DeaDia 17 - Daytrip

“Don’t you think your followers should be able to get to know you better? I have just posted a message to your profile, telling all your old and new followers that you will be live streaming and answering their questions in fifteen minutes. You best find a secluded spot and start answering questions. Or maybe a not so secluded spot, I know how much you like attention.”

Fifteen minutes was not enough to go back home. Synth would have probably anticipated that and planned accordingly. Ember would have to find a spot with a little privacy. She was sure the questions her buddies came up with would be embarrassing to answer in public. For ten minutes she walked, almost ran, around town. She felt the swish of her black skirt in the wind, very much aware that one wrong move would expose her naked pussy underneath. It was nerve-wracking. It was exciting. She couldn’t go into a café or an other public space. People would be able to overhear her. Hiding in a clothes stall was not an option either, she would be kicked out pretty quickly. Finally she gave up. A toilet would have to do. The post mentioned a thirty minute live stream, hopefully nobody would mind her locking herself in a toilet for half an hour. She looked around for a suitable shop or café to hide, when her eyes fell on the library. That would actually be better. When she still was a student, the library used to have small study nooks. Small stalls that had their own door to allow students to read and do their assignments in peace. She almost ran into the library, there wasn’t much time left until her interview would start. The study nooks were on the second floor. She would have to climb the stairs in her short skirt. She didn’t have any other options. Anyone walking behind her would be able to look up her skirt and see her naked bum. Quickly she climbed the wooden stairs. Nobody behind her, but she did pass a boy and a girl coming down the stairs, just a little too into each other. The study nooks had always been known as good hookup spots. She quickly wondered if the nook she was entering was the one that the smiling couple had just left. Would they have kissed? Fingered? Fucked? If they had, any residual traces had already evaporated.

She had placed her phone on the table, aimed the camera at her upper body and skirt. Far enough away that her body was in view, close enough that she could still read the screen. She started streaming. For a few seconds, she entertained the silent hope that nobody would enter her stream, the viewer count was still zero. Then, people started entering, and with them questions started getting asked. The questions started quite innocent:

- How old are you?

“Between twenty and thirty,” Ember tried staying vague enough so people wouldn’t be able to easily find her.

- What’s your favourite colour?

“Yellow”

- Do you have any pets?

“No, but I would like a cat.”

- What’s your favourite song?

“I don’t know if I have a favourite song. I have been listening to Arabella by the Arctic Monkeys a lot lately. So let’s say that one.”

- What is your favourite food?

“I know it’s not very healthy, but I really like pizza.”

Ember was actually enjoying this more than she expected. She had expected it to be weird to talk to these people, but they actually seemed interested. She could see herself on the screen, could see how animated she was while she was answering the questions. This was actually good practice for her real interview next Friday. She started to relax, maybe there wasn’t that much to be afraid of.

- What’s the last book you read?

“I don’t know, I think the last book I finished was Babel”

- What size are your boobs?

She had been answering honestly for all the previous questions, almost automatically she answered this one too: “I have cup size A”

- Did you ever wish they were bigger?

“I don’t know, I’m pretty happy with their size. It’s what I was born with. Maybe when going to the beach, they could be a little bigger.”

- Pinch both of your nipples, which one is more sensitive?

Ember could almost feel the mood change. What started with innocent questions, already became much more suggestive. She should have known. This was DeaDia after all. The question actually intrigued her. Did she have a nipple that was more sensitive than the other? She could see on the screen how her hand went to her breast. Felt around over the fabric until she found her left nipple. She pinched. While her hand went to her right nipple, she could see on the small smartphone screen how her left nipple pointed through the thin yellow fabric of her shirt. She pinched her right nipple. It, too, got hard. “I think the left one is a little more sensitive than the right one.”

- You’re not supposed to be wearing panties, can you stand up and show us proof?

Ember stayed seated and answered, “I can.” She had to suppress a giggle. During her studies, she had been drilled on closed questions like this. A good interviewer asked open questions to allow her interviewee to expand on their answer. For a closed question, a simple yes or no would be enough.

Immediately a new message from Synth appeared on her screen. That’s not what they meant, and you know it. Follow their instructions. If it helps, think of it like their instructions are coming directly from me. You won’t like it if I have to warn you again.

“Okay, sorry, that’s not what you meant.” Ember stood up. The view was now filled with her black pleated shirt. Her white legs underneath them, a small sliver of her yellow shirt above. Her hand lifted the hem of her skirt up until she showed her naked pussy to the camera.

Spin around, show them everything. Quickly she spun around, the gyroscopic force lifted her skirt up and showed her naked ass to her viewers.

A new message appeared at the top of her chat: “From now on I will also follow simple commands.”

I added a small clarification for your viewers. You don’t mind, do you? It was a good thing that the message was pinned to the top of her chat, because she saw a stream of appreciation for her naked pussy enter the chat. She felt herself blush. So much enthusiasm for such a simple move.

- Slide your hand under your skirt. Are you wet?

Even though the chat got her a little excited, she didn’t expect to be very wet yet. The stress of not wearing panties, together with quickly trying to find this room and the mortification that a guy had seen her whole upskirt show at the café had dampened her arousal. She dipped a finger under her skirt, the outside of her lips was dry, but as she poked between them she could feel some wetness starting. “I’m not very wet,” she answered the question.

- Press your palm against your mound over your skirt. Rub in fifteen slow circles.

No question this time, just a command. She pressed her hand to her pussy over her skirt. The fabric dampened the sensation, but as she started circling her palm she started feeling more and more of her hand on top of her mound. It was so close, but also so far away. No individual sensations, but just an overall pressure on her crotch. The last few circles she couldn’t help herself but to ride her pussy against her palm. “That’s fifteen,” she said a little more out of breath than she anticipated.

- Press your thighs together tightly, then spread them an inch. Do this ten times. How does that feel?

Now this was something she knew. She had been doing it subconsciously before when she was horny but she had no opportunity to touch herself. Pressing her thighs together and then releasing again felt like a frustratingly vague stimulation of her pussy. It was a little more direct than caressing herself over her skirt, but it still was too vague to give any real pleasure. She didn’t want to admit, but she was actually hoping for someone to tell her to touch herself. With ten repetitions done, she answered: “It feels nice, a little frustrating though.”

- You must be wetter now, touch yourself again and report.

Again she put her finger under her skirt. Immediately, she felt that the frustration had built up her wetness. Her pussy lips parted easily for her finger. She slid the wet finger out and held it up for the camera. “I don’t know if you can see, but I’m a lot wetter now.” She didn’t know why she had shown her finger. Or, actually she did, but she didn’t want to confess it to herself. This attention actually got her excited. Talking to these faceless names who hung on her every word.

- I can see you’re blushing. Is that from embarrassment, or because you’re getting excited?

“It’s a little bit of both. I am embarrassed to be talking to you like this. Pinching my nipples and playing with my pussy. What if someone overheard me or walked in? There’s no lock on this door. On the other hand, I can’t deny that it is a little exciting to have all of you react to me and ask me these kinds of questions.”

- You said your left nipple was most sensitive. Prove it by flicking it hard.

She moved her hand to her shirt. First she pinched the nipple a little. It would be easier to flick if it pointed through her shirt, and her viewers would be better able to see it. She took her pointer and thumb, aimed it at the little hill. Her nail struck her sensitive nipple. Surprised by the intensity, she let out a moan. “Fuck that’s sensitive.”

- Does it excite you that so many of us are watching you?

“It does,” she answered without thinking. Then the realisation hit her, it really excited her to have these people be so into her. “I like reading your comments.” Even though they would never be able to touch her, she liked reading all their fantasies and what they would do to her. She liked feeling desired.

- Give us a close-up of your pussy.

Ember took her phone, careful to angle the camera away from her face. She lowered it under the table. Would it be too dark under her desk to see anything? She pushed her chair back a little to allow a little more of the light to reach between her legs. She aimed the camera at her wet pussy, and then, before she could hesitate, she took her other finger and pushed it between her lips. Drawing a little wetness out before she put the camera back on the table. “Did you guys like that?” The chat immediately reacted. Messages came so fast, she couldn’t read them all. Between the emoji’s and the short one-word reactions, there were longer answers. “What I wouldn’t do to fuck that beautiful pussy.” “Play with yourself girl, make yourself even wetter.” “I wonder how you taste, I want to lick you until you can’t take it anymore.” Ember felt herself get more excited from all the attention. What more would they ask of her? There were only ten minutes left in the stream. Would they make her play with herself? Would they make her cum? As if they could read her thoughts, a new question appeared.

- Only one finger? How many more can you fit? Show us.

This was more like it. Ember hiked up her skirt until she could see her naked pussy on the screen of her phone. She pressed one finger into her waiting pussy. Moved it in and out a few times to get it nice and lubed up. “One,” she half said, half moaned. Her middle finger joined her index finger this time. Once again the wet walls of her pussy squeezed against her fingers as she fucked herself a few times. “Two.” Almost more moan than word. Her ring finger joined the other two. She felt her pussy clamp onto the three slender fingers. This was getting harder. “Three,” she moaned. Her little finger was the last one left. She squeezed the four fingers together at the opening of her pussy. One knuckle. She pressed on, felt her pussy stretch around her digits. She was wet enough, but could her pussy take this much? Another knuckle. She pressed on. Almost there. Part of it was stubbornness, she was convinced she could take four fingers. The other part was horniness. It felt great to be so filled up. To feel her pussy stretch and grip. One more push. Not enough. Two knuckles deep was all her pussy allowed. She pulled her hand out. Then pushed back in with three fingers. It felt good to be so full. And if fingers felt this good, how about a dildo? “Three fin…”

The door whooshed open. Ember ripped her fingers from her pussy, quickly pushed her skirt back down. She felt her head blush red. Almost as red as the guy who just entered. Long, spindly legs, curly hair, a book under one arm, a laptop under the other, and a face that was burning red. “Sorry, I didn’t know this one was occupied.” He turned around quickly. “Sorry!” The door slammed behind him. How much had he seen? Was she quick enough? Or had he seen her three fingers deep inside her pussy? These stupid stalls. No way to lock the door. It seemed like the chat had seen the intrusion.

- Who was that? What did you think he noticed first? Your hard nipples or how bad you want to get off?

“Just a random dude, I can’t lock these doors,” Ember explained. “I don’t know what he saw. I hope he didn’t see anything.”

- Will you invite him to watch?

“No!” Too quick. She would be mortified if someone was watching her. Stripping and pleasuring herself on the internet was bad enough, no matter how exciting it was. She couldn’t imagine having someone there, watching her.

Actually, inviting him might be a good idea. After the stream is finished, write your DeaDia profile link down and give it to him.

She didn’t want to. Synth would never know if she didn’t do it. Or would they? They had all kinds of ways to monitor her DeaDia, it wouldn’t surprise her that they could also check if someone visited her profile. Lost in thought, she almost missed the next question.

- Enough about that guy. I’ve been obsessed with your tits and your hard nipples, so let’s play a little game. Get two coins. Balance one on each nipple. For each coin that falls, you owe us an edge.

Ember rummaged in her bag, she should have some coins. Part of her found it strange how she immediately obeyed yet another crazy command. Another part was happy that the attention was shifting away from her intruder back to her. She found two coins. She pinched her nipples to make them extra hard, easier to balance the coins on them that way. It wasn’t because it felt good to caress her nipples, it was only to win this crazy game. Or she could lose it, and she would be allowed to edge. She was getting so worked up, she wanted to touch herself, wanted to feel pleasure even if it didn’t end in an orgasm. Carefully she placed a coin on top of her left nipple. She felt the cold metal through the thin fabric of her shirt. Doing her best to sit very still, she moved her hands to the other side and balanced another coin on top of her right nipple. She was afraid to move. Any small movement might drop the coins.

- How many people do you think are playing with themselves while watching you? Does the thought make you wetter?

Keeping her upper body still was harder than it seemed. Every breath she was noticing her nipples and their little ornaments. What would happen if she started talking? “I don’t know how many of you are playing with yourselves.” The coins moved a little, but stayed in place. “But I hope it’s more than half of the people here.” The thought excited her, all these people playing with their dicks and pussies because of her. How many had she already made cum? How many would before the end of the stream? “It does get me wet, imagining all of you playing with yourselves.” A small wonder, the coins still were there.

- If we told you to cum right now, how long would it take you to get there?

Could they? Could they ask her to cum? Or would Synth interfere? So far, Synth was fine with letting the interview take its course, intervening only when Ember wouldn’t take part. “How long would it take me? Well, I’m pretty worked up already, but I am nowhere close to the edge, so let’s say two minutes?” She leaned back a little. A little too far. She felt the coin on her right nipple move and fall. In her move to prevent it, she moved her upper body too swiftly. Instead of just one coin falling, she had made both of them fall. As if an alarm went off, the chat filled with “Edge!”

You see what they’re saying. Get to the edge. Twice.

It had been a vain hope, hoping that she could keep both coins balanced on her nipples until the end of the show. She had been set up. Luckily, the punishment was something she had been looking forward to. She moved the hem of her skirt back up. Her viewers had seen everything already anyway and this gave her easier access. The index finger and middle finger of her left hand entered her pussy. With her right hand she moved towards her clit. She knew this was the fastest way for her to cum. In her mind she imagined the viewers of her stream. A faceless horde of cocks and cunts, pleasuring themselves while they were watching her. Were they imagining fucking her? Being her? Maybe they were imagining her sucking them off, licking their pussies. “Jerk yourself off for me,” she moaned. Her hands more frantic as she got closer to the edge. “Cum for me.” She imagined the cocks spurting their loads all over her. Covering her in their pleasure. She imagined the girls licking her clean. She was so close. So fucking close. One more move and she... Would... She took her hands from her pussy with a frustrated sigh. “One.” In her pleasure, she had overlooked a new question.

- Have you ever been this wet for a guy before? Or is it the thought of us watching you that does it for you?

Her hands went back to their positions on her crotch. A third finger inside her pussy, filling her up. “I’ve never been this wet for a guy.” She felt the inevitable buildup of pleasure. This was wrong. Hot, but wrong. A good girl like her shouldn’t derive this much pleasure from strangers on the internet. “I like your compliments.” She saw how her chest heaved on screen. “I like your enthusiasm.” She looked fucking erotic, deep in her haze of pleasure. “I like the idea of exciting you. Of arousing you.” Pleasure coursed through her body. She was fingering herself in a public library, in a stall where anyone could just enter. She didn’t care. They could watch as she approached the edge. “I like you cumming for me.” So super close. She was so ready to cum. But she couldn’t. A deep moan that was almost a sob. She closed her eyes. Calmed down. As she opened them again, her video screen was black except for a yellow text: “Stream ended. See you next time.”

Next time? Would she do this again? She probably would. It had been exciting, seeing all these reactions to her body. And it had at least been a little fun, chatting about random interests. She could see why streamers would do this for money.

…

“Hi, can I borrow your pen for a moment?” Ember felt her face go red.

After she had cooled down a little, she stepped out of the study nook. As good and as bad as it went, she had put her brown hair back into a little resemblance of tidy. Getting to the edge had loosened some hairs and it had made her sweat. She saw some residue of her wet pussy on her skirt. Luckily on the inside, so nobody should see how stupidly wet she had got from these random people judging her and riling her up. She had rummaged in her bag for a scrap of paper and a pen. One more assignment by Synth. Which brought her here. Next to a desk in the library. The guy with his curly hair looked a little younger than she was, she guessed twenty or twenty-one. He wasn’t bad looking. She could have had a lot worse luck in inadvertent audience. And he had left immediately after he saw the room was occupied. Maybe this wasn’t as bad as she thought. Maybe next time she could let him watch a little longer, put on a little show just for him. What was she thinking? Of course not! She was a good and proper girl. This was just her horniness talking. What if he propositioned her? Would she let him take her into one of the nooks? Bend her over the table and… No! This wasn’t her. This was just the frustration.

“Sure.” Curly guy handed her his pen without looking up. Part of Ember was disappointed. He hadn’t even recognised her. Quickly she scribbled her profile link on a scrap of paper. She was leaning over the desk next to him.

She handed the pen back. “Thanks.” Should she say more? Without saying anything she placed the paper with her link in front of him and turned around to walk away.

“No problem.” she heard him say, he still hadn’t looked up. “Hey. You’re, ehm…” His voiced trailed away. “I didn’t see anything, if you’re wondering.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. “Would you have liked to?” Her eyes locked on the scrap of paper in his hands. Then she smiled, gave him a wink and walked away.

Why did she do that? She should have been mortified. But the idea of the guy looking up her profile on DeaDia excited her. Would he jerk himself off to her? Maybe he would send her a challenge. She felt her pussy tingle in anticipation. Fuck, she was horny. She had tried denying it, but there was no use.

…

“So, ready for your final task before you can go home again? So far, you’ve been relatively good at following my orders. And watching your stream, I’m sure you have been enjoying yourself too. So, one more outdoors task, and then we have the whole evening for each other back home. Isn’t that a nice idea?”

Ember knew, whatever Synth had in store for her, nice wasn’t the way she would qualify it. Still, the idea of going home and no more running the risk of accidentally flashing passers-by sounded like an improvement over her current situation.

“And since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ve decided to treat you. Find a sex shop and wait for my instructions.”

Ember felt a cold shiver, it seemed like Synth had plans. What would they have her buy? Or even worse, maybe they would have her do something inside the shop. She could answer Synth that there was no sex shop nearby, that she would need to travel to go to one. But would Synth believe her? Vermillion had been eagle-eyed, last time she took a selfie in the Private Collection. Had Synth seen that selfie too? Did Ember want to risk it? So far, lying to Synth had always ended up making things worse for her. Maybe just following directions would make life easier.

As soon as she was outside The Private Collection, she sent Synth a message. “I’m outside the sex shop.” The shop really didn’t look like what she would expect from a sex shop. The facade was clean and white, no toys, dresses or signs in the shop window hinting to the real purpose of the shop. On the massive wooden door, the name was hung up in copper plated lettering. The only thing hinting at the reality behind the door were small black letters underneath the large copper letters. Only people aged eighteen and up were allowed to enter. Her phone chimed.

“Go on in. Now, you said you don’t have any sex toys at home except for the Niobe. So, you are going to need help. Find an employee and ask them to help you find some toys. You are going to buy two toys today. First off, you will need a dildo. Secondly, you will need a toy that can be remote connected. Before you buy anything, you will need to show it to me. And if you’re worried about money, just tap your phone, DeaDia will pay for you.”

Ember crossed the threshold. It had been just a few days ago that Linda had pulled her into this shop, but it felt like ages. Nothing had changed. Ember felt it should have changed together with her new predicament. The shop didn’t care. It still looked like the naughty version of an Apple Store. Plinths with tastefully illuminated toys, clean white spaces, tastefully obscured fitting rooms. As she entered, a girl approached her. Clothed in a tasteful white dress shirt and a long black skirt, she could just as well be selling office equipment three stores over.

“Hi there, can I help you or are you just browsing?”

“No, I’m…” Ember felt her head get red. She really needed to get this blushing thing under control. A little more than an hour ago, she had exposed herself to whoever wanted to see her on the internet, and now she couldn’t talk to this person about sex toys. “I’m looking for some toys. Because my boyfriend moved away and now we’re in a long distance relationship you see. And we decided to spice things up a bit. But I have no experience with this stuff. So if you could please help me?” She heard herself rambling. She couldn’t stop it. It was rambling or embarrassed pauses, nothing in between.

It seemed like the sales assistant was used to people behaving like this, because unfazed she said: “So, do you have anything in mind? Or shall I give you a tour of my favourites?”

“A dildo,” Ember squealed, “and a remote connected toy.”

“You’ve already thought it all out. Smart idea. Shall we start with the dildos?”

Ember nodded and followed the sales woman. She was very professional. No judgement, just good advice. The woman led Ember to a shelf showing over twenty fake dicks. “Now, all these dildos are made out of body-safe materials. But what material you should buy is up to your own preference. Silicone feels more lifelike, but glass and metal are heavier and slide easier, even without lube. Now, have you used a dildo before, or is this your first time?”

Technically, she had used the Niobe before, but in her mind, that was different from a dildo. “First time.”

“So, for the first time I always recommend starting with something you’re used to with respect to length and girth. You can always come back and buy a bigger one next time you’re here.” The sales woman winked as she said that last part, as if they were sharing a joke. “Now, if you don’t mind me asking, which of these sizes look mostly like your boyfriend?”

Finally, Ember was forced to look at the dildos individually. Until now, she could just think of them as toys, paying more attention to the saleswoman than to the shelf of cylindrical sex toys. Which one of these was most like the dick of the boyfriend she didn’t have? The dildos on the shelf ranged from about as big as her little finger to larger than her underarm. Finally she pointed at one that was a little longer than her middle finger and about two fingers wide. It was comparable to the vibrator attachment of the Niobe. “This one, I think.”

“I’ve got a few options around that size.” The saleswoman grabbed three boxes from underneath the shelf. The first one held a quite accurate fake dick, it was a little smoother than the real deal, but it had an attached ball sack. The second one was a metal cylinder, looking quite cold and clinical, and the third one was a glass dick. “The metal one also vibrates, the other two don’t. But to be honest, I was not very impressed by the vibration of this model. Just three settings and no patterns.”

Ember tried to look interested, but in her mind she was already fucking herself with the dildos. Which one would feel best? One of the silicone ones? Or would the metal rocket vibrate in and out of herself? She already felt herself get excited, if Synth had sent her here to buy toys, what would they have in store for her this evening? They had her fucking herself with her fingers or with household stuff before. What would the dildo be for? If she would be fucking herself, would a girth of two fingers be wide enough?

“Can we maybe go up a size?” The words left her mouth without intervention of her brain. Just her mouth answering to her horniness.

“Of course, here you go.” The sales assistant replaced the three dildos by a new selection. Another lifelike dick, this one even more detailed than the previous one, she could see veins twist around the cock up to the flared head, no balls on this one though. The second one was a purple cylinder without any real features. “That one is a little more stealthy, for when you’re worried someone might look in your toy drawer,” the sales woman added. The third one was a glass dildo, shaped like a cock, with intriguing blue ridges all over the shaft. “Now this one might be a little outside your comfort zone, but don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” She produced a green silicone tentacle with a suction cup on the base. The base was a lot wider than the rest, while the top was very pointed. “Especially these suction cup-like thingies all over the backside give a real nice sensation.” Ember tried imagining fucking herself with this tentacle, but she couldn’t see herself pleasuring her pussy with this dildo. The glass one on the other hand looked interesting, a little bigger than her fingers, but not too big, and the ridges might give some extra sensations too.

“The glass one, please”.

“Great! Now you were looking for a remote controlled toy too, right? Follow me!”

As the sales woman walked away, Ember surreptitiously sent Synth a picture.

“Glass? I didn’t expect that, but that gives us all kinds of new opportunities. I am a little disappointed in the size though. Depending on the other toy you choose, you might need to grab one a size bigger.”

“Even bigger? What if it doesn’t fit?”

“It will, I trust you. You know what, grab the bigger one right now.”

Fuck. Why did she need to talk back? She looked around, the sales woman was waiting for her on the other side of the store. Quickly she swapped the glass dildo out for an even bigger one. “Is this better?”

“Yes, well done.”

“Sorry, I was keeping my boyfriend up to date. He was very excited.” Why did she feel like she had to come up with an excuse? It’s not like Ember had to answer to the sales woman, the woman probably didn’t even care.

“I’m sure he is.” Her eyes passed over the box containing the dildo. If she had seen that Ember had got a bigger size, she didn’t mention it. “This is our section of long distance play toys. Seeing that you’ve already got a dildo, I guess that you want something that can work in conjunction with it. Something to stimulate your clit or ass while your pussy is filled. Which one are you looking for?”

“Clit.” Ember immediately answered. Even though in porn she saw girls really liking getting fucked in the ass, she wasn’t sure it was for her. And it was not something she wanted to try right now.

“Well, there is always the satisfyer. This one is app connected, so your boyfriend can control it if you want. It gives great orgasms, the only downside is that it is quite big in combination with a dildo and it can be quite loud.” She handed Ember a red silicone rod with a suction cup on one end.

“Or we’ve got my new favourite.” Ember saw the face of the woman light up as she grabbed a device almost double the size of an egg. On one side it had a suction cup, and within the suction cup a protrusion that made Ember think of a tongue. “This one creates a vacuum around your clit, making it swollen and a lot more sensitive. The tongue vibrates and licks your clit. Orgasm guaranteed.” So far, the sales woman’s face had been professional and detached, but while she was showing Ember this clit sucker, it became more animated, as if she was reliving the orgasm again. It sounded very nice, like nothing she had ever experienced before.

“Here, feel.” The woman pressed the device to her underarm. Immediately the vacuum sealed, and Ember felt how her skin got sucked into the device. A vibrating tongue started licking her arm. After a few seconds, the saleswoman removed the device from her arm. “Now imagine that instead of your arm, that was your vulva.”

Ember didn’t need that much imagination, she was acutely aware of her wet naked pussy under her skirt. Maybe she could ask the woman if she could try the toy out? Just jump into one of the fitting rooms and put it under her skirt until she came. The thought made her squirm. She felt her nipples betray her through the fabric. Fuck all these edges, fuck all this erotically charged talk, she wanted to cum.

“I’ll take it.”

“Great, anything else? We’ve got vibrators, eggs, costumes, handcuffs, whatever you want to spice up your sex life.”

“No, this is enough for now.” Ember wanted to get out of here. And then. She didn’t know what she wanted. Fuck herself with the dildo? Get her clit sucked?

“Alright, let me ring you up.”

As the woman walked towards the register, Ember sent Synth a picture of the clit sucker.

“Interesting. Go pay and wait for your next assignment.”

“Do you want to become a member of the Private Collection? For every twenty dollars you spend, you get a stamp. If you have enough stamps, you will get a discount.”

Ember wasn’t planning on coming back. But then again, she hadn’t planned on going here anyway. Who knew what DeaDia would throw her way. “Sure.”

“Alright. I have also added some lube. On the house. Because this is your first time here, and because you bought my favourite toy. Enjoy!”

Ember stepped outside with a nondescript white bag holding the two sex toys.