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Looking around to make sure no one was about, she opened the door and swung her knees around placing her heels on the black slab. Standing up, she pulled the stretchy dress down her sides and back as far as it would go, just glad it got closer to her knees at least.

Walking around the running car, Vyki grabbed Mistress’s, turned of the car, closed & lock the doors. Placing the keys in Mistress’s purse, she slung the strap over her shoulder, took, a deep breath, turned towards the entrance on the other side of the vast parking lot, plastered a smile on her face, and began thinking of those inane silly cartoons as she focused on her trained gait whole trying to not be distracted by her crotch.

Vyki could see movement all around her periphery but she vowed not to let it distract her from Mistress’s mission. She even giggled a bit thinking of a desert bird foiling a canine’s traps letting the episode replay in her mind.

At one point, Vyki did her a wolf whistle reminding her briefly of the men on the balcony of the motel and blushed a bit thinking their propositions to her, but she continued on.

However, Vyki’s stride was broken as she heard a smash beside her as a pickup truck 2 aisles over crashed into a cart return. The wife in the passenger seat seemed to be berating the husband profusely for damaging their car. At one point, Vyki thought she saw the woman gesturing in her direction but she thought it was just her animated mania as she chastised him. Remembering her task at hand, Vyki whipped her head around to let the breeze blow her hair back as she resumed her smile and sashayed to the front door; her lust re-infused by the breeze blowing the perfume through her hair into her face. Visions of her between Mistress’s thighs in the garage ran through her mind again; panting further and smiling wide as she thought of it.

As the automatic doors swiped open, Vyki’s eyes adjusted to the internal lighting and saw Mistress at the customer service counter.

Hearing the tell tale click click click of her high heels, Molly immediately turned to entrance knowing no one else besides the two of them were wearing such **** heels in this vaunted realm of masculinity. However, as she saw her feminized husband walk in her mouth dropped open matching the expression of every man around her that had been called by the sex allure of high heels.

Seeing Vyki walk towards her in the dress she had intended to wear herself this evening, Molly felt she had dodged a bullet. Yet, how she walked in her with such pose, comfort, bliss completely amazed Molly. The dress seemed to do very little blocking the florescent lights from illuminating Vyki’s nipples as her areolas were clearly distinguishable. Furthermore, it was easy to tell her corset design and straps. But the tiny reflective straps and strips of her thong clearly indicated her chosen underwear’s ability to frame her fit ass as it ran between her cheeks.

With her Mistress in view and her limited focus unable to look elsewhere, Vyki didn’t notice the looks of anyone around them. Instead, she kept up her smile, even broadened it further as she tried exaggerating her hip sway further to try to appear the good slut for Mistress. Walking right up to Mistress, able to look her eye to eye with their respective heels, she stood before. Looking down as she pulled the purse down her arm, Vyki held the purse out and said, “your purse…” in her high-pitched cutesy voice as she slightly tilted her head up looking through her lashes at Mistress and smirked as she finished, “Mistress.”

Molly’s mind exploded. Seeing her walk in here with such poise and confidence, letting her beauty and exposure act as if it's completely normal. Strutting her body over here as if she had no other worry or care. Then finally taking a submissive stance, deferring to her as the top, and then using such an obvious kink title. If she didn’t know it was her cocky, arrogant husband and Dom of over 20 years, she would never have believed it. Yet here she was serving, deferring to, and submitting to her in the most masculine of vanilla settings as if it were second nature. All these thoughts ran through her mind in the blink of an eye as memories of today were juxtaposed of play sessions and trips in the past. Vanilla situations, the restaurant, dungeon sessions, the shopping trip, bedroom time, the garage. Molly felt a virtual gush between her thighs thinking of how much power she seemed to have over this creature before her. In that moment, she wanted more from her.

Grasping the girl’s wrist that was holding the purse with one hand, she pulled her barely dressed body into her as her other hand pulled her head up while she kissed her so deeply that she was sure she could taste her tonsils. Hearing the gruff, “damn” behind her broke her out of her spell for a moment as she pulled back from the girl, the two of them panting together. “Good girl,” Molly stated as she sensually slid her hand down the girl’s as she held the purse with her.

From the peanut gallery, Molly could hear some punk mutter, “fucking lesbians; bunch of teases.” Instantly darting her head around in the direction of the voice, Molly shot a poisonous look at the trio. One soft boy easily buckled under her stern gaze and started pointing silently at the neanderthal sporting the mullet of all things.

Molly looked directly at him and stared him down, “think you couldn’t get us because we’re lesbians, boy? No, you just don’t measure up.” The guy tried to dismiss her, but that just fed more into Molly’s inflated high. “You might be surprised at just how into cocks my slut here is.” Turning back to face Vyki who’s smile was still there, but her eyes had gotten wide. “How guy’s crotches have you physically been in contact with just today, slut?”

Vyki was suddenly surprised by her asking this in such a public place, but she realized she had opened the door by her brazen use of Mistress’s title. Bowing her head in embarrassment, realizing how promiscuous she has been in her short feminine life. She quietly answered, “3, Mistress.”

“What was that, sweety? No reason to be ashamed; we’re all adults here,” Molly said as she looked around the crowd at the now very attentive men.

Clearing her throat, Vyki announced more prominently, “3 men, Mistress.”

Molly then chuckled a bit, “oh, no, girlie. Did you forget about that man you hooked up with in the grocery store parking lot? Or your encounter with the Motel manager? That’s 5 cocks today by my count that will definitely not forget you and the sun hasn’t even set, yet.”

While totally factual she had made contact with the men’s crotches, Vyki cringed at the realization of the implication and considered disputing the point but was afraid that trying to argue with Mistress would end poorly in this situation and just nodded her head embarrassed as she fiddled with her now empty fingers since Mistress took the opportunity to open her purse for her ID as the men stood silently gawking at them.

Placing her ID on the counter, Molly announced to the apparent manager, “now, are you ready to finally release my order to us so my girl and load up the car while we work on fixing your billing issue?”

The manager finally realized Molly was talking to him when she cleared her throat with an icy stare that would normally chill him to the bone if not for the boner in his pants. “Uh, yes, uh, of course, miss.” Looking at the motley crew of guys all seeming to stare at them, he knew he had to get this spectacle out of here before some kid came in here, or worse a ‘Karen’, if he wanted any productivity to get done. He also knew a fight would break out trying to ‘assist the customer’ if he doesn’t designate someone.