"You haven't eaten yet, have you Love?" Tasha's voice was heard for the first time since leaving the classroom, taking only a few moments to gather her things left upon the desk, take a quick glance at the passed out professor at her desk, and push it out of her mind to move on. Whatever happened, it was probably best Lexi didn't know in the first place. She was quite sure a pair of animated socks that could animate other clothing was capable of some mind blowing things, and Mrs. Silverstone looked fine, at least. Before Lexi could pull her mind back to answer her Mistresses, they responded anyway. "We didn't think so. Let's go to the cafeteria."
"I can just get food on the way home. There is a Wen-" Lexi suddenly found herself at a complete halt, a slightly embarrassing moment, as Lexi was among a crowd of commuting students, her sudden appearance of halting - seemingly for no reason at all - causing a few students behind her to nearly bump in to her. One of them, a man around the age of nineteen, passed her on the left, looking at her long enough to say while moving "Jesus. What where the hell you are going."
Lexi starred down the man, acting as though she was the one that could animate clothing, but ultimately nothing came out of the stare. The man turned away from her and simply walked on, unabated by any clothing suddenly animating on his body. She hoped for something: Dropping his bag, his shoes untying and tripping him up, a sock not responding and cementing itself to the ground, causing a trip when the man tried to lift it to walk...anything. Yet nothing. Tasha simply let that slide, and for it, Lexi felt oddly hurt by this.
"Are you forgetful, Pet?" That title was starting to show a pattern, only being used when Tasha was upset. Any other time, it was just her name, or perhaps even 'Love.' That one perhaps being her most favorite. "We thought you said you learned your lesson, didn't you?"
"Yes. You said you could..." Lexi was then made suddenly aware that she was talking aloud, and to everyone else, talking to herself. Immediately her face took on a deep red flush, envious of Tasha's ability to speak telepathy. It was made even worse considering she had to finish this sentence aloud. In a desperate attempt to keep it as low as possible, Lexi tried to whisper it, barely audible even to herself. "...you could fuck me, any time, any where."
"What was that? We're sorry, maybe it's because we are in this bag, but we didn't hear that?" Lexi could sense sarcasm when she heard it, and this comment was drooling with it. She knew Tasha could hear her words quite clearly, as when speaking to her Mistresses, her voice would be crisp and clear as day...it's just how their connection worked. Unlike the telepathy, this was two way as well. The crowd of people around here created the usual 'buzz' of noise of people talking amongst each other. It was not loud, but it was loud enough to hide a whisper. Still, Tasha, and indeed any clothing Tasha gave a voice to, always came to her mind crisp and clear, as if it could not be ignored, hampered, or interrupted in any way. "We don't even think your shirt heard it, and they are the closest thing to your face."
"Hmm? Oh! No. I heard nothing." Chiming in, as if on queue. Lexi wasn't surprised, animated clothing was under the control of the animator, that animator being Tasha. Of course the shirt would agree, doing otherwise would simply cause in the clothing losing its animation.
"Mistress, please...I do-"
"You don't want to disobey us again. That is what you were about to say, right?" That angered voice interrupting the woman again. Lexi closed her eyes, and sighed. She repeated what she said earlier, saying it loud enough for those a few feet away from her could hear. "You could fuck me. Anytime, anywhere."
The looks came in, and they came in in droves. From the shocked look, a large majority of the faces widening their eyes, and even covering their mouth with their hand as if something taboo was just said, and it was; to the perverted grin of those that enjoyed a dirty mind. This one ranged from typical person, guy or girl, that enjoyed his memes far too much, to guy that loved anime far too much that it wasn't healthy, to the occasional slut that probably fantasizes about what was just said. In the end, it didn't matter, humiliation was achieved, and Lexi wished like hell she could just...disappear.
The laughter and comments didn't just come from the people that heard her either. As Lexi started to walk, thanking God she was afforded that ability again, it came from every thing as well. "I wouldn't mind slamming my sleeve down that pretty little mouth." A female voice, Lexi unable to determine from what shirt nearby, and having no desire to look. Honestly forgetting it as a slew of other comments came forth. "If I could get off this guy's legs, I'd pound that ass until it was raw." Another voice lost in the plethora that invaded her mind.
Naturally, Lexi quickly turned direction from her car to the building housing the cafeteria. Lexi was first surprised that this wasn't done by force by her shoes, socks, and jean shorts, but she was quick to determine why. Tasha could easily take over her body and do anything she wants, like a puppet. But what fun is a puppet? A puppet has no will, it is forced to do what is commanded of it, is dependant of its commander. No, it's much more fun to watch someone who does have a will, feel it snap. The victory was all the sweeter when a person does as commanded by choice, instead of by force.
"Do I get a choice of what I get to eat?" She asked in a bit of a biting tone, only regretting it a few moments after finishing the sentence. She had to make a mental note to keep her sarcastic tendencies when upset or angered at a check, at least around Tasha and other clothing. "I mean.."
