She finds her way

Vyki was still trying to figure out what the hell is really going on here. She knew the last thing she wanted to do was try to explain this to the cops. She didn’t look forward to calling Molly to pick her up if they took her downtown. Having them call Lou at his important job to attest she wasn’t a whore and explain this situation was not something she wanted to do to him.

However, this guy was saying she’d have to give him a blow job to avoid that. That was the last thing she was interested in doing with this greasy guy. While she woke up tired, it seemed like she hadn’t been able to get rid of this fog and this damn glued on Gadget is not helping. She had to find a way to use this key to get out of this crud.

She was still trying to process all this when the creep walked up on her. She knew what he wanted, but she was not going to give it to him. She considered slugging him, but even her sluggish mind recognized she had keys in one hand and dead cell phone in the other. So, she took the only physical defense strike that made since.

Months of leg and back exercises along with training in high heels with several hours rest proved her thighs were extraordinarily fit for the task as she quickly elevated her knee and made contact with rather encouraged crotch and could almost feel the grapes squishing into his whine. Stepping back to quickly avoid the collapsing jerk, she couldn’t help but sympathize with his pain remembering many traumatic hits herself. “Sorry,” she managed to squeak out as she stepped around the balled-up asshole.

Vyki managed to reach the door and opened it as the manager managed to yell out, “you fucking cunt!” at the departing woman. Vyki was unprepared for the heavy vibrations that the Vadget engaged, and she stumbled into the open door. Bracing herself on the metal door she couldn’t help but moan under the ****. Her body instinctive thrust her hips forward and back trying to get her imprisoned cock to fruition only to have the vibrations stop suddenly as she whined in frustration.

Seeing her lewd actions, the manager took a swipe at her from his prone state, “damn, you are sexy whore,” as he crawled on the floor for her heel.

While the vibrations did momentarily distract Vyki, his greasy hands on her foot shocked her awake enough to kick it away as she stepped out of the room. As her foot clicked on the concrete sidewalk, a small vibration hit her, but she dismissed it. It wasn’t until around her fourth step that she realized the stupid attachment was vibrating with each click of her heels. Looking at her car on the far side of the parking lot and back to the room where the maids appeared to be addressing the manager. She had to get away from this as soon as possible and began to move quickly towards her car across the asphalt parking lot.

However, after only a few fast-clicking steps, a shocking sensation traversed her sensitive cock as electrodes activated in the confines. Screaming in her high voice, she tumbled to the pavement. Hearing the manager's commotions behind her, she quickly stood up and tried an accelerated pace only to receive another shock. While prepared for it, she could barely deal with the pain even though she did not lose her footing. Taking a few more tentative steps, while ‘rewarded’ with pleasant vibrations, the damn thing was triggering jolts on running. She could remember the damn pacing routine and cursed that it was in the damn ‘demo’ mode apparently.

She focused on ensuring her steps were done as methodically & quickly as she could, focusing all her intention on the goal of her car even as her pulse and breath quickened with every vibration of each step. Within arm's length of her car, a wolf whistle echoed through the cavernous motel parking lot. The demonic attachment felt the need to reward the misogynistic call with another invigorating set of vibrations.

Able to lean on the trunk of the car, she took the opportunity to look around and gauge the situation. The manager was still crawling out of the room and the maids had taken to stifling laughter watching him. Scanning further around on the balcony walkway above there was a pair of rather scrawny looking men that looked straight of a construction site, one raising a beer bottle to her. The other one shouted out, “I do love how that wind shows the full moon even at noon.”

Vyki suddenly realized in her single focused goal, she was distracted from feeling her short, light skirt blown up to her waist and quickly pulled it down. “Aww, baby, you don’t have to stop the show now. Why don’t you come here and give my buddy & I a chance at a moon landing,” she heard from up above as she fumbled with her keys to open the door.

“Fucking whore! Get back here,” Vyki heard as she slid into the front seat. Apparently, the attachment did as well, sending vibrations into her as butt hit the seat. Being in the safety of her car, she didn’t fight the moan from escaping and just locked the doors letting the sensation ride up her. However, hearing the whooping from the upper deck and seeing them applauding, she knew she wasn’t safe yet.

Trying to start her car, bells and alarms went off indicating an issue, but she couldn’t deal with that right now and just needed to go. Saying a silently prayer to whatever car gods there were she tried again, and the engine roared to life.

Pulling out of the parking lot, she couldn’t help but giggle as she saw the greaseball manager trying to limp after yelling something she was glad she couldn’t hear.

Driving through an empty intersection’s light that was barely yellow, she was glad to see no cops around as she left the immediate block of the motel. However, as she was passing over the overpass, warning bells and alarms were going off all over her car. Looking down at the blinking gas light and the “0 miles” range she cursed herself for not asking Lou for help with that. Spotting a gas station on this side of the high she drifted the car down the hill through the red light, luckily devoid of cross traffic as the car finally coasted to a stop without power assistance next to the gas pumps.

Sitting there for a moment somewhat safe from her last disaster, the heaviness of the situation she now found herself in came crashing down. Her phone dead, no money, no cards, out of gas in an area with almost nothing around but this gas station trapped in her ridiculous attire. She couldn’t stop but let the tears roll and cry from the overwhelming situation. Sniffling and whaling for a moment, she felt a sudden electrical zap from beneath her. Discounting it she let her emotions out, only to feel a more intense shock.

“What the fuck?!? I can’t even fucking cry,” she screamed at her crotch. Shaking her head at her high-pitched whine she wiped away her tears and looked for something in her car to help. Finding her automotive paperwork, manual, have empty container of tissues, her daughter’s old brush, a mint from who knows where and three pennies. Looking at her meager hall in the seat next to her key and dead phone, it almost all seemed useless.