First off, you should ease her to your presence a little

I lift my rear off the stairs and hover there to non-verbally hint that I'm considering leaving, adding: "Am I making you uncomfortable? I can go if you..." -but she interrupts me: "NO! No, it's... It's fine. It's totally fine."

Getting the message, I slowly lower myself back down.

How could I ever have guessed this would be so awkward? How should I have known that this would be the direction some choose to take in their lives as Released? That is, the life of complete and utter perversion, if I'm extrapolating correctly from what I know of Dahlia thus far. I mean sure, earlier I got a blowjob from Mary, but I definitely didn't get her to do that to me on purpose. Besides, once a lady starts sucking, and that well no less, who the hell would interrupt?

That's an another part of this Released business that confuses me: Can I get people to do things they otherwise wouldn't? Was Mary enough of a slut that she was ready to do that to me to begin with, and my Release only made it so that she has no trouble doing it when there's others around? I find that hard to believe, since I know her as a faithful and happily married woman. Still, some feel so repressed by living that kind of life that they moonlight in some crazy shit. All I can guess is that the Release turned her "ew, hell no!" into an "eh, why not". I'm wondering if I can get people to do things that they know will result in physical harm, though, or even their deaths. Hopefully not, because if I could then so could any other Released, and that's something I don't even want to imagine, if some psycho becomes a Released. I can only assume Phantom Window intentionally chooses those to Release who would never use their newfound power for something like that.

Great, I'm doing it again. Enough with the monologue; there's an another Released sitting right next to me. Why don't I ask her to explain some things? She must have been doing this longer than me, judging by her apparel and behavior.

Having grown some balls, I'm just about to say something, but some rain interrupts me. Looks like I hesitated for too long. It's a fairly thin drizzle, but the air is getting noticeably cooler. Looking over at Dahlia, I implore: "We should really get indoors." She would probably already have moved somewhere warmer if I hadn't interrupted her.

She nods in my general direction without looking me in the eye, and I stand up with my hand over her shoulder, to which she responds by lifting her own pink asscheeks off the red stairwell. She doesn't seem to mind being touched, despite acting a little shy. Quite the opposite, she's positively cuddly! As soon as she feels the wind pick up, she huddles closer to me, grabbing my arm and holding on to it tight. We walk in tandem across Times Square into one of the buildings, what looks like a shopping alley that I don't remember the name of right now.

As soon as we get into warmer air, Dahlia lets go of me and skips ahead, the hem of her shirt flapping over what I can now see is one impressive butt. Cute, shapely, round, not too big, everything I love about asses. Strange thing, she is, hardly speaking a word to me, choosing instead to prance around like a child through a toy aisle. She stops and looks over her shoulder to see if I'm coming. She must have seem me check her rump out, as while she's waiting there, she suddenly bends over a little and pulls her buttcheeks apart, flashing me her cunt and asshole, only to let go of her plump glutes just a second later so that they silently clap together. She skips down the hall, giggling with youthful glee. After that snipe at me with a jolt of arousal, I try to gather myself while shuffling forward over the tiled floor. Does she want me to fuck her right now, or what? I have no idea how to deal with someone who behaves like that. I feel like my pants are just going to rip apart at any moment under the weight of my pulsating flesh.

As I jog forth to catch up with her, I see her begin to... Actually, I'm a little thrown off by what she's doing. She's occasionally stopping by some random pedestrians and- for the lack of a better expression- sampling their goods. That is, she gropes and grinds against passing shoppers, both men and women. All of the people she pays attention to seem more or less attractive, so she's intentionally avoiding the unsightly ones, unsurprisingly. Then, a glare in her eyes reveals that she's noticed someone particularly interesting.

I watch her yank down the shorts and underwear of some tan and long-haired guy, leaving him in just a yellow tank-top, fiddling with his cock and balls from behind while pressing her face into his ass.

"Pfft..!" -I snicker, having some trouble keeping a straight face through the ridiculous act, despite it also being a relatively hot one, this bottomless nerd girl now fingering herself while getting the jock under her attention hard as a rock. I'm going to have to accept the possibility that she's rimming him as well, but I can't be sure. The guy does nothing to stop this or to even acknowledge that he's being molested in public, despite that he's talking with what I'm guessing are two of his friends, who are equally accepting of this guy's rock-hard dick now pointing at them while some stranger of a woman is giving it a handy. I sit down onto a bench to watch the show unfold, not really intending to drag her away. This is too good.

You know what? Fuck it. Nothing's stopping me, and they're getting really hard to ignore at this point, so I start taking my pants off to follow Dahlia's sense of fashion, slipping them past my shoes. I'm not taking those off. The pointlessly tight jeans out of the way, I'm now bottomless, my erection bopping idly while I watch Dahlia work. Should I put my little buddy to work as well? There are some good-looking and well-dressed ladies about, as this isn't exactly the cheapest part of town. Christ, to have so many people walk right by my erect dick, only to the sight of it to be fully accepted by each and every one of them as they visually fondle it, makes me feel... Both invulnerable and incredibly **** at the same time. The feeling is difficult to put into words.

Still, the thought of grabbing a woman and just **** her so impulsively... Well, is it really **** if she doesn't care in the slightest about what's happening? Great, now I'm starting to worry about morality. Dahlia clearly does not care. Looks like she's moved on to sucking on the guy's dick while fingering his ass. She pulls her head off the dude's fuckstick when noticing I've eased off my dress a little, her face lighting up with delight. I'm still a little bashful over the situation, my legs squeezed together while I fidget in the chair awkwardly, my penis sticking out from between my thighs. She yells: "Take your time, I'm not in a hurry!" -and dives back down onto the dick that was prodding her cheek. If I was to judge by the speed she's bopping her head at, she looks like she's in a hurry.

I guess that's one way to break the ice. Alright, let's start slow. I'm my own nemesis right now.

I stand up off the bench and take a walk around the indoors shopping alley with my boner on display, my hands in the pockets of my jacket, taking in the exhibitionistic thrill of turning my hips first one way and then the other, my cock meeting someone new's gaze every time. I'm never gonna get tired of this. Fucking hell, I'm turned on; no wonder Dahlia is always like that. I'm starting to see the appeal now.

She's still there, by the way, giving the long-haired guy a blowjob. Kind of has a surfer dude vibe to him, not actually that bad looking... Woah, what are these thoughts? Am I just turning into as much of a perv as her just from seeing her at work? Then again, it's not like homosexuality would be any more deviant than what me and Dahlia are already doing. I get a little closer to the pair to observe them more directly. Dahlia really looks to be enjoying the activity, as does the surfer guy. He's making weird faces while taking in her pleasuring, gently panting away and 'going with the flow', true to his looks, as he's ever-so-slightly thrusting forward into Dahlia's slobbering mouth. His speech slurs a little every time a wave of pleasure passes over him as he talks about something mundane and vapid. Eventually he seems done with the story he was telling and one of the other two starts with hers.

I browse the surfer dude's friends: a rather thin blonde guy and a girl who looks a little bimbo-ish, also blonde. They're both relatively lightly dressed: on the girl are booty shorts, a crop-top, and those stupid-looking brown winter boots that are all the rage right now. The other guy's got sweatpants and a turtleneck. I shrug and kneel down right in front of the blonde girl, pushing my hands under her shirt, slithering my fingers under her bra and testing her tits. They're nothing special, but they're nice enough to squeeze. I lick the exposed part of her belly, making her jump a little when my tongue hits her navel just as she's talking: "Yeah, I wanted to show her I wOOOUldn't take that shit no more, so I told her I wouldn't pay for it..." Since her two friends can clearly see what me and Dahlia are doing, they seem as perfectly accepting as ever, nodding and chuckling at her story as they listen to it, rather than the slurping of Dahlia's tongue over one of their friends' balls as he's now being deepthroated. I continue exploring the blonde's body at my will, getting a little drunk with power.

Dahlia yet again pulls away from the dick she's sucking and looks me dead in the eye, then at my boner, and at my eyes again. She says: "Wanna have a go at him, Lewis?" I reel back in shock, almost falling on my ass, snapping me out of my lust-induced trance. I'm not sure what to think of her so casually asking me, just your average John Doe here, to blow this guy. Not only have I never even thought of getting all gay-like, why's she assuming I of all people would be interested? Was I looking at him like I wanted to take her spot? I think I was, actually, so she's not too far off. She notices I'm disturbed and mumbles: "Sorry..." -under her breath, looking a little guilty, and goes back to work with her living toy. I guess she genuinely thought there was nothing strange with asking that. The guy looks like he's nearing his limits and about to blow. For the record, so am I, but I really don't know what I should do. This is thoroughly unexplored territory for me.