Shopping Spree

Angela really couldn't try much harder to give off an air of “don't talk to me.” Sitting alone on a bench at a mall, she'd just gotten a text from a friend, who was supposed to have met her there at 3:00, saying she wouldn't be there until 3:45. Her sour demeanor was already genuine. Even her look, she thought, was unapproachable. Sure, the high-top black leather sneakers she wore might have cost her parents $700, but she didn't feel like she was showing off. She was in jeans and a hoodie, and the jacket wasn't even that fancy. 

 So why in the whole fucking world would this dude not shove off? Erik was his name, apparently. He'd introduced himself, and she'd neglected to return the favor. That should have been enough, she thought. He'd gone on insisting that he'd gone to the high school she was in before he'd graduated. If she'd wanted 

the conversation, she could have mentioned how she was about to graduate, and asked him how he liked college - but she hadn't. She'd raised her eyebrows and said “cool,” then turned away. 

 And that was it! Still, the dude persisted, sitting down next to her. He was so boring to listen to. “See, when I was in Mrs. Percy's class,” he was saying, “there was this girl that looked just like you! She kept falling asleep in class, though. I remember that class was pretty boring, but...” One, Angela thought, no high school senior wanted to talk about someone else's classes on the weekend. Two - not flattering, dude. 

The best option, she figured, was to let him go on talking until he got the hint. His words could just go in one ear and out the other. Hell, maybe she'd even pretend to fall asleep, just like the girl he'd mentioned. Maybe then he'd realize he was just as boring and lame as a chemistry class. Angela had fallen asleep in class more than a couple times herself, so she knew how to act the part. 

The trick was to pretend like she was trying to stay awake and finding it impossible. She decided she could give it a shot. She put her elbow on the armrest and rested her chin on her hand, staring off into nothing. In one ear and out the other. She was really getting into it, letting her eyelids really feel heavy, letting her ears feel fuzzy - just feeling head to toe like it would be a good idea to sleep. Her plump lips parted slightly as her head tilted to the side. In one ear and out the other. She breathed steady for a while until her eyes drifted shut, then perked up, as though startled that she'd gone to sleep, just like a girl bored in class. 

But just like that girl he'd been talking about - was he still talking about her? Just like that girl, she couldn't keep up the act of staying awake for very long, because when you're falling asleep in class like that, your brain has already decided to sleep. Your body just has to catch up. Angela gave the perfect impression. Eyes closing, chest rising and falling, sliding lower in her seat. Sliding deeper and deeper down. In one ear and out the other, all the while. Just acting, not thinking. In one ear, and out the other. In one ear, and… 

Like so many students falling asleep in class, Angela was woken up by her phone buzzing. Bleary-eyed and blinking rapidly, she looked to see if her friend was texting her to say she was 

finally there. It wasn't her friend - it was a notification she'd been tagged in a photo. She wiped something off her face, and realized with horror that she'd been drooling. Oh my God, she thought. The guy had actually bored her so much that he'd put her to sleep. 

She looked back to the other side of the bench and realized he was still there. At least he'd stopped talking, but she didn't like the smile on his face, for some reason. “Hey,” he said. “Check the photo!” 

Angela blinked, her eyelashes still feeling kinda tangled from her midday doze.. “You… Took a picture of me?” 

Feeling still half-asleep, the dazed girl unlocked her phone and looked at what had been posted. He'd taken a picture of himself and her in selfie mode, and sure enough, she looked
hard asleep. Her lips were pretty far apart, and enough drool had run down her chin that the glistening line was visible in the picture. It was captioned with, “Look who I ran across at the mall!” And a few little sleeping emojis, too, just to rub it in. 

“Oh my God,” Angela groaned. She was embarrassed, and felt like she should be angry, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't figure out what she was supposed to be angry with. 

“Something wrong?,” Erik asked. 

“No,” Angela replied. “I mean, wait… Yes?” 

“Aw, poor Angela. You look soooo confused,” he teased. 

“No, I'm just…” Angela rubbed her eyes. “When did you learn my name?” 

“Well, you kinda talk a lot in your sleep,” Erik said. “Hey, let's go shopping! Follow me.” 

“As if,” Angela huffed, standing up from her bench and following after Erik as he walked away. “Wait, why am I… Hey, where are we going?,” she called after him, hurrying to get closer before he was lost in the crowd. 

“Well, first I want to pick up some toys,” he said. 

“Toys? What are you, eight? Why am I even following you, anyways?” 

“Probably because I told you to!” Erik grinned. “And no, no. Wrong kind of toys. Hold my hand.” 

Angela's stared at her hand with wide eyes as it slid into Erik's palm. “I don't… Why am I doing this?” 

“Well, you must have thought it was a good idea when I said it, right?” Erik guided her through the mall, taking a left at some kiosks selling phone cases. 

“But…” Angela was stumped. Fortunately, she didn't have to dwell on it too long. 

“Ah, here we are!” Erik stopped them in front of a little store tucked away in the back. The sign titled it
Eve's Apple

in a curling font, and the windows were all too dark to see through. 

 “This is a…” Angela swallowed. “Sex shop, right?” 

“Uh huh!” Erik smiled. “Hold the door for me on the way in.” 

Beet-red in the face, Angela opened the door, and Erik went inside. She'd never been into one of these places. She didn't particularly want to go into one, and certainly not with this crazy stranger. And despite all that, she walked in after him. 

The place was mostly empty. The woman at the cash register hardly looked up as they walked in, just a glance to make sure it wasn't some children running in. Erik walked past the sensual massage oils and racks of DVDs, straight to the tucked-away corner that held a colorful assortment of large, silicone dildos. 

“I have to get out of here,” Angela breathed quietly. 

“Actually,” Erik said, “You need to pick one out!” 

“But I don't want any,” Angela whined. 

“Nonsense. Pick the one you like the most.” 

Angela's eyes scanned over the shelves reflexively, and her finger raised to point at a fat one that had a spiralling purple pattern. “I… I don't…” Angela's thighs squeezed together. She couldn't hold it back. “I like that one?” 

“Ah, great choice! Hey, why don't you go ahead and pick it up and imagine it fucking you for a little bit while I go pick some other stuff out?” 

“What the fuck are you…” Angela's hand was slowly drifting towards it. It was like she was in a dream, and she couldn't stop herself. 

“You'll want to keep your mouth closed, probably,” Erik said, walking away. “Be back in a bit!” 

So Erik left Angela standing in a corner, running her fingers over the smooth, sculpted surface of the toy, her mind racing with images of it coming to life and plowing her. It was as though 

every bit of her but her hands were paralyzed - she was stroking the toy with her palms and fingers idly as the lewd, unwanted dream played out in her head. She had to lean forward and put her forehead on the wall to keep from falling over; her body was starting to twitch and jerk with every imagined thrust. Were those windows really dark enough to keep people from seeing her like this? Why was she going along with all this? And why the
fuck

did it feel so good when all she was doing was stroking the thing and thinking about how good it would feel to stuff it inside herself, deep enough that its fat base stretched her, so deep that she… That she… 

A hand wrapped itself around her mouth from behind just in time as she came. Her breath hissed through Erik’s fingers, and his palm over her lips was the only thing keeping her whimpering, pleading moans from being heard by the cashier. “I warned you, didn’t I?” Angela’s eyes rolled up, and her thighs squeezed together hard. It was only after Erik lifted the toy from her hands that her abs were able to relax and she was able to come down from the orgasm. 

Angela panted as Erik put the toy back on the shelf. “I already bought one for you,” he said, lifting a bag he had set down on the floor. “Along with some other stuff. Well, you bought it, but you gave me your credit card.” 

Angela stiffened. “Wait… No, that’s my dad’s card, and he watches what I buy with it, if he sees…” 

“Oh, you’ll figure out a way to deal with it, I’m sure. But hey, as long as we’re buying stuff, let’s go get you a slutty outfit to wear home. On to the next store!” 

Angela stormed out of Eve’s Apple with him. She was angry, and frustrated even more so by the fact that she couldn’t figure out what she was supposed to be angry with. “I am
not wearing anything ‘slutty’ home.” 

“Oh, I’m sure you will if I…” Erik paused. “Hey, hold my hand again.” Still frowning, Angela slipped her hand into his. “Right, I’m sure you will if I just say, ‘good girl.’” 

It became immediately apparent why he’d taken her hand. He had to pull her back against his body to keep her from collapsing to the ground as a wave of brain-melting, submissive satisfaction rolled from her tingling scalp down to her toes. ”You… You can’t say, when- When I hear that, you… I…” Angela’s eyelids were fluttering over her rolling eyes, and she bit her lip to stop her stammering. 

It all crashed to a halt when Erik snapped his fingers. Everything was back to normal - and that meant that she saw a crowd of faces all around her, watching her nuzzle her cheek into this strange man’s chest and hearing her make all those embarrassing noises. 

“You’re too much fun,” Erik said. “And cute when you’re so close to cumming. Call me sir from now on. Maybe I’ll make you get all cute like that again.” 

 “Whatever, sir,” Angela huffed, peeling herself away from him. 

Erik seemed to know his way around the lingerie shop he took her to. If Angela had been thinking more clearly, she might have wondered if he’d taken girls here often - but she wasn’t thinking clearly. He’d called her a “good girl” again, and that left her weak at the knees, barely able to stand by just clinging onto his arm and letting him lead her around. She didn’t orgasm again, but every second spent walking through that store was blissful torture on the brink. She was all at once terrified of going over in an embarrassingly loud fashion and infinitely frustrated that she couldn’t do so. 

It wasn’t until they were actually in a changing room that Erik snapped her back to her senses. “How was that?” 

Angela was leaning on the wall for support. “Oh… My God… Like…” She closed her eyes. “I just wanted to cum so bad, sir.” She furrowed her brow at that and hit the wall once with her fist. “Ugh! And why do I keep calling you… Sir, sir?” 

“Beats me! Your panties are soaked through to your jeans, by the way.” Erik was looking right at her crotch. “Let’s try a new trick. How about you
be a doll, and…” 

 Angela stopped listening. All over again, she felt like that poor sleeping girl who just couldn’t win the fight to stay awake. This time, though, she didn’t
really sleep. She kept moving, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel a thing about any of what she was doing. She heard words, and she obeyed them. Everything was simple. 

When she returned from the trance, she was standing in front of Erik in the changing room - but all her clothes felt different. She looked down. He’d picked her out something she’d
never wear - white, fishnet leggings, a black-and-blue microskirt and a matching halter top. She’d even somehow gotten herself into some blue high heels. There was no bra beneath her top, and she could see her stiff nipples through the fabric. “How the Hell did…” 

“Ah,” Erik interrupted her, smoothing out a wrinkle. “There we go.” He sat down on the bench - it was one of the larger dressing rooms. “Feel anything else?” 

Angela squirmed. “Y-yes sir, something’s…” 

Erik pulled a little remote out of the bag and turned a dial on it. Angela nearly yelled out at the sudden buzzing sensation beneath her panties. “Good toys, huh?” 

Angela leaned her back against the wall, arching her hips forward and pulling up her skirt. A little box - one that the skirt didn’t totally hide anyhow - was strapped to the inside of her creamy, sticky thigh, and some wires ran from its top up into a pair of panties she’d never seen. 

The panties were white, see-through lace - and even if they hadn’t been see-through, they wouldn’t have hidden much. “Get up off the wall and model it for me. I want to see what it looks like from behind.” 

“I-I can’t sir, the…” Angela’s knees felt like jelly, but despite her protests, she managed to turn and put her hands against the wall, sticking her butt out with her legs straight. At that angle, the skirt hid no more than half her ass. “L-like this?” 

“Yeah, that’s pretty good.” Angela tried to stand up, but her ankles weren’t used to the heels, and she nearly tripped. She opted to stick to the wall for support. It was a good thing, too, because Erik hit a button on the remote, and it might as well have been a ‘Make Angela Cum’ button. Her cheek smushed against the wall as her hips thrust back farther, her pussy spasming around the egg vibe that she couldn’t remember sliding inside herself. 

The world turned blurry - she started to fall, and Erik caught her, and he guided her down to the bench as her orgasm continued with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. “There you go. Good girl.” Erik brushed her hair from her cheek with a finger. It was all too much for Angela’s conscious mind to take in - that mind gave up, and the good girl took over. 

Her memories of the rest of the time in the changing room were just flashes of brief lucidity between orgasms. Erik wrapped his hand around her mouth and whispered more words into her ear - in one ear and out the other they went, of course - and she’d sucked his finger when he pushed it between her lips. There was a gap, and then she was down on the floor on all fours, her rear raised towards Erik. She could see peoples’ feet beneath the door as they walked into other rooms. She didn’t stay conscious long enough that time to even realized that her mouth had been gagged by a thigh-high. At some point, Erik had taken that dildo out of the bag and let her play with it as he watched. 

It wasn’t until she was out in the mall proper again that Angela started forming more coherent thoughts. In a sudden panic, she realized that she was still wearing the same clothes she’d been wearing in the changing room. And that she’d actually been
smiling like an idiot while she stumbled through the mall, struggling to stay upright in her heels. 

Her phone was in one hand, and her purse - and the bag with the dildos and vibes and lube and everything else Erik had bought, was in her other. 

“Miss!” The security guard trying to get her attention said for the third time. Angela nearly jumped out of her skin. “I’m going to need to ask you to leave; you’re disturbing the other patrons.” 

Hand shaking, Angela looked at her phone. On it were a series of messages from two people. One was from the friend she’d meant to meet here wondering where the Hell she was. The other was from a new contact named Erik, and from the preview, she could tell that they were instructions on where to find him. 

“I…” If Angela’s face could get any redder, it would have. “Yes, sir. I… I know where to go.” Hurrying out the exit as fast as she could in the heels she was wearing, Angela unlocked her phone, and she opened Erik’s message. She copied the address from it, then she thumbed her way over to the Uber app. 

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By:  Akaece

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