Back To The Adult Store

Lydia burst in the door grabbed a basket and rushed to the aisle she had browsed yesterday.

She was determined to make this quick wary of how easily she succumbed to temptation the day prior, wary she was now even more inclined today.

It seemed like a double-edged risk coming here, but in the end, Lydia figured if she was going to try and avoid succumbing further to her growing inclination to corrupt people, she had to hide herself a way.

Home seemed safe for that, Lydia wasn’t sure if it made a difference there what she did considering the hold the Idol seemed to have over those within its proximity.

Lydia was still feeling torn about whether or not to embrace being some sexual plaything, not just for her own pleasure but for the Idol’s use in spreading its reach, and empowering it.

The random assortment of sex toys in the basked bounced as it was slammed on the counter, and Lydia finally realized the clerk was no where in sight. Lydia felt antsy, she’d only stopped to get toys hoping to be able toe relieve her own tensions. Now she was trying to dismiss ideas of experimenting with them openly.

Or even asking someone to show her how to use one.

Pausing to actually pay attention to her surroundings Lydia noticed more to the clerk’s absence from the counter, or anywhere obvious stocking.

The moaning…

Lydia listened closely, full well aware of what she was hearing. But it sounded realer than the cheap speakers of the viewing rooms.

Slowly approaching the offset area with the viewing booth Lydia became more aware, the sounds clearer, the air feeling heavier, as if a suddenly humidity was setting in and trying to cling to her skin through her clothes. Then there was the smell, an earth scent laden with sex, tipped with a sharp alluring sweetness.

The private booths all hung open, mostly empty from what Lydia could see. The cacophony of those still airing something seeming muted versus the duo drawing all the viewers attention to the center of the corridor.

There a familiar halter top was on display, displaced stylishly from where it was designed to be worn. The red haired girl flaunting her hard nipples atop pointed peaked breasts moaned lavishly, gazing seductively through half lidded eyes at the gather audience as she ran her fingers through the bright blue tipped black hair of the face nuzzled beneath her pleated skirt.

The clerk was on all fours, helplessly lapping at Brandie’s pussy.

Little did Lydia know that Brandie was here, just like herself through the Idol’s manipulative guidance. But unlike Lydia, Brandie’s devotion left her eager and less inhibited to act. She had walked into the store, smiled and said high to the clerk, flirted a short bit before checking out the toys.

Next the clerk saw of Brandie was the red haired teen fucking herself in the middle of the viewing booths corridor with a toy, her own shock and stammered demands for Brandie to stop responded to with dominance that struck at the heart of the clerks own submission kinks.

From the moment Brandie commanded “Knees” and guided the clerk down the Idol had been able to take hold. Brandie fucking Billy had not just fueled the Idol more, but enhanced its direct corruption of Brandie. Much like Lydia she now exudes arousing and alluring pheromones, Brandie’s working more effectively through her own lewd willingness.

Brandie locked eyes with Lydia as she noticed her presence, smirking and nodding to the assorted cocks on display around them, being stroked with eagerness, their arousal stoked by the Idol’s corruption becoming anchored in this place, much like Lydia’s apartment, and work.

Standing up slowly, Brandie stroked a finger across her pussy and sucked on it with a smirk. With a downward glance at the **** moan followed by panting from the sprawled clerk as she just remained crouched on the floor.

Forehead burroeing down against the floor, the clerk was mortified. Thoughts swirling through her mind about what had come over her. She wondered how she could even show her face in the store after having been leered at while submissively eating a stranger’s pussy. Yet some how she felt unable to stop touching herself, regretting the lewd thoughts the she probably would go along with anything sexual someone wanted to do right now.

"Isn't she a delight." Brandie remarked strutting up to Lydia, smiling confidently and amused as Lydia shook her head no slowly. Brandie found it cute, seeing Lydia act so inhibited. Brandie was eager to unleash the woman who has lead her on to her current path in that strange dream last night.

"If she thought my pussy tasted good, just wait ‘til she tastes yours." Brandie lewdly remarked as she cane to embrace Lydia who suddenly found herself frozen still, her body feeling suddenly a buzz with energy from Brandie’s touch.

"You feel it, don't you?" Brandie's eyes went wide with crazed delight, her glistening white teeth baring in a predatory smirk. "The hunger."

Lydia felt mortified, and elated. She was frozen, fighting with all her restraint not to just throw herself into starting a sexual frenzy. Lydia could feel it, the energy in the air, some how she knew she could change it, manipulate it, use it to enhance and strengthen her pleasure, the embrace of her, and most importantly. Impede inhibition.

All the hard cocks being stroked on display, the obvious sexual arousal and humiliation at the newly tainted clerk on the floor. The eager and willing lined up lice a series of racers, just waiting for the green light. The gun shot. Some go.

The desire to be used, to be watched, to luxuriate in more than the minor embarrassment of the aroused clerk on the floor hammered at Lydia’s will...