Yes, but a new assignment arose

With Mistress clearly out of site, Vyki turned to the bag with the new dress. Pulling it out, she found a slightly greenish yellow stretchy sheath of fabric. A few months ago, she would never had considered the small amount of fabric could ever cover much of her, but considering some of the stretch of her training shirts and items, she unfortunately had to admit it could work; sadly, she was pretty sure it might even go further down her legs that the current excuse of a damaged dress.

Looking out through the windows for anyone lurking around the vehicle, Vyki saw no one and the only motion was the squirrels that startled her as they jumped through the trees. Giggling at herself for being scared by something so cute. Sighing to herself, she slid the his strap off her dress off her shoulder and held the dress to her chest. Pulling the dress over her head, she pulled it down to her chest. With a fare amount of struggle and pull, she barely managed to pop the edge over her fake breasts as she pulled the other dress down. She leaned forward from the seat as she pulled the stretchy dress over the corset. Taking one more look around for onlookers, Vyki lifted her rear end off the seat and slid the dress over her ass. While she slid the old dress down her legs, she was almost relieved that the new clingy dress went all the way down to her mid thigh. Glad to finally have the other miniscule dress gone, she pulled down her legs, sliding to her heels before kicking it to the other side of the car.

Grabbing her purse, she pulled out her brush and compact, happily noting the key was still safely inside. Looking at the mussed wig in the tiny mirror, Vyki began trying to brush it out trying to mimic the style Katie had setup for her. While she was doing that, a foul stale cigarette and grim smell seemed to waft over the car. Flashbacks from the creep of the grocery store parking quickly entered her mind. Feeling the need to expunged that memory, she remembered the perfume Mistress gave her was still in her purse. Grasping it out, she quickly doused her hair in several squirts. Not sure that was really enough spread around her collar before spritzing the air in front of her.

That did the trick as the fresh scent quickly drove her mind to her resent escaped with Mistress in the parking garage. Picturing that, her breathing quickly increased as she began to breath more in. Wanting to almost drowned in the smell, Vyki continued spraying, covering her new dress. As she reached the hem, a naughty thought crossed her mind as she felt her trapped rod expand and rub against the vibrations even further; spreading her knees wide, Vyki sprayed several shots up the hem hoping to hit her panties. Seeing some of the spritz float upward, she pushed the container further up and a shiver ran up her body as shots of the cool mists hit her exposed, tender upper thighs; her natural body heat strongly contrasting the mistified concoction.

Vyki could feel her pulse quicken with every breath filled with the scent that filled the cat. Picking up the brush, she looked in the small mirror and with every stroke it seemed like the floral and musk exploded further into the compartment. Practically panting as she wiggled in her seat trying to find some way to encourage her engorged rod that was still being teased with vibrations towards either relief of release or cessation; however, her euphorically tortured mind received neither. With no other avenue, her brain tried to focus what little ability it has beyond the list that filled it.

Placing the brush in her purse, she saw the lipstick bounce around. Grabbing it out, she opened it and turned to look in the mirror trying to steady her lips in the reflection with her shaking hand.

However, she nearly dropped the lipstick and mirror when her phone suddenly chimed indicating a text message. Worried Mistress was about to come back before she finished, very carefully outlined her lips before filling them in. Checking for smudges, she’s was startled as her phones chimed again.

Carefully closing the lipstick and placing it & the mirror next to her, she picked up her phone from between the seats ensuring the charge cable remained in place. Unlocking, she saw two new messages from Mistress Molly:

M: Are you there?

M: Let me know as soon as you get this. These fuckers have screwed up royally.

Vyki knew Mistress must be pissed to bother texting so much frustration.

V: I’m here, Mistress.

Vyki stared at the screen anxiously worried that she had waited too long. Looking up from the screens at the stores entrances and glancing through the parking lot, she was she she was about to see a severe blonde stalking viciously through the parking lot for her. However, she was alerted to another text and turned back to her phone, relieved Mistress had more to send.

M: Good. Not only are they using the wrong rate they’re refusing to release the materials without state ID even though I clearly have the phone and authenticated account on it.

M: I need you to finish getting yourself looking pretty and bring me my purse with my DL in it.

Vyki shuddered at the idea of going in this store so close to home dressed like a slut, but she knew Mistress was dealing with an issue and couldn’t afford wasting time coming all the way out here just for her ID.

V: Yes, Mistress.

M: In fact make yourself look as sexy, bubbly, and happy as possible for your Mistress.

M: I need to play Good Slut/Bad Bitch with these Neanderthals to get them of their high horses.

Vyki suddenly felt the vibrations increase as the waves intensified and brought her mind further into its euphoric, blissful mess. Breathing deep lust and fervor seemed to envelope her as the perfume assaulted her senses. Only the chime of her phone seemed to pull her out of the deep end.

M: Be a good distracting slut for Mistress and you might just get your own reward.

Vyki knew she had to be on her best game for Mistress and dissuade anyone from crossing her.

V: Yes, Mistress. I will be right there.

Feeling two quick bursts from the Gadget just before the chime of the phone, Vyki deftly opened the message.

M: Good girl. Don’t forget the keys and lock up the car.

V: Yes, Mistress

Vyki promptly placed her phone down and picked up the compact and lipstick. Putting on another shiny coat to her tingling lips and fixing a few stray hairs, Vyki put everything back in her purse.