One Saturday I was lounging around home when the phone rang. When I answered, it was George, a friend of mine.

“Hey Bud, you busy?” George asked.

“Nope. Just watching a game on TV,” I replied.

“Remember that fifty bucks I owe you?” He said.

“Yea, you’ve owed it to me for a month. When are you going to pay it back?” I asked.

“How about right now?” George said.

“Sure,” I replied. “But why right now? Are you at work? You want to wait and bring it by later?”

“Yea, I’m at work, but I need you to come by here right away and collect it,” he said.

George works as security for a large department store, and he works most Saturdays, so it wasn’t a surprise he was working, but I was curious why he wanted me to come to his workplace right away to collect the debt he owed me.

“Why right now?” I asked.

“Trust me,” he said with laughter in his voice. “You’ll appreciate why when you get here.”

I figured what the hell, I wasn’t doing much anyway, and besides, my curiosity was getting the better of me. I drove over to the store, went inside, and found the locked door that hid the stairs leading to the upstairs office complex. I picked up the red phone next to the door and dialed George’s extension.

“Hey, I’m here,” I said as he answered my ring.

“Hang on, I’ll be right down.” He hung up, and a few minutes later, the door swung open, and George grinned at me. “Come on up!” He said.

As I followed him up the stairs, I said, “So why insist on paying me here? And now?”

He looked back at me with a grin and said, “Trust me!”

Moments later, we reached the top of the stairs. George opened a door and motioned me through. I found myself in a small room with a large window on one wall showing another small room with a table and chair.

At the table sat a young, attractive redhead. She was dressed in hip-hugging jeans, slip-on shoes, and a short, tight top that exposed much of her midriff and was tight enough to show off the firm globes of her tits. As she turned, I noticed how her breast jiggled, and looking closer, I saw the outline of her nipples through the material of her top. She didn’t have on a bra! I could feel my cock stirring as I watched her.

Finally, I tore my eyes away from the young woman and turned to George.

“Can she hear us, see us?” I asked.

“Nope. That’s a one-way glass, and the room is soundproof. She can’t see us or hear us,” he said.

“So why is she in there?” I asked, my curiosity aroused.

“I caught her,” he said, pointing at the window, “an hour ago shoplifting from the store.”

“She had on that coat,” he said, pointing to a large overcoat hung over a chair,” and she had about $3,000.00 worth of merchandise on her. That amount of money takes her out of the petty thief bracket and puts her into the grand larceny scale. That’s jail time if she’s convicted, and I have her on tape, so she is sure to be found guilty. She had some jewelry and a PDA stuffed into the pockets and several items of clothing stuffed under it.”

“So what are you going to do with her? Call the cops?” I asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” George said. “It depends on some things.”

“What things?” I asked.

“Just things,” George grinned. “But let’s get back to your payment.”

I shrugged and said, “OK. So why get me down here to pay me?”

George grinned and said, “Well, I’ve got a deal for you. I owe you $50.00, right?”

“Yeah, so?” I said, wondering what George had up his sleeve.

“So how about a trade?” He said.

“What kind of trade?” I asked.

George walked over to the window and looked at the young woman in the next room.

“Her name’s Tiffany. This is the first time she’s been caught. I talked to her for half an hour, and she told me some interesting things. Like she did it for the thrill, and her parents would kill her if they knew. She really doesn’t want this on her record, so I proposed a deal, and she accepted. But it hinges on one other thing.” He said, staring at the girl.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“She is a sexy thing, isn’t she?” George said.

“Yes, she is,” I replied, an idea of what he was going to offer in trade suddenly popping into my mind.

“The deal I offered her was sex for letting her off the hook. She’s already given me a blow job. I figured I’d offer her to you in exchange for the fifty I owe you,” George said, watching me intently.

That’s what I had suspected, but I was still a bit shocked as he voiced the offer. I stared through the window at the girl. She was attractive, and I could feel my cock stir as I thought about slipping it into her sweet, young snatch.

“Well?” George said after a few moments.

“No one is going to know about this but us?” I asked.

George grinned, knowing by my question I was going to take his offer.

“No one but the three of us, me, you, and her,” he said.

“Have you blackmailed shoplifters before?” I asked.

“Yep,” George said, a smirk stealing across his face.

“So this isn’t the first time you’ve done this. How often do you do it?” I asked.

“Every time I get a chance. About once every six months on average. Whenever I catch a young, sexy thing like Tiffany trying to shoplift.” George grinned, “Which isn’t as often as I’d like.”

As I listened to George, an idea struck me, and as he finished talking, I said, “I have an idea how we can make it happen more often. And I’ll tell you if you deal me in on a regular basis.”

George looked thoughtful and said, “How often are we talking?”

“If it works, once a week or more,” I said.

He grinned and said, “If I can get some young pussy once a week, you’re on!”

I said, “Here’s what we do...”

A few minutes later, we both walked into the room where Tiffany waited.

“Who-who are you?” She asked, looking at me.

“He’s an integral part of our deal,” George said. “He’s the one you’re going to fuck.”

The young redhead stammered, “But ... I ... you said, what I did earlier...”

George grinned and cut her off, “No buts, honey. The blow job was just an earnest payment. I told you before you were going to have to fuck for me, ignoring what you did. Well, he’s the one you’re going to do it with.”