I Don’t Do Requests
She could go home or she could do something she really wanted to do. Given a choice like that was like giving Vivian absolutely no choice at all. Given a choice like that, Vivian once more found herself at the mall.
It was crowded, Vivian thought, as she worked her car around the parking lot. That was okay, the young Asian woman thought. She knew what she liked and she knew where to get it.
She’d come to the mall straight from work meaning she looked every part the young professional that she was. Her skirt was dark and her blouse was white. She knew she looked good and she knew people were watching her. That was fine with her. They could watch all they wanted, but she was in control.
She stopped just inside the mall’s entrance. There was a store she liked and that would be as good as any to start her excursion.
She hadn’t been in the store long and already she was standing in line, waiting to make her purchase when her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number but she flipped it open. “Hello?”
“Hi. What you doing?”
“Who is this?”
“A friend, but I asked you a question. What are you doing?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Sure it is, but you didn’t answer my question. What are you doing?”
“None of your business is an answer.”
“Yes, it is, but it’s not the right answer. You’re at the mall. You could have said that instead.”
Vivian looked around her warily. She almost asked the caller how he knew that but she didn’t want to give anything away.
“I’ll bet you’re wondering how I knew that.”
“Maybe.”
“I suppose we should have a bit of a demonstration. I have a request to make.”
“Yeah right,” Vivian said. “I don’t do requests.”
“Sure you do. You just don’t know it yet. I want you to tell the saleswoman you’re talking to that you have something you need to do first and then I want you to go in the back of the store. I want you to find a dressing room and I want you to go in the back and masturbate. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah right. Like I’m going to do that.”
“Can I help you with anything,” the saleslady at the counter said.
Vivian gave the woman an exasperated look and she mouthed the words, “I’m on the phone.”
“I understand,” the saleswoman said, “but there are others waiting behind you.”
“I told you what you need to do,” said the man on the phone.
“Yeah, and I told you—”
“Miss,” said the saleslady. “Miss.”
“What is it,” Vivian snapped.
“The line.”
“Look. Can you just put that stuff on hold for me and I’ll be back to pick it up.”
“Of course, Miss.”
Vivian walked away from the counter.
“Still with me,” said the voice over her phone.
“Yeah, I’m still with you.”
“That’s good. I’m glad to hear it.”
“Listen here,” Vivian said. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t just call me up and tell me what to do.”
“Sure I can.”
Vivian had moved back into the store and away from the counter but now people were looking at her. She needed to find someplace private where she could tell this jerk off and then she’d go back and get her things and she’d be on her way.
The dressing rooms, Vivian thought. Not exactly private, but they were better than nothing.
“Are you masturbating yet?”
Vivian nodded knowingly to herself. He couldn’t really see her, she thought. He was only guessing. “I thought you’d know what I was doing,” she said.
“I do know. I was only being polite.”
“Ha. Right,” the young woman thought to herself even as she let herself into a dressing room. She’d tell this jerk off and then she’d be on her way.
“I know what you’re going to do.”
It amused her, Vivian thought. It amused her to toy with this man. In fact, it kind of made her kind of hot. It wasn’t like she was going to do what he told her to do but amused her to have him think that she would.
“What are you doing,” the man said.
“That’s none of your business,” Vivian said as she pulled up her skirt. She let her fingers slide between her legs. Damn, her pussy was wet.
“Sure it is,” the man said. “I know what you’re doing. I just want to hear you say it.”
Vivian took her panties down. Ha, she thought to herself even as she let her fingers slide between her legs. Yeah right, like this man really knew what she was doing.
“Are you playing with yourself?”
Vivian stifled back the urge to moan. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she told the man.
“But I already do know.”
Yeah right, Vivian thought as her fingers continued to play with her pussy. You might think you know but you don’t really know.
“You’re getting closer,” the man said.
Closer?
“You’re getting closer to cumming.”
Vivian couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help but let out a low moan. She’d forgotten all about what she’d told the man.
“You’re going to cum,” the man told her.
“Yes,” Vivian moaned.
“You’re rubbing yourself harder.”
“Yes,” Vivian moaned as she rubbed her pussy even harder.
“You’re going to cum for me,” the man said.
“Yes,” Vivian said.
“You’re going to cum for me on demand.”
Vivian couldn’t say anything. There was just her hand and her fingers and her fingers felt so good between her legs.
“You’re going to cum for me,” the man said. “You’re going to cum for me now.”
“Oh geez,” Vivian moaned and then she gulped. “Oh geez.”
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
With a start, Vivian suddenly realized what she’d done. She pulled her hand back from between her legs. “Shut up,” she told the man angrily as she pulled her panties up.
“Got to you, didn’t I,” the man said.
“I said shut up.”
Vivian heard the man chuckle. “We’ll talk again,” she heard the man say and with that, the line went dead.
Why had she done that, Vivian wondered as she made her way back through the store, and what was more, why had she liked it.
Vivian still didn’t have an answer to her questions by the time she reached the front of the store. No one was looking at her but Vivian couldn’t help but wonder if they knew what she’d done, and just the thought of that made her even hotter. She wasn’t an exhibitionist, Vivian told herself, and yet the thought that these people might know what she’d done, that thought just made her so hot.
She was still wondering that when she finally emerged from the store with her purchases in hand.
Vivian’s phone rang again. “Hello?”
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“You,” she sputtered angrily.
“Of course it’s me. Who else did you think it would be?”
“I have half a mind to—”
“To do what,” the voice on the phone interrupted her. “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do because you know you want it. You want to be controlled.”
Vivian didn’t say anything.
“You know I’m right,” the voice said.
“You’re not right,” Vivian protested.
“But that’s just you, saying what it is you think you’re supposed to say.” There was a pause and then the voice asked, “How do you feel about sporting goods stores.”
“What?”
“You heard me. How do you feel about sporting goods stores?”
“They’re boring. Why?”
“Because there’s a store coming up on your right. You should go in.”
“I already told you, they’re boring, and besides, I don’t do requests.”
“I think you will,” said the voice on the other end of the line, and with that, the phone went dead.
Vivian could see the store coming up on her right just like the voice had told her it would be. She still had no intention of going in, only ... only she was curious. Why did the voice want her to go in there?
Vivian peered in from the outside. As far as she could tell, there was nothing out of the ordinary with this store. Two guys were manning the cash registers and each was helping a customer. Further on inside the store, Vivian could see customers milling about, but there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary.
Even without realizing she was doing it, she took first one step and then a second step forward. Why did the voice want her to go in there, she wondered.
She hadn’t been lying when she said she thought sporting goods stores were boring, but she was intrigued. She had to know. What was so special about this one?
She took another step forward and then another. She crossed the threshold into the store and suddenly, her phone rang.
“Hello,” she said.
“I see you’ve arrived at last.”
The voice, Vivian thought. “Why did you send me here?”
The voice just chuckled. “You’ll see,” the voice said and then the line went dead.
Vivian wandered deeper into the store, still wondering why the voice had sent her here.
“Miss,” a man’s voice called out to her, and Vivian turned to find an earnest-looking kid staring at her.
“Yes?”
“I think you’re in the wrong place. If you’d please follow me.”
Vivian followed. She wasn’t even sure why she did. It just seemed more logical to do something rather than to just stand around and do nothing.
The man led her into an area of the store where work-out machines were on display. “If you’d strip, please.”
“W-what?”
“I need you to take your clothes off,” the man said.
Vivivan knew she should say no and yet the weird thing was, it almost seemed as if somehow, some way, this whole thing had been set up just for her.
“I don’t have all day,” the young man said. “We do have other customers you know.”
Why was she doing this, Vivian asked herself and yet even as she did, off came her blouse and off came her skirt and off came her heels.
“I need you to take it all off,” the young man said.
“Oh God,” Vivian groaned and then in the next instant, her bra was coming off and her panties, too, and suddenly, Vivian was standing there, standing there very much naked, and feeling very, very hot.
The man nodded and Vivian knew he was checking out her body. “Well all right then,” he said finally, “if you’ll follow me...”
Vivian followed.
“Let’s get you ready then,” the young man said and before Vivian realized what was happening, a blindfold had been placed across her eyes.
“What are you doing,” asked a panicky Vivian.
“Now, if you’ll just sit down here,” the man said even as he guided her to a work-out bench.
Wait a minute, Vivian thought. Wait. This couldn’t be happening to her and yet it was. She could feel the vinyl of the bench against her bare thighs and then someone was taking hold of her wrists.
Wait a minute, she wanted to say and yet she couldn’t. Soft, silky cloth was used to bind her wrists and then her wrists were being tied in front of her to something metal. She knew that because she could feel the coolness of it but whatever it was, it was too sturdy to let her easily pull herself free.
And even as she thought about that, she found her ankles were being pulled back and were being tied to something as well and suddenly, Vivian realized she was very much on display. She pulled on her restraints but they held fast.
“Easy now,” she heard the store worker say. “Just sit back and enjoy it.”
Exactly what, Vivian wondered, was she supposed to enjoy.
Vivian didn’t have long to wait to find out.
The touch was only for a moment but it was long enough. A hand cupped her ass and it lingered there just long enough before sliding up on her body and then it was gone.
Vivian groaned. Here she was, tied up and on display and someone had just copped a feel of her butt, and she had no idea who it was, and she had no idea why it was that that made her so hot.
But the touch was only there for a moment and then it was gone and then there was nothing, and it left Vivian wanting more.
She could hear people milling about. She knew they were there and she knew what she wanted. She wanted them to touch her.
Once again, it came without warning. This time, the hand slid around Vivian’s slender waist. It lingered for a moment, and then like the other one, it was gone.
Vivian moaned in frustration. She wasn’t sure why but she seemed incapable of saying anything. The best, she could do, it seemed, was moan whenever a hand did what she wanted.
Her body struggled against her restraints. She knew what she wanted but she also knew getting what she wanted wasn’t up to her.
The next hand that touched her touched her higher up. This one lingered on her bare back and Vivian moaned. At least, this one wasn’t going away, she thought.
The hand slid down and then it was under her body. The hand cupped her tits and then it was giving them a squeeze.
And Vivian moaned as that hand let go of her tits. “No,” she wanted to scream. “No.” She wanted more. She wanted so much more.
Her body shook against her restraints but whatever was holding her kept holding her firm. This was insane, she told herself. This was insane. She wanted more.
The next hand took her without warning.
Like the first one, this one had started on her ass but it didn’t stay there. It was sliding down. It was slipping between her legs and Vivian moaned. She hadn’t realized how wet she was until that finger slid between her legs.
This one lingered with the finger sliding back and forth in her pussy and Vivian couldn’t help it. She just had to moan.
And then like the others, it was gone, and once more, Vivian thrashed against her restraints. She knew what she needed. She needed more.
Once more, another hand was back and once more, it was her tits that got the attention. She could feel those fingers as they squeezed her nipples and as good as that felt, Vivian knew what she needed. She needed more.
Once more, the hand left her and once more, Vivian moaned in frustration. Couldn’t they see what she needed, she thought. Wasn’t it obvious? She needed more.
The next time she felt something, it was a pair of hands on her ass. Someone was behind her, Vivian realized. Oh God, yes. Someone was behind her. “Take me,” she wanted to tell the man. “Take me. Take me hard.”
But the man didn’t take her. His hands just caressed her ass and just when Vivian thought for sure she wasn’t going to get what she needed, she felt it, the feel of a cock sliding in between her legs, up inside her warm, wet pussy.
“Oh yeah,” Vivian moaned and the best part about it was he was taking it slow, like he wanted to make sure Vivian knew just what it was she’d let herself in for. He’d hold for just a moment when he had himself inside her and then he’d pull himself back, only to once more push his cock inside her again.
Oh God, Vivian moaned. He was so big inside her and he was stretching her pussy so good.
He was going faster now and still, he hadn’t said anything, and that excited her. She didn’t know anything. She didn’t know if there was a crowd watching. She didn’t know what the man looked like. She didn’t know if there was another man lined up behind him to take his place. She didn’t know anything. All she knew was how good his cock felt how hot it made her feel.
That cock was definitely coming harder now and Vivian could feel her pussy respond to the intensity of it. She was getting hotter and wetter. She didn’t care who was watching. Not anymore. She just didn’t care.
Oh God, she wanted to cum. She wanted it bad.
There was something in the way he was fucking her, something in the way his hands felt around her waist, something in the way he sounded. He still said nothing but Vivian knew. He was going to cum. He was going to cum inside her pussy.
Vivian heard the man grunt even as he buried himself inside her cunt and instinctively, Vivian knew. Her pussy gripped his cock even tighter and Vivian knew. She could feel it happening. She could feel it happening to her. She knew she was cumming and she knew he was cumming, too.
She was panting as the guy finally pulled out of her. That was ... that was great.
There was another hand on her, another hand caressing her hand and then that hand was on the move. Suddenly, the blindfold was being removed and the very same boy who’d led her here was untying her hands.
“You’ve got to get up now,” the boy said.
Vivian couldn’t help it. She was feeling horny. “But why,” she pouted. She flopped over on her back and she spread her legs for the boy. God, she felt like such a slut and yet, she couldn’t help herself. “Don’t you want to fuck me,” she said with a pout.
“Definitely,” the store worker said, “but unfortunately, we need this space, so unfortunately, you’re going to have to go.”
This wasn’t right, Vivian told herself. Why was she behaving like this and yet she knew there was a part of her that wanted to just keep on doing what she was doing.
Vivian’s phone rang when she was back in the mall. “Hello?”
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
There was a part of her that desperately wanted to answer yes. She had enjoyed herself but she wasn’t supposed to say that. It was only that ... it was only that it felt so good.
The voice on the other end of the line chuckled. “You don’t have to thank me,” the voice said.
“Thank you,” Vivian said. “Thank you for what?”
If the voice was upset at her tone, it showed no indication of it. The voice just chuckled again. “A pussy full of cum I guess would be a good place to start.”
Vivian said nothing.
“What’s the matter,” the voice said with a chuckle. “Got nothing to say?”
“Not to you,” Vivian said.
“And yet you continue to listen, but don’t you worry. You’ll like this next part.”
Why had her pussy suddenly acted so excited at those next words. She wasn’t supposed to be liking any of this.
“You know the lingerie store in the mall?”
“No,” Vivian lied.
The voice chuckled again. “Sure you do. It’s one of your favorite stores. I want you to go there.”
“I told you before. I don’t do requests.”
The voice chuckled yet again. “I know, and yet, you seem to do them anyway,” and with that, the line went dead.
Vivian growled at her phone. Damned voice, she told herself. Who was it to tell her what to do, but the voice was right. The lingerie store was one of her favorite stores. So she could do what the voice said and she could go to the store or she could choose not to go to the store, but since she’d wanted to go to the store anyway, if she didn’t go to the store, wouldn’t that mean that in a way, the voice was still controlling her.
Damn it. She knew what she wanted and she wasn’t going to let the voice tell her what to do so Vivian gritted her teeth and she went on in.
If anyone was expecting her, no one showed it. Unlike the sporting goods store, no one approached her which in and of itself was weird. Normally, the staff here was very good about making sure you found what you wanted. Almost as soon as you entered the place, someone was there to see what you wanted, so the fact that no one came up to her, that in and of itself was strange.
But still, it wasn’t like the sporting goods store. That had been weird, Vivian thought.
A pair of panties caught her eye. She wasn’t sure what it was about them that attracted her to them, but there was definitely something. She picked them up and almost immediately discovered something else about the panties. These were crotchless panties. She didn’t know they sold those here.
She put them down and she’d meant to walk away but no sooner had she tried to walk away than she found herself turning back around. There was something about them, she told herself. She picked them up. There was something, but she wasn’t sure what.
It was weird. Still, no saleswoman had approached her and that was highly unusual.
She looked at the panties. She wanted them but really, if she was going to get them, she’d have to have a matching bra.
Almost immediately, she spotted it on another table. The bra was a perfect match for the panties. It was the only one like it around and when she looked, she found it was her size.
She wanted them, Vivian thought, or maybe it was that they wanted her. Whatever it was, she had to have them but now that she did have them, she had an urge. She had to have them right now.
This was wrong, Vivian tried to tell herself, and yet she knew her body didn’t care.
She had to have them. She needed them now.
Something was wrong, Vivian told herself, and yet ...
Vivian stopped herself. Her fingers had been toying with her blouse and she knew instinctively what they had been about to do.
This was wrong, she told herself. This was very wrong. She had to put them back, she told herself, and yet, she knew she couldn’t. She didn’t want to.
Her fingers were working again, this time on her skirt. She tried to stop herself but her hands just weren’t listening to her, and then she was pushing down the panties she’d put on that morning.
This was wrong she tried to tell herself one last time. This was wrong, but her body wasn’t listening.
Her hands were back again on her blouse, loosening the buttons and then she was sliding the blouse off her shoulders.
This was wrong, she told herself. This was wrong. She shouldn’t let herself do this and yet she was.
Her bra came next. It was all she had left and yet there she was, undoing the catches and taking it off.
She was naked and yet the weird thing was no one seemed to notice. Not the staff and not the customers. It was almost as if she were invisible but she knew she wasn’t.
The panties first, she told herself. She picked them up and looked at them. They looked so sheer and yet there was something about them. They made her feel, well, hot wasn’t exactly the right word, but it was close enough. She pulled them up her legs and she felt a charge of energy as she pulled them into place.
The bra was next. She pulled the bra into place and ... something changed.
It seemed as if every fiber of her being was suddenly on fire. She could feel everything, the coolness of the air, the ends of her hair that reached almost all the way down her back.
She needed more. She needed to be touched and yet the greater her need, the harder it was to get what she wanted. Her body seemed stiff and hard to move and when she tried to open her mouth, she seemed unable to do even that. It seemed as if the more her body needed attention, the less able she was to get it.
Her body was stiff and unwilling to move. This should have frightened her and yet, it didn’t. Her pussy was wet. Her pussy needed attention, and more than anything, this ruled her entire thoughts. Next to getting her pussy taken care of, nothing else mattered.
A saleslady and a customer were coming up to her. She knew she should embarrassed standing here like she was, but she didn’t. Her pussy was everything. It really was all that mattered.
“We just got these in the other day,” the saleswoman said. “Go ahead, you can touch them.”
And to Vivian’s surprise, the woman was reaching forward and touching her!
Well, not her exactly, but her panties. “They are nice,” the woman said.
The saleswoman shook her head. “No, you got to touch them,” the woman said and then without any warning, she smacked Vivian on the ass and then her hand was stroking Vivian’s ass.
Vivian was shocked. She wanted to say something but when she tried to open her mouth, absolutely nothing happened. She couldn’t move at all.
“I see what you mean,” the woman said.
“Did you know those panties are crotchless?”
“You don’t say,” the woman said and Vivian could feel her fingers moving, moving and sliding down between her legs.
Vivian wanted to say something but she couldn’t.
“I think your mannequin’s getting kind of wet,” the woman said.
“Well, of course it is,” the sales woman said. “We want our mannequins to be of the best quality.”
The woman’s fingers were still rubbing between Vivian’s legs and Vivian still found herself powerless to react. “I don’t see what that has to do with anything,” the customer said.
“It’s got everything to do with everything. We want our mannequins to be of the highest quality. We want people to imagine what it would be like if instead of our mannequins, they were the ones wearing our clothes.”
“I suppose I can see that,” the customer said as her fingers continued to work their way between Vivian’s legs.
Vivian wanted to moan. She wanted to moan so bad and somehow, the inability to do so just made her even hotter.
“Just look at her,” the saleslady said. “Such a cute face and couldn’t you imagine what it would be like if you were her. Or put it this way. If you were a guy, you’d want to fuck her, wouldn’t you?”
“I certainly would,” the customer said.
The saleslady pulled one of Vivian’s tits free. “And would you look at these. Look how nice and perky these are. Doesn’t this just make you want to have a body like this?”
The customer had a hand up under her own skirt even as her fingers continue to work Vivian’s pussy. “Oh yeah,” the woman moaned.
Vivian wanted to cry out. She wanted to cum so bad but all she could do was stand there.
“You look like you’re enjoying this,” the saleslady said. “You look like you’re enjoying our mannequin.”
“You think,” the customer said tightly.
“Yeah, I think. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were going to get yourself off by playing with our mannequin.”
The customer just groaned.
“It’s okay,” the saleslady said. “It happens all the time.”
The woman moaned even as Vivian’s pussy clenched. She knew the woman was cumming, just like her.
The two women talked for a few moments longer before they moved off and still, Vivian was frozen where she was. It was only after they’d left that she finally began to be able to move again.
She was still standing there in just the bra and panties when her phone rang again. She didn’t have to look at the number. She knew who it was. “Yeah?”
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“You know I did.”
The voice chuckled. “I’m glad you’re willing to admit it. You can keep the bra and panties. Consider them a gift.”
“Gee, thanks,” Vivian said, and yet in a way she couldn’t quite explain, she was glad the voice had said it.
“You should get dressed.”
Vivian got herself dressed. So far, the voice had been right about everything else. Why wouldn’t he be right about this, too.
“I’ve got something for you.”
“For me.”
“Lower level. Out by the stage. Go now.”
Vivian knew where that was. It was a stage with a majestic, purple curtain. It had a catwalk and they sometimes did shows there.
There was no one at the stage but Vivian had no doubt that that wouldn’t matter. She knew that in a matter of moments, she’d be required to perform again.
“It’s there on the edge,” the voice said.
There was something there. It was a small vase with one rose.
“What’s this,” Vivian asked.
“A gift. You were fun, and Vivian?”
“Yes?”
“You can count on it. We’ll be doing this again.”