At the mall, doing things

Marcie had woken up with a hangover a few times, but never from sex. What's more, she had never actually been with another girl before. Rather than freak out about this latter, though, she crawled out of Natalia's bed to the kitchenette, rehydrated and ate something (peanut butter on bread and a boiled egg from the fridge). Her damp tee-shirt had come off somewhere along the line too, because, when she woke up on Saturday morning, she found herself totally naked in her own bed, knowing only that she was thirsty and hungry again.

Toilet, shower, drink more water, brush teeth, brush hair - normal morning stuff, aside from the fact that she didn't bother to put clothes on. Natalia's door was still closed, the way she (thinks) she left it. Finally she allowed herself to think about what happened last night. The primal urges that made her go to town on Natalia's pussy, how she had cum more times in a row than she ever had before - more intensely than she ever had before. And the dreams that she had had afterwards!

Putting on a fresh tee-shirt in her room, Marcie tried to sort through the deluge of nonsense that she remembered from her dreams. Usually Marcie didn't remember her dreams, but these... if anything she remembered them so well that she wasn't sure some of them weren't actually memories. Given the strange things that had been happening...

Most of the dreams were a mixture of images and sensations, sexual contact and Marcie's naked body tangled with Natalia's naked body. However, there were a few parts that were more coherent. Vividly, she remembered being chained to a throne via a collar, otherwise naked, on the steps directly beneath a throne. Natalia had been sat upon the throne in leather and furs with a dainty tiara upon her head. When this queen or princess Natalia snapped her fingers and spread her legs, regardless of what else she was doing (talking to court dignitaries, listening to petitioners, etc.), dream Marcie would crawl up to the throne and eat out her mistress.

Then, with seemingly little transition, Marcie remembers she was in class, and had no clothing still, a classic "naked at school" dream, except Natalia was there, fully clothed in her school uniform. Helpfully, Natalia lifted up her skirt to reveal she had a huge penis, which became erect almost immediately. Dream Marcie was overjoyed with this and began vigorously stroking dream Natalia's cock until it bathed dream Marcie in ropes of sticky, fragrant cum, which she gladly covered her whole body with. In the dream logic, it was not only acceptable to be dressed in only cum, it was glamorous and desirable, and dream Marcie went through her school day dripping with pride (and semen) to the envy of her classmates.

Then, in another transitionless dream segment, she was walking into the school bathroom during class and, rather than toilet stalls, there were several naked girls on their knees on the bathroom floor, one of which was Natalia. "Hey, roomie! Thanks so much for your semen earlier!" Even though dream Marcie was wearing her normal school uniform now.

"No problem!" dream Natalia said from the floor, she still had a huge erection.

Dream Marcie walked up to dream Natalia and proceeded to pee on her, much to Natalia's delight - so much so that she shot cum up into the air like a fountain. And also, dream Marcie's dream mother was watching this from the corner of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe?

Marcie tried to shake off the strange dreams, they were a chaotic jumble of nonsense. The only thing that kept her coming back to them was the fact that they all seemed to feature Natalia, a girl she had known for three weeks and had never felt any attraction to before. Rationally, though, she thought it may be natural to have intense sex dreams about someone after a night of intense sex.

But why had she had sex with Natalia last night? This circular train of thought occupied her mind as she tried to put on pair after pair of pants from her drawer, throwing the garments she wasn't able to wear into a pile. Jeans, shorts, slacks, none of them could be worn according to her betrayer hands that refused to allow her to go through the motions of getting dressed. Finally, though, she got to a skirt. It was one of her school uniform skirts, the pleated, red, cotton-blend tartan skirt of Pacifica Coast Prep. This, her traitor hands would allow her to put on.

Overjoyed at this revelation, she attempted to slip on some panties underneath the skirt, but no, it seemed panties weren't allowed.

Now, looking at herself in the mirror, she was wearing a tight black tee-shirt with a band-logo on it, her school skirt, and was... pretty decent for going outside, which was good because she desperately wanted pancakes and syrup. Give me all the carbs! she thought. Idly, in autopilot for "getting ready to go out" mode, she attempted to put socks on as a precursor for putting on her boots. But no, this was also forbidden. Did she need to be barefoot, then?

Experimentally, she tried putting her bare feet into her boots, and this seemed to be allowed. But the problem was that her boots were super uncomfortable without socks. Sighing, she threw on a pair of flip flops and, super done with this entire exercise, decided to call herself dressed.

Digging a purse out of a box in her closet she hadn't unpacked yet (it was an obnoxiously pink pleather purse from high school, bleh!) and transferring her wallet, keys and things from her school backpack into it, along with her phone, she headed out. She hadn't used a purse in years. Not since she had started wearing guy jeans which, gloriously, had pockets. Now, it looked like she would be using purses again.

Outside, in the cool morning air, Marcie shivered feeling the slight wind billow her skirt and blow against her bare bottom and pussy. She was very aware of how underdressed she was.

Irrationally, she imagined that people would somehow tell she wasn't wearing panties. This caused her to blush as she went, walking around the back of the building toward the park, which was the shortest path she could take to get to the mall.

Name: Marcie Klein
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 122 lbs
Cup Size: C Cups
Kinsey Scale: 2
Relationship Status: Single
Dom/sub Alignment: Switch
Favourite Kinks: Bukkake (receiving), Semen Eating, Water Sports (giving)
Hobbies: Social Media, Reading (Romance), Live Music
Groups: Not Yet Available
Current Arousal Level: 23%
Current Activity: Shopping
Total Investment: 68 gems
Hotkeys:

• Flash Tits (10/10 per day)
• Summon (short walk; unlimited)

Customizations:

• Heavy Make-Out Hello
• Dreams of You
• Can't Wear Bras
• Can't Wear Panties
• Can't Wear Socks
• Only Wear Skirts
• SC: "This Slut"
• Oral Lover
• Pleasure Exposed Vulvas

Cutting through the park, Marcie entered the huge mall parking lot and, not used to walking in flip flops, felt like it took forever to get to the mall proper across the car park. Finally inside, she breathed a sigh of relief. Now, to breakfast!

But no sooner had she taken two steps inside did she see the shoe store and it's bright red sale signs. Her feet throbbed from the long walk in the uncomfortable flip flops. Maybe one detour...? she thought.

An hour later she was walking out of the store wearing a pair of more comfortable sandals that had both heel and ankle straps. Also she was carrying a bag with a pair of cute wicker wedgie shoes because they were 60% off! Her stomach grumbling, she set her sights on Greg's to get pancakes. Then she passed Hot Topic. Normally not a huge fan of the store, she remembered she did need a purse that didn't make her feel like her high school teenybopper self, and Hot Topic did have cheap shit, including purses...

She gave herself a time limit of five minutes, in and out, grab, buy, go, pancakes!

This started out great, she went in, found a $30 purse with some sort of cute vampire boy branding plastered on it, went to pay at the counter. However, in the few moments she had been in the store, a line had materialized at checkout and she found herself forth in line, where previously their had been no line whatsoever, the cashier girl had even been idly playing a game on her phone.

While waiting in line, she got a text from Natalia: "Where'd you go?"

Marcie explained the situation with a few short back and forths. Apparently Natalia still couldn't wear any clothes whatsoever. Out of pity, Marcie offered to bring her breakfast.

After too long waiting in line, Marcie finally got to the front of the line. The cashier was a goth girl Marcie was sure she had seen on campus at PCPA, mostly because there weren't that many goth girls at the prestigious "school for the gifted", which tended to base its applications on looks and nepotism as much as actual academic aptitude, meaning that any goth or other subculture student had to be something truly special. Marcie considered herself more industrial than goth, when she wasn't at school, and felt immediately embarrassed not wearing makeup in front of this trad goth girl. If anything, though, she consoled herself with the fact that the goth girl probably felt somewhat more shame than Marcie did right now, being that she was working at Hot Topic.

The cashier had a legit 1920s bob-cut that was black and streaked with auburn highlights, white pancake foundation, black eyelash extensions, black eyeshadow and eyeliner, painted on straight black eyebrows, black lipstick with tiny streaks of auburn and a low gauge silver septum piercing.

"Hi there," the cashier said, leaning across the counter on her elbows, chewing gum.

"Hi," said Marcie, leaning in to kiss her.

"What are you d- mmmf!" the cashier started to protest, but when Marcie's unpainted lips touched the cashier's black and dark red painted ones, all resistance seemed to stop. The cashier placed a hand behind Marcie's head, digging her fingers into Marcie's still damp hair. The cashier was wearing a dark grey pinstripe dress with a low neckline, super short skirt and short sleeves, and white nylon leggings and arm sleeves, so her arms and legs looked white as well. She had even gone to the extra effort to put white foundation on her neck, clavicle and cleavage to give the illusion of totally goth white skin. On her hands, she wore dark grey pinstripe gloves that matched her suit.

Marcie put a hand around the backside of the goth girl's neck and ran it down and around to the girl's cleavage, sliding a hand under her décolletage to feel that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She cupped the girl's breast in her hand as their tongues explored each other's mouths...

Pulling away at last, Marcie regained eye contact with the goth girl, smiling, as she wiped saliva off her mouth.

The cashier blinked several times, as though confused about what just happened, but when she opened her mouth, she stopped, as though she had lost the words she was going to say. Then she pointed to her own lips and said "Uh, you got some of my makeup on your lips, you look like you were sucking cock, babe."

Looking down into the mirrored surface of the countertop, Marcie saw that some of the girl's white pancake had come off on her hand, which she had accidentally transferred to her own face. Trying not to lose any more cred with this girl, Marcies shrugged and said: "what makes you think this slut hasn't been?"

The cashier snorted through her nose and made a meowling sound of approval. "Yeah, go girl, get some! Also, uh, I think you took my gum."

"Oh! Sorry!" Marcie moved to fish it out of her mouth and give it back to the girl.

But the goth girl held up her hands on the other side of the counter, shaking her head. "No, no! That's yours now, thanks, though. Can I ring that up for you?"

"Oh! Yeah! Anything to get rid of this pink nightmare," she put the vampire purse on the counter and indicated her current pink purse.

"Oh, I get it, babe," the cashier waved off having to explain further as she tried to run the ink-cartridge security tab over the magnet on the counter. A red light and a beeping sound indicated the magnet's failure to release the tab. It beeped again, and again, and again. "Ugh! Hang on, babe." The cashier turned completely around and bent at the waist to get something from under the other cashier station behind her. As she did so, she mooned her ass at Marcie, her super short skirt leaving little to the imagination. This revealed three things: 1) that her white leggings ended at the top of her thighs; 2) she was not wearing panties; 3) that she hadn't gone to the effort of putting white makeup on her butt or crotch.

Marcie's eyes went wide as she got a full, clear view of the goth girl's shaved pussy and bleached asshole. Compelled, Marcie leaned forward across the counter, but, finding that she couldn't reach with her mouth, reached out a hand to touch the cashier's exposed vulva.

"Whoa!" the cashier said, spinning around and up, taking the pussy out of Marcie's view, causing her to instead, fondle her own breasts. "What was that?"

"Uh... uh... this slut d-doesn't know. This slut don't know why she did that!" Marcie said, realizing it was the same compulsion that had made her eat out Natalia last night.

"Oh, I think I know what it was," the cashier said conspiritorially, giving Marcie a little wink. It looked like the goth girl had found what she was looking for, as she was now holding a device tethered by an electrical cable to the underside of the display counter. She used this device to remove the security tab from the purse. "There we go," she said.

"Um..." Marcie said, embarrassed and bewildered and scrambling for something to say. "Your outfit's amazing!"

"Thanks, babe! That'll be $32.78."

Marcie handed over her debit card from her hot pink purse. While ringing Marcie up, the girl's phone, sitting on the counter, started buzzing at her, which seemed to annoy the cashier. "Uch..." she said toward her phone in frustration. "Here's your receipt, did you need a bag?"

"Yes, please."

Again, the girl turned around, bent at the waist and flashed Marcie her nethers as she got a bag from behind the counter. "Here ya go," she said, standing back up again before Marcie could get another shot at her pussy. Her phone was buzzing some more.

"Do you need to take that?" Marcie said, fondling her breast with one hand and putting her new purse in the shopping bag herself with the other.

"Oh, thanks for understanding, babe, yeah." The Hot Topic goth snatched up her phone and started playing some sort of phone game. "If I don't hurry all my energy is going to expire."

Marcie took the bag from the counter and watched the girl play the game for a few seconds. She seemed really into it. Seeing that there wasn't a line behind Marcie, she lingered. "Looks like a fun game."

"Yes!" the cashier punched the air to the sound of trumpeting victory sounds from her phone. "Level twenty seven! Oh yeah, I didn't used to like it, you know?" she lifted her skirt, showing off to Marcie, once again, that she wasn't wearing panties for a brief moment. "But, you know, you get used to it. And the prizes are amazing. What level are you at?"

Dumbstruck, and fondling her breasts again, by both the casual display of the girl's pussy and the question, Marcie stammered for a second. "Wha- what do you mean?"

"Oh come on, that kiss earlier? You diddling my vag? Than yourself? You're a Gem-head too, yeah?" she turned her phone around to show Marcie. On the screen, a little avatar of the goth girl, wearing her pinstripe dress with its short skirt, was jumping for joy and throwing confetti. Every time she jumped the little digital skirt would flutter upwards, showing off the avatar's digital pussy. "You know, Gem Ladies? You obviously play, bet you're not wearing panties right now either. What's your screen name? I'll friend you, we can play co-op some time."

Having explained to the goth girl cashier, Avery, that she did not, in fact, even know what Gem Ladies was, and that, no she wasn't wearing panties or a bra, but it wasn't by choice, some things began to click into place. When Marcie explained her trouble, and her roommate's trouble, with putting on clothes, Avery nodded and said that's something Gem Ladies did as a punishment, your hands would refuse to put on items of clothing that the game deemed off limits for reasons of punishment. Punishments were given for failing levels. However, prizes were given when levels were won. When levels were won, the player was rewarded with spins of the slot machine, which could result in tokens. Tokens were used to remove punishments or convert into another game currency called gems, with which they could buy prizes in another app by the same developer, Girl Market. There, you could buy truly useful things, like: "Enhanced Pheromones" which could attract the type of partner you wanted; "Breast Expansion" both permanent and temporary; "Cram Session" which would download an entire night of studying directly into your brain instantly; "Of Course I'm 21", which allowed them to get past ID checks for bars; "Get Off My Back" which could help a girl with their parents, teachers or bosses; or digital gift cards and download codes for digital goods.

"That's probably what happened to you, some griefer probably purchased a bunch of 'transfer' tokens, and used them to transfer their punishments to you. But I've never known this to happen to anyone without a SuccuLabs account already. Are you sure you haven't seen any weird apps download to your phone recently? Gem Ladies? SuccuLab OBN? Ruby Momma? Flick-It? Gem Pets?"

"No, no, no! This slut didn't get anything like that!"

"Huh," Avery shrugged. "Well, here, give me your number, I'll text you a join link to GM, you can download any of the SuccuLab apps from there if they accept you."

"What do you mean, 'accept' this slut?"

"They can be real particular sometimes, think they do some kind of preapproval sometimes before someone can see their marketplace. Probably some Dark Web bullshit or aliens or some shit, ya know?"

"This slut... uh... she means..." not having the mental ability to respond to such concepts being thrown about so casually as "space aliens, you know?", she instead just went through the social ritual of giving someone their number so they could text each other back and forth.

"There you go. My friend Naomi started a club for Gem-heads on campus. We meet in room 324 at lunch time and on Fridays after school. You should drop by on Monday, yeah?"

"Uh... o-okay..."

Taking her shopping bags, Marcie went to go get pancakes.

Holding her shopping bags in one hand, and the food bags in the other, Marcie cut across the park with a lot to think about. It all seemed too strange. Too surreal. But there it was. And, lacking a better explanation, she had to take Avery at her word. But still...

Up ahead, there was some kind of commotion. A group of shouting, cheering people were gathered in a circle at the intersection of three of the paths in the park. As she got closer, the nature of the shouting and cheering drew more and more of her attention away from her thoughts. Were those cat-calls?

"Yeah! Work-it, baby! WOOOOO!"

"Dude! Get in the splash zone! Get in the YEAAAAAAH! Gusher, baby!"

"Holy shit!"

"Fuck, look at her go!"

"That's disgusting! I can't believe-"

"Dude, are you getting this? You getting this?"

Then she recognized what she was hearing, beside the shouting of the crowd. She recognized the, now familiar, orgasmic scream for what it was. She started to push her way through the crowd.

Gems Remaining: 41
Total Gems Spent: 69
Lifetime Total Gems: 110
Average Gems Earned/Day: 50

Girls Customized: 2
Achievements Unlocked: 8
Orgasm Count: 38