Patreon Exclusive: Just Browsing

Hello!

Faria won the big user-choice poll, so here is another Faria short story!

For this one I decided to think outside the box a little. This is story is a prequel. It takes place years before the Freelancer series. I have alluded to the fact that Faria used to use her hypnotic powers for herself, and this story gives a little peek into what she was like back then. I hope you enjoy it! Leave a comment if you do!

For the next story, I thought it would be interesting to take a short break from my character side stories and try my hand at writing an original story. But to make things fun, I thought I would still let you choose what that original story was about. I find a lot of topics fascinating, but I haven't had a chance to work all of them into my stories. As a thought experiment, I looked at the top tags on Literotica and made a list of tags that I thought would be fun to write about that I hadn't focused on in a story yet.

The list is pretty long, so I just chose five from the first half that I found most interesting. Vote for which story tag you would most like to see a story about!

And with that I hope you enjoy "Just Browsing" starring Faria!

Kevin took another deep breath. He wasn't one to cry normally, but at this point, he was pretty close to it.

He had to be strong. Quite apart from the embarrassment of crying at work, Linda would probably write him up again for being unprofessional.

Kevin pulled his cart a little further down the display and carefully grabbed another double handful of cucumbers. He stacked them neatly and precisely. What was his bitch of a boss always saying?

Appearances were everything.

He didn't notice the strange girl until she was almost right next to him. She walked with a confident swagger that would have looked silly if it wasn't for her lithe, graceful beauty. She had olive skin, dark, expressive eyes, and a slim supermodel build. She looked 20 or so, but it was hard to tell her exact age because of her incredible poise and self-confidence.

But despite the young woman’s beauty, Kevin frowned as she wandered through the produce section. Firstly, because she stopped occasionally, picking up fruits or vegetables and examining them. Sometimes she would take a single bite, then simply drop them on the ground behind her. Secondly, because of the expensive bottle of vodka she held in her hand. The mystery girl had neatly snapped off the neck of the bottle with the security lock and was carefully pouring sips between her curvy, expressive lips, being careful not to cut herself on the japped edge of the broken bottle.

But the third issue was the most concerning. Melody, the cute, bubbly checkout girl that Kevin was pretty good friends with was following behind this mystery woman, crawling on her hands and knees and staring up at her with adoration.

“What the fuck?” said Kevin under his breath, his eyebrows scrunching together. He dropped his current handful of cucumbers and hurried toward them.

“Melody? What's going on?” he asked in a bewildered voice. Melody's warm brown eyes flicked to him for just an instant, but they looked empty and thoughtless. She ignored the brief distraction of his voice and her gaze turned back to the face of the stunning woman above her.

The mysterious young woman was right in the middle of pouring vodka into her mouth and held up a slim finger in a “wait a moment” gesture to Kevin as she finished. Then she let out a satisfied sigh, turned to Kevin, and said

Don't worry about Melody. I'm just borrowing her for a while

Kevin's thoughts seemed to freeze like stuck gears. The strange, slithery tones of this woman's speech seemed to reach directly into his brain, uncomfortably tugging and rearranging thoughts. For a moment he felt like his head would split in two, and then his thoughts began again, forced onto a new track.

It wasn't a big deal. This customer was just borrowing Melody for a little while. That made sense. For some reason Kevin felt a little confused; a little slow, like he was tired or high or something. He shook his head, trying to clear it. “Ma’am, I'm afraid we don't allow drinking in the store. And you need to pay for…”

The woman rolled her eyes with an irritable huff. “Fucking wage slaves… Well, I guess I should have been more broad:

Nothing I’m doing right now is strange or unusual.

It took even less time for Kevin to adjust this time, although his muddy confusion only deepened. “Well then,” he asked with confusion, “Is… is there anything I can help you with ma'am?”

The question seemed to make the woman really look at him for the first time, her dark, soulful eyes making a slow up-and-down assessment.

Kevin blushed slightly as the mystery woman's eyes studied his lean, muscular frame, lingering between his legs speculatively. “Ma'am?” he repeated nervously, “Can I help you find something?”

“No, sweetie,” said the gorgeous young woman with a wicked gleam in her eyes, “Just browsing. What do you think, Melody? Should I go with cock or pussy tonight?”

“Pussy!” said Melody with a loopy giggle, a hungry sparkle in her upturned eyes. “Definately pussy, mistress!”

“You would say that wouldn't you?” said the beautiful woman affectionately, reaching down to ruffle Melody's dark curls.

Kevin sniffled. Suddenly it was all too much. He had been having the worst day of his life, and now he had to deal with a demanding customer. To top it all off he was feeling muddy and confused, and a major migraine felt like it was spooling up in the back of his skull. His stress broke on him like a wave, and tears spilled down the corners of his eyes.

The mystery woman was still chattering away to Melody, who was nodding and agreeing to everything her mistress said. “I guess I could take you both… but that sounds like a lot of work…” her dark eyes turned back to Kevin, and a look of shock crossed her face.

“Oh, sweetie! Are you crying?” Kevin realized that up until that moment, this customer had been looking at, him, Melody, and the rest of the world through a kind of distracted haze. His tears seemed to break through her lazy boredom, and for the first time, he saw a flash of keen interest from her. “Why? I promise that you'll have lots of fun, and you won't even remember it afterward. There's nothing you be sad about.”

“No, no Ma'am,” said Kevin in a wobbling voice, “It's not you, it's just this day I've been having. I apologize. This is unprofessional of me.”

But it was clear that this lovely young stranger’s interest was piqued. She distractedly set her bottle of vodka on a stack of nearby grapes, squashing them. “Tell me what happened, big boy,” she said, her voice buzzing with curiosity.

“Oh, no, I couldn't possibly…”

Tell me 

Kevin took a deep breath and poured his heart out.

“My little sister is sick, but my mom and I were both scheduled to work. I tried to ask off, but my boss Linda is working today, and she said no. I was so stressed trying to find someone to watch my sister that I didn't have time to shave on my way in, so Linda wrote me up for having a ‘sloppy appearance’. I need this job, but my fucking boss…”

“Is a total bitch,” said the young woman with a knowing smile.

“Ummm, yeah,” said Kevin nervously with a little laugh. “She is obsessed with ‘professionalism’ and always says “appearances are everything in this business”. And I don't know, maybe she's right. But sometimes it's like she has zero empathy!”

The customer's eyes suddenly looked over Kevin's shoulder. Her grin widened. “That’s her, isn't it?”

Kevin's heart skipped a beat as he whirled around. Shit. It was Linda. She had a scowl on her face and her hands on her wide hips as she looked down at the cucumbers Kevin had dropped, stiff with fury.

Linda Carlisle was short and curvy, with big round breasts disproportionate to her petite body, shiny chestnut hair in a severe bob, and a delicately featured face that would have looked cute if it wasn't so often twisted in expressions of anger and disdain. Even in her mid-thirties, her body and face still looked young and attractive.

If only she was as beautiful on the inside.

Kevin watched nervously as Linda bent, pushing out her juicy ass, to pick up one of the dropped cucumbers. Suddenly he noticed the strange girl was at his side. “Not just a bitch,” she said with amusement. “A fucking sexy bitch. I bet you've had more than one fantasy of putting your bitchy little boss in her place, haven’t you, big boy?”

“What?!” said Kevin guiltily, avoiding eye contact with the grinning customer. “N-no, of course not!”

Tell me the truth

“Y-yeah,” admitted Kevin in a shamed mumble. “I've thought about that a couple times…”

“Well it's your lucky day!” said the gorgeous stranger with giddy excitement. “Consider me your fairy godmother!” Linda cast her sharp eye around the produce section and saw Kevin. She headed toward them, her face cold and determined.

“Everyone makes embarrassing mistakes at some point,” said the customer, her face lighting up with a wicked smile. “I think it's time for your boss to experience that for herself.”

“What do you mean?” asked Kevin numbly, unable to take his eyes off his furious, attractive little boss as she made her way over.

“Just watch,” said the customer smugly, “I'm glad I met you: this is going to be much more fun than just another night of mindless sex…”

“... and you might just get to live out some of those fantasies of yours.”

…

That fucking dumbass Kevin Baker. This time she was just going to fire him. It wasn’t worth the aggravation to keep a fuckup like him on the team.

Linda Carlisle felt a building sense of grim anticipation as she crossed the sloppily stocked produce section, with one of the dropped cucumbers in hand. She had always liked firing losers like Kevin, and it would give her particular satisfaction to can this little perv. He might think he was sneaky, but women always knew. Kevin could barely go five minutes without sneakily checking out Linda’s tits or ass. He should be ashamed of himself. She was a married woman and his boss for Christ’s sake.

And today Kevin had finally given her the excuses she needed. First, he had tried the tired old “sick family member” excuse to get out of work. As if Linda hadn’t heard that one a thousand times before. Then, when he showed up (moping about how his excuse didn’t work, of course) he looked like a total slob.

Linda didn’t get it. She had never had any problem presenting a perfect, professional image to the world. She didn’t understand why it was so hard for some people.

Finally, Linda stood in front of Kevin. The tall, broad man was actually cringing before her. Linda suppressed a smile from breaking across her face. She loved the rush of having power over others, even the petty power she wielded as a grocery store manager. She thrust the cucumber up under Kevin’s nose.

“Mr. Baker! Why is my produce all over the floor?” she asked in a voice of brittle calm.

“Mrs. Carlisle!” gulped Kevin. His eyes bobbed downward, then back up. Disgusting. Even now, as he was about to be fired, the slimeball couldn’t keep his eyes up and his mind out of the gutter. “You don’t understand! I was trying to deal with…”

“You won’t have to worry about dealing with anything in this store anymore, Kevin,” said Linda viciously, “Because I’m afraid you’re…”

“Linda… right?” said a lazy girlish voice to Kevin’s right. Linda frowned at the interruption, then, seeing that it was a customer, plastered a big, fake customer-service smile on her face. Great. A customer. She hated dealing with them almost as much as she hated worthless employees. This one was a little slip of a girl with a wide, insolent grin.

“I’ll be right with you Ma’am,” simpered Linda insincerely, “Just as soon as I deal with a minor HR issue.” Linda’s face froze as she looked down to see one of her cashier girls at the customer’s feet. She had been so distracted by her triumphant anger that she hadn’t even noticed.

“Melody?” she said, just barely remembering the girl’s name. “What are you doing away from the registers? Why are you on the ground?”

The young woman with the dark, mocking eyes snapped her fingers, calling Linda’s attention back to her. Her grin was wider now, so predatory and cruel that Linda physically took a step back.

But it was too late.

You see that cucumber in your hand, Linda? said the young woman in a strange, hissing voice, It’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. Your horniness will keep building and building the more you look at and touch it.

Linda gave the strange girl a blank stare. What was she talking about exactly? There was nothing special about the cucumber in her hand. Linda looked down

And then her heart skipped a beat.

She hadn’t noticed it before, but the shiny, dark green vegetable in her hand was… so long. And thick too… downright girthy. Its firm heft felt oddly pleasant in her little hand.

The strange young woman beckoned to the slave at her feet, and when Melody rose, she whispered something in the cashier’s ear. Melody giggled and ran off. The mysterious girl then turned back to Linda, who felt a bead of sweat form on her forehead as she continued to stare at the sturdy vegetable in her hand.

“Why do you have to be so mean to poor Kevin?” asked the customer innocently. “It seems like he’s trying his best.”

“It’s…” said Linda, swallowing hard to try to clear her suddenly dry mouth. “It’s not hard. He just has to act like a professional and present a good appearance. I can do it. Why can’t he?” Linda was alarmed to feel a bloom of wetness between her thick thighs. She really needed to get a hold of herself. It was just a cucumber! … But it was so much longer and thicker and heavier than what her husband had in his pants.

Why was she making that comparison? It’s not like she wanted to… Oh God… It’s not like she wanted to do anything with this vegetable like what she did with her husband’s dick.

Did she?

“Awww, that’s no fair Linda,” said the smug little girl with a mocking smirk. “No one can be professional all the time. Everyone makes mistakes. Sometimes people even make really big, humiliating mistakes.”

“N-not me,” said Linda distractedly. She gently gripped her fist around the cucumber and experimentally pumped her fist up and down it a few times. She shivered to feel little bumps up and down its length. Her nipples began to throb and stiffen in her bra. If those little bumps felt this good in her hand, how much better would they feel in her…

Suddenly the overhead speaker crackled to life. Melody’s voice poured out.

“Attention shoppers! We will be having a special product demonstration right now in the produce section! Please stop by for an unforgettable experience!”

Linda’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment, but before long her dazed eyes were pulled back to the phallic green shape in her hot little hands. She licked her lips unconsciously.

Shoppers were already gathering as the cruel young woman leaned over and whispered to Linda: “Since you’re such a professional, it should be no problem for you to show all these customers the many uses of a cucumber,” she purred. “And remember Linda, appearances are everything.

The mysterious young woman winked at the red-faced grocery store manager and turned to the rough circle of the crowd that had formed.” Ladies and gentlemen,” she said in a clear, ringing voice, “Please pay close attention as Linda gives a brief product demonstration.”

The demonstration will be very interesting, and even arousing. But none of you will feel disgusted or disturbed by anything you see 

The eyes of the crowd glazed over slightly and snapped to focus on Linda with rapt attentiveness. Her breaths rasped hot and rough in her throat as she squirmed in place, her thighs rubbing together and her hands gripping and feeling the firm vegetable in her hands compulsively. She could swear that her nipples were hard enough now that they might even be visible through her bra.

“C-cucumbers can be used for many, many things,” began Linda with a shaky smile, leaning back against the tomato display to keep her suddenly weak knees from buckling. “They can be cut up into a salad or used to garnish a cock… cocktail!” she squeaked, flushing red at her slip of the tongue. The crowd chuckled and whispered amongst themselves, their eyes locked onto the cute little faltering manager in front of them.

“L-large firm, ripe cucumbers like this…” said Linda, pausing for a moment to wipe away the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand. “Are so delicious that they… they can just be eaten by themselves as a tasty snack.” Linda raised the thick blunt end of the phallic vegetable to her mouth and extended her tongue, licking all around its tip while making a poorly suppressed moan.

Then she stretched her lips around the cucumber, thrusting it into her mouth.

She intended to take a big bite of the vegetable, showing the crowd how crisp and juicy the store’s produce was. But for some reason, with the thick girth of the cucumber in her mouth, she no longer wished to use her teeth at all. She began swirling her tongue around the cucumber, slowly thrusting it in and out of her drooling mouth as her eyes closed in ecstasy and she began making soft sounds of feminine pleasure deep in her throat.

Silently, the mysterious customer reached down and unzipped Kevin’s pants, freeing his cock (already stiff and eager from the erotic sight of his boss’s sexual humiliation) and slowly beginning to stroke it.

The crowd buzzed with laughter and whispers as Linda made wet, obscene sounds around the cucumber, thrusting it deeper and deeper into her drooling mouth.

Finally, the young woman seemed to decide that the simulated blowjob show had gone on long enough. She cleared her throat. Linda’s eyes flew open and she withdrew the thick cucumber from her throat dripping with thick saliva. She had lost control for a second there. The crowds' eyes bored into her. She noticed to her horror that most of the males in the crowd’s pants were tented. Not to mention the large, naked cock of her despised employee, being worked expertly by that strange, smug young woman.

“What else can you use a cucumber for?” asked the mystery woman sweetly.

“Well, um…” floundered Linda, her blush growing hotter. She struggled to think of anything a cucumber could be used for besides the use that filled her mind with red-hot, filthy imagery. “It can be used for s-smoothies,” she suggested weakly.

“What else, Linda?” asked the young woman, her dark eyes dancing with mischief,

“They c-can even be used as a hydrating skin treatment,” whimpered Linda, her thighs rubbing together and her hands unconsciously jerking off the vegetable in her trembling hands.

Show us your favorite way to use a cucumber, Linda said the mysterious girl with a smug, merciless smile.

Linda took a hot, trembling breath. She couldn’t believe she was really going to do this.

Linda felt the stares of the surrounding crowd of customers like a burning weight as she reached to her waist and popped open the button of her neat, professional slacks. This was so wrong, and twisted, and filthy. But her customer was right. She had to show these people the best, most satisfying way to use a long, thick, bumpy cucumber like this.

“W-watch closely,” said Linda in a raspy voice, wiggling out of her pants. She was past the point of no return now. The crowd was hungrily drinking in the soft, rounded nakedness of her thighs.

“In a pinch, cucumbers can be used as a…” Linda’s voice cut off in a whimper as she peeled down her panties, revealing her sloppy, sticky pussy, flushed and swollen with wild lust for the vegetable in her hand.

“... a sex toy,” she finished in a breathy, gasping voice. Linda had no more capacity for words or explanations, she balanced her round ass on the tomato display behind her, lifted one thick, shapely leg, and slowly inserted the large, thick cucumber into her eager pussy.

The crowd watched with rapt interest as the store manager pumped the cucumber in and out of her dripping cunt, moaning and gasping as she finally felt the vegetable's firm girth, its slick skin, its hard bumps moving inside her.

No one was more interested than Kevin, whose eyes were wide and dilated, his cock twitching and dripping precum as the young mesmerist jerked it.

“What do you say?” asked the young woman with a teasing wink. “Do you think that’s enough for your boss to learn her lesson? Or do you want… more?”

Kevin looked at his boss, her eyes squeezed shut with the intensity of her shameful pleasure, moaning lustily as she stuffed her pussy with produce. Then he looked down at the mysterious customer.

“...More.”

“Why did I think you would say that?” she said with a giggle. She pulled Kevin forward by his cock. Listen Linda she snapped, breaking the manager out of her slutty frenzy. All of the lust and desperation you feel for that cucumber? All of that has been transferred to Kevin’s cock.

Linda’s eyes glazed over for a moment, then focused with blazing sharpness on the impressive cock between Kevin’s legs. Her hand released the cucumber, which fell to the ground with a wet splat. Her eyes snapped up to meet Kevin’s, and filthy, hateful lust sparked hotly between them.

“Come here,” Linda snarled quietly, spreading her thick thighs wider to bare her dripping pussy. “Fuck me if you’re man enough.”

Kevin had no answering quip. He simply rushed forward, pulling his hated boss toward him for a bruising kiss as he slid easily into the hot, slick depths of her well-prepared pussy.

The mystery woman pulled back with an enthusiastic smile. She was pleased to see that Melody had returned from her errand and beckoned her close. “Your mistress needs a little stimulation to go with the show,” she said firmly, pushing Melody down to her knees. “Be a good slave and serve me on your knees.” Judging by the glowing smile on her face as her mistress pulled her pants and panties down, Melody was more than happy to oblige.

The stars of the public sex show sweated and grunted in the center of the crowd, which by now must have been all of the customers in the store. “Fuck me, you loser!” moaned Linda, roughly pawing at her own breasts, doing anything she could to increase her own stimulation. “Do a fucking good job at something for once in your life!”

“Shut the fuck up bitch,” grunted Kevin, using rough fingers to grip and pull his boss’s squishy hips, reveling in his opportunity to take out all of his frustrations on his boss’s soft, juicy pussy. “You’re going to respect me now. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to even look at me without thinking about how I conquered your pussy.”

Their words turned into moans and gasps as they lost themselves in the passion of their hatefuck, forgetting the crowd, forgetting the mesmerist that had caused everything, forgetting everything else in their lives. The only thing that mattered was the slick, pulsing rhythm of cock in pussy, rapidly driving them both to orgasm.

Both of Linda’s legs left the ground as Kevin’s forceful thrusts pinned her against the produce display with his cock. Tomatoes tumbled everywhere as Linda wrapped her legs tightly around Kevin’s waist, clawing at his back as her whole body shook and trembled. She let out a wild moan of blended rage and lust as Kevin thrust once more, crushing tomatoes beneath her as he came inside his bitch boss’s hot, wet pussy.

After a moment of stiff, straining pleasure, Kevin stumbled back, leaving Linda panting and moaning from the aftershocks of her overwhelming orgasm. She was lying on a ruined display of crushed tomatoes, her pants and underwear in a crumpled heap on the ground, her sloppy pussy displayed to the laughing crowd as it gently oozed her employee’s cum.

She didn’t look very professional.

Kevin felt a warm hand on his back and turned to see the mysterious young woman who had caused all this. Melody trailed after her, once again on her hands and knees, her face smeared and shiny, but also eager and happy.

“I’m going to take off. Turns out Melody is pretty talented. She’ll be more than enough for tonight’s entertainment,” said the woman matter-of-factly, with a satisfied smile on her face.

“What’s going to happen to her?” asked Kevin, looking down at Melody’s, dazed, fluid-smeared face.

“Nothing!” said the slim young woman with affronted shock. “She’ll have a night of mind-blowing sex, then I’ll wipe her memory in the morning. Speaking of which…” She turned to the crowd, which was still whispering to each other and watching Linda work through the afterglow of her orgasm.

Go back to Shopping. None of you will remember this happened. You won’t remember it either, Linda. Oh… and forget that you fired Kevin.

She turned back to Kevin with a wink. “You’re welcome, big boy. Why don’t I leave your memory as-is? I bet this memory will make things a lot more bearable next time that fussy little bitch tries to give you a hard time.”

Kevin frowned. “I… I guess thank you? Who are you exactly? How can you do all this?”

The young woman thought for a moment. If she was letting someone keep their memory for once, it wouldn’t make sense to give them her real name.

She remembered a name she had read while researching her abilities. That would do nicely.

“You can call me Faria,” said the young woman sweetly, before scooping up her bottle of vodka and heading for the exit, with her slave for the night crawling behind her.

…

Faria wasn’t close to stopping her years of mindless hedonism at that point. But despite never even having sex with him, Kevin stuck in her mind much longer than Melody did. There had been something compelling about using her powers to help someone else live out a fantasy. To teach someone a lesson.

When all of the pleasure finally dried up from using her abilities to get whatever she wanted, she remembered Kevin, and how fascinating it had been to help him.

… and that got her thinking.