Let's do this thing

Pulling up to the chain restaurant, Vyki sighed trying to figure out if she was really up for this. On the ride over, she was at least relieved from having the Gadget do anything, but Molly took the opportunity to get a rundown of the last night. The car ride was long enough that Vyki was able to go from Katie having to run out to setting up the party and Lou showing up earlier to getting drinks & everyone bailing because of Molly to going to the haunted house and club. Luckily Molly was willing to forgo details at the moment and Vyki was able to make it all the way to waking up this morning as they pulled in.

As Molly was driving, she had to keep reminding herself it was her husband telling her these tales and not some flighty friend relating her latest dalliance with her new beau. Regardless, she was glad she couldn’t use the gadget yet; she was already thinking how many times she would trigger it to reinvigorate Paul’s memories and tease him. She was sure she could get him to relive just about any of it and maybe even re-experience his first anal orgasm. Without Paul’s rails keeping her in check, she was scaring herself what she was envisioning. Regardless, she was the one in control and she was going to keep it sane.

In any event, here they were. Just a couple of ladies out for a meal, Molly told herself. Well, if she’s going to be the one in control, she better play the part to. “K, lets check the charge,” pulling up the app it was already up to 100%. “Wow! That charged fast; lets get you unplugged.” Jumping into her role, Molly said with a devilish grin, “show me your pussy, slut.”

Vyki’s eyes went wide and shook her head at her wife before lifting her dress up and moving the panties to the side so Molly could get to the cable connection that was going to the USB port.

Reaching over Molly chuckled again at the label on the panties as she pulled the cable down as it popped out of the hidden port from the very real looking faux anatomy. “I am impressed Lou found that,” Molly said poking at the faux lips, “maybe he can find a real clit.”

“Gah!” Vyki giggles at Molly before she looks up and sees people walking in front of the car. Yelling, “shit!” she tosses her dress down to cover up between her thighs. Luckily the people kept walking by.

“See, slut,” Molly responds sarcastically when she sees them walk by too. “Nothing to worry about.”

With people out of view, Vyki takes the oppurtunity to lift up the dress to fix the panties back into place. She was surprised at how nervous she actually got, but she guesses that is what Molly normally deals with.

“By the way, I doubt you want me to call you ‘slut’ in public, but ‘Paul’ doesn’t exactly fit you. What name did you pick again?”

“’Vyki’,” Vyki responded flatly hoping she would honor it.

“Huh, k, ‘Vyki’ it is.”

“Also, Vyki, since I have control,” Molly says as she waves her phone with the Gadget up running, “you can call me ‘Molly’, but you can also use ‘Miss’ or ‘Mistress’ if you’d rather.”

“What? No ‘Ma’am’?” Vyki asked sarcastically.

“No, that makes it sound to maternal to me; besides, it’s habitual to do that to ladies with your Southern upbringing. The others will have more meaning.”

Vyki giggled a bit at that, “think I’ll stick to ‘Molly’.”

“Oh! Live a little! Give one a try.”

Vyki just rolled her eyes and kept up the sarcastic sass with a “yes, ‘Mistress’,” as the Vadget roared to life and she gasped feeling waves up and down pulsing high and low in multiple levels that her mind could barely process before it finally stopped and she found herself panting as her heart was racing and she realized she wasn’t breathing.

“It's different when there is a human behind the controls and not just demo, huh?”

Vyki nodded her head emphatically wondering what she just signed herself up for.

“Perfect!” Molly said manically as she opened her car door, “lets eat; I’m starving!” and got out of the car.

Vyki sat there for a moment trying to figure out if there is something else she should do to get out of this before she felt a pulsing <z-z-zap>. Looking out the window, she could see an impatient Molly waving her in.

Seeing her husband hesitate she sent another zap to encourage him to move. Once he finally opened the door, she said, “don’t forget your purse, Vyki.”

Noticing Molly also had her purse, Vyki figured it would look weird if she didn’t have one too; not like this dress had pockets. Grabbing the purse, she swung her legs out and stood up. Her heels clicking over to the sidewalk, she was almost disappointed not to feel the vibrations. She always found it hot to hear a woman’s heels clicking as she walked. Without the physical stimulation, she couldn’t discount her arousal to that and instead just had to acknowledge her own fetish with every step.

Once Vyki caught up with Molly, Molly brought up, “I’m surprised they put that electrical pulses in there, but glad to know at least the lowest settings work.”

“Oh, they put them in there. Damn thing sucks,” Vyki said trying to hold the hem of her dress down in the cool October wind. It was mid-day and warm for this time of year, but she still felt a chill in the summertime dress.

As they got near the door, Molly whispered to Vyki, “so, should we be a couple or just friends?”

“Wha?” Vyki asked surprised by the question.

“For appearances, should we be an open lesbian couple or just friends?”

“Uh, I don’t know, Miss,” Vyki said emphasizing Molly’s role in this, “this is your show.”