The second chapter in this series, hope you all enjoy. As always, any and all criticism is greatly appreciated.
Thanks for reading,
Apo
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Emily had that feeling. The one you get where you know you're forgetting something important, but you can't quite put your finger on what. Ever since she'd got home late from work yesterday she hadn't been able to shake the feeling that there was something she was meant to be doing.
She'd tried retracing her steps in an effort to remember, but she had been so tired that her memory of the day was foggy. She had a vague recollection of falling asleep on the bus, and then of arriving home late that night. The next thing she remembered was waking up to her alarm in a tangle of her sheets wearing her good lingerie and with her favourite vibe in her hand.
After taking a long, hot shower, Emily chocked the gap in her memory, as well as the nights events, up to exhaustion and her body needing release. However, as she was tying her slightly damp blonde hair up into a ponytail and glanced at herself in the mirror, she got a familiar feeling of something about her being off.
Emily was 5"6, reasonably thin but with noticeable curves, she was comfortable in how she looked and never had any trouble garnering attention. Taking a closer look at herself in the mirror, nothing seemed to be off, at least that she could see. However something still felt wrong. There was an indescribable ache, a need that she couldn't quite shake no matter how much she tried to ignore it.
Resolving herself to fight the urge to jump back into bed and fully wring out that tension, she instead got dressed into her usual jeans and white t-shirt, threw on her converse and ran out the door for her bus to work.
As usual, the bus had ran out of seats by the time it got to Emily's stop, leaving her to stand, clutching the railing. Using her morning playlist to focus herself before she arrived into work, Emily fought off the repeating lapses of sleep that seemed to creep over her whenever there was a break in the music through her earphones.
Something about the vibrations spreading up through her legs into her brain was making her nod off, and only the music seemed to be able to drown it out. It got to a point where she was too tired to fight them off and simply let herself cycle between alertness and the dreamlike state the vibrations brought on. Each cycle acutely reminding her of the vibe currently lying underneath her pillow, waiting for her to get home later that day as she ignoring the friction in between her thighs brought on by the bus's movement.
When the bus finally pulled up at her stop, Emily embraced the sudden wave of wakefulness she felt planting her feet on solid ground. Hoping to distract herself, she threw herself into work and tried to keep herself busy. However, she found herself getting repeatedly distracted throughout the day.
At one point when she was restocking shelves, the store's music system malfunctioned and broadcast white noise through the loudspeakers. When the music finally started back up, Emily realized that she had lost five minutes staring blankly at an empty shelf, and had drool running down her chin. Luckily it happened during a slow hour so she didn't think anybody saw as she quickly wiped her chin clean and got back to work.
One upside of the day was that her manager, Mr Duffin seemed to be in a better mood than usual. Normally he spent the entire shift barking orders at the employees and getting angry at any and all mistakes, no matter how small. However, today he was being very kind, giving Emily detailed instructions and assigning her jobs the she could genuinely take pleasure in doing, even if she hadn't before.
In fact, whenever she was doing something that he had specifically asked her to do, she found herself having no trouble at all focusing. She would get started as soon as she had been told what to do, and work nonstop until the task was done. In fact, throughout her shift those were the times she enjoyed the most, doing a good job as she had been told and making Mr Duffin proud by being a good girl.
When Emily finally got to the end of her shift, she was feeling fantastic. Each time she had done a job for her manager the good feelings had just snowballed, leaving her on cloud nine. When Mr Duffin grunted at her to lock up the front of the store, she found herself instinctively responding "Yes Sir", only noticing what she had said after the fact. Luckily it didn't seem like he had noticed, though strangely a small part of her wished he had.
She had never thought much of Mr Duffin. He was short, overweight, balding, and had a perpetually red face that made it seem like he was always just finished shouting at somebody. But today, something about him drew Emily to him, leaving her hanging on his every word. At first she had just taken it as a newfound passion for her work, but as they day went on she noticed more of a sexual undertone to the attraction, which surprised her deeply.
Putting those thoughts out of her mind for the moment, Emily focused on doing a good job of closing up shop and cleaning up. As soon as she finished closing the shutters and mopping the last corner, she yelled a quick "I'm finished" into Mr Duffin's Office on her way to the storage closet.
Right as her hand landed on the doorknob, she heard a curt "Hmm, good job today. Better than usual". A backhanded compliment, and an insincere one at that. But something about the gruff way he praised her sent a rush of pleasure straight down Emily's spine like a mini-orgasm. As she squirmed quietly standing in the empty hallway, Emily counted herself lucky that Mr Duffin had not seen her reaction. She would have had a hard time explaining that.
Slightly out of breath and with a flushed chest, Emily grabbed her things from the breakroom and left before any more peculiarities could be noticed, making a beeline for the bus stop. On the way down the particularly quieter street which it was on, Emily made eye contact with a sketchy man walking towards her. Despite quickly moving to cross the street, the man sped up before she had the chance and blocked her path. Instantly her nose was assaulted with the stench of alcohol and smoke.
"Hey baby, why in such a rush?" the stranger asked, bending forward to get his face closer to hers.
"I'm just trying to go home from work" Emily responded, attempting to end the conversation as quickly as possible.
"Aaw. Looking to let off some steam? Come on, come with me and I'll show you a good time" he proposed. Emily had to struggle to stop herself from acquiescing to his demand, the thought of disappointing him terrifying her. But just then she spotted her bus pulling up to the stop. Forcing out a quick "Sorry", she pushed past the man and hopped onboard just before the bus's doors closed.
As Emily collapsed into an empty seat near the back of the bus, she was suddenly hit with the realization of just how dangerous a situation she had been in. However, what disturbed her the most was how differently she had reacted to it than she usually had whenever she had to deal with catcallers before. Emily had genuinely been ready to give herself over to that man willingly. Something inside her had made her completely ready to obey him as soon as he asserted himself over her.
Her mind began racing as she imagined all the horrible things that could've happened. He could've been a serial killer looking to bring her somewhere quiet. Or a human trafficker planning to sell her on the black market. Or perhaps he was looking for something more sexual, maybe planning on abducting her. Bringing her back to his house to act as his personal sex toy. Using her day after day to relieve his sexual desires. Until she was reduced to nothing but a convenient fuckhole. A cumdump for him to use and abuse every day until she was broken and thrown away.
With the sudden stop of the bus, Emily was knocked out of her day dream. Acutely aware of the growing heat and wetness between her legs, she shifted in her seat to ensure nobody would notice. As she looked up to check if anybody was looking at her strangely, she make direct eye contact with the handsome man that had just gotten on the bus.
Something about him seemed strikingly familiar, despite the fact that she couldn't remember having any interaction with him before. He looked around her age, probably mid-twenties. Tall, but scrawny with dark hair and eyes. Not her typical type, but something about him made her instantly attracted to him. Doing a quick comparison, she had no memory of hooking up with somebody like him, and he definitely wasn't an ex of hers. As her mind was on overdrive trying to place from where she knew him, the striking man continued to walk towards, her returning her stares with ones of his own, a strange look on his face. The closer he got, the stronger the feeling grew that she knew this outstanding man, and that it was imperative that she remember. This feeling grew with each step he took, leaving her more and more agitated as the distance between them shrank.