I literally kicked this one out in like two hours, with one edit. It's likely going to have some errors, but I got so many requests to pursue this, I started feeling guilty about it. I'm thinking, if you like it and wish for me to continue, I can probably unfold this world in short chapters like this. I'll need to start diving into character development more, but the world building is fun. It isn't too hardcore yet, but it still has a "free use sex" theme, so be warned.
For those who haven't read Part One, this will make no sense. Start there, please.
Cheers!
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Rebecca Stoles was already working on playing the role of someone who is comfortable being naked at all times, while she sat next to Brad on the bus. She was sitting up straighter, allowing her breasts to jut out more, regardless of all the creeping her friend seemed to do on them. After thinking it over, she figured it was pretty much involuntary on Brad's part. He was a dweeb, utterly unfamiliar with being in the presence of a real naked girl, much less his apartment neighbor. Rebecca knew Brad crushed on her a bit, too, which only made it more awkward.
But here she was, in another dimension, just as Brad had described. While it was strange, and a touch humiliating being naked, Rebecca was excited to see what the two would discover. She could grin and bare the discomfort of nudity for the time being.
"How long before the portal is ready again?" she asked.
"Solar charge takes a couple days, but we're going back tomorrow to charge the phone. I figure we spend a day here first. We'll have an idea of where to come back with the camera after scoping out the place, too."
"Have you considered the library?" asked Rebecca. She noticed the automated bus began to pass buildings. Glancing out the window, she saw a few people outside. One woman, a rather heavy one, was standing alone stark naked like there was nothing to it.
'Okay,' thought Rebecca. 'The more I see it, the more I can handle this.'
Brad responded, "Last time I was here I tried going to the library, but arrived late. Didn't get much time there. I agree with you, though. We'll go there soon and see if we can't read up on the history of this place."
Brad kept perving on Rebecca's tits while they talked and she wondered if he'd ever look her in the eye again while they were visiting this dimension. The bus came to a stop at what appeared to be an uptown square. Shops and restaurants lined the streets, with their signs and street boards decorating the background. The theme was modern, yet it seemed out of place, Rebecca thought. Small business seemed to thrive here, rather than being suffocated by big box stores. People were going in and out of shops, talking, laughing, going about their day. All would have appeared normal except for half of the people were butt naked, all women.
"Come on, door's open, we better go," said Brad.
The two stepped off the bus, with the doors instantly closing behind. Brad knew the bus wasn't powered by gas or diesel as it quietly drove away. About ten feet from the curb was an old man selling ice cream. Two women in their mid thirties were speaking with them, one of them giggling. Her pineapple sized cans jiggled as she engaged with the old man, when he suddenly reached out and pinched one of her nipples, but not before pulling on it, making the breast point towards him, and spring back when he let go. He smiled and performed the exercise on the other breast before handing the woman her strange-colored cone, a deep purple and green.
"Have a good day, ma'am. You?" he asked to the other woman, who shook her head in response.
Rebecca thought she would decline the frozen treat, too, if she had to have her breasts grope to get it, but without warning he reached out and squeezed the woman's tits, palpating her small mounds and twisting on her nipples. Finally, he let go and she joined her friend, walking back toward an office building.
"Huh, you think maybe they work there? Secretaries? Maybe they are the bosses?" It was Brad asking. Rebecca looked at him like he was an idiot and retorted, "Brad, that man just molested those women, and you're worried about where they work?"
Then the old man spotted them and raised his hand high in the air, insisting they come to him. Brad looked and Rebecca and shrugged.
"I guess we better..."
"You, sir," said the man. "How about an ice cream on such a hot day."
"Well, that uh.. would be nice."
"That will be four dollars. Chocolate, Vanilla or Blasherberry."
Brad had no idea what Blasherberry was, but it didn't matter. He had no currency on him and said so, apologizing. "I think I left my wallet at home, I am so sorry."
"Oh, that's okay," said the old man, scratching his beard. "Maybe your girlfriend will share."
"Oh, she's not my girlfriend... and she doesn't have any money , either."
The old man practically snapped his neck reeling at Brad. "What's wrong with you, boy?" The man stepped closer to Rebecca. "Well, would you like one, ma'am? Blasherberry perhaps? Share with your... brother, maybe, if he isn't your boyfriend? Whoever he is?" The man was eyeing Brad skeptically as he spoke.
As Rebecca answered, the dirty old man was already reaching up to grope her tits. 'Stay the part, stay the part!' she cried in her head to herself. The man had groped the other women like it was everyday, normal behavior and as he tugged and squeezed on her nipples now, she knew she had to allow the same. "Yes, sir. I would like a Blasherberry."
"I thought you might," smiled the man, who stopped molesting Rebecca to retrieve the treat. "Here you go. And hey, between you and me, your friend could use some sleep or something. Something's not right about him."
Brad quickly grabbed Rebecca's hand and nodded. "Maybe you're right, sir. Thank you for the ice cream."
Brad hustled Rebecca across the street, away from the man. "I am so sorry about that, Rebecca. I had no idea it worked quite like that... if I had been here with a woman last time I visited, maybe I would have known more."
Rebecca, holding the strange colored ice cream, but not yet eating it, pulled Brad back. "Hey, I know this is all fucked up, but if anything, maybe you need to blend in better."
"Well, what was I supposed to do?" asked Brad.
"I dunno. I don't know the rules here, either. So women get stuff for free if they get molested?" Rebecca pointed at her cone. "Well, wait. That one woman still got groped even though she didn't get a cone."
"I don't know, either," said Brad. "Why don't we park it over there and people-watch a few minutes before we go to the library." Brad was pointing at an empty bench near a fountain in the city square. Other passers by were seated at other benches nearby or on the ring of the fountain. It was active, but not overly busy.
"Oh yeah, the library," said Rebecca. "I'd almost forgotten already."
