Chapter 22: Back to the Store

Talia could feel the nervous excitement running through her like a river, her nerves on edge as they drove across town to the adult store that had marked her first foray into letting her inner Niki out. Comparing her work week to their previous trip to the store and the foray into the woods the following Saturday, a certain rhythm was developing in their lives. The weekdays were almost tame in comparison to the wild weekend jaunts, though tame could only be applied to her behavior during the week by comparing it to what she had gotten into the last few weekends.

Peter had a secret looking smile on his face when he told her to get dressed just after lunch. Get dressed as if she were going to work. She’d done so, a bit confused as to what he had planned, but when he handed her the silver collar she had removed in order to dress for work, she figured he had something in mind. Something that combined her private desires with an otherwise normal-looking appearance.

“Are you going to be a good slut today? Even though we are not warming up? You know what’s going to happen, right? They are going to look at you. All of you. And you will be back in that booth. On your knees. Like Niki. You want to be Niki, right?”

“Yes...” Talia said softly, her mind already imagining what was going to happen, and even though she was not ‘warmed up with a vibrator like the previous trip, she could feel her excitement building as they parked the car in the small lot next to the adult store. She got out of the car and straightened her rather demure, appropriate-for-work skirt and paused when Peter approached her side of the car. Holding up a narrow leash, he hooked the end to the small ring attached to her collar and smiled. “This way, everyone is going to know, as soon as we walk in, just what kind of girl you are, no matter how normally you are dressed.”

Talia flushed, feeling the shame of the leash attached to her collar, and as they walked to the shop’s door, she glanced nervously around, sure everyone within a 5-block radius was watching her walk at the end of a leash. Entering the store, Talia relaxed, feeling safe from strangers’ eyes. Even though there were more than a couple of people in the store, she felt immediately as if her behavior was accepted - if not outright encouraged. She glanced around the store, not noticing anyone familiar, other than the older woman behind the counter. She darted a quick look at Peter, feeling herself flush a little with excitement, and followed along as he led them over to the counter.

“Ah, you came back. That’s always a good sign!” The clerk, Joanne, seemed pleased to see them again, and Talia was sure she had not missed that Talia was wearing her silver collar again.

“Yes, yes, of course. Niki had such a good time when we were here last time. In fact, I’m thinking about making it a regular thing, every couple of weeks.”

“Oh, I’m sure our regulars would like that. In fact, one of them was in the other day and asked about her, you know, like if I knew if she’d be coming back anytime soon.”

“Hmm, I see. You are popular already, N-Niki, how about that? You have your own fan club.”

Talia jerked, her mind coming back to the present. As soon as they had started talking about making this a regular thing, her imagination had begun reliving the last time she was there. She could feel her heart already pounding, and her newly awakened libido seemed raring to go - just from a few errant thoughts.

“Oh, um, good?” she said, shaking her head a little as she tried to be in the moment.

“You guys just heading on back or...?”

“Oh, well, I’m sure she’d like that. She can’t get enough anymore, but I wanted to look around a bit first.”

“Of course, of course, take your time, enjoy yourselves.” Talia noticed that Joanne nodded at someone in the back. It looked like Rob, though it was hard to tell as he disappeared behind the curtain rather quickly.

Peter led them around the store, looking aimlessly at the shelves for a minute before stopping in front of a display filled with various fake cocks. He began handing them to her, one by one, having her hold them in front of her as he apparently looked for the one he wanted. When she held a particularly large one in front of her, trying to hold it through the packaging, he nodded and beckoned Joanne over. “I’m sure this is just perfect, but I want to be sure. Can you get the packaging off?”

“Sure, just a moment,” Joanne replied, taking the package back to her station and opening a drawer. A few snips of a pair of scissors later, and the large phallus was free of its packaging. She returned quickly, handing the exposed silicone cock to Talia.

Talia held the fake prick in her hand, feeling the soft give of the odd material it was made out of. It was clearly not a real cock, not warm and throbbing, but standing there in the middle of the store, grasping an overly large fake cock in her hands still made her feel a bit naughty. And as her body tingled slightly, she relaxed a bit more and stopped worrying about who was watching her or what they were thinking.

“Nice and big, just how you like them, hmm?” Peter asked, teasing, his eyes boring into hers.

Nodding, flushing slightly, Talia kept touching and holding the fake prick, running her hand along the full length of the toy.

“Better make sure it will fit before we buy it, hmm?” Peter said, his voice still slightly teasing, but with a firmness that modified his light tone.

Talia glanced up at his face, startled. She had no illusions about what was likely to happen today, but doing what he said, right here at the counter, seemed a bit ... risky. She glanced at Peter and Joanne before gripping the fake prick firmly and slowly lowering it to her waist. Still dressed as if for work, she was not really sure what he expected, but she could not deny the thrill rushing through her as she contemplated being an eager wet slut, just like Niki.

“Oh, if you want to, I guess you can, but I meant your mouth, silly slut.” Peter said, his voice stern but not unkind. He had obviously been purposely vague, wondering what she would do.

“Oh, god, you...”

“Yes?”

“Nothing, sorry, um, sir.”

“Better,” he said, watching as Talia brought the fake cock to her mouth and slowly parted her lips. As she pressed the dildo against her lips, sliding the thick head into her mouth, she heard him add, “Good girl.”

Why being belittled was such a turn on, Talia did not know, but she could feel herself flooding her underwear as she stood next to the display case and slowly sucked on the head of the fake prick. She closed her eyes at first, the shame of being so slutty in public overwhelming her senses. As she grew accustomed to her shocking behavior, she opened her eyes and began to look past Peter. She noticed that Joanne had returned to her usual spot at the cash register, and a couple of men were lingering nearby, trying to make it look as if they were not staring at her. As she pulled the head of the fake cock out through her lips, she saw them looking at her, watching, before looking away in nervousness.