Christy gets more attention

Aside from the man who’d eagerly licked her pussy, Hel’s prediction of going unnoticed appeared to hold true. Christy saw no one so much as look at her sideways, no one reacted, no one stared. She was nobody again.

This cooling down only made the situation a little bit easier to deal with. The City relentlessly pounded her senses with a rollercoaster of madness. At every turn there would be another sight she’d never have entertained the possibility of witnessing in real time, much less out in the street. Here, a woman was being eaten out, just like her previously, by some random stranger met seconds ago. Over there a couple would be rutting frantically, on the pavement leaning against the wall, on a town square beneath a statue, on the outside chairs and tables of a café; anywhere convenient people were meeting, politely expressing the desire to do each other, and getting right to it on the spot.

There was an all out orgy going on Kraken Square, a cluster of people, some dressed in their mutilated clothes, some nude except for snow boots, and winter coats lying everywhere around them, collecting snow. A man wanting to join merely had to unzip himself, say hello to whichever woman had caught his fancy (assuming she had a free orifice or two) and get into her. If there was a lone male standing there unattended, a woman passing by would come over and bend over for him, using someone’s back as a table to lean on. The foot of the Surgeon General’s statue was completely invisible for all the apes rutting in front of it, not one bothered by the snow, neither on the ground beneath them, nor in the air falling on top of them. No woman or even a nude man could be seen shivering, or if they were you wouldn’t notice from the vibrations of cock either penetrating them or shaking them by proxy, if someone being fucked rubbed up against them. It was an infernal mess of carnal chaos.

The commercial complex was right in the middle of a street half-way between proper old town and late pre-modern era. The block was built above the road sandwiched between the opposing façades of the street, so you could walk right under and past it without entering. The complex had two entrances on either side when you walked through. The space on the two ground floors was taken by whatever shops were small enough, and a variety of ways to reach the upper levels, escalators with steps, automated ramps, spiral stairways and a plain old elevator. Generally if you walked into the upper part of the commercial complex, you meant business. You had stuff you needed to buy. Thus, to Christy’s relief, it was quieter up inside there. Her fellow customers, though just as exhibitionist as she was feigning to be, were like her, in a hurry to get all their groceries out of the way.

She was just about done, just about getting used to ignoring the nakedness of others and her own, getting on with her life with a little bit less stress, when she felt a presence nearing her. As she stood before the stack of milk bottles, trying to decide which particular blend of phoney eco-friendly and full-creamed was within the appropriately dirt-poor price-range, someone walked by, slowed, and then came to stand beside her.

“H-hi.”

Christy turned her head to the right as far as her neck allowed without having to move the rest of her body. She didn’t want to open herself up straight away. Somewhere buried under a woollen coat at least a size too big, was a tall lanky lad with bastard hair, hair that cannot make up its mind between being curly or wavy, the worst kind of hair. It was also very greasy, although she suspected that was more due to hormones than lack of hygiene.

Here was the fucking dude (well, the other one), the fucking dude who’d give her a second thought rather than to any of all the huge-breasted ladies readily available everywhere else: a nervous, clueless teen. Not that Christy wasn’t clueless, but not that kind.

“Hello,” she said. She couldn’t bring herself to smile – she was almost as terrified of him as he of her – but kept her voice neutral. Even if the poor sod’s mind was corrupt like everyone else’s there was no need to hurt him. He did manage a smile, though, again, born out of nerves.

“I like your hair...” he said before his mouth failed him. Christy cringed; she must be among his first.

Her neck was hurting a bit, so she turned on her feet to face him. The gesture appeared to help him somewhat, and he dared add “I really like the colour. It’s unusual. My name’s Theo.”

“Hello, Theo.” She raced through all the different ways this might be going, and realized that, once again, she had the upper hand. Chrome Dome had confidently come to submit to her, and nervous Theo here was unconsciously projecting the same dynamic. He would do whatever she pleased.

“My name’s Christy. Would you like to, um, maybe do something with my hair, Theo?”

His face lit up and she wondered if she’d misjudged him. She nearly recoiled when he said “Oh, there’s lots I’d like to do with your hair-” but he quickly amended “With you, I mean...”

She had him where she wanted him. This could be over quickly. This was only the first man she would have to actively ‘placate’ as Hel had put it. She channelled her relief into a smile, and said “Would you like to see your cock near my hair, Theo? All hard and, maybe in my mouth?”

He couldn’t believe his eyes and it showed.