Recap: Janine and Natasha got into trouble in the mall because of Natasha's kleptomania (Ch. 6). Apparently Natasha had been stealing items on a regular basis from the mall, and today she had gotten caught red-handed, implicating Janine in the process. Janine also had a run-in with Brad Wheeler that morning (Ch. 4) whose carefully chosen commands have kept her in a constant state of arousal until their planned meeting the following morning.
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Neither girl seemed interested in much conversation as they drove out of the mall car park. Their torture at the hands of the mall security weighed freshly in their minds. Janine caught herself thinking fondly of their interrogation. In fact, she had done nothing wrong. He even said that she had been a good girl. Ivan the security guard had rewarded her 'goodness' with a special treat and his words made her feel all tingly and happy inside.
She couldn't shake the nagging thought at the back of her head that it wasn't right for the big security guard to offer her his massive cock as a reward. A small far-away voice screamed at her, as if trying to warn her of something important. What could it be? The more she tried to think about it, the more her mind seemed resolute. She had been a good girl and she deserved a reward. Ivan had said so.
It was approaching six in the evening as Natasha pulled into her boyfriend Drew's driveway. They had arranged earlier to join him and his buddies for the football game. Natasha wasn't a big fan of football, just a big fan of Drew when he played football. She had asked Janine to come along to keep her company, knowing that once the game was underway, Drew would be oblivious to everything else, including her.
All her anxiety from the day washed away when she saw Drew coming out of the house to meet them. She considered telling him about what had happened in the mall, but decided that keeping mum would probably be better. He might not appreciate the idea that his girlfriend was a shoplifter, and that she had had sex with a sleazy mall cop this afternoon for his silence.
He probably would appreciate the wonderful bikini her efforts had procured, and maybe she could snatch him away for a little while before the game and the rest of his friends showed up. Her spoils of war in hand, and a mischievous glint in her eye, she beckoned him to head upstairs to his room.
Janine watched as her friends disappeared upstairs, leaving her on her own in the living room. Presently, Mr Carter came out from the kitchen after raiding the fridge.
"Hi Coach Carter."
"Well hello Janine, it's been a while since I last saw you."
Drew's father was the football coach of the neighbourhood high school, and was pretty well known for his passion on and off the field. He was probably approaching fifty though he kept in good shape and fought the grey hair back.
"Here to watch the football game tonight? It's going to be a good game."
"Yeah, Natasha called for backup."
"Ah backup. The boys do get caught up in the game. Anyway it was good seeing you, I've got some work to do before the game later. Maybe we'll talk more then?"
Natasha nodded as the older Carter walked off. Maybe she'd watch some TV before the rest of festivities began.
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"You want me to do all sorts of nasty things to you," the shadowy figure intoned. "All sorts of nasty things."
Janine recognized the hallways in school and the mad rush that accompanied the school bell. She turned around in the crowd of people milling around her to look for a familiar face, but there was none. What was she doing there?
"All sorts of nasty things," came the voice from nowhere.
She yelped, feeling a hand brush past her butt. The mass of people were constantly moving about her, and she found it hard to focus on any one person. Maybe it was her imagination. Another innocent hand brushed past her again. That's it, it had to be accidental. A third hand came by.
"All sorts of nasty things." The voice again. It sounded familiar, but she could not focus on it.
She imagined a hand running up her leg, raising a line of goose bumps in its wake. Shivering involuntarily, she looked down to see no such hand. The masses around her continued in their flux, constantly moving around her. The imaginary hand now stroked her knee, occasionally flirting upwards to the hemline of her grey skirt.
She felt another hand cupping her butt. Surely this time it wasn't accidental! She turned to look, but saw no hand there. The hand that wasn't there stroked her tush through her skirt. It alternated between patting her lightly and grabbing her firmly. It felt offensive, but still nice. Anyway, there wasn't anyone there.
The hand at her knee was now joined by another hand tracing a line up her other leg. Yet another set of fingers were moving along her right arm. It massaged and kneaded the muscles in her forearm and upper arm, making her relax.
"All sorts of nasty things." The voice was now not alone, and was joined by another deeper voice.
She was losing count of the number of imaginary hands roaming her body. She continued to look around, but the people thronging her weren't stopping to touch her. She could feel a big pair of hands on her breasts now, stroking her through her white Lycra top and bra. They seemed to know what to do, making circles along the underside of the breasts, pausing briefly at the nipples. She shivered as she felt one of the hands at her knee slowly slide up her thigh to nestle against her pussy. Once it got there, it didn't move any more, seemingly content to settle there.
It didn't have to move. Janine was slowly getting turned on by the soft caresses of her invisible hands. She could feel a fire slowly burning in her loins. Subconsciously, she started to move against the stationary hand. She wiggled about until she felt one of the fingers against her clit before slowly rocking back and forth on it.
The hands around her started getting more urgent. The hands on her butt gripped her tightly as she continued to rock against the finger at her crotch. The hands on her breasts continued their ministrations, kneading and teasing her.
"All sorts of nasty things." The voices were now louder and insistent. There were at least five in the chorus, but she was slowly finding it harder to focus on anything but the finger at her crotch.
"Why don't you put it in?" She heard her voice mutter. "Put it in me!"
Her rubbing was reaching a frenetic pace and she could hear a wet sloshing as she rubbed herself along the palm of the invisible hand. She tried to coerce the finger into her pussy, but it lingered at the entrance, tormenting her.
"Inside please! Come inside!" Janine begged.
"All sorts of nasty things!" sang the choir.
"I need it now!" she screamed as her frustration grew steadily.
"All sorts of nasty things!"
"Please!" Her voice was thick with lust, and she almost couldn't recognize it.
"Janine, Janine..." a familiar, yet foreign voice cut through the cacophony.
"I need..." Janine's frustration was at its peak.
"Janine!" A new hand was on her shoulder. How she wished it would move down and satisfy her. If it didn't, she was going to grab it and make it!
"Janine, wake up!"
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Janine blinked to find Drew over her, his hand on her shoulder. She shook her head to find herself buried in the plush couch with her clothes in a state of disarray. She struggled to her feet, somewhat glad that she didn't grab his hand and shove it into her crotch.
"You must have been having some awesome dream," he smiled. If only he knew. Uh-oh, what
did
he know?
"More like a nightmare," she chuckled nervously. "What time is it?"
"Half past six. I just called the pizza and it should be here by 7. The other guys should be here any moment."
"I should probably go to the bathroom and clean myself up."
"Don't worry; I didn't see you drooling or anything." He laughed as he headed back upstairs to Natasha.
That's not what I'm worried about.
She hurried into the bathroom before anyone else came along and rearranged her white top and grey skirt, making sure Drew was merely kidding about drool marks. Satisfied with the final result, she shook the remaining sleep cobwebs out of her head and opened the door to a living room of chaos. Three of the football team had shown up and Coach Carter was already passing the beer around. His rules were simple. No drinking the day of and the day before a game or a training day. All other days were fair game. Tonight, it was going to be Budweiser open season.
"Hi Janine," called Drew from the stairs. He had a big shit-eater grin plastered on his face as he descended with Natasha trailing behind. They had obviously been up to tricks. He casually introduced her to the other guys, but they were too psyched up about the game on TV to give her any more attention than a cursory nod and a long look at her legs.
Janine was content to backpedal to a corner of the room as more guys came in to fill up the living room. Natasha popped by once or twice to ask if she was alright, but Janine merely nodded her away. Her head was pounding and she had only sipped half a can of Bud.
"All sorts of nasty things" came the voice again.
"Shut up." Janine muttered.
"You know you can't take it anymore. The more people are in the room, the more people that approach you, the more you want all sorts of nasty things to be done to you." The voice knew her every thought and fear.
"Shut up. You don't know me." Janine whispered, as if even her voice didn't believe her.
"How does it feel to be in a room full of people, Janine? How many are there? Can you count them?"
"I'll show you... One, two, three..." Janine started mentally checking people off. That's Drew, Natasha, Coach Carter. The dull ache in her head seemed to wane, only to be replaced by a dull ache in her stomach. Was it something she had eaten?
Four, five, six. Jackson, Randy, Andrew, or was it Andy...
The ache was beginning to shift lower, nearer to her bladder. She felt an urge to scratch but shooed it away.
