moment, and returned with both the sales girl and the manager of the store.
"now" she said. "repeat again, your poor excuse for stealing our property"
this time, he said it more apologetic.
"hahahahhahah!!!!" the three girls all laughed in chorus, looking at him like he was some sort of deranged madman.
annoyed, he came back with a tactic sure to talk himself out of trouble.
"look," he started. " i will do whatever you want, say whatever you want me to say, just please let me go"
"now you're talking, little man" came an immediate response.
"now, get on your knees and say sorry the right way!!!"
oh my god. what had he done??? he had just let himself be humiliated and belittled, and now he has agreed to do exactly as his new superiors wished.
just do it, he thought. he had to get back home, and quickly. just do what it takes, he thought, and get out of here.
"we're still waiting, boy. on your kness now, and say how sorry you are!!!!"
he complied, and immediately burst into an apologetic, squirming cry of words.
"you have forgot something, little boy."
what now, he thought???
"from now on, you call me Mistress Catherine. these are your other Mistresses, Claire and Kat. understood????"
"yes Mistress Catherine" he quickly replied. again, he amazed himself at what he was doing, and the power that this lady seemed to have over him.
"right, now shutup, you stupid man!!! you are going to regret ever setting foot in this place!!!"
with that, he could take no more. "but, i need to get back for the game!!!please!!" he wimpishly said, knowing full well that his comments were likely to aggravate things further.
"ahhhahhahhhha!!!!" again, he was laughed at, making him feel as small as a little insect.
"well, so would we. infact, it's already started!!! Claire, flick that T.V on in the corner!!"
the game came on. this is ok, he thought. maybe he could escape while they were watching. he quickly noted his surroundings, and began to think up ideas.
he was interrupted in his thoughts, by Mistress Kat's bellowing voice. "hey!!she said. there's only two chairs!!"
"well, i have the perfect solution to that, dear" came Mistress Catherine's voice, once again.
"Claire, go and get that duct tape from the office" was the second sentence.
he had wondered what all this was about; duct tape??? to watch a game on T.V????
he needn't have thought for long; his answer was not far away......
"right" said Mistress Catherine. "Claire and Kat, if would like to sit on those two chairs, make yourselves comfy" she said, as Mistress