Buying Love Ch 05

::Getting Noticed::

Just about every car Olivia passed as she tottered down King Street in her stripper heels gave her a toot and many yelled out of the window excited and unintelligible comments, some with hand actions.

Olivia held her head high and her torn bra closed. Her pussy buzzing and aching from the abuse in the back seat of the police car just minutes ago.

Her tiny high wobbly steps and the burning public humiliation made her walk of shame slow time like she was swimming in glue.

Finally she reached the safety of her little car.

In her rush to placate the aggressive police woman she had left the window down and the keys in the ignition. In this inner city area full of junkies and nut cases it was a minor miracle her car was still there.

Olivia lifted the handle and it felt weird.

No clack sound, no springy resistance, just a floppy dead feeling in her hand.

Olivia almost collapsed on to the car when the door didn't open as expected.

She thought "Oh god I'm locked out."

An instant of panic passed when she saw the window was mostly down and the keys easily in reach.

She pulled the keys out and hit the remote button.

"Whirrrrrr, da-da-da-da"

Olivia had never heard her little car make that noise before.

She looked at the remote to check that she was pushing the right button and caught a glimpse of the hem of her pink fluffy robe and a hint of seat belt poking out of the closed driver's door.

"sFucks!" Olivia cried out in lisp filled frustration.

Olivia tugged on the door handle a few more times with a few more mousey "sfucks".

She clip-clopped around to the passenger side door but it was locked too and the remote button didn't seem to be doing anything. Olivia held the button down and the alarm sounded, drowning out another little:

"sFucks!"

A hairy masculine hand reached from behind Olivia pressing the remote button again ending the penetrating 'wubs' of the car alarm.

"Having a tough time of it?" The low friendly male voice asked.

Olivia started to cry cute little sobs and sniffles.

The shop assistant that had come out to help her felt a little awkward but gave her shoulders a weak hugging pat.

Her torn bra and micro panties set a sexy scene for the drama of the situation.

Olivia clutched the shop assistants chest and hugged him like she was climbing a mountain and the tears flowed thick and fast.

"Ow, it can't be so bad. Don't cry sweetness." The shop assistant slipped off his apron and put it around his newly discovered nearly naked sex bomb.

Olivia wriggled into the apron and cry-smile-hugged the shop assistant while he tied the string around her waist.

Olivia gave the young man a kiss as the apron rope knot tickled her half bare tanned and bubbly ass cheeks.

"Let's see about your car." The young shop assistant quickly looking back through the shop window to make sure the line at the counter was OK.

He tried the passenger's door and then the inside handle on the driver's door with no luck and scratched his chin.

"Ah yes." The young man reached deep down inside Olivia's car and pulled the short lever beside the driver's seat.

The petrol cap opened and Olivia couldn't help but give a little giggle. She thought about saying "she might not be able to fit in that way" and then giggled again without saying it.

A second dive into Olivia's car found the hatch release and the back of the car opened with a dull "Ti-Clack"

Olivia tottered around to the back and opened the hatch fully.

The line in the store was now growing, not concerned about service but pressed up against the window to watch the show.

Olivia climbed into the back on hands and knees her perfectly toned ass wiggling it's way into the little car. She stopped for a second, took off the apron and returned it to the shop assistant with another thank you kiss.

A round of golf claps ran through the line inside the shop.

Olivia crawled back into the back of her car.

Her perfect tear drop breasts finally defeating her torn lace bra and springing free.

Olivia's progress momentarily arrested as she could not quite get over the rear seats.

Mat - the young shop assistant weighed up reaching in unlocking the fold down seats but thought this might be something the topless sex bomb might want to handle on her own.

After a few tries with alternating arms and legs straddling the rear seat, Olivia noticed the little knob on the edge. With a bit of topless back seat rodeo wriggling and a two handed squeak grunt pull the seat came free.

A muffled cheer came from inside the shop as Oliver rode the collapsing rear seat into the back of the car like a sexy little tree falling down.

Mat the shop assistant looked back and the customers all looked away in unison and tried to seem as if they were just waiting in line.

Olivia; a mess of wriggling tanned and bubbly toned sexy body parts righted herself in the back.

She spun around, climbed in to the back of her car again and crawled out breasts dangling to close the hatch.

Mat looked back to catch Olivia's breasts in all their glory flailing free as she pulled the hatch down from the inside.

She ineffectually covered her chest with one hand gave Mat a cheeky smile and a little wave with the other from inside the large rear hatch window before crawling back around and through to the back seats with an ass wiggle that would likely have killed any passing cardiac patients.

After a minute of trying to wrestle through the gap in the front seats in her compact car Olivia put the keys in and used the power adjust to slide the driver's seat all the way back to make room to slip between them and sit down.

Sitting in the seat she felt like a little kid with the seat way back she couldn't reach half way to the peddles, she waggled her feet a little the morning sun had warmed the seat and it cheered her up somewhat.

Mat and his erection went back inside the little shop with the big front window full of customers.

Olivia started to giggle as she rode the motorised seat forward and then a pang of panic as she thought "How will I get out? Back the same way I guess, and the seat belt?" Olivia then looked down at her newly sparkly bronzed C cup boobs giggling free and though. "It's all relative I guess."

Most drivers passed without noticing her driving topless. It was the traffic lights that were a problem.

Car weren't such an issue, it was tradesman's vans and RV style people movers and 4X4s that had a clear view all the way to her toned bronze abs.

At first she tried to ignore the other driver's stares, yells and honking horns.

After a few sets of lights Olivia decided to just enjoy it and blew kisses to the ravenous men, jealous woman and puzzled children in cars that passed alongside.

Back at home Olivia sat in her driveway in the warm winter sunlight for a few minutes psyching herself up for the topless tumbling and contortion act needed to escape her little car.

She motored the seat back and had another giggle at her wiggly bronzed legs.

Just as she transitioned into the back seat the mail man happened past.

Olivia froze hoping he would not notice her scissored between seats.

He filled her mailbox and continued on to the next one.

Olivia started toward the hatch again and he gave her a casual wave and a little smile. She had always liked the look of him.

At the hatch she realised that she hadn't unlocked it before she left the driver's seat.

After a second gymnastic circuit inside her compact car, Olivia was free, if a little sweaty and covered in car upholstery dust.

She made a mental note to wash and hoover the car at some later point. And get that door fixed. "Maybe the buckle was caught in the lock or something?" she thought to herself.

As the hatch came down she realised her window was closed and there was now no way to re-open her car. She strained against the closing hatch but the momentum was too much and it closed with a dull and disheartening "Ti-clack".

The last day or so had been a strain. Olivia felt defeated and slinked inside for a nap.

An hour later she woke hungry and thirsty. She put her other fluffy pink robe had a tuna sandwich and a little daydream about Joan and her tight fitting delivery woman uniform.

Olivia climbed onto the saddle of her New-life Rider and started up the sequence.

The machine buzzed to life with a "You've got mail." Notice on the mounted touch pad.

Olivia's bruised pussy protested. The mild pain eliciting strong flashbacks to the Parking lot and the back seat of the police car.

All fuel for the fantasy of Joan rescuing her and having more sex in the back of the police car.

Olivia rode the vibrating saddle of the machine dreaming vividly. The slow rhythmic rock in a figure eight pattern buzzing away her cares.

The vibration intensified in an uncomfortable way and the mail notices sounded again.

"Look up."

Was the message. Olivia thought for a second "Look up what, porn?"

The machine saddle tilted further forward than ever, to almost forty five degrees and Olivia thrust forward and arched her back to keep balance. The new position causing a pressure on her bruised pussy and she made a half ache half lust face with eyes closed and head back.

Opening her eyes a little she noticed a red light on the ceiling in her room. There was a new smoke alarm fitted directly above her bed.

The ding of a new mail.

"Yes, like that."

As she read it another mail came through.

"Close your eyes and put your head back again."

Olivia didn't know what to make of that. "Was this some new kind of spam? And why was there no sender?"

She thought she might need some kind of antivirus but wasn't sure how that would work exactly given she had no idea what the software running the table was called or who to call for support.

The Machine shuttered and then started pulsing in an even more uncomfortable way.

Her feet in the stirrups behind her she could not get off the machine. She was trapped on the saddle while it was tilted forward like this.

The pulses got stronger and Olivia instinctively bent her head back and closed her eyes again.

Just a second later the machine resumed the pleasant humming and rocking and leveled out a little.

Olivia built toward orgasm and kept her head all the way back, writhing in sync with the slow rhythm of the motorized saddle, falling deeper into the massage. But as her excitement grew the discomfort of her bruised pussy became more insistent.

A Pained look and soft "Aaah" escaped. She moaned, hummed and road for ten minutes and unconsciously opened her mouth in a sexy pout and softly rubbed her bubbly lips and breasts with her finger tips.

A few more minutes of riding and the discomfort was winning out over the joy of masturbation.

Olivia swiped at the touch screen at the front of the machine. She had never gotten off before she had climaxed before.

The Display only showed links to online shopping or open mails.

As she fruitlessly tapped and swiped the ding of mail notification popped up and:

"Perhaps you should take a shower."

Was the odd anonymous note.

The machine saddle leveled out and stopped vibrating and Olivia gingerly climbed off.

She had wanted to turn it off, but did she? ...and what was with those emails about? She thought to herself as she wandered toward the shower shedding her fluffy pink robe as she dreamily shuffled along.

Her bronzed toned and pert body quivered slightly with each dreamy step. In the shower Olivia noticed another new smoke detector with a bright red light on it.

Olivia noticed the shower gel, loofah rope and other stuff was all new as well. The shower head was now a pink bullet shape and dangled free on the end of a silver hose with no wall mount.

Olivia took hold of shower head and turned it on, the water felt different, wiggly, pulsing, the head shuddered in her hand.

"I will have to tell Joan smoke detectors don't work in the bathroom." Olivia thought to herself and felt extra warm thinking about Joan being over protective and the water was warm also.

Joan stood at the bathroom door for a minute admiring her glistening bronze shower goddess.

"You keep sending those kind of pictures and I'm gunna get fired missy." Joan mock scolded.

Olivia looked shocked, she had just begun a little shower fantasy about Joan's strong body standing over her ...in the shower and was more than a little embarrassed to see her actually standing there in the doorway.

"Really? You... playing coy? After that picture you send to my phone just now? And honey... ten points for safety but smoke detectors don't work where there is a lot of steam, you know, like above the shower." Joan's voice trailing down into a sexy deeper whisper with each syllable.

Olivia was enthralled by the sight of Joan peeling off her uniform and gazing into Olivia's eyes. Olivia didn't notice at first what she had said, but then remembered there was something about the smoke detector.

Joan flung her clothes off like it was an Olympic event. Olivia clutched the vibrating shower head like it was a newly discovered bar of gold breathless with sexual anticipation.

The warm water and soothing shower gel were easing Olivia's aches and pains, but the approaching naked Joan, muscular and strong, were drowning out all other sensations.

Joan and Olivia's shower sex streamed live through the cameras in the smoke detector above the shower and the one on the hall ceiling.

The NL website had grown by tenfold in membership since Olivia had become their unwitting star.

Dozens of feeder sites with stills of Olivia in various predicaments, locations and positions with Joan and hours of video footage of the two enjoying the massage saddle from the camera in the tablet frenzied the voyeuristic needs of internet surfers.

Olivia and Joan explored each others' toned bodies. Kissing and caressing the feeling of warm water transitioned to waves of pure pleasure.

The two, eyes closed mashed their slippery bodies together. Joan took Olivia's hand and guided the water around them both. The forceful guidance of Joan's strong hands and pulsing sensation shuddering their arms and then Joan slipped the pulsing shower head between the two.

Olivia cried out "Aarhh Joaaaan!" as a massive orgasm thundered through her.

Joan curled on leg around Olivia pulling the two together with all her strength.

A subtle hip movement from Olivia and Joan felt the magic of the new pulsing shower head.

"Far, ar, uk!" Joan screamed.

Joan and Olivia came together loudly for almost a full minute.

The two broke down into laugh sobs and Joan released her octopus like grip on Olivia.

A few minutes of shower snuggling gave way to a bit of actual washing and then reluctantly switching off the water.

Once out of the shower the post sex chit chat and lingering looks and constant touching began:

"Your party dress is here. It was kinda funny you emailed me when you did, you were my last delivery anyway, and I should have headed back to the depot but ...hmmm... girl you are just too delicious." Joan purred still radiant, wet and topless fresh from the shower.

Olivia thought back: ...no she couldn't remember sending any emails today, what with her phone being in Joan's truck. And what dress for what party? She thought to herself she needed to try to focus more.

"Meyes sbag sin your strucks." Olivia hissed, the morning of abuse to her lips taking it's toll.

Joan looked a little sheepish and dashed out to her van. She felt more than a little foolish forgetting to bring Olivia's package given the totality of her job was bringing people packages.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the van window, she looked good but also she was still topless outside, what was with her head lately, especially around Olivia? She though.

Olivia stripped open the package on the kitchen table to see an embossed invitation on the little packages inside:

"Your appointment today for the photo shoot is for 4pm sharp. Please wear the clothes provided."

First out of the box were three pairs of pink lace thong panties with an odd plastic square at the front of each one.

Joan read the label while Olivia continued to unpack.

-Lovers touch.

-Bluetooth enabled panties allow you to send your love from anywhere. Just text a heart to your lover so she can feel your love vibes anytime, anyplace.

Next out of the package was a small gold smart watch with a wide crystal studded bracelet style band and low profile secret agent style in-ear headset.

Olivia immediately slipped on the watch earpiece and then one of the thongs under her towel.

Joan wanted to say something but could not decide what.

Last was a red shimmering Lurex strip with three large round gold buckles with short gold chain loops.

"Is that a scarf?" Joan mocked.

After a few tries Olivia found the right arm hole and that the high collar neck buckled on the left side.

The second buckle went under her left arm to make a kind of boob tube showing just a hint of under and side boob pressing up quite a lot of cleavage as well.

The boob tube buckle pressed into the side of Olivia's armpit and bulged out the side of her breast a little. Joan stared open mouthed.

The last Buckle was just below her hips. The shiny gold metal lightly pinching a ring of bronzed and toned ass cheek side.

There was a small gap where the pink thong strap showed under the gold buckle, but it's unlikely anyone would care or even notice.

This was a full length gown with almost the entire left side cut away replaced by gold buckles stretching the gold shimmering red fabric to taught. Olivia's toned flesh ever so slightly bulged around the edges of the fabric.

"Holy shit Ol'..." Joan started to say something but again couldn't choose what to say fist.

"Um, I guess I am picking up the kids? Is your Car OK?" Joan spoke soothingly at first but that quickly turned to heat filled lust as she drank in Olivia's frame in the probably less than legal slinky red dress.

Olivia nodded and happened to see two red lights on the ceiling; a new smoke detector in the kitchen and another in the hall. She knew there was something going on but was excited about the dress and the invite.

"Ol' honey?" Joan snapped her fingers. "Hello, earth to Olivia." Joan beamed at the dreamy Olivia. "God honey, you are so spacey, if you need a nap before the shoot you need to have it now."

Olivia hugged Joan and started to caress her back.

"Ol! That's not what I meant and you know it girl." Joan mock scalded and contemplated doing Olivia on the kitchen table.

The two shared a long kiss and Joan could not resist exploring the red and sparkly wrapped Olivia.

The red stretch fabric was very coarse and semi transparent, front on the red colour was vivid but it faded behind a metallic gold shine the steeper the angle it was viewed. The effect was to highlight every slightest curve and feature's edge on Olivia's body and outline it in shiny gold.

Joan really thought about doing her on the kitchen table.

"Ol' honey, we need to do your hair and makeup... will they have someone there?" Joan starting to quickly plan the afternoon as best as she could.

Olivia shrugged. She vaguely remembered something about a promotional shoot for the NL clinic, but was that today? 'Must be' she thought with another shrug.

"Ol? Really it's like two... forty five now. Start drying your hair and I will pick up the kids."

Joan said in a nurturing tone. "Can I borrow? Hmmm nothing you have is gunna fit is it?"

Joan threw on her uniform and left without a word but was back in 15 minutes kids in tow.

Olivia was still doing her hair. Joan helped her put it up and threw on some eyeliner and lipstick before whisking her out the door without her bag, phone or even shoes.