Dream On

"So … what, I'll be playing through these next level or something?"

Kirsty tapped the last option and waited. The screen returned to the virtual-her, an image that was still freaking her out, but nothing else happened.

Nothing, that is, until Kirsty noticed Digi-K's eyes glaze over and stare unfocused at some nebulous point in the unknown distance, as if lost in thought. It's smile contented, bordering on lewd.

So her avatar would... do programs day-dream... anyway so what? Kirsty waited for a chance to redeem herself on a new level but none came, so she tore her eyes away and headed back inside for rehearsal.

One hand on her guitar headstock, Kirsty looked over the music again while tuning up. One quick run-through before heading home and bed.

And bed she needed. Every time she glanced from her tuner back to the sheet music she struggled more and more to keep it in focus. Kirsty stamped the tuner off and turned the page to read-over the end of the song. Two bars there, D major fo... major D... that crotchet wiggled...crotch...

In her mind's eye Kirsty sees two notes turn to face each other. They may just be ink on a page but they are definitely making out, and heavy. A third bumps up behind, seeming to caress the others before dropping down, the head of the note now where the other's ass would be. Slowly moving her gaze to the next bar, a pair of notes are sixty-nine'ing while another note has his mate bent over doggy-style. A couple of uninhibited half-notes take up the entire next measure, laying down with one licking out his girl, who is clearly enjoying herself. Kirsty pulls her head back and takes in the page, and orgy of ink. A maelstrom of carnal desires through nowt but straight lines and note-heads.

"K guys!"

Kirsty snapped to and blinked. The music sat in front of her same as it had ever been.

At that moment she was grateful that she played guitar, as looking around she realised it was covering a embarrassing sight. Her hand was in her jeans.

"I just need some sleep; be better next practice. See ya later." Kirsty hobbled onto the bus home with her guitar and took a seat at the back. Pulling out her phone, she tapped on the Gem Ladies icon with a mind to figure this app out. Little Digi-K still stood looking into space, only now her contented smile was an open circle - lazy and inviting. Kirsty thought she could spot a faint drip of drool from virtual-her's lips; she couldn't be certain.

Kirsty glanced around the screen and for the first time noticed a menu button, which she clicked, and an option for the "Punishment List." Maybe this would tell her something.

Current Punishments:

Dream On - Rude thoughts about the world around user will cause them to daydream with a very vivid imagination. Effect is greater when user is sexually unfulfilled.

'On for fuck's sake it's some sort of sex game' Kirsty rolled her eyes in tired exasperation, and rolled them down to meet the crotch of a man who was just stepping onto the bus.

As he walked up between the seats, Kirsty experienced him in slow-motion, her eyes glued to his undulating crotch. The bulge that extended down his trouser-leg seemed to throb in her vision - he was big. And thick.

Kirsty bit her bottom lip.

He strutted up to her row of seats and stepped in, but didn't sit down. He stood proudly in front of her, unwavering in the movement of the bus, bulge pulsing through her vision ever greater just inches from her nose. She undid his zip in a hurry and pulled out his thick stiffening manhood, licking and sucking around the head, enveloping him and taking him deeper.

At some point they had switched positions and he sat underneath a now naked Kirsty, facing down the bus in a reverse-cowgirl, his throbbing shaft gently teasing her hot wet womanhood. The other passengers gathered round and began to openly masturbate as she lowered herself onto his rock hard, throbbing shaft. She threw her head back as she felt the glorious cock part her folds and stretch her further and further. A magnificent stretc...

Ding-dong!

Kirsty blinked awake with start. Someone had rang the bus bell to leave and looking round she realised this was her stop. And her mouth was hanging open. And there was a definite wetness in her panties. She hurriedly picked up her guitar and joined the small queue in the bus aisle, glancing furtively left and right. It seems no one had noticed, thank fuck. She spotted the back of the guy she had lusted over, sitting quite near the front - her eyes darted dead ahead in fear.

Her phone buzzed and Kirsty opened it to find a new Gem Ladies level. She tried to play despite also trying to leave the bus with a guitar and it did not go well. Again she received a choice of punishments from her obscene doppelganger:

"Smells Like Teen Spirit"

"The Hardest Button Too Button"

"Pretty Vacant"