Carol awoke, stretched, and greeted the morning. It was Friday, her favorite day of the week. She had Friday's off while her husband had to work. So, this day 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 accentuate her legs and ass. 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 doing 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 dismissing 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 new and different. It was perfect for the mood she was in. It was like a Victoria 's Secrets but with a dose of sinister wickedness added into the mix.
Carol looked around finding the place far more risqué than Vickie's. The racks of blouses and dresses were more reveling. The lingerie was dark, sexy, and just this side of trashy. Hell, 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 with its ends suggestively dangling past the hem. The life-sized figure wore leather cuffs highlighted by metal bars and studs on its wrists. A hinged metal collar with a loop for a leash surrounded its neck. Its breasts were covered by a sinfully sheer top that was nothing more than a scarf knotted at the neck and waist. What parts of the plastic models breasts that could not be seen through the open sides lay exposed by the diaphanous fabric of the scarf. The topper to the whole display was a black velvet blindfold... 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 several spotlights shooting columns of light from the high ceiling into each changing booth. None of the booths had ceilings. An interesting effect and yet Carol noted 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 for your garments were medieval, oversized and battered. Interestingly they were not attached to the walls instead they too hung into the room from the ceiling. They dangled there a little over a foot above her head. 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, as 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 seasoned with curiosity as she wondered how this person could possibly know that name. She only used it online as her secret persona. 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 Snapchat. They had connected and switched to Snapchat when their message became flirty. Then over a couple of months their chat became a steamy.
Until now it seemed harmless enough. Even though the luck of the draw had them living in the same large city she fended off Colin's hints to meet "in real life" as an impossible joke between them. They were both married. Warm breath tickled the fine hair on the nape of her neck
"If you tell me to leave then I will" he whispered as his kiss sent her spinning. Sliding his arm around her he continued, "Red if you tell me to stop, I will".
Red however, remained silent. With confident, deft hands he reached up and filled them with her breasts. Leaning forward he kissed her neck and hair letting his hands roam over her. Thoughts of running still darted through her but his hands strummed her body making it vibrate to his touch and she decided she still had time to bolt should this become too scary.
His hands slipped down he took hold of her blouse and raised it. Carol, no she reminded herself she was now Red, and as Red she felt excitedly sinful. She raised her arms up to allow the blouse to be pulled completely off her body. She shook violently as she felt the clasp of her bra open and wondered if she could really let this happen. Torn between desire and fidelity she hesitated and felt cool dark air caress her nipples as her bra glided away from her breasts.
Kisses to her ears and neck kept her glued to the floor she was caught between the two worlds and then just when this was becoming too real, she saw a hand reach up and tug one of the scarves from a hanger. Tenderly but with determined force her lover bound the scarf around her wrists and then looped her wrists over the hook, her feet just touching the ground.
She no longer had a choice she was helpless to his lust. At least this is what she said to herself. This meant she wasn't unfaithful. She was being taken against her will, was being forced to do something she would not willingly do.
She felt hands caress her exposed flesh, kisses rained upon the back of her neck, then her ears. She turned her head and as Colin's lips met hers, she kissed back. The kisses ignited her need and untouched she felt her hard nipples tingle. Hands she imagined but had never felt brushed her belly and then loosen her belt. Shamelessly they unbuckled her denims and lowered its zipper.
Kisses continued to be traced along her neck as her lover swung her around to face him. Colin wanted to watch her face as he stripped her bare.
