Today I was in the Pottery Barn looking at cutlery and some eco-friendly plush pillows for Evelyn, she's been going on about how the the things in her house needs replacing to make it more "green". I didn't understand the concept because all she was doing is putting more stuff in her home and contributing to the landfill.
I was browsing in the fine china section when I noticed the cashier girl eying me hard from behind the counter, I tried to play it cool, but when I raised my head to check back at her, I noticed that she hasn't taken her glance off of me. She looked Middle-Eastern, maybe Lebanese, maybe Iranian, with long black hair, and very little makeup. She was wearing a lime Prada cashmere cardigan over a white H&M spread collar shirt, charcoal grey pencil skirt with dark stockings and probably four inch pumps all from bebe. I looked down and looked back again pretending not to notice, but her eyes were locked on me. I'm wearing a custom navy blue YSL sports jacket with a burgundy tie also from YSL, plain collared shirt, cream khakis and brown alligator shoes all from Canali, I'm also wearing my non-prescription Oliver People's glasses.
I grab at something random, a plate of some kind and approach her desk.
"Do you have these in a set?" I ask her.
"If it's not in the display then we might not, but I can always check." She says. "Just give me a second to check the back for you, maybe we do have similar ones in stock." She proceeds into a nearby door and into the stocking area. I follow her and we both disappear from the front of the store. I make sure the door is closed behind us and adjust my tie, fastening it to my collar. There was a mirror by a shelf, and I quickly give myself the once-over.
She turns around, unsurprised to see me. Smiling. I walk up to her and gently guide her backwards to the sorting table with my crotch to hers, she begin to unbutton my pants, I do the same to her shirt. I stick my hands down her pussy and start to rub her clit, we begin kissing.
Two minutes later I'm fucking her with her half laying on the stocking table and the other half elevated by my cock, I stare at her expressionless while she moans something in a foreign language. This turns me on momentarily. Her eyes are closed and I quickly capitalize on this opportunity and grab at the tape. I wrap it around her mouth, she thinks I'm doing something kinky and goes along with it. Still moaning with pleasure and eyes closed, I carefully grab the stapler gun and staple her fingernails to the table while holding her hands down. She opens her eyes with the look confusion, then the pain registers and she starts kicking at me. I quickly staple all of her fingers down I punch her until she is unconscious.
When she wakes up five minutes later she find herself tied to the table and her vagina sliced open with the box cutter and filled with broken glass, and then stapled shut again. I've sealed the door off, but so far nobody tried to come in. The Pottery Barn has always been one of those stores that's well staffed, which is one of the reasons I like the place, as I am always able to get someone's attention when needing assistance.
She is crying but unable to make any significant sounds because I stuck a dozen thumbtacks to her throat, and she is foaming blood around the neck. I stood in front of her naked, and she looked back at me in sheer terror while I jerked off. I wanted to savor the moment and enjoy myself, but I was in a shopping mall so I had make the best use of my time. I grab the box cutter and sliced her left nipple off, she twitches, but not to her own accord. I chew on her right breast, eventually biting the other nipple off and she spasms uncontrollably. So I lay the hot iron I've plugged in five minutes ago and lay it on her stomach for not co-operating. The smell of burning flesh hits me and I make a face, she tries to scream harder but all it causes is more foaming around the neck, she did however managed to make a ghastly incomprehensible noise.
If only she didn't eye fuck me, if only she'd checked to see that I was following her into the stock room she would have suffered the fate anyway. Because I would have found her, that's just the way things were. I would have eventually found her, and this would have happened anyway.
The iron burns away her skin and starts to cook her fat, causing the tissue blister, releasing a green fluid. I check my Gold Oyster Perpetual Rolex Navigator, and realize I've been at this for over twenty minutes, and it was time for me to go before the only other staff becomes suspicious. I grab the box cutter again and position it over her right eye. Then I slowly click it against her eyeball and start to press down, with each click of the box cutter the blade digs deeper into her socket, and closer to the brain. On the fourth click her eyeballs bursts, and this transparent fluid splashes all over my lips. On the sixth click I get an erection, which causes difficulty in my attempt to put my clothes back at the same time. The bitch shakes violently, then weakly, it takes twenty-two clicks, and two minutes for her to finally die.
I check myself in the mirror and adjust my tie, making sure there is no blood on my suit. Her blood did get on my tie but it's barely noticeable. I take both her nipples and place it in my breast pocket before heading out the backdoor. I found a random door which lead out the parking lot, I walk around the mall twice and notice a small crowd beginning to form at the entrance of Pottery Barn from outside the West entrance. Satisfied with the scene, I head down to the train station.I didn't actually get to finish my shopping.
The Patty Winter's show today was about home abortion kits.
