Throw away the dress

"I..... I am......." she said as she gritted her teeth, wanting nothing more than to give into the strange voice, the dress, and the pleasure that was consuming her.

The mirror was starting to glow again, and even crack as if something was trying to **** its way through. Monica could feel her climax growing between her legs, and she knew that soon she wouldn't be able to resist until a thought came over her.

David was back, the man that she loved for years had returned, and this was her chance to finally have him. He had asked her to dinner, and if she gave into this madness, then it would mean nothing.

"No!" Monica screamed as the room began to shake as if angered by her decision before picking herself up and grabbing the dress, running out into the hallway, and throwing the dress down the garbage shoot.

The room began to spin for a second as she fell to the floor. Soon, the voices and images began to fade away and she felt like herself again. She let out a sigh of relief before standing back up, stumbling a little as she did.

"Monica?" A voice said as she turned around and saw David standing there holding flowers but with a concerned look on his face. "Are you alright?"

"David? Yeah, yes I'm fine," she said with a smile before she walked over and hugged him. "Just give me a sec and we can go," she said as David still had a confused look on his face but followed her into her apartment.

It had now been a month since that day, and Monica and David were now dating. Monica was finding herself madly in love with him, having missed him since he moved away but was so happy that they had gotten this second chance.

She had replaced the broken mirror, and there had been no other signs of the strange events that had transpired since she had bought that dress. Everything was quiet and her life had returned to normal.

She had just gotten home from work and was going out with David again, although tonight she thought it was time to finally have her way with him. She had been thinking about it for a while now but was waiting for a good time, not wanting to rush and ruin the relationship with sex, but she couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay, now what am I going to wear?" She said to herself as she began to look through her closet.

For a moment, she thought about the red dress and how much fun she would have had fucking him while wearing it. She felt a little turned on for the moment as a smile came over her face, but she soon shook her head, trying to forget about that cursed piece of clothing.

"I don't need the dress; I can get him in the mood with one of these," she said, looking through her fancier clothing.

"Zuul," she heard as she turned her head, not even sure if she had actually heard it or was just imagining things. "Get a grip, Monica," she said before pulling out a black dress and putting it on moments before she heard a knock at the door.