Pink Reality Ch 02

Sam rubbed her eyes. The day was only half over and she already had a headache. Even a calm day like this had to be interrupted by some crap, didn't it?

The stuff with the Bimbo's (Grayson's words, not hers) was perplexing, to say the least. Sam could've just written it off if it wasn't for what happened with Jenn. Was this some sort of elaborate prank? Did she go back and edit her old pictures, or replace them with new ones?

It wasn't something to be too concerned about, she told herself. She hadn't even noticed any of this new crop of sexy ladies before, Grayson was acting like it was some kind of epidemic. It was probably nothing. But it always came back to Jenn. Were these women a part of some cult or something? Some kind of big booby cult. Sam couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

Luckily, she didn't have to ride her bike to her mom's house. Grayson offered to drive her there, as long as Sam would notify her mom to make enough food for three. Grayson basically lived off a diet of cup ramen and chips, so it was no wonder she was practically drooling for this.

"Doesn't your mom, you know, make food for a living?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, sure. But we're always arguing about something. We have, like, totally opposite personalities. Plus, she has a stupid-ass boyfriend. It's just weird going over there. And it's totally never my fault, by the way." Grayson said, even she cracked a smile at that outright lie.

It was true they did argue a lot, and her mom seemed to want to police everything her daughter did despite Grayson being a grown adult who could get tattoo's or piercings if she wanted them.

"She's still your mom. I'm sure she'd rather have you eat there than eat the crap you have at your place." Sam said.

"Okay, shame me for being poor all you want. I'll have you now that I have upgraded from cup ramen to shin ramen. I'm in an entirely new tax bracket." Grayson said. Sam rolled her eyes.

"In any case, we should stop at your mom's bakery on the way." Sam said

"What, so we can make up?" The musician asked.

"So I can get a muffin." Sam said simply.

"...Damn, now I want one too. Fine." Grayson, grumbled. Sam flashed a little grin.

So they made a slight detour on the way; they wouldn't have to turn back but it would just take longer to get to Sam's house.

"You haven't been talking to anyone else about the Bimbos, right?" Sam suddenly asked. Grayson shook her head.

"No, it didn't seem like anyone else noticed, so I decided not to bring it up. It'd be kinda bizarre to act like a bunch of hot ladies walking around was some kind of crazy x-files shit to someone who doesn't have context. I honestly was starting to think that maybe it might've been nothing, until you mentioned the stuff about the librarian. Are you sure..."

"I am absolutely positive she looked nothing like that the last time I saw her." Sam intensely reiterated.

"Freaky." Grayson simply muttered.

"Where else did you see these Bimbos, by the way?" Sam questioned her.

"All over the place. There's not like a million of them or anything, but they've been popping up. The record shop, the boba place, the park. The sex toy shop." Grayson said.

"What were you doing at a sex toy shop?" Sam chuckled through a wide grin.

"Filing my taxes. Now stifle yourself." Grayson blushed. What was more embarrassing, that Grayson bought sex toys, or that she couldn't wait for them to arrive by delivery?

So they drove on, unaware of the Pink fog all around them. It whizzed by and flew in every direction as it looked for pressure points and places the flying tendrils could exploit. And people. They could feel the supercharged panties in Grayson bag, so the Pink tentacles promptly changed directions away from where Grayson and Sam were headed. The panties were looking for their own pressure point to take hold of.

The two young women soon parked in front of Jill's bakery, the shop owned by Grayson's mom. It was a fairly popular place, which led to Grayson's mom usually being extremely busy. Sam could tell Grayson was probably counting on that. Sam didn't want to force the issue anyway, but it would be nice if Grayson and her mother chilled out about this whole thing.

"What is it this time, anyway?" Sam asked as they got out of the car.

"It's nothing. She told me I should stop making music. She's just mad I dropped out of college." Grayson said. Sam nodded. That'll do it.

"I could just go in-"

"Nah, it's fine. I'm not gonna stand out here like some coward." Grayson said. As they approached the building, a skinny young man on a bike approached the two of them. Sam groaned, not Rick.

"Hey, you two young ladies," the local cop nervously said, "have you seen any suspicious behavior lately?" He asked.

"You know our names." Sam said.

"...Okay, Sam and Grayson. Have you seen any suspicious behavior."

"Like what?" Grayson asked.

"Like all of the 'ladies of the night' I've been seeing lately. All dressed in provocative attire. Apparently, I was arresting them unlawfully. I guess they weren't technically breaking any obscenity laws, but it was damn close." The scruffy haired young man said. His blue eyes darted between them nervously. He couldn't have been more than 8 years older than them, but he always tried to come off with some level of seniority and officialness.

Wait, he noticed the Bimbo's, too?

"No, haven't really seen anything." Grayson shrugged. The man raised an eyebrow and inspected the two girls with his eyes. God, this guy was a dork. Grayson often wondered if he'd been a hall monitor when he was younger.

"But you've seen them?" Sam interrogated.

"Here and there, it's like they came out of nowhere suddenly. And weirdly, no one else seems to have noticed their appearance but me. Strange, isn't it?" He asked. Out of all the people, it would be this guy that noticed them, huh?

"Maybe you should look into it." Grayson said. Rick nodded aggressively.

"Yeah, maybe ask around if they've always lived here, and if not, where they came from. And if they've always been like that. That's a good start." Sam said.

"...You reckon this is some kind of conspiracy?" Rick leaned in.

"Maybe." Sam shrugged. Rick saluted them and biked away. This at least told them they weren't the only ones who noticed. Sam had a feeling nothing would turn up about these women, if it was anything like with Jenn. Her social media totally just disappeared all the evidence that she was ever different.

"I can't believe that guy's the only other person who's noticed this stuff." Grayson groaned.

"That wasn't a bad idea, though. We should ask around too. See if anyone's noticed it happening to someone they know, or if they know a Bimbo." Sam crossed her arms.

"We don't really know that the other Bimbos were actually changed in the way Jenn was. Like, they could just be like that." Grayson pointed out.

"That's our most logical explanation for where they all came from for now, though." Sam explained as they entered the bakery.

"Hey, Grayson! You brought Sam too!" The beaming woman behind the counter happily waved. Grayson nodded and sheepishly waved back as Sam pulled her further into the building.

God, this place smelled insane.

"Hey, Leslie." Grayson said.

"Here to talk to your Mom?" Leslie asked. Grayson shrugged.

"Uh. Sorta. Sam mostly just wanted something." She said, rubbing her neck. So the two of them spent the next few minutes looking through the various treats before them, Sam suggested sharing something so they would have room for dinner. In all honesty, she probably wanted to share cause she didn't have enough money for more than one thing.

"You know you girls eat here free, right?" Sam heard as she looked up. Sam beamed, whereas Grayson offered an awkward grin and a wave as they were approached by a blonde, chubby woman in her 40's.

"Hey, Mom."

"It's nice to see you again, Jill. We just wanted to support your business is all." Sam said as she hugged them both close.

"I'm fine, I don't need money from you, Sam. How are you doing? Are you getting enough to eat?" She looked over Sam's skinny frame.

"Yeah, I'm good. We were actually just going to my mom's house for di- uh, well, I mean." Sam found herself saying. Grayson palmed her face. For once, Grayson wasn't the one putting her foot in her mouth.

"Hah, that's fine. You know I head to bed early on work days anyway, I usually have my 'dinner' during my break." Jill said.

"Yeah, I knew you were busy, we just wanted to come and say hi. Maybe you'd be free next weekend, though?" Grayson said. Jill nodded.

"Yeah, maybe. By the way, Sam, ask your mother if there's going to be book club soon. I'm not sure what the plan is." She changed the subject.

"Right, got it." Sam gave Jill a thumbs up before the older woman said her goodbyes and went back to work.

"Welp." Grayson said. "Told you it would be weird."

"Hey, she gave you free muffins. That has to count for something. Just give it time." Sam said.

As Sam's hand went for the door, her vision was soon entirely shrouded by jiggly, warm flesh quickly rushing right into her face.

"Oops, sorry! I'm such a klutz~" The large breasts' owner squeaked, holding her hands to her mouth.

"No worries." Sam muttered and blushed as she moved aside for the woman to come in. Another one of the Bimbos, she observed. Same ridiculous tits, same preference for tiny clothes. She looked out of place in a bakery like this, save for the cake she was packing in her tiny hotpants.

"Tsk. These women..." An older lady mumbled.

"You've noticed them recently, too?" Sam asked.

"Recently? Hah! These women have been plaguing this town for years. Is there more than usual now?" The woman asked. Okay, weird. Maybe she was just grouping these new Bimbos in together with other scantily clad women, or was it the Jenn memory thing again?

"Told you they're all over the place." Grayson whispered as they walked out of the bakery.

"Did you hear what she said? She said they'd been here for years!" Sam pointed out. Grayson scratched her neck.

"I swear I'd never seen them until, like, a week ago." She reiterated. Shit, now it was starting to look like they really had a mystery on their hands.

...

Lauren Sevallis was bored. She was happy with many things in her life, make no mistake about that, but she sometimes wondered if things could be better.

Every single weekday, Lauren slaved away at her monotonous office job, practically in a zombified state as she could hardly care less about her work. It had always just been a job, one that provided no real sense of satisfaction to her life aside from the mediocre paychecks.

She read in her spare time, mostly just adventure and romance novels. The ones with daring escapes that ended with deeply romantic, but ultimately softcore sex. The books with the kind of men and the kind of relationships that were mostly just reserved for fiction. Lauren had had a man like the charming, kind, beautiful men in those books, but that was long ago.

Her real passion was writing. Oh, it was just a hobby. One that Lauren cared about deeply and spent much of her free time doing, but just a hobby nonetheless. It provided the things she couldn't have in life, and putting all of your brainpower and energy into writing served as a nice distraction from the stresses of life.

She'd never publish, obviously. She was hardly good enough, she was just a hobbyist after all. Maybe it was a bit of a dream. But it was too embarrassing to think about, baring your heart and soul over a page just for people to most likely ignore it all together. Or worse, hate it. In any case, she told herself that she preferred just writing for Lauren and only Lauren.

It helped her stop thinking about her husband, Julian, who'd passed away 10 years prior. She'd not dated or slept with a man since. It was lonely, but she couldn't bare to try things again. That time had simply past.

And writing helped her stop worrying about her wallflower daughter, Sam. Okay, maybe wallflower was an exaggeration. But most of Sam's friends were people she'd known since Middle School, and she never brought any young men over either. She seemed to always be busy with her work, shouldn't college kids be partying?

Maybe it was for the best she wasn't getting in any trouble with crazy parties or drugs or anything like that, or god forbid rushing into a relationship. She was still young, anyway. But Lauren just worried she'd end up being a lonely cat lady without a husband. Was she projecting? No, probably not. Right? Okay, maybe.

Whatever. She was content to host weekly book clubs, write romance stories with just enough sexiness (but nothing pornographic, of course), and care for her two daughters when they needed it. Aurora needed it less, she was by far the more adventurous and social. She was also pretty smart too, with a vast knowledge and interest in history; it just wasn't everything for her.

Aurora had more proper relationships than Sam, but their intensity often led them to being pretty messy. Sam was withdrawn and never really talked about her life at all, whereas Aurora would often cry to her mother on the phone about boys. Lauren was always there to listen, but sometimes she wondered if Aurora couldn't rush into things so much. Or at least call her at a reasonable hour instead of 4 AM. Lauren kind of wished both her daughters would occasionally bother to learn something from each other.

Now she was making dinner, nothing too fancy, but she thought she'd go all out since she was having guests over. Sam of course offered to help her, but she declined. Lauren usually had to make dinner for herself anyway, Sam acted like Lauren was slaving away for her or something.

"Sweetie, how have you been? Hey, Grayson, you still making music?" Lauren hugged her daughter and gestured for Sam and Grayson to sit down as they came in.

"Yeah, making music's basically all I do." Grayson said.

"Oh, is it going well?" Lauren asked. Grayson pondered this for a moment.

"I guess not. Some musicians would want people to listen to that music in return, but having a big fanbase would ruin my underground street-cred." Grayson said sarcastically. It was just as well. Grayson's music was horrible techno nonsense, Lauren thought. 'Experimental', as the kids were saying nowadays.

Both Grayson and Sam seemed distant while they ate dinner, like they were hiding something. Or trying to avoid talking about something. When Lauren asked about Grayson's mom, she just shrugged sheepishly and instantly pivoted to mentioning that Jill was down for book club this week. Lauren had to give her a call, she'd totally been in zombie-mode this week and forgot to set a time for the book club.

When Lauren asked Sam what she'd been up to, it was of course nothing but stuff like cell signaling and other nerd stuff that made Lauren go crosseyed. Bless Sam's heart, she was a wonderful person, but she needed a life outside of Grayson. Lauren still listened intently, at least it was something Sam was passionate about.

She also told them what she'd been up to lately, not that really added up to much. The most notable thing that happened, which she told the girls about in detail, was that a bunch of those giggly Bimbos you sometimes see running around the city all congregated at a cafe she was at and kept hitting on everyone there, including the women.

It was a strange phenomenon of the last few years, it had to be this new generation of young women. At least Sam had more self respect than them.

Aside from that, there was one other thing they talked about. Both girls asked her if she'd noticed anything out of the ordinary in the last week. What the heck did that mean?

"Seen anything weird?" Lauren repeated back.

"Like, while you're out and about. Is anything different than usual?" Sam asked.

"...No?" Lauren raised an eyebrow. Sam just nodded and didn't press the issue, which only made Lauren more curious.

"Oh, okay." She said simply.

"Is there something going on?"

"Uh, no, I was just asking is all." Her daughter said. Sam saw her mother giving her a questioning glare, she promptly avoided Lauren's stare to look at her phone.

"Uh, by the way, my phone's about to die. Would you mind putting it on the charger? I think it's in my bag." Sam asked her. Lauren responded with a 'Sure honey' and left the room. Sam's eyes darted wildly to Grayson, it definitely seemed like she wanted Lauren to leave the room so they could exchange something between each other. Whatever, she wasn't going to pry.

Lauren made her way into the guest room, eyes scanning for Sam's bag. 'Lauren', hushed whispers wormed their way into her ear. Immediately, she turned back around. No one was there. Of all the times to start going crazy... The older woman must have misheard. Or she was tired. Well, she was tired, she was always tired nowadays. That's what happened when you were old and bored, she supposed.

Lauren's eyes found the bag, it was just next to the door. She opened the bag and gasped, this was out of character for Sam. Her hand soon, hesitantly, pulled out a lacy pair of black panties. It was none of her business at all, but Sam wasn't the type, right?

Maybe she was even more secretive than Lauren had thought. Was her oldest daughter hiding more salacious activities? She just carelessly had it at the top of her belongings. Was she planning to get with a boy straight after leaving? Lauren blushed, this seemed more like something you'd see sticking out of one of those Bimbo's booty shorts rather than something in her nerdy daughter's bag.

The Pink vibrated in her hand and slid across Lauren's skin before seeping into it. Unknowingly, Lauren shivered as it soothed her. At least Sam was feeling sexy and confident, maybe she was breaking out of her shell after all. It would've made Lauren proud if it wasn't something too awkward and personal for a mother to know about it. She rubbed it between her fingers. It was a finely made piece, very soft material.

"Hey, Mom, you there?" She jumped as she heard Sam's voice come from the hallway. Lauren yelped and instinctively dropped the panties to the ground.

"Coming." Lauren said as she quickly plugged in Sam's phone and strode out of the room. Lauren's hand still vibrated with warm, Pink energy. The three ate and talked for awhile, Lauren's mind distracted from those panties currently on the floor of the guest room. She drank a little, not too much. She'd just always liked the taste of the stuff.

Regrettably, Sam and Grayson had to soon leave Lauren and go back to their own lives. She didn't want to bother her busy daughter, but she wished she came over more often. Maybe she'd give Aurora a call later.

So Lauren sat back and relaxed for awhile, drinking more and thinking about life. Eventually, Lauren cleaned up and walked back into the hallway; she heard it again. 'Lauren', it whispered. She stepped back into the room, her apprehension was completely clouded by shock as she noticed that she'd stupidly forgotten Sam's panties in the guest room.

Shit, she'd have to just tell Sam that her panties fell out of her bag. It was no issue, really, but she knew Sam would be deeply embarrassed by it. Lauren picked them up, only to be once again taken aback by their softness and pleasant warmth. They looked quite nice and finely made as well, she hoped Sam didn't spend too much money on this.

She still fondled the panties, and her mind wandered to places she didn't find all too pleasant. Despite herself, she envisioned her sweet, nerdy daughter dressing herself in all this overly expensive, uncharacteristically sexy lingerie just to impress a boy. Hopefully, she felt comfortable about this. And hopefully whoever she was dressing like this for wasn't a scoundrel. Hopefully he was a nice, suave guy who would take care of her. Like the men in the novels Lauren read.