Hi! This story is a continuation from the previous story, "A Visit to the Bakery." This can be read standalone with a quick overview of Mia's situation:
Mia has awoken to a new world in which, unsurprisingly, everything has gone sexual. Payments are sexual, greetings are sexual. Hell, even getting a cup of coffee is sexual. Mia of course was not alerted to these changes, which results in hijinks where she learns to live in this new alternate universe she's found herself in. Enjoy!
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I had just gotten dressed. The thing is, I'd already gotten dressed earlier today. What led to getting dressed and then dressed again was the little
event
with the baker that had left an inconvenient spot in her legging shorts. I had to run all the way back to my apartment with my jacket wrapped around my waist to prevent further embarrassment, even though being embarrassed was one of the lesser things on my mind.
The baker gave her an
inconveniently
brief explanation on why I'd witnessed an incredibly short blowjob, and then had my pussy teased for an excruciatingly long time, so long that I actually passed out for a little while, waking up sore and wet. I got that there are people that are
into that
, but it just seemed all too casual to feel like a normal occurrence. Upon questioning the baker afterwards, he responded seemingly as cryptic as possible. "Things had always been this way, shorty. And uh, no need to pay me back ya know. Just helpin out those in need." He tapped his large hands on the counter and threw me a puzzled look, "you alright? Awfully weird question to be asking, you know." I assured him I was fine, physically and mentally. I didn't mention that in the comprehension area of my brain I was having pretty heavy issues.
So, sex is like,
way
more frequent where I live now. I mean, when I live. How exactly am I supposed to refer to an
alternate universe
? The sex is definitely related to paying for stuff, that's what interests me the most about all of this. I figured I should learn more about this before even
attempting
going to work, so I decided to use one of my sick days, calling it in as soon as I got home to change. I don't particularly want to ask for someone to pick up lunch for me, only to see them drop their pants in response to when I ask how much I owe them.
I scraped together a nice simple day outfit. Some cute little jean shorts and a loose-fitting white top with a matching pair of nice, dry undies underneath. They were my favorite pair with a pleasing hue of dark blue on them, like a deep ocean. They helped me feel confident when I'm out, even if no one knows I'm really wearing them except myself.
With a quick trip down the elevator of my apartment building I was back on the streets. The biggest thing on my mind is testing out this new form of payment, but how. I'd thought about going back to the baker now that I was dressed in fresh clothes, but that might end me up in round two with him, which would be working against my mission to figure things out. Maybe the coffee shop? Nah. That was
way
too popular and I'm afraid of something occurring with others being there to witness the whole of it. I was trying to
test
stuff, not dive head, shoulders and all. "That's it!" I said with a quick little stomp, "I'll go get me a massage!"
After some quick work on maps I found it. A nice place. Five stars on all fronts. Fancy (probably fake) marble columns in the pictures, and nice gray stone floors with little fountains everywhere. And it was just around the corner!
"Hello~! Welcome to Emporium Lou!" Beamed the cheerful young woman at the service desk. Her white teeth beamed from the light shining from above. A large chandelier centered the high-ceilinged waiting room, bathing the room in warm light. Everything was decorated tastefully with gold trim (again, probably fake) and all the walls were a warm shade of white.
I turned to the young woman at the desk, "hello hiii, I was wondering if you had any
walk-ins
available? My name's Mia by the way." I said, my excitement restraining my ability to speak. The woman seemed to be around my age, a responsible type of person with glasses that seemed much too big for her. Her outfit was business-casual, with a hint of relaxation with the number of buttons correctly buttoned on her shirt.
"Of course! I'll be checking that for you right away Mia. If you'd like to take a seat on any of the cushions lining the wall you are
more
than welcome.
I bowed politely before prancing over to the cushions by the wall. There was a small but dignified fountain next to me, trickling sound off into the large room; making it much louder than it certainly could accomplish by its lonesome. This was the perfect plan, a private room for a massage would help keep her maintain control of any situation if it were to arise, while simultaneously keeping the risk of being embarrassed in public as low as possible.
"Alright Mia! Our masseuse Jean will be seeing you today. Your session will begin down the hall three doors down the left."
I leave my chair and walk gently down the hall, my regular day sneakers making a
clop clop clop
sound on the decorative stone floor. My excitement still present, but surprisingly fading quickly probably due to the calming sound of the fountain in the lobby and the faint massage parlor music seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere.
"Oh I'm sorry miss Mia!! I forgot to ask, would you like to pay
now
or
after
your massage??" I hear the service desk woman shout.
I mean, I'm already down the hall. "Afterwards will be fine, thank you!" I shout back, cracking open the door to my assigned room.
The massage room was small. Small ish. Like the size of the room where you wait for people to finish making your pizza at the pizza place, plus a little more I think. The ceiling was nice and high though.
At this point all I could hear was the faint massage parlor music and the
clop clop clop
