Chapter 21: Th-that’s my car.

“Sure,” Lucy replied glancing back at Michael. He found himself another chair outside the changing rooms and sat down to wait.

In the cubicle, Cherry was chatting as she unzipped her top. “It can be really difficult to get good bras that fit when you’re a 34D.” She reached to the back of her neck and parted the Velcro, releasing her breasts from the leather. “I think it’s useful to have another girl to check there’s no… unsightly bulges. Y’know?” She dropped the halter top onto a small stool and turned to look at Lucy.

Lucy pounced, catching both of Cherry’s wrists and lifting them quickly over her head. Using the extra height provided her by nature and her boots, Lucy pinned Cherry’s wrists to the back wall of the cubicle stretched well up above her head. Their bodies pressed together and Cherry started to protest. Lucy silenced her by pressing her mouth hard against Cherry’s, her tongue probing between the older girl’s lips. At first Cherry resisted, but not for long; the kiss rapidly became two-way and passionate. It was Lucy that broke it eventually, pulling away to nip her way down Cherry’s jaw-line. Her teeth bit playfully at Cherry’s earlobe and then she began to whisper into Cherry’s ear, grinding her body against the half-naked woman as she did so.

“I want you, Cherry. I want to suck on those magnificent tits of yours. I want to lick all the way down your body from your tits and then I want to have you dance on my tongue until you cum. I want to squeeze your tits around Michael’s cock and watch him sliding up and down between them. I want to see him cum all over you and then I want to lick his jism off your tits. I want him to push his long, hard cock into your pretty little behind while I eat your pussy, and then when he’s cum, spurting all that hot juice up into your ass, I want to push my tongue in where he’s been and make you cum ’til you don’t know what day it is.”

Cherry was panting. Her eyes were tight shut and her skin was flushed. “You want it too, don’t you Cherry? You want Michael and me to fuck you. You want us to take you and use you. Don’t you Cherry? Just the thought of my tongue in your pussy is enough to make you wet, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes,” Cherry moaned. “I want it so bad.”

Lucy slid her hands down Cherry’s arms until she was gripping her biceps, pressing them against the wall. Now she could reach Cherry’s nipples with her mouth and she sucked first one, then the other in, lapping at the nipples with her tongue, and eliciting a moan of pleasure from her victim. She closed her teeth lightly on Cherry’s right nipple and the little blonde’s eyes burst open. Lucy straightened up and looked hard into Cherry’s eyes. “Beg me,” she said.

Cherry swallowed. “L-Lucy, please make me cum.”

“Not good enough.”

“Lucy, please, I beg you, please, I’ll do anything. Take me somewhere and fuck me.”

“You’ll do anything?”

“Anything you, or Michael, want me to do, I’ll do it if you’ll just let me cum.”

“Okay, since you’ve asked so nicely. Now, finish trying on your bra and then we’ll go somewhere more secluded.”

“I d-don’t think I want the bra just now,” Cherry whimpered.

“You’ll try it on, missy. I’m not having you drag me in here for no reason.”

Michael watched the two girls emerge from the changing rooms with a slightly bemused look on his face. He watched as Cherry followed meekly behind Lucy to the checkout, paid for her new bra and panties, and followed her over to where Michael was examining a rack of nightgowns. Lucy leaned toward Michael’s ear and whispered, “Looks like you don’t need special powers to turn someone into a sex slave.”

“Um,” Cherry said, her voice meek and unassuming, “I was thinking. There’s a place I know of, a friend of mine told me about it. I’ve wanted to go there for a while, but I’ve never had someone I thought I could go there with. W-we could go there.”

“Sounds… interesting,” Michael said. “Let’s try it.”

Cherry seemed to lose her nerve a little as she had to walk outside in her skimpy leather outfit. Michael gripped her waist tighter and propelled her out into the sunlight. “If you don’t keep walking,” he told her in a low voice, “I’ll open up those little shorts of yours and finger fuck you on the hood of your car.” She stiffened slightly. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“N-no,” Cherry whimpered.

“Don’t lie, Cherry.” He slipped his fingers a little way into the waistband of her shorts and she gasped. “You’re just a walking, dripping pussy right now. You’d do anything to get fucked.”

Cherry let out another little whimper. “Oh, god, yes,” she moaned. “Th-that’s my car.” She indicated a Ford saloon and started searching for her keys in her bag.

“At least it’s bigger than Julia’s,” Lucy commented. Squeezing into the back of the sports car Julia Calvin drove had given her cramp on more than one occasion.

Michael climbed into the back seat this time. He wanted Lucy to sit in the front beside Cherry. As they drove south toward the place Cherry had mentioned, Michael leaned forward and whispered in Lucy’s ear. She listened intently and, when he had sat back down, she pushed herself up off her seat, pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist, and sat back down again. Cherry swerved the car suddenly, but dragged it back under control. “What are you doing?” Cherry asked. “Someone will see.”

“Through the car door?” Michael asked.