Find Holly

The strangest fantasy pops into Theresa’s mind. She sees Holly nestled between her legs licking away at her sex. It is an odd vision for a straight girl, who found the thought of lesbianism appalling. Still she wants her and that means Holly will be hers.

She heads toward Holly’s apartment. As she gets close she spots an adult clothing store. She stops, mesmerized by the latex catsuit in the window.

A bell rings as she enters the store, as if to announce her presence. Theresa quickly finds a salesgirl.

“I’d like the catsuit you have in the window.”

“There’s a dressing room in back. I’ll get it for you. Do you need help?”

Theresa looks her in the eyes. “You will help me and you find me sexually attractive.”

The salesgirls eyes widen as if in revelation. “I’ll be right back with it.”

Theresa steps into the dressing room and allows her dress to fall to the ground. She turns to the mirror and admires the intricate tattoo of a bat which simply appeared by magic.

The salesgirl steps inside. Her eyes widen. “Would you like me to help oil you up?”

Theresa nods.

She puts oil on her hands and begins rubbing it on Theresa’s legs. The attention arouses her. The salesgirl works her way up toward her sex. Theresa peers down at her and meets her eyes.

“You want to please me. I want you to lick my pussy.”

The girls eyes widen. “Can I taste you?”

Theresa grins. “Please do.”

The salesgirl begins licking her eagerly. She clearly has some experience and soon Theresa is on the edge of orgasm and wondering why she had been against lesbianism.

Her thirst rises.

She cums with a mighty moan. She looks down and again meets the salesgirl’s eyes.

“You want to be my little ****.”

She nods dreamily and mouths. “Yes.”

“Show me your neck.”

The salesgirl tilts her head aside. Theresa licks her lips, staring her taut, pale, neck. She kisses the girl, tasting her sweat, feeling her heart beat. It races as she teases the girl’s neck with her fangs. Thirst overtakes her and she sinks them into her vein.

She exhales and moans in pleasure.

Theresa withdraws, leaving a pair of bloody puncture wounds. She stares into the girls eyes. “You belong to me. You will help me.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Theresa slides the catsuit on with the salesgirls enthusiastic help. Her body seems to mold itself to the latex, making her look even sexier.

“I want it. You’ll pay for it won’t you, pet?”

“Of course. It was made for you, Mistress!”