Dare Me Not Ch. 06
Thank you for all your feedback and comments, they are greatly appreciated. When we last left, Janine had been bet into a feverish state of lust by Brad (Ch 4) and spent the whole day at school completely wound up in her fantasies of forced sex (Ch 5). Fortunately or otherwise, Natasha had coerced her into going to the mall, and in so doing, her mind is temporarily taken away from her heightened state of arousal.
Note: I do not condone any of the actions in any of my stories. They are merely fantasy, written for our common enjoyment.
"How often do you come here?" Janine cocked her head curiously at Natasha.
"Oh, maybe twice or thrice a week" came the nonchalant reply.
"Three times a week? That would certainly explain how you always seem to be talking about new clothes!" Janine could care less about the latest fashion or dressing up, but she knew her blonde friend was all about that sort of thing. She had no idea how Natasha even had the money to keep up with such an outrageous habit. "How do you pay for all that? I didn't think your family made that much money."
"Well, I always go for deals and get things at unbeatable prices." That made sense. Natasha was one of those impeccable people; the type that was always in control, always knew what to do and where to go, and always looked fabulous doing it. Looking fabulous was easy with honey-coloured hair, impressive breasts and legs that seemed to go on forever before disappearing into her short denim skirt. It seemed so effortless for her, Janine mulled.
Janine was no wallflower herself, even though she would have never have seen herself in this light prior to this week. Just last week, Janine Tyler was a poorly dressed, plain Jane that melded into walls. Everything had changed after listening to Professor Dawson's audio CD. It had accidentally contained some research audio track on Instinctive Cognitive Reprogramming, he had called it. The ability to train one's mind to process certain things in an instant, as if acting on instinct. The triggers were bets and dares, and so far, she had only been going from problem to problem. Her only cause for relief was that no one had really figured everything out and Professor Dawson had been kind enough to perform some tests on her to help her characterize her newfound superpower.
Yea, if only I could call it a superpower.
Some of the dares had been benign, even helpful. With Nat's coaxing, Janine had started wearing skirts and heels on occasion. Her self-confidence was slowly building. She seemed to be doing well in class because of better focus. At least until today. Brad had cornered her in the morning at the back of the school where her locker was and assaulted her. It wasn't the first time either. Worse yet, he seemed to be catching on to Janine's predicament, carefully choosing his words so she would have no way out. She knew that she was going to meet him early the next day, and she was going to be begging for him to assault her again. Her mind had spent the whole day dreaming up scenarios where Brad groped her in the halls, stripped her in public, forced her to suck his dick, and many many other disgusting thoughts. Her body had played along, keeping her in a constant state of arousal, and giving her orgasms after orgasms to the point where she had given up cleaning up after herself because she couldn't control it. She had given up and resigned herself to her fate.
She shook her head violently, as if to clear out the imaginary cobwebs of bad memories. Natasha had said, no, had
bet
that going to the mall would cheer her up, and it was working. Each step closer she was to the mall, Janine could feel her spirits rising. The bad memories with Brad were slowly washing away, and had completely melted away when Janine stepped through the main doors. She breathed the recycled air in deeply as if it were the freshest breeze wafting through the mountains.
"See, you look so much better. More lively!" Natasha remarked.
Janine twirled on a foot, her dark grey skirt flaring up slightly as she completed a full pirouette, chuckling like a kid unleashed in a toy store. "Yes indeed!"
"Since you're in such a good mood, let's start with new bikinis! I saw this one the last time I came that I liked, but it was out of stock then, and I know it'll be available today!" Natasha grabbed Janine by the wrist, dragging her off in a direction. Janine mutely followed.
Janine hardly swam, and hardly went to the beach. She had a black one-piece swimsuit that had served her well for four years, and she was sure she wasn't going to outgrow that one any time soon. She had barely grown two inches since fourteen, though her chest had filled out a little more since back then. She had no need for a new swimsuit.
Natasha continued babbling on, and didn't stop until they were inside the swimwear store. Natasha made a beeline to a rack against the wall and with a loud
aha!
raised her find up high. It was a gorgeous two piece bikini in a bright attention-grabbing pink, very loud, very Natasha. There wasn't much material to it, but the price seemed to infer an inverse correlation between the amount of material and its extravagant number.
"You've got to try one on too!" Ignoring Janine's protests, Natasha pushed a white bikini into her hands and hustled her to the changing rooms. Janine entered a stall and was surprised when Natasha came in behind her and closed the door.
"Don't worry about it," she exclaimed. "We're all women anyway, right?"
Janine mumbled something affirmative, and turned her back to Natasha as she reached under her skirt to take her panties off. They had seen each other before in gym class, but these were much closer quarters. Even though Natasha seemed to have no need for privacy, Janine felt the need to give her some. She shimmied the white bottoms up under the skirt, checking that it was snugly on before taking her skirt off. Looking in the mirror, she saw that Natasha had started with her top and was now trying to squeeze her 36D breasts into little pink triangles no bigger than her palms. Even more embarrassed, Janine turned away from the mirror completely to take the rest of her clothes off. Her swimsuit had significantly more cloth than Natasha's, so it wasn't difficult to get her smaller 34C breasts positioned right, but what the manufacturers had given to her in material, they had taken away in padding. The padding was rather thin, and even in the dim light of the changing room, her dark nipples were faintly visible under the cloth.
Natasha had finished donning her bikini and whistled her approval. "You look really hot, Janine. You should come out to the beach to get a tan. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
"To be honest, I feel kind of underdressed."
"You've never worn a bikini before!" At Natasha's outburst, Janine looked sheepishly away. "Oh my. Well take this off. I'm getting it for you." She demanded, gesticulating at the white bikini.
"No you really don't have to," Janine started.
"I insist. Now take it off so I can go settle it while you change back." Natasha had already undone the ties behind her neck and back and her breasts burst free of their prison. Janine just gawked at her friend's assets before hastily turning around. Natasha was back into her white jacket and light blue tube dress by the time Janine handed over the bikini and she flitted out the door.
When Janine emerged, Natasha was outside waiting impatiently. "Come on, time waits for no woman, especially not when they are shopping! There are a few more items I'd like to get before we leave."
"Uh, okay. Thanks for buying that bikini, though I don't know when I'd ever get the chance to wear it."
"Don't mention it! Maybe we should go to the beach sometime soon, like next week or something!" Janine wasn't convinced; she would need much more coaxing to get her into that bikini in any public place. "Could you hang on to this?" Natasha offered her a plastic bag.
