Usually, the drive to the mall in Jack's nondescript four-door sedan was quite enjoyable, with only one stoplight right outside of his apartment complex and then a long stretch of road for him to cruise down with no stops until he got to the mall. Normally, he would have the music on and tuned in to his favorite station.
Not today.
Today was a bit different. His car trip was silent and tense. His passenger stared at him the entire way to the mall, her cold, lime green eyes staring intently at him while he tried to remain focused on driving. Somehow, she seemed to know how to get him hot and bothered. He found a parking space and heaved a sigh in relief.
Then he put his head down on the steering wheel and groaned. Elassa watched him for some time as he repeatedly hit his head against the edge of the leather-bound wheel, a frustrated look on his face.
"What's the matter Jack?" she feigned sweetly.
"I have to walk into Victoria's Secret with you, find you a bra size, and manage to shell out enough cash to find something that fits you. And all this without looking like I'm still a virgin. Crap..."
"Hey, don't be so down. I'll suck you off in there if we find a nice place to be alone," she suggested, trailing a finger up his thigh. Jack opened his door and got out of the car. He locked up as they walked toward the mall. Somehow, he knew that things weren't going to end well in here.
Inside, Jack looked at the directory and found Victoria's Secret after a good bit of searching. (He'd never needed to go there before, due to his lack of actually getting past second base with any of his girlfriends) Elassa followed him to the second floor, and got him sidetracked at store for swimsuits and the like.
She dragged him into the store with a sneaky grin written all over her features. She walked around idly while Jack checked his wallet for cash. He was going to have to get gas on the way back. Lucky him, with how expensive the crap was these days. He took some comfort in that he had enough money to get just about anything she could want for now.
He followed her down one of the isles and she picked out a swimsuit, turning to show him what it looked like draped over her shirt. He immediately flushed deep crimson when she raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, so you do think it looks good on me then," she beamed provocatively. What she had in her hand was a white bikini that looked as if it had been made for someone half her size and excess. The two triangles of fabric meant to contain her huge bust were barely enough to cover where her areoles would be.
It scared him to think that he knew her anatomy that well.
"Elassa, let's just go and get your clothes so we can leave. There's something in it for you if we get home in time for dinner," he proposed. Elassa's eyes narrowed to slits.
"You sick fuck."
The voice didn't belong to Elassa.
Both Jack and the succubus turned to face a girl about Jack's age, her face red with anger. Jack thought he recognized her, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. The girl stomped over to him and gave Jack a hard slap in the face. He stared in disbelief at the girl. What in God's name was wrong with her?!
"Can you tell me why exactly you're hitting m-" she slapped him again before he could finish his question. Jack raised his head and grabbed her wrist, glaring at her.
"Let me go," she ordered. Jack growled.
"Why the fuck are you hitting me?"
"You're playing games with that poor girl, like she's a toy or something," the girl answered. Elassa arched her thin, silvery eyebrows and flashed a smile at the girl. She wrapped her arms around Jack's chest and licked the shell of his ear with her sinfully long tongue. When she spoke, her breath was hot and lusty.
"Oh, child, you have no idea what kind of games I'm playing with him. You've got our positions mixed up."
"What?" questioned the confused girl.
"Nothing," chirped Elassa cheerfully, pinching Jack's cheek. She turned him around and took the wallet from his hands.
"Elassa, that doesn't even fit you!"
"All the more reason to buy it," she replied to Jack with a smile still present on her face. Jack, however begrudgingly, bought the two-sizes-too-small swimsuit for her and they were back on their original task of getting her a decent pair of undergarments and some clothes that actually fit her.
"Fuck, that girl slaps hard," Jack murmured. Elassa giggled.
"Oh Jack, you haven't had me rake my nails down your back yet, nor have I even begun to ride you. If that tiny little slap hurt, then you're going to cry when we have sex again," she idly explained, getting Jack more than a few strange or envious looks.
At Victoria's Secret, Jack couldn't really have been any more embarrassed. When Elassa walked in, every woman in the store stared at her (after giving themselves a quick once-over) and then stared at Jack. The teen walked up to the counter and a pretty girl with long, dark red hair and grayish-green eyes smiled at him.
"Hello there. Do you need help finding something, sir?"
"Uh, well..." Jack's face turned red as he spoke. "I need to find something that can fit my girlfriend," he finished. Elassa walked up and kissed Jack on the cheek.
"Jesus Christ you have a chest," said the store clerk, eyes wide. Elassa stuck out her chest with a grin.
"Why thank you. Now if I could just get my man to tell me that, I'd be a happy girl." Jack rolled his eyes and the store clerk took out measuring tape.
"Well, I'll measure you to make sure, but you look like you're somewhere in the F range. Um, let me measure you real quick."
"Would it be more accurate if you just measured my bare chest?" Elassa asked. The store clerk shrugged.
"I guess. If you want the most comfortable size, then I guess we can arrange something. Come on back to the dressing room for a minute." The store clerk called another store worker to take over the counter while she led Elassa back to the dressing room. Jack was left standing at the counter like some pervert. The new clerk rapped her knuckles on the countertop and drew Jack's attention.
"That was your girlfriend there?" she asked, flipping blonde hair out of her blue eyes.
"Yeah."
"How'd you two meet?"
"Well, it's a little bit of a mystery even to me. I was walking home through the cemetery right off of Breyn Street, and she just kind of found me. And I guess that's when she became my girlfriend," Jack answered, wishing that Elassa would hurry up.
A loud squeak came from the back of the store and Jack leaned sideways as the redhead from before poked her head around the corner, a confused look on her face.
"How in God's name did you get that tape around her like that? She almost hit me in the face with those things!" she exclaimed, causing Jack's pink-tinged cheeks to turn cherry red again. He could hear Elassa's laughter from beck in the dressing room and shook his head with dismay.
"So, you two been going out long?" the blonde clerk asked. Jack shrugged.
"Long enough for me to get over the fact that she's always hungry for me," he replied, scratching the back of his head. He heard a bit of noise again from the direction of his busty succubus and managed to ignore it for the most part. Why did she have to make such a ruckus about getting underwear? The longer Jack stayed her, the more embarrassed he felt.
"So..." the clerk began again. "If you don't mind me asking; you two have had sex, right?"
"Yeah, we have."
"You're pretty lucky to have someone like her as your girlfriend. You don't look too old. How old are you anyway?"
"Nineteen," Jack said, hearing his name from the dressing room. Before the clerk could say anything else, Elassa walked around the corner with a bra covering her chest. She licked her teeth sensually and leaned forward, letting her contained chest become more pronounced.
"Oh Jack. I may found my size. I'd be very happy if you could take me to get some clothes now, if you would. Or if you want to take me home right away, that's fine too," she suggested. Jack sighed.
"Alright, I get it, you win. Just put some clothes on and we'll go wherever you want to, okay? Just put those away," Jack pleaded. Elassa returned to the dressing room and appeared again with the store clerk and her black shirt on. Jack paid for her lingerie and they left the store immediately. Elassa giggled when Jack flinched at the touch of her hand against his arm.
"Don't be so nervous. It's like you're embarrassed of me or something," joked the succubus. Jack scoffed.
"Yeah, well, you're used to being stared at for being beautiful. I'm just in the background in this situation, regular old me," Jack said, pinching the bridge of his nose briefly.
"Just remember, at the end of the day, all they get to do is stare. You get to do much more, and that's not just with my pussy either. You still have yet to utilize my chest, master."
