Chapter 23: Everything Is Taken Care of

Talia was sure there was never a walk of shame quite like hers as she slowly walked back towards the curtain, her well fucked body still spasming through a few aftershocks. Pausing at the curtain, feeling as if she was committing some sort of crime, she glanced back and saw Tom the cop watching her from the open doorway of booth #2. Taking a breath, breathing deep to quiet her Talia-esque nerves and embrace her devil-may-care Niki persona, Talia peeked through the curtains briefly, spotting Joanne by the counter. She stepped through into the store proper, her thighs damp as she walked slowly through the crowded display cases. Damp not only from the present the cop had left inside of her, but if she was being honest, damp from the extreme wildness of her actions. She had been seen naked before, by Peter, and in the park, but not like this. She looked around, wondering where Peter was, finally spotting him near where they had found the nipple clamps on their first trip. The others that had been in the store were still there, everyone spotting her rather quickly and watching as she walked towards the counter. At this point, she was still shielded somewhat, and it wasn’t until she entered the open area near the checkout counter that it became clear she was now completely naked. Naked and aroused in a way that was making her feel a little bit out of control. She walked steadily, not covering herself, until she stopped in front of Joanne at her counter.

“Um, Tom said...” she said, distracted for a moment, her mind racing as she realized just how erotic standing naked in public was. She had imagined all sorts of things and written quite wild and diverse fantasies, but actually doing this was so powerful and arousing.

“Said...” Joanne prompted, smiling at her.

Talia looked around and noticed the customers had moved closer to where she was standing.

“Yeah, he said to tell you everything is taken care of.” Talia stood, steeling herself to not move, to be on display all by herself.

“Well, that’s good. You do want to be able to come back, right?”

“Y-yes,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief when Peter approached. She was no less naked now, but having him near made it a little easier.

Peter must have heard that last bit, as he spoke up, “Yes, in case it matters, probably every other Saturday around this time. Maybe some other times if, you know, she gets a bit out of control and needs to settle down.” Peter laughed, his hand running across Talia’s bottom as he stood there, apparently quite content to stand there while she was naked. She saw him looking at her and around the adult bookstore, and she was certain he was not done with pushing her limits, so to speak. He was well aware of what turned her on and what she liked to write about, so it sometimes felt like pushing her limits, but in reality, she had begun to realize it was more about helping her to accept and embrace her wilder, Niki, side.

“So, I assume that it’s ok if Niki is dressed, or undressed as I might like, while she’s here?” Peter interrupted her musings, and she looked up as Joanne answered.

“Yes, I mean, that’s why Tom was here, and it’s clear she, mmmm, got his cooperation.”

Joanne’s eyes dropped to Talia’s sex, and Talia was fairly certain the woman knew that she had actual sex with the cop, not just a blow job.

“Good, good! We like to, you know, play around as well as indulge in the more intimate activities.”

Peter turned to Talia and nodded at the others lingering nearby. “You should make the rounds of the store, let everyone know you will be heading into the back room shortly. And if you are as turned on as I think you are, be sure they notice what is dripping down onto your leg.”

Talia flushed, her cheeks becoming as red as she was certain her recently probed sex likely was. Just thinking about the cop and his cock, and blatantly showing off her recently fucked body to complete strangers was doing a number on her. Her heart was pounding, and she was almost certain she would not be able to do it, no matter how naughty and exciting it felt. She swallowed nervously, her eyes darting around as if she could not decide where to start, but in reality, she was frozen in place, unable to do what he told her to do. She was about to tell him that, to use her safe word, when she felt him lightly push on her back, and she was walking towards the elderly couple before she could stop herself.

As if simply moving had changed something, Talia felt as if she could maybe do this, even if part of her was completely terrified. She got close to the elderly couple and pretended to look at the adult movies on the shelf in front of her, then turned to them. She wasn’t surprised that the man was looking at her. She was naked after all. What was a little surprising was the way the woman was looking at her. She felt quite, examined, to put a word to it. And it was clear that neither of them was shy about looking at a (compared to them) younger naked girl in a sort of public place.

“Not sure if you know, but there are booths in the back.”

“Oh, yes, we know, why?” The woman answered, while the man gave them both an inscrutable look.

“Um, well, I will be back there in a little bit, in case, you know...”

“Oh, I see. Good to know.”

She could see them watching her, and her arousal was racing through her as she thought about the other thing Peter told her to do. Moving a little bit until she was facing them full on, she slowly let her legs part a little while she stood, feeling the cool air on wet, used sex. She saw their eyes drawn to her shaven cunny, and she was certain they could see that she was leaking. Unable to hold her exposed position any longer, she stood with her legs more appropriately positioned and waved as she made her way towards a couple of the other customers.

Talia could almost feel everyone’s eyes on her as she walked over to the next long display case, casually bending down to look at a couple of the video titles on a lower shelf. She turned her head to make sure the other customers were watching, and she slowly turned her hips towards them and parted her knees a few inches. It was extremely intense to hold herself like that, blatantly showing herself.

“Holy fuck, did you see that?”

‘Yeah, she’s out of control. Or something.”

Talia stood up and moved towards the two men, picking a spot roughly halfway between them, as they were definitely not ‘together’.

“You are aware there are booths in the back?” she asked, looking at each of them in turn, letting them get a long uninterrupted look at her body. One guy nodded while the other cleared his throat and said, “Yeah.”

Talia gave them another few seconds to look before saying, “I’ll be in number two shortly.”

The rush was intense. She felt as if she were skating along the edge of a cliff. As she acted so boldly and outrageously, she was both energized and terrified. She yelled at her nervous self and embraced her slut desires, wanting this as bad as anything. Turning and heading towards the back, she saw the young, awkward patron who had been watching her. Moving up next to him, she stood silent, staring at him while moving her thigh to the side and running a finger down to trace a line towards the spunk that had dripped onto her skin.

She didn’t say a word, just reached out and took his nervous and somewhat damp hand in hers, and led him towards the video booths. Passing by Peter, she looked at him boldly, holding her head up as she felt waves of nervous erotic energy wash over her. Not only was she heading into the back room in full view of multiple patrons, but she was doing it on her own. Not being led by her master/husband/boyfriend//dominant. On her own. Naked. Leading a nervous patron to the back.