Shopping trip

Molly looked over at her passenger squirming in the seat with a mischievous grin, “let’s try the question again: enjoying yourself, slut?” as she drove up the vibrations even higher just to pull them back down enough to let her answer.

“Yes, Mistress,” Vyki responded with a whimper trying to find words to get her released from the euphoric prison.

“Good girl,” Molly says driving it up very high, but drops it down to a low hum as she says, “but right now we need to go shopping.”

Feeling the pleasure perceptively drop to nearly nothing, Vyki whined as the vibrations stopped while the car pulled out; not in the direction of their home.

As they got on the road, Molly mentioned, “you might want to fix your dress there unless you want everyone see you advertising that tit.”

Looking down, Vyki could see her entire right breast exposed. Frantically reaching for the strap of her dress, she brought it up and hunkered over as much as she could, trying to cover hoping no one saw anything but couldn’t tell as they drove down the street.

All too abruptly for Vyki, the car pulled into a small strip center just a couple blocks from the restaurant with a few generic stores. However, the closest to the car alluded to the probability of their intent for parking here. In big, red, bold letters was the title Pandora’s Pleasure Palace. Seeing the deeply tinted windows with the lingerie dressed manikins and various paraphernalia, Vyki cringed as she knew exactly what this store carried.

Walking over and opening the passenger side door fully, Molly instructed her companion, “alright, slut, let's get out.”

Vyki jumped in her seat as the minimal modesty the door provided was ripped away. Looking at the mischievous grin on Molly’s face, she knew this wasn’t about to end. Looking around and seeing no one around, she kept her knees tightly together and swung her locked heels around. Placing them firmly on the ground, she gripped the hem of her skirt closet to her thighs and stood up.

As Vyki stepped out of the way, Molly closed and locked the door. She then placed her hand in the small of Vyki’s back indicating she walk forward. As soon as she felt her body moving, she slid her hand down to cover the bottom of her exposed ass crack and fed her fingers down to feel the faux lips admiring their texture. “First thing we need to do, is cover up this horny little pussy of yours with that tiny dress living it out,” Molly said with a chuckle before continuing. “Also, don’t forget that this store is ‘kink’ friendly so how should a good slut address me?”

Vyki could see the door approaching closer and knew the many times Paul had made her address him directly in a kink store. Molly didn’t seem to mind it then, but Vyki was dreading this small reminder of her expected roll. However, she knew she’d be just taking it on to things for Molly to do later. Seeing Molly place her hand on the door handle, she knew she was waiting for the correct response. With a heavy sigh she replied in her squeaky voice. “Mistress.”

Pulling the door open, Molly announced, “good girl! I knew you could,” just for the attendant behind the counter able to see Vyki’s fly up with the escaping air conditioning.

Vyki gripped the hem down again and quickly sashayed into the store of toys, leather, restraints, and all sordid adult fun items.

Seeing the couple walking in the attendant could immediately tell who was in charge and addressed the blonde lady, “welcome to P cubed; let me know if there is anything I can help you with.”

“Ah, yes. Could you point me at your panties? My little slut here gave her underwear away to the last guy she fucked and can’t have her going around flashing everyone,” Molly announced.

Vyki wasn’t sure if it was more embarrassing that she announced it to someone who was probably accepting of all sorts of weird lifestyles or the fact that there was little untrue about Molly’s statement.

“I can see,” the attendant said with a sly grin. “You’ll probably want to look at the racks in the back right over there.”

“Thank you so much! Come on, slut, let’s pick something out for you,” Molly instructed walking off. Vyki followed behind her. As she saw Molly glare back at her, she mumbled, “yes, Mistress.”

As they approached a table with an arrangement that looked like strips of lace and pieces of gauze, Molly continued looking around. Vyki was at least glad she was passing over the purely decorative pieces. However, when Molly started looking through a rack of items, Vyki's heart dropped seeing Molly pull out a bright purple, iridescent strip of fabric suspended ridiculously from a hanger.

“This will do nicely to cover up your horny cunt; eh, slut?” Molly said mischievously holding the hanger out to Vyki. Reluctantly, Vyki grasped the ludicrous excuse for a thong and mumbled a, “yes, Mistress.”

“They won’t let a skank with her bare pussy hanging out try panties on,” Molly said handing Vyki some cash, “so go pay for those and use the dressing room to put them on and cover up your kitty. I’m going to look around a bit.” Molly did even wait for the “Yes, Mistress,” before turning her back on Vyki and heading to another section.

Vyki proceeded to the clerk trying to keep her head pulled down and placed the ‘panties’ on the counter. “Your mistress made a good choice; this is very popular with our dancing clients. Really makes a cute outline on the ass. You should make sure and thank her for spoiling you.”

Vyki just kept her head down and exchanged the cash for the bagged item. Upon receiving the change, she asked for the dressing room and headed to the indicated curtained area. Trying not to focus on the click of her heels on the painted concrete floor, Vyki felt like even though she was in a shop filled with sex and adult items, her bare body was sticking out like a sore thumb; all she could focus on was trying to make it to the draped fabric covered opening.

However, if Vyki had bothered to step out of her self-pity, she would have noticed the clerk was paying her no notice as they walked over to where Molly was. She also might have had a clue as to what was causing Molly’s latest devilish grin as what wardrobe she had been looking at and had almost forgotten about her dressed up husband. But Vyki was too caught up in herself and as she stepped through the curtain, she was shocked to see the posters of various explicit movie posters of pornographies adorning the doors to the various changing rooms. The cheeky warning of the security camera facing the entry with the bright red light almost seemed to add to the embarrassment of her situation:

Unless you want to end up as unpaid talent in the next in-house produced movie, don’t leave the store with unpaid items and don’t perform any sexual actions in this area. All recordings of well-behaved customers are destroyed.

Vyki realized that wasn’t the only camera and the height of the cameras easily saw over the doors to any of the individual dressing rooms. Her mind was so awash in her current turmoil it wasn’t even contemplating the legality or even ethics of the recording; she was just sure she didn’t want whoever was on the other side of them seeing more of her.

Fiddling with the closest latch, Vyki slinked inside and hung her bag on the offered coat hook. Pulling out the absurd purple strips of fabric, she turned it around and around trying to figure out the front. Settling on what she was assumed intended to be towards the front, she hastily tried to bend down and step into a side. However, she quickly got a heel caught and was struggling to line it up with her corset pushing back on her to stand erect. Before long, she felt her balance give way and she tried not to think about why the pleather cushioned bench she landed on felt sticky to her bare ass.

Fiddling with the straps after getting feet in the same side, then lining them up, she stood up and slid the ‘panties’ into final position. Lifting up her short dress to see the effect in the included mirror, she was sure she had put it on backwards and proceeded to slide them back down & try again.

Flipping them around again and messing yet one more time to get them up her legs, she pulled them up and settling them in place. However, looking at them in place now, it was clear the small patch of fabric she saw the other way was clearly meant to cover the front of her ‘lady pouch’ as this strip was probably intended to go between her cheeks. Frustrated at how this was supposed to be productive at anything, she sat down on the stupid seat to remove them one more time.

Finally taking them off, she heard the clerk and Molly whispering about something and saw the curtain move as they came into the hall. Hearing the click of a dressing room door’s lock, Vyki slammed her knees together to preserve her modesty. However, she realized they must have gone to another stall as she heard the clerk say, “step in here and I can help you get that on.”

Vyki was a little surprised to hear Molly needed help getting dressed and tried to listen to what has happening. However, as they continued to giggle and say various instructions, she couldn’t make anything out until she heard the clerk clearly speak loudly enough to remind her of her current state, “I hope that slut of yours isn’t over there performing for our next special; I don’t have time to do more video editing and narration.”

Looking up at the camera with the red light beaming under it, she quickly focused on moving the thong up her legs ensuring the minuscule patch of fabric is facing front. Sliding them into place, she is glad the team that made the Vadget left it denude of faux hair as even the smallest landing strip would be exposed above this panty line. It did little more than cover the front of her faux lips. Turning around and looking in back, she was surprised to see the way the upper straps seemed to curve up over her ass giving it an almost heart shaped look over her exposed fit globes. Hearing the two other people giggling broke Vyki out of her self-reflection and she fixed her dress before exiting the small room.

“Oh good; you’re done?” Vyki heard Molly ask through a door down the hall.

“Yes, Mistress,” Vyki said clearly in response to get through the doorways.

“We’re going to be a few minutes in here,” Molly informed her, “take a look around their wares and see if there is anything to interest a slut like you, babe.”

“Yes, M-m-mistress,” Vyki found herself nervously stuttering as she stumbled through the curtain to the abandoned store front.

Vyki tried to figure out what Molly could possibly be putting that would take ‘a few minutes’ more than they had already been in there as she wondered aimlessly around the dildos, videos, bachelorette prizes, restraints, massagers, etc. She wasn’t even sure how long she had been blindly clicking on her heels around what normally would have been an almost candy shop to her a week ago when the clerk came up behind her and broke her out of her mental distraction with surprise, “find anything you like, slut?”

“Wha? Huh?” Vyki stumbled in her cute, high pitched foolish voice at the sudden appearance of the worker.

“Your mistress is almost done in there, so I came out to check on you. Make sure you hadn’t scurried off or started sampling too many things,” the clerk said with a mischievous grin on their face. “Wouldn’t want you to rack up too large a bill without proper oversight.”

Vyki suddenly realized she had wondered over to a wall of displayed vibrators and toys to let customers feel and inspect the different sizes and textures. “Uh no!” Vyki quickly responded as her face turned crimson.

“Oh, don’t worry, hun. It’s okay to touch and feel them; we encourage it,” clerk says pointing at the bottle of hand sanitizer. “However, if you get any bodily fluids on them, you buy them, so try to refrain from sucking on the cocks. As much as I’d love the sales, I’d hate to think how your mistress would make your ass pay her back for that bill. K?”

Vyki blushed even further and slunk her head as she say the large phallic toys sticking out at her faux chest. “K,” was all she could say as she took a step back like she had just been told their was a venomous snake next to her, bumping into the display case behind her.

The clerk just chuckled at the silly bimbo and teased, “careful not to destroy things either; you break it, you buy it.”

Vyki finally put it together that the clerk had come out here so it meant Molly should probably be done soon and turned to step towards the curtained hallway to try to get Molly so they could get out of here and get home.

Seeing the poor girl start to move towards the dressing room like a lost puppy looking for its owner, the clerk almost took pity on the slut having it so bad for her. “Don’t worry; she’s almost done. I think you’ll be happy with your mistress’s choices.”

Vyki turned to look at the clerk, “choices?”

The clerk openly laughed at the question misreading it almost as a pouty statement from a spoiled brat that didn’t get as many presents as her siblings, “Oh, I’m sure you’ll get to enjoy them too. Who knows?”

Just then, Vyki’s attention was drawn to the curtain as she heard Molly’s heels click down the dressing room hallway. As the cloth was pulled back to reveal Molly’s new purchases, Vyki’s mouth hung agape.

“So, what do you think, slut?” Molly asked as she saw Vyki staring at her like a fish out of water.

Author’s note: Thank you all for your continued encouragement and following. Unfortunately, I had to deal with a family tragedy and pulled me away from this adventure. As we heal, I’m needing some escapism to cope with it so expect many more chapters in the near future; I have tons of things planned for Vyki/Paul, Molly, Lou, and the whole gang!! So, stick around and look for more soon.