They stared at the message on Shauna's phone for several minutes before speaking.
"2103 Rodgerton Lane. 9 p.m. tonight. Comfortable clothes, but something sexy underneath. Don't be late. Don't ditch. -- M"
Heather looked nervously at Shauna. She'd received a similar text earlier in the day, but the break before fifth period was the first time they'd been able to talk face to face about it.
The week had been, if Shauna was being honest, uneventful as far as their tormentor was concerned. Melissa had, aside from occasional snide comments in the hallways, said little to either of them, allowing them to live their lives for the most part unmolested. Shauna worked at her night-time job at the bookstore, trying to think of angles the duo could use to somehow break free of Melissa's hold on them. Heather focused on her schoolwork and tried not to think about the eventual moment her phone rang, and it wouldn't be Shauna, but Melissa with some new task for them. They'd even managed to work a quick 'date' on Wednesday to do some shopping before returning to Shauna's home for a quick bout of lovemaking.
It was Friday now, and with that, the foreboding dread that Melissa had been storing up her 'plans' for the weekend had finally borne fruit. Shauna looked at the message again, then back to Heather. "Do you feel any compulsion to obey this?" she asked, softly enough so nobody around could hear their conversation.
"No," Heather whispered back. "Not in any sort of...y'know...controlling way. But I think if we don't do it..."
"Yeah," Shauna finished for her, "it'll be a lot worse for both of us. Just the threat of her controlling us is apparently enough to control us." She held the phone up. "Even via text messaging." The frown from her partner spoke for both of them. Their plans for tonight were already made, apparently.
She'd Googled the address almost immediately after the message had arrived. So had Heather. The Adult Outpost was a fairly well-known sex shoppe on the north end of the city. Shauna was hesitant to use the word 'notorious' though she'd heard more than a few rumors that more things occurred there besides the sale of pornography and dildos. Both women knew whatever Melissa had planned for them, if it involved the Outpost, it couldn't be good.
* * *
They pulled up in Shauna's car about fifteen minutes before nine. Already a number of cars lined the parking lot, and Heather did her best to convince herself they weren't cars she'd seen in the school parking lot. 'No,' she thought to herself, 'it's just my mind playing tricks on me.'
They'd both done as asked, dressing in fairly loose-fitting jeans and t-shirts. Shauna knew, if her fears were realized, they likely wouldn't be wearing them very long. She looked over to Heather, no small amount of concern on her face. "Are you ready for this?" she asked, knowing the answer before Heather gave it.
"Of course not," Heather sighed defeatedly. She took Shauna's hand in hers. "But if you're with me..." Nothing more needed to be said as the girls pressed their lips together and allowed themselves this moment. Whatever Melissa had in store for them, they still harbored these feelings for each other, and still maintained freedom enough to indulge them.
As they entered the building, Shauna was surprised at first how well lit and clean the place looked. She'd been in department stores that were less tidy. The second moment of surprise came when she realized who was already in the shoppe. It wasn't lost on Heather, either. Reggie Newsome, the gamer who hung out with his two nerdy friends, Gabriel and Dwight, in the library most of the time. All three of them were there and cast the duo a subtle look before turning their attention back to whatever they were looking at.
Calvin Jones was leafing through some magazines. Shauna scanned the row. Most of the A/V and Chess Club were there. Was this Melissa's doing, she wondered? It was like every nerd and degenerate from school had chosen tonight to descend on the Outpost. She heard Damon Smith in another corner, chuckling with his metalhead cronies. She swallowed. Hard. Heather was still holding her hand and she squeezed it in solidarity.
Someone smacked their asses at the same time and both girls jumped with a start. "Hey bitches," Melissa moved in between them, "good to see you two can follow orders."
"Wh-what is this, Melissa?" Shauna found the courage to ask.
Melissa simply grinned at both of them in response. "Don't be in such a hurry to find out, slut," she teased. "Follow me, both of you."
They could only helplessly comply as she led them through the store, past the aisles of videos, sex toys, and stares from a number of their classmates. Shauna tried to pretend she didn't see her Physics teacher from last year, Mr. Abernathy, among the group, but she was sure it was him behind the ball cap and shades. Good lord, what was this?
A row of doors lined an area in the back, and Melissa opened a central one, nodding at Shauna and Heather to enter it. She closed the door behind the three of them as Heather looked over the room. There was barely enough room for two, let alone three, but it wasn't the semi-cramped conditions that concerned her.
It was the two holes drilled into the two opposing walls that brought a lump of apprehension and dread to Heather's throat.
"Good girls," Melissa said softly, and suddenly all fear washed away as Shauna and Heather's hands dropped limply to their sides as they entered into trance. Though it had been some time, Melissa marveled at how easily both women still fell into it. Her helpless playthings. She smiled at both of them.
"Shauna, you're a dyke so you're a waste when it comes to blowjobs," Melissa frowned, "although you obviously made an impression on my boyfriend. You don't want to know the things I had to do to make him forget about you."
If she had any pride about what she'd done -- which she didn't -- Shauna did not show it. simply staring forward as Melissa turned her attention toward Heather.
"And according to Trey," she stood imperiously in front of the gorgeous brunette, "you've never even tasted a dick before. Is that true?"
"Yes, ma'am," Heather intoned softly, without emotion. Melissa clapped her hands with glee.
