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.
As the two approached, the cashier looked up. The annoyed expression on her face was quickly replaced with a forced smile. "Welcome to Violet Delights," she began. "I'm Violet, is there anything I can help you with today?" She almost looked relieved when Janet explained that they were just browsing. "Very well," the cashier cheerfully replied, "help yourselves. I'll be over here if you need anything." Violet took a moment to watch as they walked off before returning to her phone.
Janet led Rachel about the store, weaving through the isles as she inspected all the merchandise. She never knew there was such a collection available. She stopped to gander at the dvds and gawked at all the butt plugs. She felt a twinge of pain when she saw the biggest one on display before quickly moving on. All the while, Rachel followed her as instructed. Her eyes always stared straight ahead, her body never moving unless being pulled by Janet.
Violet occasionally kept eyeing the couple as they passed from one aisle to the next. There was something about the taller customer that she just couldn't figure out. With the nature of the business, she had seen some unique individuals, but there was something about these two that she couldn't figure out. With reluctance at having to actually do her job, Violet stood up to investigate.
Janet had stopped in the corner to admire the collection of packaged lingerie. Having already seen most of what the store had to offer, she looked up to regard Rachel. "I wonder what's going on in your head right now," she said softly. "I suppose I could just ask you to tell me, but maybe it's better if I don't. How good does it feel? Don't tell me. If it's anything like the other night, you must be dying inside. I'm kind of jealous. I wonder if Mela-"
The cashier approached the two as they stood in the opposite corner of the shop from the counter. "Did you need help finding anything?" Her eyes moved from Janet to Rachel. "Are you okay, ma'am?"
Rachel did nothing to acknowledge the girl. Janet quickly interjected, "She's uh... doing some role-play."
"Oh..." Violet responded. "Oh!" Understanding registered in her voice. "Well if there's... anything you'd like to know, feel free to..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes never leaving Rachel's face.
"Actually, I've uh... never been to a place like this. Is there something you'd maybe recommend getting?" Janet shifted nervously on her feet. "Something for um... for fun." She was blushing furiously, unable to even look at the cashier.
"Yeah, sure. Follow me please," the cashier responded, finally averting her gaze from Rachel as she turned around. She led the two to the middle of the store. "This product is one of the newer ones in our store. It's a vibrating strapless strap-on. Instead of straps, it has a bulb at one end that you insert into your-"
"I was looking more for a... single-user kind of thing," Janet clarified, cutting Violet off. She noticed the look of disappointment that flashed on the cashier's face, if only for a second.
"Very well. Right this way." She placed the box back on the shelf and led them further down the same isle. "Over here we have your standard dildos. I've often felt that simplicity is the best, especially for the inexperienced. I think this one has a nice size, and just the right amount of texture," she explained, handing a box over to Janet.
Janet turned the box over in her hands and studied the toy through the window. "We... I'll take it," she declared. She followed the cashier back to the counter, Rachel still trailing behind her by the hand. She watched as the cashier began to ring up the order.