Chapter 2 - Clothes and Kathleen
Dr. Stein sat at his private desk. Occasionally he glanced at the many monitors arrayed in front of him, occasionally he wrote something down on his clipboard. As he wrote he talked to himself.
"Battery level - very poor. Have to do something about the drain on the battery." He glanced up from his clipboard to the bottom monitor. "Still in the cab. I see the PH69 levels are starting to rise again." Stein glanced at his watch and then made a note of the time. "55 minutes since the last peak. Ah here we are. Going into a clothes store are we my dear? This should be interesting."
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Angelique, having paid the fare with some of the cash that Dr. Stein had given her before she had left the clinic, stepped out of the cab and looked around. Random bits of thought and hazy memories struggled through her dazed mind. She was momentarily unsure of herself, of where she was and why she was there. And then she saw the mannequins in the window in front of her. They were posed in provocative positions, dressed in casual summer fashions. With a smile Angelique remembered that she wanted to buy some clothes. All she had to wear was an old flannel shirt and Khaki pants, both of which had originally belonged to Stein. Neither fitted her well and she had to constantly be pulling at the pants to keep them on her hips.
Some underwear, a bra perhaps, and a dress. That was what Angelique had wanted when she had first gotten in the cab. That was why she was standing now in front of this store. Finally, more certain of herself, she walked with momentary confidence into the store, her left hand holding up her pants.
Once inside some of Angelique's confidence faded. A wave of deja vu filled her, as did a sudden awareness of a growing physical desire. She struggled to focus her mind and turned her head this way and that way looking for... something. Her eyes drifted over the many circular racks of clothing, focusing for a moment on a tall, blonde man. He was standing with one hand on the shoulder of a woman, also blonde. They were obviously a couple, looking for clothes for the woman. Angelique thought suddenly of the man naked, his hard cock buried between her hips. She shivered from the almost palpable feeling of pleasure that the thought gave her and forced herself to look past them, trying to put thoughts of sex out of her mind. She saw row after row of brassieres and panties just past the endearing couple and so stumbled in that direction.
As Angelique walked between the hanging pieces of lingerie she once more experienced a wave of desire for sexual pleasure. She was getting horny. Her breathing began to deepen and she could feel her pussy wetting from the idea of sex. Thinking about bras did not do much to alleviate her train of thought. Absently, her eyes scanned the various sizes on a row of black lacy bras. She saw 32B and for some reason that seemed right to her. Reaching out, she lifted one of the black bras off the hook it hung from.
"Can I help you? Are you finding everything all right?"
Angelique glanced over at the petite woman standing just a few feet away from her. Her name-tag read "Kathleen" and she was dressed in a simple white skirt and blue blouse. She stood only five feet tall, even in two inch heels, and were it not for the slight wrinkling around the eyes and the slight peppering of grey hair in her black hair, she might have passed for a teenager.
When Angelique did not answer right away, Kathleen was momentarily at a loss. The taller brunette was staring at her strangely and she was breathing heavily. For a moment Kathleen thought the woman might be on drugs, certainly her clothing was suggestive of somebody on the skids.
