The wind blew through her hair as Janet fidgeted nervously where she stood. She saw the car turn the corner a block down. As it approached, she turned to stare up at Rachel, her friend's flowery dress flapping against Janet's thigh as it danced in the breeze. Janet marveled at the blank expression on her roommate's face.
As the car pulled up in front of them, Janet felt a sudden wave of panic come over her. The plan she had for their evening, the one she had dreamt about, had seemed so exciting when it was in her head. Now that it was becoming a reality, all she could feel was anxious.
It wasn't too late, she told herself. They could always go back home and find something more private to do.
The car window rolled down. "Yo, you gals gonna get in or what?" the driver asked impatiently.
Janet didn't like to be pressured. It made it even more difficult to come to a decision. She took another look at Rachel. She could already imagine her disappointment if they were to turn back now. No, Janet could do this. She had to do this - for Rachel, like she promised.
She stepped up on her toes to whisper into Rachel's ears. "Follow me into the car." She let go of Rachel's hand and opened the door, sliding to the opposite side. She offered an apology to the driver for making him wait.
Rachel mechanically entered the vehicle to sit next to Janet before continuing to stare straight ahead, the door still open.
"Close the door, put on your seat belt, and give the man the address," Janet quietly commanded, her left hand cupping the gap between her mouth and Rachel's ear. She caught sight of the driver through the mirror, causing her to blush. She couldn't help but feel awkward in the situation.
Rachel followed her instructions to the letter. The car lurched forward after Janet buckled herself, taking them to their destination.
The driver had been eyeing them ever since they sat down in his car. "Everythin' okay with your friend back there?" He didn't know what to make of the two. The more lively passenger seemed strangely uncomfortable. The other, well... didn't seem to be showing any emotion at all.
Straightening up, Janet stammered, "Uh yeah, she's uh... fine." She sat there nervously, hoping there would be no further questions. She wouldn't know how she could explain it if he pried further.
The driver decided to leave it at that. He dealt with a lot of strange people with his job, and this was no exception. The lifeless one was cute enough, he figured. He couldn't help but stare at the generous cleavage on display in the mirror.
After a few more minutes of driving, Rachel spoke up at Janet's request. "Eyes on the road, please." The monotone of her voice confused the driver further. He squeaked an apology, but was only able to abstain from hes leering for so long.
The car slowed to a stop as it approached its destination. The driver's eyes bulged out when he noticed the storefront. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he put the car in park, eyes never leaving the mirror. "That'll be 11... uh... $11.23, please."
More whispers. Rachel took the $15 from Janet, handing it to the driver without looking at him. "Thank you. Keep the change," she intoned. When he grabbed the money from her with a shaky hand, she unbuckled her seat belt and stepped out of the car. She stood on the sidewalk facing the store, once again motionless.
Janet followed soon after, thanking the man herself as she scooted by.
As Janet held onto Rachel for support, she let out a nervous laugh. Her heart was beating fast from the thrill of the experience. She couldn't help but wonder what was going through the driver's head at the sight of Rachel. It certainly must have been an unusual sight, but the truth of the situation sent tingles across Janet's skin.
Janet looked back to see the driver still staring at the two of them. Without breaking eye contact, Janet craned her neck up to once again instruct Rachel on what to do. When she was done, she turned away from him and walked Rachel into the shop.
The driver sat there dumbfounded, his mouth agape, as he watched the two girls. He waited there until they had entered the shop, completely out of sight, before departing. With a tent in his pants, he decided to take an early lunch as he drove home.
The inside of the store was lit with a rich purple light, the windows almost entirely opaque. Upon the floor were three long rows of black shelving, fully stocked and sitting at an angle from the walls. More shelves adorned the walls up to the ceiling. In the back was a dark oak door with a sign that said 'employee's only'. On the right wall, almost directly in front of the door, was a long glass counter. The toys of all shapes and sizes that filled the counter were lit with a phosphorous bulb.
Behind the counter sat a woman with green disheveled hair, two tufts of which framed her face. Her deep purple apron contrasted the black of her clothing. Upon it was written the store's name, Violet Delights.
Anxious of what lay before her, Janet looked up towards Rachel, standing still in the doorway with her. She thought back to her instructions earlier that day. "I want you to be trapped in your own body," she had told Rachel. "You will still be fully conscious, but you will carry out each and every command I give to you, without question or hesitation. Completely aware of everything. Doing so will fill you with such pleasure. The more you obey, the more pleasure you feel, but you can't show it. You are not allowed to move, act, or express on your own. Like a mind inhabiting a doll. Only I can move you."
Janet had squirmed in her seat as she gave the instructions. She wasn't sure who had the better situation. At the same time, she was nervous. She didn't want to take things too far, and feared Rachel may be upset if she were made to do something she didn't like. It didn't take her long to come up with a solution. "Also, Rachel, if at any time you are uncomfortable with anything I ask of you, you will come out of trance and we can stop there." Today was all for Rachel, and Janet would do her best to make sure she enjoyed it as much as possible.
So here they were, standing in the sex shop. Rachel made no indication of breaking out of her trance, so Janet felt assured she was okay with how things were progressing. Once again she whispered into her ear, "Any time I'm holding your hand, you will follow me as I lead you around, holding mine in turn." Interlacing their fingers, the two carried on farther into the store.