Strangely Nothing

The dark, new looking colour had expanded heavily up the carpet.

A passive scent clung to the air, teasing the nose elusively not quite allowing anyone trying to focus on what it was the chance to discern anything beyond a slight pleasure from it.

Several customers wandered the racks and display cases, seemingly lost looking for something, but always looking back down at the inventory after looking around in a daze, almost as if questioning what they were missing.

Its concealing me, Lydia would have realized, had it not just emerged as inherent knowledge. The Idol was concealing its corruption. Sheepishly getting up, Lydia approached the nearest rack and set to grab something quick to clothe herself.

Briskly sliding through the sun dresses on the hangers Lydia jumped when she suddenly bumped into someone.

“OH GOD! I’m sorry!” Lydia quickly muttered, then clamoring to cover her breasts and pussy in an embarrassed nude panic. As the middle aged woman she bumped into just seemed to step back and make eye contact.

“Oh no, I’m sorry.” The woman genuinely responded. “I’m looking for something... Sorry... Uh nice for my daughter to wear to photos, I didn’t mean to bump into you while you worked.”

She can’t see I’m naked, Lydia became aware. Knowing also not to push the boundaries of the miasma of the corruption in the store.

Feeling the squeeze of her breasts, the wetness of her pussy Lydia quickly pulled her arms away, fearful of what she might do, yet knowing it would only strengthen the cover of any indiscretions she performed here.

Swallowing deeply Lydia tried to shake the desire to feed this woman from her breasts just as she had Serena.

“I… umm… You do want something to… uh… fit just right…” Lydia mumbled glancing about hoping fir a simple answer to just jump out at her.

The woman put her hand to her forehead, quiet for a few moments before turning to Lydia. “I swore I memorized her dress size, but you’re right. I’ll just have to bring her by. Do you think she could try some things on?” Lydia wasn’t really listening, anymore, she was rushing to find some barrier for her body as her nipples were hard and glistened, her breast ached with swollen weight and her mind linger on how good it felt to nurse Serena.

“Yeah, make sense.” Lydia rambled rubbing her legs together as the woman walked away. Grabbing a dress quickly Lydia threw it on and over. Immediately regretting having not thought it through more as it came to rest on her body.

While better fitted than the ruined tank top she tried to wear earlier the spaghetti straps hung wide on her shoulders, the straight cut of the top of the dress bridging low on Lydia’s cleavage, The top of the dress clung neatly to her contours before draping off her hips, ending mid thigh.

Now dressed Lydia set to work moving towards where her discarded pants might have been left.

Her veil of obscurity clearly having lifted as Lydia turned to bump directly into a man she hadn’t even noticed approaching. Immediately Lydia thought of pawing his hard on.

She resisted but just knew it was there, she could smell his cock, her mouth watered to taste it. Lydia knee what was coming over her as she walked behind him trying not to stare at the contours of his ass in his jeans, her mind wondering how it would look fucking into a woman.

As they reach the display cases lining a wall he inquired about a TV that had come in. Lydia felt mentally zoned out, auto piloting quite well through the dialogs as her mind was distilling more lurid thoughts.

Lydia could feel the straps slip slowly lower on her slumped shoulders, like the ticking of a stop watch counting down towards the end of a race. In this case, how long Lydia could resist her alternate self that had been put to rest by the reecent orgasm.

The dialogue with the man did nothing to help Lydia's tortured thoughts of the dress slipping down, allowing the breast to spill free once more. Lydia tried to cling to the modesty, the concern of embarrassing herself by flashing even just a nipple.

God that idea made her wet, Lydia resisted rubbing her legs together.

While wanting to know how his lips would feel sucking on her nipples, feasting upon her milk having it only satiate him with a hunger for more of her, or what his cock would feel like squeezed between her tits, the idea of following Brandie’s example with Lydia’s Super lingering heavily at the forefront of Lydia’s thoughts.

Lydia turned the television on, flipping through channels, then switching to an input.

Grabbing a random DVD Lydia slid it into a connected player to demonstrate the tv worked and then paused as the disc loaded into movie trailers. Lydia was frozen, jaw falling slack as she watched the pornstar from yesterday.

Lydia didn’t glimpse any aspect of the plot, locked on the woman’s form being displayed, before eventual clips of nudity, cock sucking, fucking.

“Alright I’ll take it.” As the man’s words brought Lydia back to Earth the DVD menu for Secrets of Nimh played on loop.

“Okay… uh… great.” Lydia replied trying to focus on taking payment even as her mind was running rampant with other ideas of what he could deposit, and how.

The Adult Store now lingered there at the forefront of her mind, as she then set about fumbling disconnecting the TV, and helping the customer carry it out of the store.

Wandering back behind the counter Lydia tried not to think about what was happening to her, how it was influencing her, and how she felt torn about how it excited her influencing others.

Lydia struggled not to get glimpses of her neighbour’s thoughts and acts.

She was feeling stir crazy, and strangely ahead on inventory and stocking. The clock seemed to be crawling through the seconds, and the desire to be used only seemed the grow with each minute and new customer.

Billy had finally finished making use of Brandie. Reluctantly moving on to finish work orders while the red haired girl now setup with some old yoga mats had a nice warm place in the boiler room atop of the building.

Jeb and Dorothy had finally stopped to eat, their hands barely pausing touching each other, or themselves. Their rabid desire not to make the most of what they had happily fueled by the Idol.

Stella had put aside the work laptop and the digital filing she had been doing. Her neck massager getting used inappropriately as she was grateful the Super was late coming to fix something for a change.

Mandy was working the quiet afternoon shift, having an extra hard time with the private dances. Already she had given a couple free songs to different clients having lost track while grinding atop their erections.

Mike was skipping his college course. Jerking off to Helly Valentine pics in a ravine.

Daniela was eager to finish her day, she had firmed plans with the boyfriend and was stuck focused on getting fucked all night.

Lydia tried to dismiss the knowledge, the way it excited her, lured her, and proded at how she was at the center of all this lewdness.

When Dinah finally arrived for the closing shift Lydia rushed off.

Forgetting Brandie’s discarded clothes.

Her own discarded clothes.

And the unpurchased merchandise Lydia wore rushing out of the store.

**** to go somewhere she thought could help fix her urgent problem, while postponing her submission to being used by the Idol.