Scott makes a pitiful attempt to escape

Scott was on autopilot. Marlene's outfit directed him back to his office, where he picked up his copy of the property details. It (she?) insisted on walking behind him, and when they headed out to Scott's Escalade, he figured he had his last chance to get out of this situation.

"Passenger's seat, please," Marlene's outfit said. Scott nodded, muttering something in the affirmative, but he started walking faster as they headed toward the back of the vehicle.

Suddenly, Scott feinted right, then crouched, bolting left as he headed to the driver's door at full speed. He hit his fob and pulled the door open, locking the car again as he started it.

The outfit hadn't even sped up! He could see it pacing calmly through the parking lot behind him, but he already knew he wasn't going to back up. He put the SUV into drive, planning to plow right over the concrete bumper and cut a course right for the road.

The moment he was in gear, though, the brake pedal depressed under his foot, and he heard the telltale ratchet sound of his e-brake pulling itself.

"Now, that wasn't very smart," Came a voice over his stereo system. It wasn't Marlene's, and he didn't recognize it. When his vehicle put itself back into park, he thought about bolting right back out of the car.

Before he could even reach for the door handle, his seatbelt pulled down, extending over him and clicking into place.

"Ow!" He said as the thick nylon strap pulled tight, holding his arms against him. He looked over as the passenger door opened on its own. Marlene's outfit stepped in, and as it sat down, it extended a sleeve toward Scott silently. He gasped a little as his copy of the property details were pulled out of his center console.

"Thank you," Marlene's voice said. Scott was about to speak when the voice over the stereo system answered back.

"My pleasure," the voice purred. Scott winced as the belt pulled against him tighter. "So, do we want to do something about his position, or--"

"Uh-uh. Let's be on our way. I doubt that he'll try that again." The red sleeve reached up toward him, and Scott flinched when he felt fingers brush against his cheeks. "Oh, touchy touchy touchy," Marlene's outfit said. "You could have just cooperated, you know. We're very nice people."

"I just--what is it you're going to do with me?" Scott asked as the vehicle popped back into gear, this time in reverse, backing out of the space the right way before shifting and proceeding forward out of the lot.

"Well, we're going to get you to your destination without you ruining this beautiful suspension, for one thing," The voice over the speakers said. Both the female voices laughed. "You're usually so gentle with me, Scotty." The seatbelt squeezed him again, then let loose a little.

"I'm...really sorry," Scott said, extrapolating what Marlene had told him about the cleaning supplies and assuming that he was talking to his vehicle. One of his pinned-down hands caressed the leather of his seat. "I didn't want to hurt anything, but I couldn't back up and be sure I'd miss...Marlene's construct."

"And where were you going to go from there, Scott?" The construct asked as they traveled down the road. "Why would you even try to get away from me?"

"Because...you're more than a little intimidating, and you have plans for me?" Scott said. "I really am sorry--to both of you. I just don't understand what it is I'm involved in here." His seatbelt loosened up on him enough for him to pull his arms out from under the strap.

"It's exciting, right?" The voice over the speakers said. "I couldn't believe it myself at first, but look at all the things I can do now!" Scott's seat reclined, and he felt the leather cushioning in motion under his back, stretching and pulsing against him-- as if his own seat was giving him a massage.

"Hey, that's...nice, actually. I--” Scott let out a little gasp as he felt the leather upholstery a little bit lower goose him on the butt. The voice over the speakers laughed.

"Oh my God, I can't thank you enough for all this,” the voice said. Marlene's construct let out a giggle.

“Your participation is all the thanks I need," the construct said. "You did a splendid job stopping him from getting away." Scott smiled nervously, unsure of whether he should jump into the conversation.

"Yeah, Scotty — much as I wouldn't have minded going on joyride with you alone, rolling over that parking bumper definitely wouldn't have felt good." The voice over the speakers, strange as it seemed, was pretty sexy. Bubbly and cute, and with this strange tinge of loyalty and affection for him — even though it was responsible for capturing him and holding him steady until the construct was able to get into the car. Scott went with the flow, caressing the sides of the bucket seat, and even giving it a gingerly squeeze with his left hand.

"I really am sorry…really,” Scott said. The voice let out a little elated sound, clearly pleased with his apology and the accompanying physical gesture. "So, was it-- I mean, she...” Scott swallowed hard, trying to regroup and forgetting that there seemed to be a personality in his vehicle now. "I mean, like, when was it that you found yourself able to start talking?" The voice responded with a slight laugh. Without seeing any body language, Scott took it to be almost bashful.

"We handled that yesterday," Marlene's construct said, "but she had to wait to make her move." The red sleeve ran along the armrest in the center console, and when Scott looked up at the motion, he could see invisible fingertips pressing into the leather. "And thank you for being so patient,"

"Oh, I didn't mind a bit," the voice said. "Scott treats me very nicely, don't you, Scotty?" Scott swallowed hard as he felt the entire seat of his pants grabbed by his leather upholstery. He just nodded, letting out a barely audible 'uh-huh' as the seat's leather rippled down between the inside of his thighs, tickling against his most sensitive parts inside his pants.

"It seems like you have a couple allies going into this situation, Scott." Marlene's construct said. "I would say that's pretty unusual, actually." Scott looked over the collar of the shirt, and he was damned if he couldn't help but admire the shape in it again before he responded.

"I'm – I'm glad…” He stuttered. "I guess it would be a little unfortunate if somebody's things didn't like them when they came to life." Both voices laughed again.

"Somebody's things?" The voice over the speaker asked. "You have nice soft hands, and I think you're a good person, Scotty, but you have a lot to learn about how our relationship will be a little bit different going forward." Marlene's construct chuckled, and Scott tensed up again.

"No, no I didn't mean —" the seatbelt tightened on him once more.

"Oh, I know you didn't..." The voice said. "But all the same, you going to have to learn a whole new set of manners around the new status quo." Scott nodded, gently gripping the seat with both hands as it continued to gently caress him.

"I feel like the more I talk, the deeper into trouble I'm going to get," Scott said, "but — do you have a name?" He looked over at Marlene's outfit. "I mean, you both must have names, right? It's not as if you belong to Marlene now, right? And if she's Marlene, then...” The red blouse turned to him, leaning over the center console and bending forward. Scott reasoned that if there were an invisible woman sitting next to him she would have her hand under her chin.

"Don't get too far ahead of yourself, Scott — it'll fry your brain." The outfit leaned back in its seat again. "For now, Marlene is fine – I am, after all, a part of her world…the things that make her up. I wouldn't advise you calling me that when we're in the same room, though." The outfit leaned forward again and ran a sleeve along the smooth dashboard. "As for your new best friend here, if she's picked a name already, she hasn't told me yet." A light, sensual laugh came over the speakers.

"Well, since yesterday I've been looking through lists on the net – and though I guess it's going to be kind of cliché if we all do this… I think Callie is kind of a nice name."

Callie, Scott thought. Like Es-Cal-ade.

"No one asked," Scott said cautiously, "but I think that's pretty cute." Her leather tickled at the backs of his thighs, the sensations rolling back under his ass again before she gave him another squeeze. He tried to hold himself back, but couldn't help but under some kind of unintelligible (but obviously pleased) noise.

"Not that I want to spoil your fun at all," Marlene's construct said, "but there's a few details I'd like Scott to know about before we get to the estate." One of the red sleeves had against the armrest in the center console. "I promise I'll give you both some quality time if you can let up on him enough to have him focus on this conversation," Marlene's voice laughed.

"Mmmm…I'll do my best," Callie said. "But then, he's going to have to get used to disciplining his focus to, isn't he?" Both voices laughed again, and Scott felt like he was surrounded by beings talking above him – though, if he was being honest, the idea was a little less terrifying than it had been at the office. His — or rather this vehicle seemed to be coming on to him, and as much is it weirded out any part of him trying to make sense of this strange situation he stumbled into — there is another major part of him that wanted to know exactly what quality time meant.

The reclined seat set Scott up, and looking at the highway again, he realized they weren't too far from the neighborhood they were headed toward.

"Now, when we get there," Marlene's construct said, "there's really just one thing I absolutely need from you…"