The sound of children playing echoed through the balmy summer air as people chattered amongst themselves. Small shops, stacked two high, lined either side of a narrow street with just enough space to walk with minimal breathing room. Two young women made their way through the crowd, doing everything in their power to avoid bumping elbows with the strangers around them.
“Zoey, it’s too hot. I'm getting sunburnt, this suuucks!” The taller of the two girls exclaimed, wincing as an elderly man knocked into her side. She brushed her long blond hair from her face and crossed her arms over her chest to conserve space, continuing to shuffle through the crowd.
“Let’s at least check out a couple more shops here, okay? I’m not going to let you be a buzzkill again, Kristen.” The more petite Zoey insisted with a higher and softer voice.
The smaller woman was a few inches shorter than Kristen, with pale skin and light brown hair cut short and feathery. A cream white sundress served as Zoey’s preferred clothing option rather than her companion’s lewd choice of attire, which consisted of a red halter top and jean shorts trying their best to be a pair of denim panties.
Kristen let out some unhappy noises in protest. Sweaty wasn’t a cute look; she wanted air conditioning. Before the pouty female could argue, she noticed a stall selling cute hair clips and accessories. An idea brewed in the blond’s head as her eyes scanned the balding, middle-aged man working. Yeah, I can work with this. The scheming fox thought to herself. Kristen adjusted her top to expose her sweat-dampened cleavage before walking forward to greet the vendor, a cute little sway overcoming her hips. Her breasts jiggled within their confines upon every step.
“Sir! How much is that cute hair clip with the silver metal butterfly thing?” Asked the slutty female in a not so eloquent manner, her words dripping with a sultry tone.
As soon as Kristen adjusted her top and walked over, Zoey’s eyes rolled in annoyance. Was she really doing this right now? Before Kristen even opened her mouth, the shorter woman understood the situation clearly. She felt a twinge of frustration, realizing that arguing with Kristen would only cause everyone way more grief. She loved this dummy, but that didn’t mean she would be happy with all of her life choices. Zoey decided to look at another stall, knowing that her friend would say something when done.
While asking her question, Kristen leaned in and rested her hands on the counter’s edge while pushing her chest forward, her impressive melons pressing up against the moistened top. She was only a foot away from the unsuspecting merchant’s face. The hot vixen’s devilishly perfect ass pushed out behind her and swayed from side to side slowly, giving her an energetic and playful vibe that could also stir up sexual arousal.
The older male had been perspiring while scrolling absentmindedly on his phone. When the silky, feminine words hit the man’s ears, his eyes shot up to gaze back at his new customer. Immediately, his palms became slightly clammy, an emotion somewhere between excitement and pure arousal penetrating his very being. This harlot’s tits were barely containable beneath the sticky cotton, while those hips looked fully ready for breeding. The vendor was usually a shrewd and savvy businessman, but situations like this put his resolve to the test.
“Ah, yes, ma’am! I see you have an eye for quality! This metal is real sterling silver. The price would normally be $100, but I’m feeling generous. For seventy-five dollars, it’s yours.” The man grabbed a handkerchief and began wiping his forehead. He felt a compulsion to treat her kindly; something about being a straight man getting hypnotized by his heterosexual desires.
Kristen tilted her head to the side and gave a confused look while her lips pursed. “Seventy-five bucks?” The blond exclaimed in a meek and pathetic tone. “That’s a whole lot; I don’t know if I can afford that.”
Kristen turned her head to the side, shifting her eyes to the ground dejectedly. While doing so, she moved a finger up and twirled it weakly in her luscious hair. After a moment, the bombshell babe turned her gaze back to the older man and gave him a sad and desperate look. Her eyes gave off the air of an adorable puppy who had just gotten kicked. The cogs of this woman’s scheme were turning; there was no way she would ever take her jaws off her prey now. If anything, it was time to go for the jugular.
Damn. The clerk thought to himself. He hadn’t adequately trained himself for this kind of situation. The male wiped some more moisture from his brow and hesitated, attempting to figure out the best way to approach this situation. Saying no was usually easy, but the knockers looming in front of him fogged his brain. He was married with children; this wasn’t the type of situation he should be getting flustered over. Why was it so hard to focus?
“I’m sorry, ma’am! I wish I could offer you more of a discount, but I am already selling it cheap and have a family to feed.” The portly vendor insisted with a sympathetic tone.
Kristen felt some frustration build up inside her, but wasn’t going to give up on her underhanded goal. “O-oh, I see.” The young woman said in a soft, pathetic tone. “Isn’t there any way we could make a deal? Please, sir. The hair clip is so gorgeous; I don’t get very much money to spend on myself. Isn’t there anything you can do?”
“I- I have to….” The sweating male stammered in a flustered tone, losing his train of thought. His face turned beet red. “This is a business--”
The shop owner got cut off as the tanned goddess moved one of her supple hands up, gripping the sleeve of the merchant’s shirt She leaned in further so her breasts were inches from the man, and their faces were close; the smell of Kristen’s cherry lip gloss lingered through the heat, wafting into the man’s nostrils. Her fingers traced down the man’s arm and then pushed up slightly over the bare skin of his wrist, giving a slight squeeze.
"I could use some kindness." The female said meekly.
The salesman’s heart beat more quickly. Her touch sent a tingling shiver through his spine, causing his dick to spring to life and press uncomfortably against the khaki prison that housed it. The intoxicating scent of the woman’s lips, now combined with the smell of her lilac perfume and the slight saltiness of her sweat, drove him completely mad. Kristen’s hand was soft, small, and trembling ever so slightly.. With a sniff, the young lady teared up a little, a look of absolute devastation spreading across her face. How the hell was he supposed to say no to her? He simply didn’t have the willpower to do so.
“Y-you know, I think maybe we can work something out, okay, sweetheart?” The middle-aged man said in a flustered tone, stepping back a little as he moved a hand up to scratch the back of his head. He was visibly uncomfortable. “You have had a rough time, haven’t you? Just take it off my hands for twenty bucks; it’s my treat, no problem!”
Kristen blinked and then smiled brightly. “Thank you so much! I won’t forget how kind you were to me!” She clasped the man’s hand and hopped in happiness, giving the sales clerk a nice view of her bountiful cleavage. “I only have ten dollars on me; that’s going to be okay, right?” Came the ever so sweet voice, as if on cue.
Zoey looked up from the parasols she was eyeballing and saw her dear friend approaching with a cute new hair clip. The woman frowned, squinting her eyes as she looked at the sparkling metal. Was Kristen serious? That was actually real silver, wasn’t it? It looked like this walking pinup girl she called a friend had gotten even better at using her devious strategy.
“That’s definitely real silver. How much did you end up paying for that?” Asked Zoey in an upright tone, giving the bustier woman an unamused look.
With an upbeat giggle, Kristen wiggled her hips, and moved a hand up to touch the warm surface of the sterling butterfly. “He wanted twenty bucks for it, down from seventy-five! But, it was straightforward to get it for ten. I have gotten REALLY good at this, haven’t I?”
There was silence for a moment while Zoey processed the words of her dear, non-blood-related sister. “You have like two-hundred bucks in your wallet and over a grand in your savings. I know you have a debit card as well.” She said in an accusing tone. The two girls had been through thick and thin together, so she could understand why Kristen might deal with the stress of everyday life in a less than productive manner. But, still, it didn’t mean Zoey had to smile along with it every time.
An overly dramatic huff came from Kristen’s pouty lips as she turned her head away. “I’m just having some fun! It’s muggy as hell out here. You know I want to go home, so you’re going to have to let me enjoy myself if you want me to be out here with you.”
Zoey decided it was a good time to concede; remembering past instances of this exact situation reminded her of how meaningless it would be to debate this any further. It wasn’t like she had to watch her friend shoplift or do anything illegal. It was mostly harmless. “You know what? Okay. But, you still complain too often that the air is too moist. Like, you could spill a drop of water from your cup and claim to feel your skin absorbing the excess moisture like a sponge.” The woman shifted to a more teasing tone at the end, attempting to lighten the mood through gentle harassment.
Kristen mumbled something about the humidity being bad for her hair in retort. Her eyes then scanned over the various storefronts as they continued walking. Unfortunately, she couldn’t read any of the Asian languages being used on the signs. An audible groan of exasperation escaped her lips as she groaned in frustration. Why can’t they just use English? She lamented.
“Kristen, this way,” Zoey took her friend’s hand and pulled her towards a shaded clearing. There weren’t a ton of people over there to unceremoniously collide with as they had earlier.
The shorter woman often found herself irritated with Kristen’s antics, having grown up with her for the last fifteen years. Now that they were adults and getting ready to go to college, a more promiscuous, haughty, and arguably bitchy nature was bubbling up from the depths of Kristen’s psyche. It wasn’t even Zoey’s idea to come walk around Chinatown, but she had taken on the mission of making sure they both had fun since Kristen began complaining about wanting to go home maybe ten minutes after they showed up.
As the young women approached this shaded area, it became apparent that something was a little off. These streets had been packed, so where did this clearing come from then? Zoey held onto Kristen’s hand and slowed her pace. The determined look on her face softened as she realized that the once overpowering sounds of people bustling had quickly died down to a faint murmur in the background. How was this possible?
“The air…” Zoey’s voice trailed off as she raised hand into the air. Why did it feel thick right here? It felt as though her hand was pushing through liquid. Her body grew heavier as a chill appeared in her chest and flowed downward. At this point, the beating of her heart increased in ferocity. A visceral and primal feeling that something was unnatural formed within her, causing the young woman to turn her head back. An empty street devoid of life greeted her gaze, causing fear to well up inside of her.
Where did everyone go? Zoey thought in desperation. There had been a busy street full of people just a minute ago. Could this really be an encounter with the paranormal? Before the anxiety consumed her, she took a deep breath and thought back to earlier in her life. Zoey had been learning to conquer her fear, having let that same emotion control her in the past.. After taking the reins of her life into her own hands years ago, she decided to stop having the attitude of a loser. She would persevere through these negative emotions, refusing to let them define her.
“First time finding a backalley?” A baritone voice called out to the two women.
Now startled, both girls jumped and turned their heads toward the voice quickly. A large man with combed back hair, a handlebar mustache, and suspenders stood right outside the door of a wooden storefront. The mysterious male stared at them with a stoic, unblinking expression.
Kristen was so lost in thought about her new hair clip that she hadn’t comprehended the situation until the voice called out to them. Her eyes stared at this strange individual and hastily scanned her surroundings. Zoey’s concerns had become apparent to her in an instant; something was very wrong here.
“Who are you? What’s going on??” Kristen demanded, turning her attention back to the mustached stranger.
As this happened, Zoey’s mind scurried for answers. Was this a scenario worth repressing her fear over? Every second they spent here evoked a pang of dread.
“The name’s Reginald. Don’t be alarmed. Neither of you are in danger. Little pockets like this shaded street corner exist around the world. The vast majority of the time, people can only find a backalley if they are looking for one.” A gentle breeze wafted by as Reginald’s blank stare contorted. His lips curled up into a massive, almost unnatural grin. “Frequenters to these backalleys tend to be a little odd in the head, so it’s rare to see some more normal patrons. Why don’t you have a look at my wares? Whether or not you find anything you’re interested in purchasing, I will gladly show you how to leave the backalley whenever you want. No harm done, okay?”
Zoey took a moment to digest his words. So, this was something paranormal? She had been waiting for something fun like this to happen. Maybe she could test her resolve. Her eyes looked over Reginald’s face, noticing a relaxed brow and welcoming smile. Okay, he didn’t seem so bad. Maybe it was stupid to repress one’s natural survival instinct, but they would probably need this odd man’s help to leave regardless.
“Yeah, alright. Let’s do that.” Zoey responded after a moment of hesitation. She wanted to empower herself. She would follow the path of greatest excitement instead of withdrawing and giving up.
“W-wait, are you sure?? We should go, Zoey!” Kristen retorted, gripping Zoey’s arm as she hid behind the smaller woman and trembled.
“Come on. You were just complaining about heat and boredom. It’s cool over here, and it’s also not boring.” The shorter woman insisted. While mildly frightening, this situation also seemed like it might spice up their day a little.
Curiosity consumed Zoey. Life had been so bland and appallingly uninteresting these last few months, she would never forgive herself if she walked away from something so intriguing. She reached over to take Kristen’s hand, heading toward the building where Reginald stood. He held the door open graciously for his new customers. While still somewhat hesitant, the brown-haired girl pressed forward.
Upon stepping foot into the building and onto the creaky wooden floor, the brown-haired girl took a moment to survey the shop’s contents. It wasn’t massive, but still large enough to hold a variety of peculiar items. The floors and the walls were made of a dark, ashen gray wood. Some of the wooden support beams and planks were warped and twisted in an unnatural manner. Antiques and various artifacts were displayed around the shop. To Zoey, it gave off the impression of a location you would see in Harry Potter. That initial sense of wonder faded as she looked at everything around her more closely. These items seemed a little off, evoking a tinge of unease within her. Numerous oddities dotted the shelves and display cases, many of which seemed to give off an eerie hum. On one wall was a painting of a tree made of flesh growing on the side of a cliff beneath a purple, unearthly sky. Upon another shelf, a withered tome that was falling apart at the seams, seemingly written in a language, not of our world. What caught Zoey’s eye the most was a small onyx statue of a woman with massive breasts sitting cross-legged. Instead of a head, a withered claw twisted up from the neck and clutching a gem carved into an eye. Zoey winced and stepped back from it. What was she looking at? She had never seen anything like that before.
“Zoey, this shit is creepy! Come on, let’s go!” Kristen whined, coming to the same conclusion regarding the shop’s sinister wares.
While complaining, the blond noticed Zoey looking at something interesting. The woman walked over, staring down at the strange statue that her friend had stepped away from. That gem had such a lovely deep crimson color. The way it glimmered captivated her soul; maybe coming here wasn’t such an awful idea after all.
“Oh, you found something pretty. Maybe this isn’t so bad.” The voluptuous female said with a little more pep in her voice than a moment ago.
Zoey blinked, giving Kristen a scrupulous look. A moment ago, Kristen was freaking out, but now she was excited because the eye of this incredibly creepy little statue happened to be pretty. Zoey wasn’t shocked though. This behavior lined up with what she knew of her friend already. Despite her disgust towards that statue, she refused to let fear take over. Just because this shop was strange didn’t mean it was dangerous. Maybe they could stay just a little longer.
“It is pretty, right? There’s some other jewelry this way as well. You should look!” The smaller female smiled brightly, pushing her previous apprehension back into her subconscious.
While this happened, Reginald stood behind the counter and stared at them. His fingers moved up to touch the silver necklace around his neck. It had a pendant resembling thorny vines wrapping intricately around an octagonal gem, while the stone’s color shifted slowly between purple and pink.
“Ik'sa, what about this one? Do you like her?” The burly male thought. His eyes were paying particular attention to Kristen. What a fine specimen the girl was. She was a tall, well-formed, female with a shapely and toned ass. This woman was the living embodiment of eroticism. It was obvious she worked out, her lightly toned abs glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The tightness of her jean shorts squeezed her thighs ever so slightly, creating this lovely pinch against Kristen’s shapely legs. Her midriff was flawless and lightly tanned, while her curves and breasts would look right at home on a porn star. Reginald’s pupils dilated ever so slightly as Kristen leaned over to look at a ring. That fresh, feminine flesh on the back of her thighs strained with this motion, causing her vulva to press heavily against the dark blue fabric. The male stroked his mustache and felt his heart start to beat more quickly. What a beautiful sight; he could see the outline of her pussy crevice so clearly. This shape looked perfect, as if it were carved right into a marble statue of the goddess Aphrodite herself. Before he could dwell on what Kristen’s delectable flavor might taste like, he snapped back to reality.
I know responding is difficult, but I can feel your intent. We’re both in agreement then. The shopkeeper thought to himself once more.
Zoey tuned out Kristen’s rambling about pretty things and directed her attention toward an artifact on a low shelf. It was a small, grayish object in the shape of an egg, but wrinkled much like a human brain. Withered hands and feet protruded at random over the surface, along with mouths contorted in horror. Zoey hesitated, wincing instinctually from its grotesque appearance. With some trepidation, she decided to brush her fingers over the surface. Immediately, an icy feeling penetrated her fingertips and consumed her whole body. With a gasp, the young woman withdrew and shivered, feeling a physical sensation of dread permeate her very soul. She was about to suggest leaving when her sleazy companion made her move.
“Mister, how much for this ring?” Kristen asked Reginald with a bright smile, walking over to a display case as she pointed at a golden band with rubies in it. Just as she had done earlier, that familiar pep went back into her step.
Zoey once again realized she would need to let Kristen do her thing, even if it was pointless and silly in her eyes. “Yeah, okay.” If these men were going to let themselves get tricked by a sexy babe, then maybe they deserved it to some extent. The brown-haired woman let out a small sigh and walked off to browse for a little longer.
Reginald raised an eyebrow, noticing immediately that a plot was brewing within this lewd girl. His intuition told him this was the type of woman who would use her body to get whatever she wanted. It was evident in how she talked to him versus talking to her friend, and her mannerisms changed to be more feminine and seductive when engaging Reginald in conversation. Regardless of her intent, Reginald walked over to the display case, looking down at the gleaming gold ring.
“Oh yes, this one is plated with gold. I would be willing to put it on sale for five-hundred. You simply won’t find a better deal,” said the larger male, moving his fingers through his mustache. He doubted she would like his answer.
As if on cue, Kristen cleared her mind and entered floozy mode. She gave Reginald a dejected look, clasping her hands together. This action squeezed her lovely chest mounds between her arms, each globe bulging out from the red top. As this happened, she swayed her ass a little, giving off a kind of desperate and pleading presence.
“But, mister shopkeeper, I don’t have that much money. There’s no way I would be able to pay that much.” Kristen said sadly, pushing her lips together as she made eye contact with the man in front of her.
Reginald winced, seeing the extent to which this young lady would go through to get what she wanted. It was hard to deny this sexy bitch’s good assets; her hips and heaving bosoms would be right at home on a fertility goddess. It was impossible to resist such temptation when those skimpy clothes of hers hugged her tanned, perfect flesh so closely. The denim between her legs tapered down and gripped her dampened crotch in such a way that made it very clear she was a real woman. Every tiny movement from this succulent nymph caused her flesh to squeeze against the confines of her top and shorts; it seemed like her naked form would burst out from its fabric jail at any moment.
“Oh, but I don’t think I could go any lower, miss,” Reginald responded in a matter-of-fact tone, anticipating precisely what this woman would do next.
Kristen realized now that it was time to move to phase two of her plan. “P-please, sir! I don’t have a lot, but it’s so beautiful! Can’t you do anything for me, please?” So pleaded the shameless tramp, moving forward with that familiar sway in her hips. She went for the kill and leaned in to clasp the man’s arm with her hands. Her milkers pushed up against the shopkeeper’s arm as his appendage became comfortably wedged within the cleavage. While holding onto him, the female stared up at him with a desperate gaze.
“I would REALLY appreciate any kindness you could show me.” Kristen squeezed the man’s arm and pushed her chest in a little further.
As the sexual being approached, the sales clerk got a whiff of her sweaty, perfumey scent; there was no way any man could resist such temptation. It was impossible to denounce this hot bitch’s sex appeal. The scent of flowers and cherries mixed with the lovely fragrance of her body-fluid soaked clothing. It must have been an early birthday present for his nostrils. Those massive mammaries had a wonderful squish that sent a shiver all the way down his spine and through his gradually growing erection. Even this girl’s face was perfectly shaped, with lips made for sucking dick.
Regardless, none of this mattered; he had to stay focused. Reginald’s mind was clear now, he knew what had to be done. “Ik’sa, this is going to be easier than I thought.” The male thought to himself, a sly grin spread across his face
“W-well, young miss… You see, I don’t own this store. I just work here. I could lose my job if I gave too much of a discount,” The mustached man said, adding a twinge of unease to his voice. Before Kristen could protest further, Reginald continued. “But, I would hate for you to go empty-handed, you see! I-- uhh… Well, this necklace I am wearing is my own! The gem is an incredibly rare type of amethyst; I think it would look lovely on you.”
While the blond initially frowned after being rejected, hearing mention of the necklace he wore piqued her interest. Her eyes shot up to look over the intricate silver vines wrapping the ethereal purple-pink gem.
“Wow, it’s really beautiful! Would you REALLY give this to me? I can’t believe how sweet you are, Reggie!” Kristen purred happily, getting his name wrong.
Zoey had been turning the pages of a strange tome, looking over the foreign characters with a perplexed expression. Upon hearing some feminine sounds of giddiness, the smaller woman turned her head and saw her companion trot forward. What stood out immediately was that eerily beautiful pendant resting on Kristen’s chest. It didn’t take long to realize that this hustler had really managed to trick another man.
“It looks like you did it again.” Said Zoey with a shrug of her shoulders, simultaneously finding her friend’s behavior to be gross and kind of impressive at the same time. There was something about that gem that seemed off, though; her mind began to wander, tuning out the blond’s ranting about how much she loved her new trinket.
Zoey decided to ask the store clerk a question about his gift for Kristen and turned to meet the mysterious man’s gaze. Her breath picked up as her palms began to sweat. Reginald’s eyes were very dark. It wasn’t just a nearly black shade of brown, but rather, the same type of blackness one would see when staring into space. His eyes resembled that darkness in between the stars in the sky; a void where nothing exists. After she blinked in disbelief, the man’s eyes returned to a relatively standard variant of hazel.
Zoey had fun looking around for a little while but ultimately decided that things were just a little too creepy to stick around. She smiled faintly, and walked over to the counter. “Thank you for showing us your wares, but we think we’ll be heading out! You said you would show us the way out, right? Thanks for giving my friend here such a lovely gift!” The bright young lady kept a smile on her face and put her hands together cutely.
When in doubt due to a weird situation, stay bubbly and feminine. This was a life motto that had gotten Zoey out of many challenging scenarios. There was a fine line between not letting fear control you and not being dumb enough to say in an obviously dangerous situation. It was a distinction that Zoey was still learning to make correctly.
Reginald stayed silent for a moment before nodding his head. Once again, his mouth twisted into an uncomfortable grin. “But, of course!” The man took a slight bow. “The backalley likely isn’t a place where you will find shops that suit the needs of normal people; I will help you two find your way home.” Reginald walked out from behind the counter and led the girls outside. “It’s straightforward, just walk directly ahead, straight down this way and keep your eyes closed until you hear people around you again. You will never have to come here ever again.”
“Thanks for helping us get out of here, Regis! And for the gift!” Kristen waved, getting the man’s name wrong once more. “I’m ready to go home; I’m exhausted,” she yawned. Shiny jewels could distract her for five minutes, but the novelty faded quickly. After some time, a sense of tiredness trickled through the woman. Kristen could be easily distracted when thinking about things too deeply, so a lot of the oddness of this situation was not apparent to her.
Zoey was just thankful this was all over. She had become adept at fighting back her inner demons, but she knew logically that all of this was incredibly unnatural and creepy. It would be dumb for anyone, fearful or not, to stay here any longer. “Good luck. Thank you for showing us some super cool stuff.” The brown-haired girl said with a wave, forcing a soft smile onto her face.
Before the two friends could get too far, Reginald called out for them. “Wait!” He raised a hand up to wave at them. “Before you go.” The burly male smiled as warmly as he could.
“Please cherish this necklace and wear it close to your chest. It is a good luck charm that has been passed down in my family, you see. But, unfortunately, I don’t have any children of my own, so maybe you can keep it to hand down through your lineage in my stead. It would be a great honor if you could do this for me, young lady.” Reginald bowed his head to her.
Kristen felt mildly annoyed, wanting very much to get out of here. At the same time, the buxom female realized she had to be a little friendly. “Oh yeah, sure! I’ll give it to my kid or whatever, don’t worry.” She moved a girly hand up and tucked the necklace into her shirt. It was now against her skin for good luck or whatever.
Zoey felt that something was a little off. Reginald’s expression and voice seemed genuine, but it was impossible to shake that feeling of a dangerous presence emanating from this shopkeeper. “Thank you again, take care.” She said to the man with a forced smile.
Whether Kristen cared about Reginald’s request or not didn’t matter. More important goals existed. “My mother would have been happy for a lovely young woman like you to have it; thank you.” The sales clerk’s lips seemed to struggle for a moment as they shifted into a somewhat strange smile, as if this shopkeeper had an issue getting his facial expressions to match the emotions he attempted to convey.
“Get going now. Remember to keep your eyes closed until you hear people around. You don’t technically have to, but you’ll get very nauseous otherwise,” he said as he waved the two girls back off again.
Zoey took this piece of advice and said goodbye, walking away with Kristen. She then grabbed her friend’s hand once again for moral support, and closed her eyes tightly. As they moved, they experienced something odd; a feeling much like walking through water, but not exactly. It was as if they were wading through a substance that had a consistency somewhere between gas and liquid. As suggested by Reginald, normalcy soon returned as the usual sounds of the bustling street surrounded them. She opened her eyes, turning around toward the shaded clearing they had initially stumbled onto. Nothing. There was just more of the same busy shopping, as if that backalley had never existed.
“Let’s get to the bus stop. I think I’m ready to go home.” Zoey sighed in exasperation. She was proud of herself for repressing her fear, but this ordeal had left her feeling mentally drained.
While Kristen had initially been far more apprehensive about visiting that mysterious shop, she was now having a good day. There was no longer anything creepy around them, and she had gotten this necklace for free. The buxom woman put the chain around her neck happil, the pendant resting against her chest. “Do you think this is worth a lot? It looks expensive, I should get it appraised. It’s not really cute, but it looks like it might be worth something!” Kristen grinned as she walked. Her hips swayed a little as she moved, giving off a cheerful and carefree vibe. It was evident she was in a good mood now.
“Are you seriously going to sell it? Creepy or not, that shopkeeper gave you that necklace for free, and it was an heirloom. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t given to you so you could sell it and buy shoes.” Zoey stated dully, closing her eyes while shaking her head. It wasn’t worth it; Kristen would do whatever she wanted and fail to see where the problem was.
“Shoes, seriously?? Do you think I’m dumb?” Kristen scoffed. The two young women had finally exited Chinatown and were heading down the sidewalk towards the bus stop. The sun was beginning to hang lower in the sky as the evening hours crept forward. “When I sell this, I’m going to buy new clothes, not shoes. I finished buying my new shoes for the season three days ago, but I severely lack in the new cute clothes department.” The words from Kristen’s mouth were said with sincerity. This was her genuine train of thought, the female found nothing wrong with that way of thinking.
The young ladies walked silently, Zoey not finding any value in arguing ethics with her friend. The temperature had dropped a little while a cool breeze wafted by and caressed the girls gently. Zoey was grateful for this reprieve from the heat and was ready to get home to take a bath. While getting lost in her thoughts, she heard a sudden yelp from her friend and turned her head. “Hey, what’s wrong??” The shorter girl moved over and put a hand on her companion’s shoulder, seeing that she was shaking with her arms crossed over her chest.
Kristen shook her head for a moment before regaining her composure. “The necklace--” she cut herself off and reached down to pull the pendant into her hand. The gemstone appeared duller than it had been previously, having lost much of its luster. “It got super cold for a second! It felt like something icy came out from the metal and spread out into my chest. “It-- It did something to me!” Kristen pulled the necklace off from her neck, a sense of confusion and mild fear building. Her intuition initially said to get rid of it, but it was too late for that regardless. Besides, whether or not something weird happened, she could still get some cash for selling it, right? Keeping her mind on the money helped calm her nerves and made her realize it was dumb to think a piece of metal could do anything weird.
Zoey stared at the pendant with a look of concern; it definitely looked different. Emptier, maybe? She knew it would be pointless to ask Kristen to throw it away. “Look, we had a long day. You’re probably overthinking things, and the necklace was just cold and brushed you or something. Don’t worry yourself over this.” The soft one said in a gentle and reassuring tone, giving her large-breasted friend a warm smile.
These words comforted Kristen further, the beating in her chest beginning to fade. “Thanks, Zoey. Yeah, it’s probably nothing, so let’s keep moving.” The tanned goddess had been hesitant for a moment, but as her heart rate died back down, feelings of greed crept back in to cloud her judgment. She placed the necklace in her purse as they continued on their way, both of them mutually deciding that it was best to stop dwelling on the strangeness of the day. It had been a mentally draining trial as it was. Both girls very much wanted to eat some junk food and watch some Netflix.
They continued down the sidewalk, passing some businesses as cars drove past on the adjacent road. Zoey had decided to pop in her earbuds to decompress.
Kristen started to feel a little strange. It had cooled off significantly, but beads of sweat kept forming on her back and forehead. She moved a hand up and wiped her brow before taking a deep breath. A slick and wet sensation began to spread through her clothing. What is this? Kristen wondered with mild concern. As they walked, Kristen’s shorts dampened, gradually sticking to her legs. Her red halter top gradually soaked through with liquid and contorted the shape of her large, shapely breasts. The well-endowed woman wore a bra designed for seduction, the shape of the lace outlining against the skin tight cloth. Her cheeks turned a shade of red upon looking down and noticing that each tit was well defined and moistened with sticky fluid. Kristen’s perky nipples could be identified through all layers of fabric as they stood erect and hard as diamonds. Something else stuck out to her; was her bra beginning to strain? Beyond the humidity issue, it felt like she needed a bigger cup size.
It’s not that hot anymore. Why am I sweating so bad, Kristen thought to herself. She very much enjoyed flaunting her body on her own terms, but she was not as much a fan of being put in a compromising situation that she wasn’t in control of herself.
“Yeah, dude, I lost three grand on memecoin, but I’m gonna hold on and hope it goes up again.” A couple of mid-twenties men chatted, walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction of the girls.
One of them heard the sound of labored breaths and looked up towards the well-endowed blonde. Immediately, his eyes widened, and his heart rate picked up. “Damn, check it out.” The male murmured quietly as he elbowed his companion.
This strange woman’s clothes were now pasted to her body, giving away the curves of her perfect hourglass body. It would have taken a lot of hard work to maintain an ideal female shape like that; it was rare to see a bubble butt so thick and perky. The two males didn’t really attempt to hide the fact that their eyes were scanning this hussy’s fine, succulent attributes. Every step she took sent a perfect little jiggle through her tits and ass. It was a sight too juicy for words. The men grew flustered, noticing the two hardened points attempting desperately to escape the confines of the sticky halter top. She had to be wearing a bra that small on purpose. “Hot damn,” both men thought simultaneously while continuing past the scene.
Kristen’s heart rate picked up as that tingly, nagging sensation of embarrassment began to stir. She felt so much wetter now. Her feminine shape had become exposed to the world for all to see. The tramp noticed there were now eyes burning holes through her. She crossed her arms over her chest, hoping to maintain some semblance of modesty despite her predicament. Please don’t look at me… The wet babe pleaded internally. While doing this, her arm brushed over her hardened nipple.
“A-ahh…” Kristen yelped slightly. biting her lip to stop herself before she caused more of a scene. Sparks immediately set off from the stimulation, a strange tingling ripping through the entirety of her breast. Beyond that, a sudden throbbing sensation of pleasure had appeared deep within her tit and pulsed slowly for a few seconds before starting to slow. It left a warm and buttery feeling in its wake, her nipple twitching slightly in response to these last moments. After this happened, Kristen stopped for a moment and began to pant, her body trembling and glistening with viscous perspiration. The men paused, turning to gazes towards the slut. Horniness levels this extreme could not be contained even a little. N-no, just leave! Kristen pleaded, wanting to regain control. What the hell kind of experience was that? It was like someone was trying to get her off, but stopping before the climax. Breast stimulation was lovely, but it sure as fuck didn’t feel like that.
Hidden within the anxiety and fear, a thought lingered deep within her mind. “That felt fucking good.” Unfortunately, it was the type of musing that was too humiliating to ruminate on for long.
Zoey had been lost in thought, having slipped her earbuds in to try to relax. A little bit of Kristen went a long way; she loved that girl, but breaks were needed. She had learned to tune out her taller friend’s unhappy noises after a while since she was pretty good at groaning, whining, and complaining. But, after a few songs, something seemed a little off; Zoey paused her playlist after some peculiar noises that didn’t seem quite normal. The brown-haired girl turned to look back at her friend and felt a small spike of adrenaline hit her as her eyes widened. What the hell was going on? Kristen was absolutely drenched in sweat; her body was trembling as she walked with an uneasy gait toward the bus stop.
“Hey… Are you okay?” Zoey asked in a soft voice. Saying she was concerned would be an understatement.
"Everything is perfect," Kristen muttered in a tone that suggested she wanted to be left alone. Despite this, the taller woman didn't look particularly okay right now.
A mother walking with her small son as the boy blinked and looked up at the scared and sticky blond. “Mama! I can see this lady’s nipples! Mama!” He tugged on the older woman’s sleeve, pointing over at the soaking wet slut.
First, the two men were still glaring, and now she was drawing even more attention. Kristen felt her face flush and turn red in sheer embarrassment; the woman turned her body and tried to wrap her arms over her chest to hide again. While doing so, she bit her lip and tried to keep her mouth closed as muffled little moaning sounds permeated the warm summer air. Those same little jolts of painful pleasure tormented her after brushing against the tender flesh once more. Even worse, the denim hugging her ass and thighs began to creak and strain. Her butt’s jiggling intensified. With every step, her panties sunk into her crack, gripping the poor woman in increasingly uncomfortable ways. These changes caused a noticeable difference in her gait, the poor creature’s movement becoming more labored.
The concerned mother scowled as she looked over at this dirty whore; how dare she corrupt her poor son with such a lewd display? “You should be ashamed of yourself! Robert, don’t look at her. Come on now,” said the mother in a low and angry tone, grabbing her son’s hand as she pulled him off again. The entire time, the child kept asking his mother why this girl was making such funny noises.
Zoey thought about tearing this random woman a new asshole but made the executive decision that it wasn’t worth it. She looked back over at her dear friend with a visage of concern. After walking forward, Zoey placed a hand on the taller girl’s shoulder. “Hey, what’s going on--”
Before she could finish her sentence, the young woman recoiled with an audible gasp, her breath catching in her throat. Something was very wrong here; Zoey lifted her hand to look at, using the light from the evening sun to get a better view. Instead of normal sweat, the liquid had a viscous quality, similar to lubricant. There was a faint purplish pink color as well. Zoey rubbed her finger and thumb together and then separated them slightly, seeing a sticky strand stretch between her two digits. Okay, this was not normal. There was no way that normal everyday sweat would have such a strange consistency, right?
What the hell is going on here?
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