While I've been here at "Literotica" for less than a month I've been writing for years. This story is one of the first stories I published. While it's old... It is new here. Enjoy.
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Carol awoke, stretched and greeted the morning; it was her day off, Friday, her favorite day of the week, the one-day that was hers alone. No one to answer to, no responsibilities... well one anyway feeding the animals but that was it. After the animals were fed she could spend the remainder of the day chasing whatever trouble came into her mind.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee tantalized her nose and greedily she reached for it, thinking to herself how lucky she was to be loved by someone who, as they left for work, cared enough to leave behind a steamy cup just for her. The hot brew eased away the sleep and its warming caress helped her greet the day. Lying there she wondered how she was going to spend her time. Playing on the computer? Shaking her head she dismissed that thought. Maybe a pedicure? No she was feeling too active to sit in one place for too long. Shopping! Yup, that was it. The thought of wandering the mall for hours was perfect for this Friday.
Distractedly thinking of the shops she would visit she took a shower, applied her makeup, did her hair and then looking into the mirror she knew this was going to be a good day, because her reflection said she looked scrumptious! Off to the closet, she wanted something comfortable yet sexy to blend well with how she was feeling, ah yes, a blouse that showed just a touch to much of her cleavage, a pair of her long legged jeans and a pair of naughty shoes. Not the most comfortable choice in footwear but she admired how they complemented what she wore and besides they made her feel sexy... sexy on the wicked side of sexy. A little dab of her perfume and off she went.
In and out of the stores she bounced, happy and light hearted, feeling more than one masculine head turn as she passed. Yes, indeed this was a good day. Knowing that she looked tasty she passed another guy and smiled inwardly as she caught him do a double take but this time a brief spark of familiarity caused Carol to slow her pace. Coyly, she looked back over her shoulder but he had already disappeared and not being able to place the face she dismissed the feeling returning to her jaunt through the mall.
A new store loomed ahead of her with a provocative name..."The Darkened Alley"... intrigued she strolled in. This was something really new and different and it was perfect for the mood she was in. It was like a Victoria's Secrets but with a dose of sinister wickedness added to the mix. Carol looked around and her first impression was that this place was bit more risqué than Vickie's. The racks of blouses and dresses were a bit more reveling. The lingerie was dark and sexy and even the manikins added to the ambiance of the place. Looking up at one of them Carol's eyes traveled over how they had dressed it. The manikin wore a black skirt, which was so short that if a real live woman wore it the cheeks of her ass would flash with each step she took. The skirt was belted with a heavy chrome chain that left a linked chrome end suggestively dangling past the hem, leather cuffs highlighted by metal bars and studs surrounded its wrists, a hinged metal collar with a loop for a leash, a blouse that was nothing more than a thin scarf knotted at the neck and waist barely hiding the plaster woman's breasts. The topper to the whole display was a black velvet blindfold... definitely this was a dark, dark Vickie's.
The whole image was a bit over the top but the scarf was interesting. Not that she would wear a scarf this way in public but still it might be fun to see how it looked on her. She picked up a few items including a couple of scarves one of the too long, too heavy metal belts, a dress and a couple blouses. Looking along the walls she saw the sign pointing to the dressing rooms and off she headed.
The entrance to the dressing rooms was cave like, a dark entryway into an equally dark changing area. Looking up she could see a number of spotlights shooting columns of light from the high ceiling into each changing booth noting that even these spots failed to disperse the shadows. Carol moved to one of the rooms pushed the drape aside and snorted, the dark mood was sustained, as the room was just four walls painted black, open at the top to allow two columns of light to enter and a pair of full-length mirrors. An interesting effect as the room remained dark save for the columns of light. To see yourself in one of the mirrors you would have to walk into one of the bands of light. The hooks to hang your garments were medieval, oversized and battered, but interestingly they were not attached to the walls instead they were lowered into the room and were left there to dangle above you. Whoever had designed this store worked hard to keep the mood.
Carol stepped in and pulled the heavy black drape closed, she looped her purse and items over one of the hooks and then froze, a movement of air on the back of her neck told her she was not alone. Ready to scream she heard a male voice say, 'Please don't scream Red." Terror was now seasoned with curiosity as she wondered how this person could possibly know that name since she only used it online. Then in an instant of recall she knew. The image of that rugged head doing a double take returned to her. No wonder she couldn't place it as she had only seen that face as a picture on YIM.
They had connected there and over a couple of months their chat turned into a heated online fling with her cyber lover constantly begging to meet her "in real life" something she would not do. She tried to balance her life by keeping fantasy and reality separated but now the delicate equilibrium had been toppled.
