Clothes and more ... But first? ...

“Wha .. Wha '… What ...,” Brenda stuttered as the hazy fog was clearing from her addled brain.

Nicolette was already holding Brenda's blouse open, assisting an arm into one of the sleeves. “We did have plans to go shopping … right?” Nicolette eased Brenda's other arm into the blouse, taking time to sweep Brenda's long hair from beneath the fabric, combing her fingers through its length as it draped between the shoulder blades. “You've got such beautiful hair,” Nicolette whispered into a nearby ear, visibly raising tiny bumps along the delicate exposed flesh, as well as bringing a rosy hue to the surface.

Brenda wasn't sure whether it was the compliment, or the hot, sultry heat attacking her flesh, that was causing her to shudder. The heated encounter between the two was still fresh in her brain; coupled with the addition of Dana, however, made her feel like she was in another whirlwind of questions and emotions. Unable to formulate any formidable thoughts or expressions, she just allowed Nicolette to lead her. Helped to her feet, she allowed Nicolette to slip the skirt over her naked hips. Next were the sandals which had apparently slipped off during the tryst. “Where,” Brenda stuttered again, looking around almost frantically, “Where are my panties?”

Nicolette chuckled lightly, grabbing Brenda by the hand and leading her out of the living room. “Oh! I hope you don't mind. I gave them to Dana as a souvenir.”

The rush of embarrassment spread quickly over Brenda, causing her to wonder how fucked up the relationship between Nicolette and her husband really was. “Where is he now?” Brenda managed to finally form a complete sentence without stuttering.

“Oh! He's in the car, waiting for us!” Nicolette stated the fact as if it was perfectly normal for this type of behavior, while Brenda was still struggling to make heads and tails out of it all.

“I … I thought … I thought it was a girl's outing together?” Brenda had resumed sounding like a babbling bimbo once again, and she hated herself for it. Nicolette was always so composed and in control, and that nagging trait constantly confused Brenda.

It was then that Nicolette grabbed the two glasses sitting on the table, already having been refilled, and handed one to Brenda. “It is,” Nicolette proclaimed. “We can't be drinking and driving! Dana's going to be our designated driver.” With that said, Nicolette led Brenda through the doorway and to the driveway, where Dana was waiting behind the wheel. Brenda was ushered into the rear seat of the SUV on the passenger side, while Nicolette took her spot behind her husband. With the two women safely contained in the back seat, Dana put the car in gear and headed to their intended destination.

Nicolette made a point to remind Brenda that they were each holding drinks in their hand, which needed to be consumed. They shared a few moments of quiet solitude, sipping and staring at each other. Brenda finally managed to gather her wits and prioritize some of the questions still floating in her head. She wanted to know more about Nicolette, even more so now that the similarity between the two had become so apparent.

“I don't know how you do it,” Brenda finally managed to utter. “This whole experience with Mac has me so shaken and confused, seemingly running in circles; yet, you seem so in control, so confident, so sure of yourself! I don't know how you do it. How can you keep it together with so much chaos, and still ...” Brenda turned her head towards Dana, without directly looking at him, before looking back to Nicolette, “you know … keep a relationship?”

Nicolette displayed a warm and sincere smile towards her counterpart. This was truly a moment she had long been waiting for. She did dearly want a 'sister' so-to-speak-of, in order to share her femininity with. She hadn't always been the dominant, alpha personality. Quite the opposite. She had been meek, quiet, and almost submissive. She was never outwardly adventurous with her sexuality, but was inwardly curious. Nicolette began in earnest, relating all of this to Brenda, with a feeling of weight being relieved from her shoulders, able to share her story with, hopefully, someone who would understand. Up until this point, no one had filled that capacity for Nicolette.

“It wasn't until Mac and his companions entered our lives that it all changed,” Nicolette continued. “I quickly realized there was no way out, and that only I could do anything about it. Mac is a shrewd negotiator, and I can see how Dana … and Mitch … succumbed to him so easily. Mac will NEVER allow them to be free of his grip; especially when he gets what he wants out of the deal.” Nicolette took another sip of her drink. “Once I came to the realization that it was sex, my body, and Dana's humiliation that Mac truly wanted, I only had two choices. It was either submit to the unending ****, or to gain some leverage. I chose the latter. I guess it was the survivalist in me.”

“So … one day I made up my mind and made an appointment to see Mac, just like Dana had said. Mac and I had a long, rational, conversation.” Nicolette now nodded her head towards Dana, “ I can't tell you the details of that meeting, but that's when I began to take control.” Nicolette continued trying to explain that it was out of need to survive that she had become so seemingly strong.

“But ...” Brenda interrupted politely, “how do you not feel like a prostitute?” This had been something that had been bugging Brenda since the ordeal began. Despite enjoying the adventures, she couldn't shake the notion that she was nothing more than a high class hooker.

Nicolette chuckled heartily. “Oh my dear!” Her hand reached across and gently caressed Brenda's cheek. “A hooker fucks total strangers for money or ****. I personally select the people I have sex with … aside, of course, those who Mac arranges for me.” Nicolette drew her hand back and smoothed out her sundress, cupping her tits as she did so, hefting them up for Brenda's inspection, her stiff nipples poking proudly forth. “Besides, if I'm into it … it's not work … the money is just a bonus!”

Staring straight into Brenda's eyes, commanding her undivided attention, even though she already had it, Nicolette purred ever so softly and conspiratorially; “Take control and own it … it's yours to enjoy … trust me ...” Nicolette nodded toward Dana once again in the front seat. “... they get off on you getting fucked by other men!” Nicolette regarded Brenda's shocked expression by nodding a knowing affirmation coupled with a girlish giggle.

If Brenda thought she could wrap her head around the situation, she now realized she was gravely mistaken. She thought she understood Nicolette's logic about taking control and enjoying the moment; it was something she had already managed to do, albeit ever so minimally.

'Picking out sexual partners?' As the question filtered through her consciousness, a multitude of male images began flickering in her mind. It was like someone was holding a deck of cards, with 52 different naked men pictured on each one, and the entire stack was being thumbed through, giving her only a split-second glance at each one. The possibilities were endless, yet the concept seemed unimaginable.

However, what Nicolette had just said, really rocked Brenda's vision of the world. 'They get off on you getting fucked by other men!' Could this really be true? The image of Mitch's cum arcing through the air the night before, suddenly flashed in her brain. 'Is that why he came so hard last night? Was he that excited watching me get fucked by Jermaine and Mac?' She had believed all along that it was Nicolette that provoked his response. But now … Now, she had to wonder? If it's true that Mitch gets off on her getting fucked by other men, then maybe … just maybe … she can be like Nicolette and 'take control!'

Brenda was sowing the seeds Nicolette had planted, each one taking root in her brain, absorbing the nutrients of desire and lust as the sprouts began emerging. She hadn't noticed that Dana had pulled off the interstate and was pulling into a strip mall, until he had announced their arrival, putting the SUV into an open slot near the middle of the strip, towards the back, where less cars were parked. She spotted the marquis, promoting the “Fashion Center,” a series of upper-end stores dedicated to every facet of upper-end fashion. The names of several well known stores were listed under the marquis, promoting clothing, lingerie, footwear, sportswear, formal wear, hair salons, nail salons, spas, and a couple healthy-type eateries. Brenda had heard of this mall, but had avoided it, feeling as if it may be a bit out of her class. Besides, until now, she had no real need to come here.

Brenda allowed Dana to open her door and hold her hand as she exited, unaware that she had flashed him a glimpse of her naked pussy as she clumsily swung her legs out of the car. It was only his awkward smile that alerted her of the faux pas, causing an equally awkward smile in response. Brenda was thankful for Nicolette's quick presence at her side, leading the way towards the stores.