Melinda

Melinda had gone through with her hairdressing appointment in a daze. She still couldn't fathom what had happened this morning in the bus. Somehow, a guy had sat beside her, encroached into her space, groped her openly, then shoved her head down and made her suck him off, all while the bus took them into town. The crazy thing was, no-one seemed to notice. Or at least no-one said or did anything about it. She recalled being terrified that somehow someone would cause a scene because of it. The even crazier thing was, she had loved it. The daring, the excitement, the novelty of it all. The thrill of it had been the most intoxicating thing she had ever experienced. She would if she could, go through it all again every day, and even now as she wandered the street seemingly aimlessly following her trip to the salon, she daydreamed about the nameless stranger who had sat beside her and took exactly what he wanted from her.

She looked up, somehow her feet had taken her to the door of a chic upmarket restaurant. Shaking herself from her daze, she looked down at herself then did a double take. When had she bought this dress? She had no recollection of buying, or changing into it. It looked, she thought, like the kind of dress she might wear if she were a complete slut. It was extremely tight black PVC and squashed her boobs together displaying more cleavage than she had ever shown outdoors in her life.

Melinda began to panic, thinking she was losing her mind. She understood that she had walked here on autopilot, although she had no idea why. But in a dress she had never seen before? How could this be happening. She definitely had not been wearing this dress this morning. She distinctly remembered wearing..., wearing... Wait, what had she been wearing? She couldn't remember. Her steps were smaller and more careful, partly due to the restriction imposed by the dress, but also by the pair of glossy black pumps on her feet which had a higher heel by far than any shoes that she knew that she owned. Where had they come from?

Was she dreaming? It felt so real. She touched the dress and felt the smooth texture. It must be a dream though. This thought helped reassure her and she felt the panic begin to subside.

She looked behind herself for an explanation, but there was no-one there. She took a step forward and found herself opening the door.

"Ah! Good afternoon Miss!" said the greeter, a tall Asian girl with a warm smile. Ria, her name-badge announced. "If you could just step this way, your date is here already". Melinda stepped forward to the table at the wall. A suited man with his back to her turned and got up. He turned and grinned. It was the guy from the bus!

"Hey Melinda! Good to see you again"! he said, and put an arm out to catch her wrist and draw her towards his table.