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Walking the Walk Part II
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Walking the Walk Part II Gina made her way out of the bathroom. She felt naked as self-doubt and an extreme sense of being self-consciousness washed over her like the world must seem like to a newborn . The leather skirt felt like it was up past her waist. She fidgeted and tried to wiggle it down as far as she could. In her insanely high heels it felt like she was a giant and giving everyone an unwelcome peek to her bare body. that thought reminded her just how short her skirt was and she once again mindlessly tugged at the hemline begging it to expand and be longer.So many thoughts and fears fired off like a bundle of Chinese firecrackers. Her mind didn't have time to comprehend let alone linger and process anything outside fear, shame, and trepidation with each step. The sound of her heels seemed so much louder to her than they actually were. She heard booming thunder shattering marble with each step, instead of the distinctive click clack of each toe to heel contact of the step. Every self-perceived flaw she had felt as if, was visible from space, or at the very least, from across the mall. She could feel the bounce of her breasts. That sensation gave root to a new fear about her breasts just popping out of her corset. Gawd she wished she had shaved her legs this morning. Her mind was racing about all the horrible things that were definitely going to happen because that was just how lucky she felt the day was going. Be Strong. Walk your path to find your way. Stepping out of the corridor and back into the mall Gina was met with the orchestra of sounds and smells. Every nerve ending in her body was alert as fight or flight trickled down her spine. The robust smell of fresh baked pretzels that usually inspired warmth and comforting indulgence, was now nauseating. Pretzel were meant to be shared. Shared meant people. People meant judgement. Judgement meant guilt. All these triggers made every sound, every smell, every reaction become amplified in her awareness of the world around her. She could feel that evil put in her stomach grow. She felt as if she was going to have to throw up in one of the trash bins that were sprinkled along the concourse. Subconsciously Gina again pulled at the hem of her tiny skirt knowing there was no give, but still trying to preserve any modesty she still possessed. Dear God she can’t be seen like this. What will everyone else think. She knew she would be able to hear and feel every vile and lewd thought from each and every passerby she would encounter. She dreaded the sexualized schizophrenia that laid ahead. The objectification, the shame, the judgment, the condemnation lurched with the eyes of everyone she would see from here on out. All the ills of Pandora’s box, now beset upon her. She felt trapped. She had to do what her Master had required but she felt she lacked the strength to complete the task. The three inch heels meant to inspire lust were now shackles slowing her escape. There were no long strides to hasten her escape. No she had to take smaller measured steps. She couldn't afford a stumble or to fall down and have a Basic Instinct moment with whoever was in front of her then. The stale air seemed to coil around her legs like a dangerous viper, slithering between her thighs as a dangerous reminder of how truly exposed she would be with one slight miscue. The afternoon sun that shone thru the atrium ceiling, felt like a spotlight, designed to prevent Gina from finding any refuge. Instead of feeling comfort in the beautiful day, the bright light made her take center stage for the duration of her journey. She had a vision of seeing people do double takes as their side glances caught the spectacle that had emerged from the bathroom hallway. The faint click clack of her heels were barely audible over the din of mall. Yet to her, each step sounded like Hephaestus’s hammer striking and forging Zeus's lightning bolts. She half expected to see a ring leader holding up a megaphone, shouting “Come one, Come all. Come see the lady who became a .” The term of endearment that made her feel free and held no power over her, now felt like a home invaders knife slicing thru her soft exposed flesh. Gina had to stop for a moment. She was teetering on the razor’s edge. She couldn’t let herself cry. Gina had to be strong but didn’t think she could be. Her head slumped forward. She could feel her pounding heart push the blood thru her into it throbbed in her ears and squeeze the back of her head. Her internal monologue went crazy with panic and self doubt. I can’t cry. I can’t cry. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Why is he making me do this? Don’t cry. Please don’t let me cry. Her brain rambled struggling to find a voice. She could feel her chest fail to expand enough in the tight corset to take deep enough breaths. She tried to slow down her thoughts, her breathing, her heart rate. Gina tried to find anything to cling to. She thought of Him, he was always her rock in good times and bad. She pictured what His face might look like Would she find that familiar home that was His protecting and nourishing embrace. She couldn’t let Him down. She knew He would never lead her astray. If He thought she could do this, then she must be able to. She would do anything for that smile of His, and see the pride in his eyes. Keeping her eyes closed, she took several control breaths. Felt her heart rate slow as some level of calm returned. She was unsure of what lay ahead except knowing He would be waiting there for her. She swallowed hard as if she was taking medicine. Pulling her shoulders back and holding her head high, she started her trek the length of the mall. Gina made sure not to look around, she didn’t want to see anyone else’s reaction. She continued on with the tiny steps of a few thousand. She tried to block out as much as she could but even in the fairly desolate mall, it was near impossible. Gina had only made it past one store in the long eternal line of many, when she had her first encounter. It was hard for Gina not to notice the two young ladies rubberneck as they walked by. Gina was assaulted by some celebrity fragrance that had apparently been applied with a garden hose rather than a few spritz. The girls obviously got their fashion queue from vapid reality television fandom. So much more style than substance, yet Gina felt the slashing sting of their morality looking down on her. The sneer if their unfiltered gossip her. Slut, skank, were words the girls volleyed back and forth as they continued to walk and looking down their overcaked noses.She knew she would be fodder for their gossip in between their seven status updates, twenty-six selfies and four hashtag replies. Suddenly, #slutshaming seemed to pop into Gina’s stream of thought. A shadow of looming dread seemed to hang over her. Gina could feel their judgement crawl over her skin like a hundred tiny spiders. Gina tried to focus on just taking one step at a time, trying to drown out the rest of the world by listening to her breathing and the sound of her heels striking the floor. It felt like everyone was watching her and their stares scalded her skin. All she wanted to do was to retreat into her clothes like some kind of turtle finding protection in its shell. Step by tiny step she slowly made her way towards the other end of the mall. The other end of the mall she thought to herself. Somehow the short lil jaunt to the other side seemed like it was several miles away. Some patrons were lost to the world while fully immersed in the digital social world. She could feel the glances and stares run up and down her body like a thick coat of slime. She wasn't the sassy, caring, hard working professional business woman she was in the everyday world. Now she was a piece of meat, a discardable sex toy now. She no longer felt human and had to keep thinking of his smile to prevent from breaking out in tears. Her heartbeat was growing louder and faster within her ears. She couldn’t slow down her fear and anxiety as the corset seemed to slowly strangle her lungs ability to breathe enough air. She didn't want this, she wanted Hank. She wanted to security of his ownership of her, shield her from the rest of the world. She felt vulnerable, exposed, naked...helpless. She watched a wife or girlfriend smack her man, because he rubbernecked an extra long look at the slut in the short skirt and corset. The suffocating potpourri of scents smacked Gina as she passed by the soap and lotion shop. There she couldn't help but see a balding heavy set man in late 40s early 50s stand there stunned with his mouth agape. He seemed to surprised by what he eyes saw, he didn't quite seem to know if he should be horrified or turned on. Guys of all shapes and sizes seemed to stare at her for various reasons. The women all seemed to have permanent sneer of disdain and disgust,. The small steps continues to cause her most sensitive spot rub back and forth with every step. The melodic melody of her shortened steps made the friction she felt all that more delicious. Her body was responding in kind.. As she felt that familiar wetness set itself free. Her nipples took notice and puckered against her corset, grazing back and forth against the fabric with every movement. This can't be. She was so embarrassed so horrified and yet her body was beyond aroused. Dear God she wanted this to end right now. How on earth could she be so wet and aroused and completely mortified all at once. That's when she saw and heard the pack of barely 20 somethings on their hunt. Gina continued walking trying to pretend not to notice them despite the quaking in her soul. clenching her fist prevented her hands from trembling. The pack stopped all activity and waited for its prey to wander into its killing field. The click clack of her heels seems have a Pavlovian effect on the dangerous creatures that laid in wait. Gina tried to choke down all those feelings and fears. Every step those feelings and fears regurgitated in the back of her mouth. 40 step took those feelings and fears back down to the growing pit in her stomach. click swallow click clack swallow. Holding her head high she focused on her breathing so the tight confines of corset didn't cause her to start hyperventilating. Despite being so focused on her lungs trying to expand against the unforgiving corset, she could hear most of what the boisterous boys were saying. Words like MILF and cougar, seemed to hang in a semi stale air of the mall that was polluted with objectification and testosterone. Every step she had to try to ignore phrases such as at one of them bragging how he would quote unquote tap that ass. Gina had to endure the Alpha’s play by play of how he was enjoying watching them titties bounce and jiggle and how he knew just exactly what he would do, to really make them bounce. One of the omegas, desperately trying to fit in and prove his masculine prowess, chuckles and draws out the words ”ohhhhh Mommy”. The Alpha continued his tale, describing how “You know I’d bend that bitch over and pound her, making them titties bounce and sway for real until she screams my name. I’d fuck her like she’s never been before.” Gina kept playing oblivious to their presence and tried to remain calm. Each step was another step closer to his smile and she wanted all this just be over. The shame, the objectification and the humiliation was just too great. Every word that shouldn't have mattered, shouldn’t have hurt. It was hard not to question what Hank was thinking by making her do this. She wished I was there holding her hand, protecting her. Click, clack of her heels kept trumpeting her march. She tried not to see the faces the Predators, as she approached them. She made sure she held her head high pretending not to notice them. Maybe if she could channel that aloof demeanor some models had on the fashion runway she could somehow make it through.Try as she might it was hard not to see all the Alpha and omega staring and their reactions with every step she became closer. Despite all the blustering and puffing of chests, several of them we're growing more and more visually aroused the closer she got. She knew even at that young adult stage all some of them needed was a stiff wedding for them to get hard. Yet seeing their reaction gave her a sudden rush of excitement in knowing that at least for today she was that stiff breeze. She did notice at one of them wasn't caught up in the frenzy of proving themselves to the others and seemed rather uncomfortable by it all. As she approached the wall of testosterone and false bravado, the predators silenced themselves. Amongst the killing quiet, Gina could feel the heat of their stares and desire burning into her skin. Somehow, the once oppressive heat acclimated into a soothing warmth like a beach induced summer sun. Slowly the pack of omegas parted, allowing her to pass unscathed, as Gina simply continues to make her way to the other end of the mall. One of them muttered. “She's gotta be a pro.” Several faceless voices snickered as the uneasy omega questions “A pro?” “A you noob” Was the brutal response to a naively innocent question. Gina had made it through the barricade and had brushed off the “pro” comment, The newly named noob’s voice was soft but was not meek. “C’mon guys stop that’s mean and she is far too pretty and seems to sweet to be one. Stooooop.” Maybe it was the fact he called her pretty and not sexy something gave her a small boost to shoot straight through her whole body. It gave her a renewed vigor and strength. Her shoulders pulled back while her head was held a little higher without any effort. With that, she tried to hide the smile shining inside her. She had made it thru the gauntlet. She could do this. The pack of wolves laid several steps behind her when one of them howled “Look at that sweet ass I just want to bite it and spank it.” The rest of the pack rumbled invade like an immature maturing pack does. The lungs of the alpha puffs as he struts several step to the new forefront. “Hey baby, I got a stack in my pocket with your name on it, how much for the best few hours of your life.” The wolfpack rumbled with anticipation seeing if the brazen effort of their pack leader would be rewarded. The noobs protest of leaving her alone and just be nice were drowned out by the lust filled panting that were going off in all their heads. A feeding frenzy seemed to be on the verge of erupting. Something in Gina boiled over. She stopped at her tracks and the pack was somewhat in disbelief. Some of the pack became nervous and wondered if the Predators just became the prey, while others suddenly allowed themselves the fantasy of a debaucherous reality. Gina slowly and deliberately pivoted on her toes and turned towards the pack, back towards the killing fields. The fierce nature of her walk made the click clack of her silver stilettos seem to boom like thunder with each step. The subtle furrow of her brow, was an barely seen clue to just how cunning this prey actually was. She stepped up to the alpha and slowly inspected him up and down. Even in her 3 inch heels she had to look up to him to look him in the eyes. something long hidden within her was blossoming like a spring flower in a new day sun. Something within her took over. She took her finger and placed it just below her ear as if to highlight a starting point. Slowly her finger ran down her neck like a solitary raindrop. A subtle meandering as she tilted her head to expose her neck to her hunter. The whole world seemed to silence itself mesmerized in this moment where a finger became a raind drop and a raindrop began a sensual beautiful journey. Some of the omegas didn't realize how they were staring dumbstruck with their mouths open. The water droplet made its descent down her neck and then seems to hug the outline of the vest till it fell back onto her skin. At least two of the pack found themselves licking their lips in anticipation. The droplet seemed stuck at the top of the curve of her breast, like a snowball resting at the top of a hill not knowing which way it would roll. The corset had more than pushed up her ample breasts. Her fingertip seemed to teeter back and forth before slowly trailing towards her cleavage. She could feel their focus and desire. How their silence was broken in by the soft sounds of their labored breathing. Down went their gaze as they watched the water drop that was the tip of her finger slide around the curve of her breast and trickle into her cleavage. She leaned forward ever so slightly to offer an even better view. With that her finger slide between her breasts and into her corset. Slowly she pulled her finger back out only to ease it back in again. Back and forth she stroked her finger between her breasts. Their eyes and lungs seemed to work in time with her every movement. Eyes followed as they breathed in as the finger disappeared between her breasts and exhaled as it slid out. She could almost hear the fabric of their underwear and pants straining as their desire was close to erupting. She was slightly surprised at the smokiness of her voice as she stated ”So you want some of this don't you.” She watched the alpha keep his cool as some of the omegas unknowingly nodded in agreement as they watched her delicate finger climb up the corset until her hands out her breasts. Her eyelids pulled back the curtains as she looked into the alpha’s eyes. the pheromones and wanton lust hung in the air like humidity. slowly and deliberately Gina started to inspect the pack. “Oh honey not even in your wildest kinkiest of Dreams should you ever ever handle all of this no amount of money would ever change that. She looked at one of the Omega and handed him her bag. “Here hold this.” Without a thought, he complied. Gina put her hands behind her back like a boot camp drill instructor sizing up the fresh meat. This austere posture only accentuated her delicious curves. Every little tiny step sent ripples upper body causing her breasts bounce and tremor. One by one she went down the line and looked over each wolf pack member. One by one each would fall short as she simply shook her head no. Surprisingly the pack had remained silent throughout the inspection process. some were visually aroused others just seemed to be hoping to star in their own millennial version of Penthouse Letters. “ All you Young Bucks, so much potential yet so not ready “ The click clack click of her heels seem to ricochet from the tile floor to the atrium's glass ceiling. Gina stop suddenly in front of the noob. “ Well hello cutie” She slowly squared up to him. “We might have something here.” She looked him over. He was slightly above average in looks and on the surface looked like most early twenty-somethings would look. She stepped even closer, and the three inch heels made it so she could look him directly in the eye. She took a moment to look into the swirling orbs of green and blue. He was fidgeting and very much uncomfortable with her being so close and looking into his soul like that. He averted her gaze and blushed. A crooked smile somehow appeared on Gina’s face. “Aren’t you just the heartbreaker waiting to happen.” The sweet noob was unsure how to reply and stuttered out a “Nn-nno ma’a….” He wasn’t even sure how to address her. He was uncertain if ma’am was too formal, not formal enough or somehow upset her because in somehow, someway it would imply he thought she was old. Gina was delighting in seeing how she could toy with him. Gina cocked her head to try and capture his sight again as he bowed his head in an adorable schoolyard kind of way. She smiled and his gaze followed her as her body straightened back up. Leaning in close to whisper in his ear she could feel the electricity course through him. Desire and need surging like a rolling thundercloud. “You are just the sweetest, don’t ever change sugar.” Stepping back she gave him a playful wink. She watched as the husk of him stood there almost dumbfounded as his insides crumbled like dry sand thru one’s fingers. She shuffled over to the one holding her bag and plucked it from his hands. “Thanks.” was all she said as she walked away. She was only about eight feet away when one of them turned to the sweet noob, “Holy fucking shit dude what did she say to you.” The noob tried to play it cool. “Well as they say a gentleman never kisses and tells.” Gina beamed with excitement. No doubt quite a few of them would be fantasizing about her later, and Gina found that there was something arousing about that. The sun shining thru the atrium suddenly felt warm and nurturing and no longer the spotlight she was trapped in. Her head was held high as she no longer cared what others thought. She was riding a delicious wave of confidence and power. She always knew she could entice men with her breasts and curves, but this was something more. This wasn’t just getting free drinks at the bar when she was younger or even about getting someone’s attention. This, this was more. It was not just getting their attention but making them fixate upon her in a way words rarely could. Her body was already aroused and now her mind was<b> engaged </font></b>to. She was glad she wasn’t wearing panties she wanted him, she wanted to see Him smile, she wanted His eyes locked onto hers. She needed Him deep within her. The thoughts of Him and the rush of feeling beyond sexy made the rest of the walk pass by in the blink of an eye. She had reached the last store. The big box store where her final task laid ahead. Stop at the perfume counter. Pick out a new perfume you have never worn before but that you like. Use the $100 bill to pay for it. When you get outside put the perfume on and cover up your scent. The sound of the silver stilettos hitting the floor rippled thru the din of the department store. The bright white lighting made her feel like she was in a spotlight. Walking her way to the heart of the store she could sense the few other shoppers walking around the store. Almost all the customers were soccer moms or older ladies there for various reasons. She could taste their judgment on the back of her tongue with every inhale that slide down her throat. It was like every glance, every double take look, every sneer and look of disgust that was meant to tear her down, made her feel full of power and might, They could no longer make her feel less, only she had the power to control what she felt. She almost welcomed the sneers and double takes. Women feeling superior, not knowing she had something they had never truly experienced. Let them think what they think, I don’t need them or to be liked by them. She had Him, and that’s all she ever needed. Gina stepped up to the perfume counter and put her bag of her vanilla clothes down. The girl behind the counter gave a side glance, a disapproving snort went back to her texting on her phone.Gina “Excuse me. I would like to try this one please.” Gina was pointing at the all black box with the blood red gothic lettering. The perfume girl thrust up her index finger, symbolizing that Gina needed to wait a second as a call was coming in on her phone. The girl turned her back to Gina as she answered the phone. There was a quick exchange on the phone that caused the girl to giggle. The perfume girl took a deep breath and cursed about having to work a saturday. She concluded the call by venting about how now she had to go deal with some annoying customer. With that she hung up the call and put her phone face down by the cash register. Gina politely pretended to ignore the whole thing. “Sorry, I want to try this one and this one didn't seem to have a tester.” The perfume girl looked up and down Gina and her outfit and in a voice that really didn't hide her disgust, stated. “It’s eighty-five dollars.” Gina forces a smile. “That’s fine.” “Well, we don’t want it all in ones” snarled the perfume girl. Gina cocked her head and took a pause to stop herself from reaching over the counter and smacking the snark out of the lil snot. Reaching into her corset she pulled out the folded $100 bill. “I am assuming this would suffice, yes? Now please may I see perfume.” In huff the sales clerk reached under the counter and grabbed one of the boxes and practically threw it down onto the counter. “Thank you.” was Gina’s reply. She took it out of the box and could tell the marketing department had burned some midnight oil to maximize the look of the bottle and packaging. Leaning in she sniffed the nozzle then gave a small spurt into the air trying to detect the different notes and aromas. She actually kind of liked it and it seemed to match her attire in spirit. She sprayed once onto her wrist and gave another sniff. She rubbed her two wrists together and declared. “I’ll take it.” Sliding the $100 bill over to the clerk Gina forced a small smile. The clerk didn’t want to touch the bill since it had been nestled against Gina’s breast and picked it up like it was the very first dirty diaper she had ever changed.Without a word, she placed the change on the counter rather than hand it to Gina. As Gina picked up the change and placed the receipt and perfume in her bag, the clerk muttered something. “Excuse me?” Gina said in an assertive tone. In an over exaggerated disdain the clerk repeated in a mocking voice. “I saaaaid. Good bye. Don’t want your kind in here.” The hairs on the back of Gina’s neck stood up as she was ready to put this in her place, but she kept her tone as even as she could. “My kind? You know nothing about me except I can afford to buy an overpriced perfume, that I could have easily bought online at a 15% savings. You dont know me so please dont presume you do.” The girl was shocked this slut had the audacity to talk back to her. After all it was bad enough she had to assist her and touch her gross boob money. “Well atleast I look like I belong in a high end store and not like I belong in some alley on my back.” Gina cocked her head to the side in a sympathetic. If not slightly condescending way. Honey you’re working in a department store. “Oh hun, everyone knows nothing unique or powerful is ever bought off the rack. But you keep living that dream.” Gina did a double take on the clerk’s name tag. “Stacy, I just want to let you know I plan to call your corporate office and tell them about the poor service I got at your store today. I may be dressed provocatively, but it still meets all the requirements of the malls and your stores policies. I have been nothing but cordial with you despite the fact that you have been rude, condescending and unwilling to originally help me when I was clearly interested in purchasing something at this store. With that I do hope you have a lovely day.” Gina didn’t wait for a reply or to even see the look on the clerk’s face, she simply picked up her bag and started walking towards the exit. Damn that felt good she thought. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached for the door. She had started on a simple journey and found a part of herself she never knew existed. She was riding a high as the exhilaration of being her true self coursed through her. She had never ever done anything like that before. Gina felt so good about herself by standing up to the sales clerk and not letting her make Gina feel bad. The fact Gina felt she handled it with restraint and hopefully class made every cell in her body vibrate. Now she needed a relief from all this pent up energy. She needed Him. She needed Him inside her pounding away till her throat was hoarse from moaning. She needed Him now. The warm summer air made the warmth of the sun on her skin fill her with a feeling of euphoria. She stood on the curb and waited for Hank. It wasn’t too long before he pulled up and she got in. His eyes and mouth were smiling. “How did it go?” “Oh my god, it was horrible and awful and amazing and exhilarating” “So proud of you. I thought you handled those boys perfectly.” She should have known. She was so focused on all the sensations she didn’t even have a chance to think that Hank was always just 20-30 feet behind her making sure she was ok and was safe. Made perfect sense to her now. “I love you, thank you Sir.” He half chuckled and smiled as he turned out of the parking lot. As he got to the next light he slide his hand up her thigh and felt what he expected to find. “Oh did a naughty get a lil turned on by all this.” Her response was cut short as his two fingers plowed their way inside. Her hands clenched around the armrests as the sudden intense sensation made every muscle in her tighten up. “Now that you have been treated like a , look like a , and see the beauty in being one, well now you are going to act like one. We aren’t going home yet. We have a new stop to make.” Gina wasn’t sure she heard all of what He said, over the constant pleasure of His fingers. What she did know, was at this point she was game for anything as long as He kept touching her. |
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Yeah I finally finished at least one of the stories I have been working on. Hope Part II does Part I justice. I tried to encapsulate the journey of self-discovery and how we dont always have to let societal norms dictate (hee hee i said dic lol) our self identity. Hope you enjoy.
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Wow - loved it
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mmMMMmm...i am just so speechless....you described the anticipation, very well...
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Glad you like it. Was a lil different where the focus was on the erotic elements of tension and anticipation rather than a physical interaction and not sure how well I did making it an interesting story the reader can connect with. Thank you 
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