This story depicts graphic lesbian sex, mind control and female masturbation. If you are in an area where such material is prohibited or are offended by these things then leave now. You have been warned.
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The morning sun gleamed through the arched glass roof far overhead as Molly strolled listlessly through the mall, feeling sorry for herself about being alone on yet another birthday. Her boyfriend, Eddie, had forgotten about it... again.
She really didn't know why she stuck with him, he was always off with his friends, into drugs, couldn't hold a job and always asking for money or just taking it from her purse when she wasn't looking. She also figured he was cheating on her with one of her few friends. She really should have dumped him years ago but she could never bring herself to kick him out for more than a few days. Within a few days he always came back apologizing and she always let him back in.
Molly was a quiet, shy girl who kept to herself and had few close friends. Her parents were both gone and she had no other close relatives so Eddie was really all she had. He wasn't much but she didn't think she could do any better. In her heart she knew that she would really be better off on her own but the idea of being so completely alone terrified her. On the nights when she kicked him out of the apartment she would stay up the whole night crying and looking out the window to see if he was coming back, hoping he would and cursing herself for her weakness.
As she walked past a glass storefront she paused to look at her reflection and sighed at the image that stared back at her. She ran her hands over her small, almost non-existent breasts and down her slender body as if she were smoothing out a wrinkle in her baggy brown dress. The dark brown, almost black eyes, staring back at her reflected her melancholy mood and she sighed more heavily. It wasn't that she was ugly, she thought, just plain... the kind of person that no one ever noticed, just another face in the crowd, part of the background.
No, she said to herself with resignation, Eddie was the best she was going to get so she had better get used to it. At least he had never hurt her, not physically anyway. She had know a couple of girls back home whose boyfriends or husbands would come home after a bad day at work, or worse yet, after being out drinking and beat them for no reason. Eddie had never done anything that bad, it was just that he was, well... a looser. But he was her looser and she'd just have to accept his faults and hope things got better.
She thought that she could deal with the drugs, drinking, partying and stealing. She had gotten used to it over the years and it no longer affected her the way it used to. She didn't really know if he was cheating on her or not so she decided to ignore that problem for now.
Really the only thing that Eddie did that upset her any more was his porn collection. She felt a little silly that with all the stupid things he did it was porn that aggravated her most, but it did. She was mostly upset for the obvious reason that it always made her feel so inadequate compared to the beautiful women featured in the magazines. Their curvaceous bodies and perfect smiles always made her feel even plainer than she usually did.
The other reason that she didn't like the porn collection was because of the way she found herself reacting to it. She would catch herself sneaking little peeks at the women inside whenever she was picking up the magazines from wherever Eddie had dropped them. Despite her best efforts, her eyes would betray her and she wound up staring at the full breasts and curvaceous backsides even as she cursed herself for being such a pervert. Each time she looked she swore that she never would again, but she always did.
The images of those women would haunt her for days after she had looked at them. Many times in the still darkness, late at night she would lie awake fantasizing about the women she had seen and wonder what it would be like if they were lying there with her. The thought of their smooth soft skin made her sweat with both fear and longing.
She wished he would get rid of the magazines but at the same time she was secretly glad he had them.
A while later she was sitting alone at a small table in front of the mall's ice cream shop enjoying an ice cream sundae she had treated herself to when she heard a smooth, quiet, feminine voice beside her ask, "Mind if I share your table?"
Molly turned and looked up at the woman who had spoken. Her tongue suddenly seemed struck to the roof of her mouth as she starred. The woman in front of her was breathtaking. She was wearing a tight black dress that rode very high on her shapely legs and was scooped out on top to expose a rather generous amount of her cleavage. Long, straight, silky black hair framed a pale, but strikingly beautiful face with incredibly green eyes and full lips painted bright red.
As small smile quirked the corner of those full lips as the woman looked down on Molly. After a moment one of her perfectly groomed eyebrows arched slightly and she asked, "Well?"
Molly who had been staring dumbly at the beautiful woman suddenly realized she was acting like a halfwit and stammered, "Oh, yes, please um, have a... have a seat." She waved a shaky hand at the metal chair across the small table from her.
"Thank you." The woman said in that same smooth voice as she slid into the seat and placed a small cup of coffee and a black purse onto the table in front of her.
Molly stared at the woman a few moments as her mind finally started working. She realized that almost every other table in the small food court was vacant right now. She started to wonder a little nervously what the beautiful woman wanted with her. Was she just friendly and looking for someone to talk to or did she want something from her.
"That's quite the breakfast you have there," the woman said as she pointed one slender, perfectly manicured finger at the table in front of Molly.
Molly looked down at the ice cream sundae in front of her and she could feel her cheeks flush with sudden embarrassment. "Oh, this... well, it's not my usual breakfast. It's just my birthday and I thought... well, you know." She hunched her shoulders a little and quirked a small shy smile.
The woman's slender eyebrows rose fractionally, "Really?" She smiled broadly, "Well, happy birthday." Then her brows drew together a little as she looked Molly straight in the eye, "Aren't you doing anything special on your birthday, a party, going out, something? You know, family, friends... what about a boyfriend?"
Molly's heart sunk a bit at the mention of 'boyfriend' and she dropped her head a little in embarrassment but the woman's stare seemed to be holding her eyes and she found it hard to look away. Finally with an effort of will she broke the gaze and looked down, "I don't have any family and Eddie, he's my..." she toyed with her spoon and cleared her throat before continuing, "my, uh, boyfriend, well, he didn't even remember it was my birthday." She paused for a moment then continued, "But it's ok... I'm fine, really. I don't mind being alone on my..." her voice caught in her throat and she swallowed, fighting back sudden tears. "It's fine, really."
After a few moments Molly felt a firm, warm grip on her hand and she looked up again into bright green eyes that now looked so warm and friendly. With a dazzling smile the woman said, "Well then I guess we'll have to do something special together. My name is Cassandra, what's yours?"
"Molly."
"Charmed to make your acquaintance, Molly. So, what should we do?"
Molly hesitated for a moment. She was still a little nervous about what Cassandra really wanted from her. She found it difficult to believe that the woman didn't have some kind of hidden agenda and was just doing this out of the goodness of her heart, but it felt so wonderful to have someone to talk to. "I don't really know. I was just planning on doing a little shopping today, maybe try to make myself look better so my boyfriend will remember me."
