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Jesse sat by herself in a crowded bar. She perched on a stool at the
counter, resting her elbows on the granite top. Her bare legs were
crossed, and her feet dangled below her, not quite able to reach the
footrest. They were strapped into a pair of black pumps. The shapely
legs stretched up scandalously high, disappearing just in time, beneath
a short grey pleated skirt. She nursed a glass of water nervously,
watching one of the multiple TV screens placed behind the counter and
throughout the bar.
A newscaster on-screen finished up his report.
"...recently published a follow-up study, confirming the patented
formula is also effective against multiple types of genetic disease.
The Diabetic Institute of Ohio is now in talks to license the formula,
and begin measuring the compound's ability to treat patients suffering
from severe obesity and Type 2 diabetes."
The camera cut to a pair of anchors sharing a desk. The speaker turned
to his co-anchor, who shook her head in wonderment. "Amazing. All this
new development in the span of just a couple months, and the excitement
within the scientific community shows no signs of stopping. Imagine
where we'll be at this time next year! Is there anything this new
technology can't do?"
"That remains to be seen," the male anchor concluded. "They claim it
can be customized to perform any repairs or modifications the patient
desires."
Behind the bar, Jesse caught a glimpse of herself in the reflective
backsplash. She immediately blushed and smiled. She looked into her
drink, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
Modifications, indeed.
Jesse felt the eyes of neighbors and passers-by. She tried to ignore
them. She knew what they saw. Her skirt lay comfortably over her round
upper thighs. Concealed beneath, she could feel the cool leather of the
barstool pressing against her glutes. Under the skirt, a sheer layer of
fabric barely covered her modesty and pulled tight between her cheeks.
She wore a tight, sleeveless shirt which followed and pulled tight
against her breasts.
Dark eyeliner accentuated her round, innocent eyes. Her lips seemed
most natural when they were slightly parted, forming a bright red,
relaxed bow. Pendant earrings dangled from behind her long hair and a
gold hoop decorated one of her wrists. She was dressed for attention
and was vividly aware of the gazes from everyone around her.
Jesse looked down once again, at the folded slip of paper next to her
drink. The paper with her mission for the night. She shivered with
terror and delight, as she remembered reading the words with her
mistress' instructions.
She found the note waiting on their bed earlier that night... next to a
special pair of underwear.
Let's play a game of Hot and Cold tonight.
Put these on and I'll meet you at the address below.
Tonight, I want to hear you tell me exactly what it's like
to suck cock.
When she inspected the underwear, she found they had a suspicious lump
sewn into the front. When she pulled them on, it nuzzled firmly against
her clit.
She was wearing them now.
Jesse checked the clock at the end of the bar. She'd arrived ten
minutes ago, expecting to see Victoria. Where was she? What was with
the game she mentioned; Hot and Cold? How do you play Hot and Cold,
again?
Jesse ordered another drink and twitched hard suddenly, as a low
thrumming sensation bloomed between her legs. The vibrations could not
be heard in the low background din of the bar, but Jesse immediately
knew what had happened.
As she suspected; the small mass against her clit was a remotely-
controlled vibrator. And someone had just turned it on.
Jesse regained her composure, just in time to notice the concerned
glance of the bartender as he delivered her refill.
"Sorry," she muttered, cheeks burning. "I just got a chill." The
bartender smiled and moved to the next customer.
Jesse fought against the urge to squirm in her seat. The tight panties
pulled the sewn-in bullet vibe tight against the sensitive bundle of
nerves hidden below her skirt. She squeezed her thighs, but it only
pressed the bullet tighter against her clit; too strong to ignore, too
weak to bring blissful satisfaction.
She observed a slight shallowness to her breath. A familiar - and
comfortable - pink fog creeped in at the edges of her thoughts. She
settled into the comfortable feeling of arousal as the smooth
vibrations activated nerves up and down her sensitive body like a
Christmas tree.
"Excuse me."
The stranger's voice cut through her thoughts and sensations like a
knife. Jesse turned to see a well-dressed man standing beside her,
looking directly at her. He smiled nervously.
"Do you mind if I buy the next one?" He gestured towards Jesse's glass.
Jesse panicked. How long had he been standing there? What had he seen?
Had her moan been too obvious? What was he doing there?
"No, thank you," she blurted awkwardly. "I'm waiting for someone."
Her would-be suitor nodded, taking the meek refusal in stride.
"No problem," he said. "Have a nice night." He took his refilled drink
from the bartender and retreated through the crowd.
Alone again, Jesse began to sink back into the pleasant thrum in her
panties. The vibrations stopped all at once, leaving a cold silence in
its place. Jesse felt a similar moment of panic as when the vibrations
started, but was surprised to find it now mourned their loss. She felt
empty.
Oh, that's right. Now she remembered the rules for Hot and Cold.
Oh. Crap.
Jesse wiggled her hips in frustration, willing the hard lump in her
panties back to life. It remained frustratingly still and lifeless.
So that was the game, then. Victoria was out there somewhere, watching
- and rewarding Jesse with rapturous vibrations from a remote control.
Jesse looked around the bar, thinking. The vibrations started shortly
before she was offered a drink... and stopped immediately after she
declined. What was it Victoria wrote?
Tonight, I want to hear you tell me exactly what it's like to suck
cock.
Jesse knew what Victoria expected. Her heart raced at the thought.
Jesse's stomach sank as she saw another man approaching her. He wore a
backward baseball cap and had Greek lettering on his T-shirt. Behind
him, his friends egged him on, laughing. Jesse grew immediately self-
conscious.
"Hey," came the greeting. The college-age suitor smirked confidently,
finishing his beer and placing it on the bar next to her and leaning
against it. "What are you drinking, beautiful?"
Please, no. Jesse thought, worriedly. Not this douche. Not with all his
friends around. She paused a moment, wondering what to do. She noted...
nothing. Just stillness from the vibrator. She took a hopeful guess.
"Sorry. I'm taken."
Behind him, the guy's friends jeered at him, and he turned back to
them, grinning. Their group migrated toward the exit - presumably in
search of the next pub on their crawl.
Jesse breathed a giant sigh, relieved. The vibrations returned, slower
this time, but gradually increasing to their previous level. The
message was clear; she had guessed correctly. This was her reward.
Before Jesse could again revel in the waves of sensation, the
vibrations gradually began to ramp down once again. It happened slowly,
causing Jesse to once again look around, dejected. What had she done
wrong? She hadn't done anything!
Oh, I didn't do anything, Jesse thought. I guess the free ride is over.
Collecting her things, Jesse stood from her seat at the bar. Before she
could finish taking the first step, the vibrations had returned. Jesse
almost staggered in surprise. Her abs clenched in response to the
abrupt return of sensations. She stepped away from the bar, noting as
the vibrations increased... just a little.
On the right track, then.
Free of the bar, Jesse scanned the room, sighting the well-dressed
young man from before. He sat alone in a far corner of the bar,
fiddling with his phone and occasionally glancing at the news on TV.
Nervous in the dim lights, Jesse walked towards him. With each step,
she could feel the erotic buzzing and tingling increase just slightly -
slowly ramping higher, the closer she got.
Jesse's enflamed nerve endings were all too aware of her breasts
jutting forward, encased and cupped in soft fabric. Her nipples were
ice-hard against them. Her hair tickled her neck as she walked, and she
instinctively tossed it back.
The man noticed her approach and turned to greet her. He set his phone
aside, smiling.
"Hello again," he said.
"Hey." Jesse tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her face warm and
red from the incessant throbbing beneath her skirt. "I wondered if I
could take you up on that drink offer, after all?"
The man gestured to the booth across the table. "Of course! Please."
Jesse sat, and sighed as she was rewarded with another minor increase
in vibrations. They seemed to wind up and down in a wave pattern.
Jesse's eyes fluttered a moment, and the vibrations retreated to a
manageable level.
Damnit, she was going to go crazy.
The man offered his hand. "I'm Mike."
Jesse stared at his hand a moment, remembering all the times she had
stood on the opposite side of that handshake. She'd never imagined
herself as a potential date from this side, before. Her terror swirled
and mixed with the intense arousal fluttering in her stomach,
amplifying it.
Nervously, she offered her hand back. "Jesse," she said. Mike clasped
It gently and released, sitting back.
They ordered drinks. "What do you do, Jesse? Are you in school?"
She needed to set the tone if she was going to win tonight's game.
"I'm, uh..." She fought to think of something sexy, through the pink
fog of her swirling arousal. "I'm a... cam-girl."
She blushed crimson at the lie, feeling the embarrassment just as
strongly as if it had been true.
She could see the gears turning in Mike's head as he took in this new
information. She could practically see the realization, the change in
his perception of her. The possibilities, of a girl offering this
personal information so early into their date.
The vibrator pulsed approvingly.
"Oh," was his only response. Jesse could see the visible effort to keep
his cool. "That's... awesome! You must, uh..." he stammered a little,
"meet a lot of... really interesting folks!" His eyes darted a little,
avoiding eye contact. Jesse almost felt sorry for him as she remembered
sitting on that side of the table. In a past life.
Their drinks arrived.
Down, between her thighs, the vibrator began to idle. It was bored.
Someone must be feeling impatient.
Jesse's nipples ached, and her cheeks flushed as she calculated her
next move. Emotions clashed inside her - excitement, nervousness,
terror. She'd never done anything with a man before. She'd never even
considered the possibility.
And yet... she didn't feel disgusted. Jesse looked at the nervous Mike,
sitting across the table, trying to fake confidence in the presence of
a beautiful woman. If she was being honest; she didn't really mind the
toned lines in his forearms, or his rolled-up sleeves. She didn't mind
his dorky nervousness. She didn't mind his loose-fitting dress shirt,
which hung off a body he clearly took care of.
"Do you mind if I sit over there, instead?" Jesse asked, innocently.
Surprised, Mike stammered, "No, I don't mind! Come on over!" He
grimaced at his own eagerness.
Jesse didn't mind. She summoned her courage. She had a mission tonight,
and Mike had been deemed worthy by not one, but two women.
Jesse moved to sit next to Mike. She snuggled in close. Back when Jesse
was a man, she'd never noticed the smell of other guys before. Mike
reminded her of some of her favorite colognes - scents she used to
wear. She remembered how she'd felt a tiny boost in confidence whenever
she wore them. She wondered if they made Mike feel confident too.
She reached over with her free hand and rubbed Mike's leg. He didn't
move to stop her. He sat instead in stunned, but agreeable silence.
Jesse leaned in.
"Mike," she spoke softly. She tried to summon her inner seductress. Her
voice was melodic, "I know you were looking to meet someone new
tonight. Maybe someone you could take on a date." She rubbed his thigh,
and she could feel the fabric of his pants moving, as something shifted
around.
"I'm sorry I'm not looking for that right now," she said, fighting back
a moan from the strong vibrations thrumming outward on her clit. "But
there is something I need to take care of tonight, if you'll open your
fly."
Mike glanced around, clearly afraid of being caught.
"Outside?" he suggested. "I'm parked out of the way; we could put some
music on, in my car."
Jesse wiggled her eyebrows at him in agreement. As they stood, Mike
held her hand. The vibrator in her panties crested up and down and up
again, in approval.
They climbed into the back seat of Mike's car. He reached forward and
adjusted the radio to a low volume, and the smooth chords of rock and
roll filled the background. When he looked back at Jesse, their eyes
met.
Wow.
Jesse saw his eyes clearly. She saw the loneliness of a single guy
who'd stepped out of his comfort zone; who took a risk to try and meet
someone new by going to the bar alone. She saw a bit of her old self.
Jesse's chin tilted forward as she gazed up at him, and Mike took the
hint. He leaned down and kissed her.
It was a different feeling than when kissing Victoria; it wasn't two
girls kissing. Mike was scratchy. The air around him smelled like wood
and vanilla. His skin was thick and firm. There was some mint on his
breath, mixed with citrus and pine. That's right, he'd been drinking
gin and tonics.
They parted. Jesse was dizzy. She had a mission to finish.
"Unzip," she breathed. Mike obliged.
Jesse, nervous again, pushed through and reached into the band of his
underwear. She wrapped her slim fingers around something thick and
plush, with a core of firmness. It was warm.
She pulled it out. It... didn't look half bad.
The vibrations in her panties sent waves of eagerness through her. It
seemed to encourage her on. Do it, it said. You know you want to.You'll
be rewarded.
Jesse's mouth felt wet. She swallowed. She opened her mouth and lowered
her head, glancing nervously up at Mike's excited and scared
expression. She felt the spongy tip against her lower lip, and parted
her mouth further, finally turning her attention downward. She wrapped
her mouth entirely around the hard cock, and tucked her hair back with
her other hand. Time to get to work.
Her half-lidded eyes fluttered with the pulsating erotic waves from her
remote-controlled vibrator. She was in heaven. She imagined the scene
as a third party; what she must look like, kneeling between Mike's legs
in the back seat of a car, eagerly sucking his cock. She imagined what
her mistress must be seeing as she watched from some unknown location.
She moaned as she came. The vibrator and the scandalous slutty image of
herself had sent her over the edge.
She felt a tentative, careful touch against the back of her head:
Mike's hand against the back of her head. His fingers wrapped
themselves softly in her hair. Her panties flooded at the feeling of
submissiveness. Her head eagerly bobbed up and down on his shaft,
pressing her tongue against the rough underside as it slid. She heard
him moan, trying to stifle his own excitement. She moaned encouragement
to him and wiggled her ass in the air. His other hand reached down her
back, his fingers rested against the back of her panties.
She realized he could probably feel the vibrations in her panties. He
must have noticed by now.
"Are, are you..." Mike started, but the erotic energy of the night was
proving too much for him. His question spiraled into a warning moan,
one Jesse remembered all too well from her past life. She decided to go
all the way with it, moaning assent and increasing her pace.
"Oh god, I.. I..." Mike muttered and grunted hard, and Jesse felt his
pulse through the veins of his dick. His unfiltered excitement, the
vibrations, the sluttiness of it all - Jesse grunted with her own leg-
shaking orgasm again. Her entire body wracked and writhed around Mike
as he spurted into her mouth. Jesse quickly swallowed it, trying not to
taste.
They held that position for a moment: Jesse with her lips around the
base of Mike's member, her nose tickled by his short, trimmed pubes. He
smelled clean, she thought.
Mike caught his breath. Jesse sat up, slurping slightly and trying not
to make a mess. She wiped her lips, swallowing once more to clear her
mouth. She leaned forward and kissed him, quickly.
"I hope that holds you over for the night" she said, and winked. She
left him there, panting and wondering if he'd just dreamed the whole
thing.
Jesse walked back into the bar to find Victoria waiting for her near
the entrance - flushed and breathing a little heavily, herself. Jesse
waited in front of her, obediently: her mission accomplished.
Victoria wrapped a single arm behind Jesse's back, sliding in close.
"Nice job, pet."
She leaned in and they kissed. Jesse still preferred this feeling - the
silk-smooth, pillowy-soft feeling of two women joined at the mouth.
Jesse wondered if Victoria could taste Mike on her tongue. Victoria
guided Jesse to towards the exit. Behind them, the televisions in the
bar began yet another emerging story of the world's first, programmable
'miracle' drug.
It seemed the entire world was shifting in a new direction.
Jesse's entire world was right here.
"Let's go home so you can tell me all about it... and you can receive
your reward."
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