This is a weird story; check out the tags for more info. Enjoy!
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As he walked home from work at two in the afternoon through the sparsely populated streets, he kept peeking inside every alleyway he passed by, wondering if anything was inside. It was a fairly safe city, but he always liked to keep an eye out for danger. Why not?
He turned to his right and looked into the next alley. Barely eight feet wide, but well lit by the overhead sun, it was flanked by orange-brown brick on the left and mostly windowless concrete on the right. It took a ninety degree bend further down, and he saw some graffiti and--
--He bumped into something that felt like hoodie-covered jelly, and his reflexes saved him from tumbling into the rest of it.
"Oh! Sorry!" he said, looking down apologetically and backing up before even looking at who he bumped into. She was wearing... short yellow boots with black shoelaces, which were a weird fashion choice, but nothing too absurd; he quickly brought his eyes up her body, past her thick, fluffy gray skirt, and up to her oversized, partly unzipped gray hoodie with... a yellow necktie between her big...
He took his eyes away from her generous cleavage. It felt like every time someone surprised him, he always reacted in the worst possible way...
"Sorry, sorry," he said, looking her in the eyes. His heart pounded as he wondered if eye contact was a bad idea given the circumstances. She seemed to be staring back at him, and he didn't know if that was good or bad. And were her eyes different colors, or was it just the light? One brown, one hazel. And her blonde hair was a little too yellow. He resisted the urge to ask if she put in the wrong contact lenses; as for her immediate reaction to the bump and everything he did, he was relieved that he seemed unbothered.
"Oh, hi there," she said in a bubbly voice, holding up an arm and waving her hand like she was saying hello to him from fifty feet away. Then, she giggled. "It's funny that we bumped into each other, isn't it?"
"I guess?" he said.
She went back to a neutral expression. "It's like we were meant to do that. Anyway, I heard that guys like it when girls give them handjobs... Is that correct?"
It took him a moment to process what she just said. He looked around to vent the shock as well as see if anyone else was around. Nobody was nearby; the streets were basically empty, except for some people walking on the opposite side of the street half a block away. He looked at her as she stared at him, seemingly expecting a response.
"I, uh... yeah?" he sputtered.
"Whew! I was worried I was wrong for a moment," she said, dramatically wiping the nonexistent sweat off her brow. "Anyway, interested?"
"Interested in..." Suddenly, it made sense. She was probably just a prostitute being a little pushy. "Oh, no thank you, I don't have money to spare, and also I, you know, sex work's cool and all but it's not my thing..."
"Money? I didn't say anything about that. I just wanna jerk you off," she said blankly, then she gave him a wink and a smile. "Besides... When's a girl with boobs like these gonna ask you again?" She put her hands on the underside of her breasts, the fabric of her hoodie shifting as she jiggled her chest.
Yet, as strange as this all was... A flush of warmth went through his body. He wasn't seriously considering it, right? Right?
"Oh!" she said, pointing a finger upward as if she had an idea. "I thought it was obvious, but we're going to do it in that alley over there," she said, then pointed towards it. "By the way, guys like kisses, right?"
He was stepping towards the alleyway. Even though part of him really didn't want to do that, she did have nice boobs... Somehow this didn't feel like a trap. If this were a trick, surely she'd be less... weird.
"I, um..." he stammered.
Maybe this wouldn't turn out so bad after all. She was, after all, just weird.
She was waiting for him to say something, so he relented. "Yeah, yeah, kisses are great... So uh, lead the way I guess?"
"If you need me to, sure!" she said. She winked and gave him a thumbs up, then turned towards the alley with an almost startlingly quick speed, looking straight ahead blankly as she walked into it at a slow pace.
He followed her with a little hesitancy, looking around as they walked. It was at least a fairly clean and trash-free alley, with nothing more than a little dirt gathered in the edges where the walls met the ground. She led him past a couple of trash cans, and around the ninety degree bend.
No windows overlooked the part of the alley past the bend, and the sun was still shining bright overhead. It was largely barren except for some tall, four foot wide wooden crates that were pressed up against the left and right walls at various spots, and he felt oddly alone in the tiny maze. She led him past a couple of the crates, and stopped right in the midst of two stacks of them, with a six foot wide gap in between the tall stacks.
"Now," she said, "Just lean against the concrete wall and I'll show you a good time..."
He nervously obeyed, pressing his back against the slightly warm concrete. She came closer, boxing him in, and she went from a blank expression to a sultry, almost predatory smile.
Something seemed wrong about her chest, and he finally figured out what it was; her zipper looked... fake? Like it was made of the same cotton or whatever that the rest of her hoodie was made of, just shinier.
Then, when her chest made contact with his shirt, it was just as soft and bouncy as he remembered it being when they bumped into each other. Still inside her hoodie, she rubbed her breasts against him, her soft, warm body going up and down, making him shiver with pleasure and excitement and anticipation...
...What was the deal with that zipper anyway? Why would you have a fake--
She kissed him, and that thought went away. Her tongue, smooth and slippery and weirdly soft, pushed its way into his mouth, all while her chest pinned him against the wall and she stared into his eyes; already, he felt like he was melting into arousal.
"Oh, you're so cute," she said. "I just wanna get inside you and mess around... Guys like that, don't they?"
"Mhm, yeah," he muttered into her lips, nodding along as she kept up the kiss... Then he froze. How did she even say that while kissing him? It didn't even sound like her voice even left her lips. She closed her eyes, and he was tempted to do the same, but wanted to look into them in case she opened them again, so he kept his open.
Her tongue went deeper into his mouth, rubbing against his own. It went as deep as a tongue should ever go, which wasn't very far; and then it kept going.
It felt like it was getting dark. Was it getting dark? And her tongue... How was she doing that?
Too much was wrong; worry started to poke through his growing arousal.
"Your heart's beating so fast," she said, still kissing him. He could feel the sound entering his ears, but it wasn't coming from her mouth. How was she doing that?
Then, when her eyes opened again, the yellow points of light in their centers sent fear through him.
"Mmhmhg?" he muttered into her lips, his own eyes widening.
He stared into her gaze as her tongue crept into his throat. All the wrongness boiled over with that; whatever she was, she wasn't a normal person. He wasn't choking either. His throat accepted her tongue like it was normal. His arms, unsure what to do or how to help him, jittered by his sides.
"Your body," she whispered into his ears from that same uncanny source as before. "All this arousal just makes it tense up like that, doesn't it?"
