A Shopping Trip

I tried to finally get my day off on Wednesday. I just had to keep Regina on a short leash, didn’t need her running off to find us another distraction. The day was filled with Regina trying to find any reason to get out of the house, but I circumvented all of her ploys for escape. At some point I almost wondered if just giving in would be less exhausting?

After we ordered in for lunch, Regina disappeared into a room. As I passed down the hallway on my way to the bathroom, I could hear the telltale sounds of porn emanating from her room, the girl was truly insatiable. I think that earned me close to an hour of solitary relaxation, before the head of white hair popped over the back of the couch. “I need a dress for my date tomorrow!” she grinned down at me.

Ah yes, her date with Clair, the waitress from Dite’s Diner. “Can’t you just find something in one of our wardrobes?”

She pouted looking defeated, “I guess.” She slowly trudged down the hallway, each footfall making a sad slap.

“Oh, fine,” I shouted out, giving in to her obvious manipulation. She turned excitedly running back to the couch, “But just for shopping.”

“Oh of course,” she said wrapping her arms around my neck with a flurry of kisses to the side of my face. As she disappeared down the hallway to grab something to wear out, she sung out “Unless you change your mind!”

I covered my face already regretting the decision. She came out ready to go. “Do you have underwear on?” I asked staring at her nipples poking through her shirt. “You have to wear underwear if you’re trying stuff on.”

“Oh,” she said before running back down the hallway. She returned a moment later, “All ready.”

I was about to take the driver’s seat when I remembered my concerns yesterday about Regina driving. I passed her the keys, this would be my chance to see her in action. It would soothe my worries about her driving if I knew she was capable. And if she’s not, I’d just have to get her lessons. I was surprised at how easily she navigated the city. “When did you learn how to drive?” I asked as she made all the right turns to reach our destination.

“I think it was like early 1923,” she casually said. No big deal, she’s only been driving for nearly a century. “In ‘68, the Ringmaster gave me a supernatural sense of direction too,” she mentioned making another turn as the department store came into view.

“I don’t know why, I just assumed you would’ve had bigger gaps between Ringmasters. Like when a genie spends millennia trapped within their lamp waiting for anther person to find it.”

“Nope, it’s usually not long. I think the ring spent just under a month in the gutter before you picked it up,” she shrugged as we made our way inside.

“So what happened to the last Ringmaster?” I asked staring down at the silver band on my lame hand.

“He was robbed,” she calmly said dancing around the cars in the lot.

“Wait, but I couldn’t get it off before. How’d he take the ring off?” I asked giving the ring a tug to reaffirm my beliefs.

“Oh, anybody except the Ringmaster can take the ring off,” she said as if that was obvious.

“So could Molly just put on the ring and fix my arm?”

“No, since the damage to your arm was a consequence of the ring it wouldn’t fix it. And removing the ring would likely cause the damage to become permanent since the ring’s magic is the only thing healing it,” she held the door open for me.

So much for that idea. “So the robber never put the ring on?”

“No, Ringmaster Paul called out for someone to stop him. Some guy ran in and tackled him. The ring, with me along for the ride, rolled away never to be found. Well not never,” she said pointing at my hand. “I could see Paul pass by from time to time, still looking for the ring. But I couldn’t help from inside the ring, I slowly moved along with the rain and even got picked up by a bird once. Then you found me and put me on and tada!”

“I almost feel bad for Paul, losing such an incredible power.”

Regina was already grabbing stuff from the racks to try on, “I don’t. He never had any fun. Just occasionally using the ring to bring home a lady. Really he seemed to have a rather limited imagination.”

She stepped into the changing room. “So you don’t like all the Ringmasters?” I asked through the door.

“Oh no, not even close. A lot of them have been prudes, idiots, or just terrible people. Sometimes all three,” she laughed.

I gulped unsure if I really wanted to ask the first thing that came to my mind. I had to know though, “Do you like me?”

Silence hung in the air. The door swung open. Hot damn! Regina was standing there in a rather revealing set of lingerie, I didn’t even see her pick that up. She sauntered over to my seat, leaning over giving me an eyeful of her cleavage. “Absolutely,” she placed a hand on the back of my neck pulling me in for a kiss. My worries washed away, the thought of boring old Paul looking for the lost ring faded into the back of my mind. She dragged me up from my seat and we made our way into the changing room together.

Her hands roamed my body. Tingles of excitement rushed out from every point of contact. My back rested against the wall, my good hand gripped her ass. She kissed my neck as her hands slipped under my waistband. Knowing the rest of the store was just on the otherside of the door, I tried my best to keep my own moans of pleasure under control.

We toyed with each other, my orgasm was on the brink of overtaking me when someone knocked on our door. “You can’t be doing that in there,” a young woman’s voice called out. I froze up, having to smack away Regina’s advances. The white-haired nympho didn’t stop after the knock until I **** her off me.

I smoothed my shirt back down before I whispered, “Finish up real quick.” I slipped out of the changing room.

The store worker gave me a knowing smirk before she turned to walk away. I tried my best to hide, catching other customers giving me glances. My embarrassment just grew by the moment, I was about to pull Regina out when the door opened again. She had a handful of dresses and lingerie in her arms. “I think just these,” she said.

I tried to disappear when the same worker checked us out at the register. She bagged up Regina’s selections, giving us knowing looks the whole time. “Have a good day,” she said handing us the bag.