Casey stared unseeingly through the windshield for a long moment, Big Johnson's card in her hand, echoes of her orgasms reverberating through her as she regained her breath. When the voice finally spoke she nearly squeaked in surprise.
"Well that was wonderful, wasn't it? And you seemed to enjoy being fucked by two strangers so much."
Casey's head drooped, tears in her eyes, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she'd felt then any more than the mortification she felt now.
"Time to get up and at 'em," the voice said with a chuckle. "By which I mean, go into the mall."
"Where am I going?" Casey asked. She opened the door and slipped from the car, grimacing as standing brought a wash of sperm from within, only her panties keeping the liquid from dripping or running down her thighs.
"Walk to the doors. When inside turn right at the T-intersection," the voice said.
Casey tried to avoid thinking about what she'd done by pondering how the voice knew there was an intersection. But if he'd put a camera in her room and left the headset under her bushes he must live in the area.
The squishing between her thighs and the leftover ache from the fucking grabbed her attention again and she wondered if she might be walking a little funny as she pushed through the doors into the mall, looking around nervously as she passed a few people, wondering if they might be able to guess that she'd just been fucked.
"Turn right," the voice said, breaking a silence that had nearly let her forget about him. "Keep walking until a beauty salon is to your right."
"Beauty salon? Am I getting my hair done?" Casey asked, touching her hair brunette curls. She'd always secretly wanted to be a blond but she liked her hair style, even if it was a little conservative. |