Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

[Genasi]

Early in the evening a gold sedan crept through the apartment lot on a menacing prowl.
"Someone is in my spot," Eun Pyon said soft from the driver's seat, fingernails clicking on the wheel. "Pass me my phone."
Grace Pyon found the parking spot through her passenger window, a white compact dimpled by hail damage residing there. The spot was not exactly Eun's, or hers, since neither of them lived at the complex. But Valerie once told them the space was available, since the apartment assigned it went unleased, and that was where Eun parked every time. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to have it towed." Eun did not need to look up the number for Lightning Fast.
"What if it belongs to her daughter?"
Eun did pause to think about that, as she held the phone to her ear. "Does she have a car at sixteen? I didn't buy her one, did you? It's fine. If it's hers I'll pay for it."
The gold sedan ended up parking in any old spot, content in the knowledge that it was far too expensive for the neighborhood and would not be bothered. Who would dare?

Eun's jacket hung loose over her her silver princess scoop a-line as she fetched a bottle of wine from the back. She was a small-boned woman, but taller than the two generations of Korean immigrant before her. The saunter, the rhythm of her heels over asphalt and broken glass spoke of a powerful woman, bullying with her presence. Low down her side the weight of the wine bottle slinked, eyes heavy-lidded, looking for pleasure.

Grace took a little black case from the glove box and took from them an old pair of cat-eye glasses. Little black dress, black stockings, black fox fur coat hung down just past the hem line to keep away the evening chill.
When Eun saw the old glasses, she smiled. "I haven't seen you in those since..."
"My teaching days." Grace's hand slipped into Eun's, feeling the cool line of her wedding band. She kissed her wife with an agitated excitement waiting, wanting to gush forth, small-mouthed kisses eager with tongue and breathless. With Eun she walked hand in hand, eyes heavy-lidded, looking for pleasure.

It was Valerie who let them into the apartment. Grace smiled to her, and surrendered that lustrous coat into her care. But another young lady took Eun's jacket, and Eun Pyon turned to try and get a better look at her, handed her the bottle of wine.
"Very nice," Eun said to her. There was not much else to say to a girl half her age, barely known despite their frequent trysts in the apartment. If there was a vibe given off that this girl didn't care much for Eun and her disreputable intentions for mother, Eun was impervious to it.
"Something smells delicious." Grace kissed Valerie low down the side of her neck, when she turned away. There was so much stress there, knotted, wanting release. It must have been a stressful day to get the apartment so clean, and to cook, for a change. They had seen the telltale fast food refuse enough to know this was not how Valerie lived ordinarily.

Eun and Grace sat at the table as guests. Grace's eyes followed the little lady around the room as they waited for dinner to be served. "What have you been up to?" she asked.

 

[Submissive Pup]

Mikayla Samson lived with her mother Valerie. The woman in her thirties had been struggling to find love since Mikayla’s father walked out on her about ten years ago. In that time she had many flings and relationships, however none of them seemed to last more then three to six months.

Last night Mikayla had been out to her friends how where a few other friends had been invited to hang out as well. It was late before Mikayla arrived home, letting herself inside before going to sleep herself. She couldn’t tell you what time it actually was, her phone had run out of juice and her mother was already asleep, it was well late.

“Mikayla!” Valerie finally called out for the girl at one in the afternoon. “Get your ass up and out of bed now! You’re helping me clean this place up!” Valerie could be heard yelling at her again.

“What for?!” Mikayla groaned as she rolled over in her bed, wondering why her mother was bent on getting the place clean when she hardly cared for it before.

“My girlfriends Eun and Grace are coming for dinner tonight, now get up out of bed now!” Valerie ordered.

Mikayla pulled a disgusted face as she sat up. “Great.” She answered softly to herself as she climbed out of bed. Mikayla has seen the female’s leaving the house once before, she didn’t get a real good look at them but she remembered the noises that came through the walls from her mothers room that night, it was disgusting.

By six, the house was clean and dinner had been started. By seven Mikayla and Valerie were ready and Valerie was finishing dinner. Mikayla had planned on going out, but Valerie had told her that she wasn’t going anywhere, that she was having dinner with them to get to know the women. It didn’t go down well, Mikayla was pissed, she had no interest in her mother or her slag girlfriends, none.

Mikayla had her blonde hair tied into a messy bun at the back of her head, mascara and eye liner around her eyes and wore a short white skirt with a red boob tube top as she had been planning to go out. There are was a knock on the door at five past seven. “Lose your attitude and help with the coats.” Valerie said, giving Mikayla a stern look before opening the door.

Once the door opened and the women walked in, Mikayla instantly recognised Grace. The woman was one of her former teachers. “Seriously?” Mikayla mentioned, laughing slightly and shook her head. Mikayla gave Eun a half assed smile as she took the woman’s jacket and walked past her mother. “You’re unreal, one of my former teachers? Seriously?” She whispered to Valerie before taking Grace’s jacket and walking away, hanging them both on the jacket rack.

“Yes, you’re lucky, she doesn’t even cook for me.” Mikayla spoke up as she heard the compliment about dinner before entering the kitchen to return with cutlery, moving around the table and setting the cutlery down, a knife and fork placed in front of Grace and Eun before setting the same down for Valerie, keeping hold of her own.

As dinner was served, Mikayla grabbed her plate and began walking towards her room.

 

[Genasi]

"Mikayla, aren't you joining us for dinner?" Grace wanted to know. She leaned in when she spoke, wanting Mikayla to see her in those glasses and stark black lines and remember again what it had been like to feel small and controlled in the classroom. But it didn't seem to have the desired effect, and Mikayla was gone from the table. Somewhere around the corner, a door shut. It had the hollow judder of a door that might peel apart from hitting carpet wrong.
"Did you talk to her?" Eun asked.
"A little bit," said Valerie in between tasks, her hands fretting on the back of a chair. "We talked about you wanting to spend some time together. She's a willful girl, and at that age where she knows better than anyone."
Eun uncorked the wine between her knees. The very first glass she tipped to Valerie's lips, speaking sweetly to her. "You deserve a break. Think you can convince her to pop her head out of the rabbit hole?"

One by one the bottle poured for each place at the table. For Valerie, for Eun, for Grace, and a high, dark, bitter social lubricant for the teenage girl due to join them.

Love was a luxury for teenagers. Now well into her thirties Valerie understood the necessity of finding another human being. There was emotion in it, yes. There was emotion as real and distressing and anguished as what irradiated Mikayla's door when she knocked softly there at the end of the hall. There was no time for anything as foolish as love pouring all her energy into making ends meet, but with Eun and Grace came a sweeter relief. It was almost too late for anything else. Though it would be impossible for Mikayla to see it, she was becoming a ghost in her own face, paler without the pink glow of youth. The rare jewels of her eyes, her narrow well-shaped nose, her smiling cheekbones were still there, so much like her daughter's, but she now thought of them as stately rather than lovely. Eun and Grace's attention had been a heady drug. They had nibbled under her chin and moaned dark into her ear and pushed her to limits undreamed. Valerie went on into Mikayla's room, plainly upset.

"None of this, I'm serious." Valerie snatched the utensil on its way to Mikayla's mouth. Moving the food always proved more effective than appealing to her decorum, as though Mikayla were a puppy in need of training.
"I need you to do a lot of maturing, right now. Eun and Grace want to see you as a full grown woman tonight. Get out there, smile, and talk to them for god's sake."
The plate swerved away, but in truth the days of leading Mikayla with promise of food were long gone. Mikayla had become so self-reliant, in her many hours home alone. And this, Valerie realized looking around at the bedroom, was her safe zone. She pulled Mikayla to her feet.
"I need this. I need you to behave. I know you love your father, and nobody is trying to replace him. But when the battery dies on the Nissan again, they're going to replace that. When your medication runs out, they're going to replace that. When you need new shoes, they're going to replace those. Get out there, and stop embarrassing me!"

Those hushed voices in the bedroom neither Eun nor Grace could make out, silent as the dinner table remained. It had the sound of Valerie, and maybe a little bit of Mikayla too.
"This is awkward," said Grace.
"I don't mind it at all." Eun smiled. "Seeing her squirm is fun, and I get to make you happy."
A stocking slipped from heel under the table, and brushed Eun's legs.
"Happy anniversary, Gracie," Eun murmured, and kissed her wife until their hosts returned. It helped to keep the blood hot, and the desire strong, to follow through.

 

[Submissive Pup]

Mikayla continued to walk away, even after hearing Grace speak up and ask her if she was joining them. A moment later Mikayla closed her bedroom door, it wasn’t soft and wasn’t hard either but hard enough to indicate that she wasn’t impressed with her mother, Valerie.

Mikayla set her plate down and turned on her old little television in the corner of the room, placing a DVD disk into the player and hitting play on the movie once it started. Her things were so outdated, the only things that were new in her bedroom were a couple sets of underwear and clothes. What could she expect from a mother that had been focusing on herself more then anything else.

Once the movie started, Mikayla sat back on her bed, picked up her plate and set it in her lap, beginning to eat. One two mouthful’s down and Valerie entered her room. “Hey, get out.” Mikayla called out to her mother but was ignored. The look on Valerie’s face was enough to pierce Mikayla.

As Valerie began to speak, Mikayla lifted the fork to her mouth only to have it snatched away a second later. “Hey!” Mikayla whined. “Give me back my food!” Mikayla grumbled once Valerie then snatched the plate away from her.

Mikayla frowned and looking to the end of the bed while listening to her mother scold her. “I don’t want to talk to them Valerie.” Mikayla whispered back harshly, lifting her head to look at the woman, glaring at her.

The glare soon faded though as Valerie began pouring her heart out to her, telling her that she needed it and explained what the couple had done about getting Mikayla’s medicine when she’s ran out.

Mikayla sighed and shook her head. “Fine, but this isn’t fair.” She answered with a whisper, getting up from the bed and switching her television off. As Mikayla walked to the door way, Valerie grabbed her by the throat. “I’m your mom and you will call me mom, nothing else. Now get out there and behave yourself.” Valerie whispered.

The grab wasn’t harsh or hard enough to cause Mikayla to panic, only enough to startle her and remind her that Valerie was her mother, that Valerie was in charge. “Fine.” Mikayla answered and Valerie handed the plate of food back to her.

Mikayla sighed and walked out of her room carrying her plate of food and cutlery, placing them down on the table. “Sorry.” Mikayla said in a rather short tone, as if she had just been yelled out and forced to apologise.

She sat down at the table next to Valerie’s seat and waited for her mother to join them before touching her food again, staring down at her plate while she waited.

 

[Genasi]

"That's more like it," said Eun. She waited until everyone was seated, and raised her wineglass across the table to prompt a clink from Mikayla. It was important she understand that drink was for her. "We have some good news to share. Valerie gave the okay for you to have some wine to celebrate. What do you think about that?"

"There's more where that came from." Already Valerie's glass was running low. Grace came around to top her off, and laid a hand on the tension in her shoulders. Grace was out of her shoes, now, and seeming very comfortable in the house, as though it could be another one of those nights. "Just relax. Everything will be fine."

Eun sampled the food. It awoke in her a taste for something wholesome, something domesticated, and she savored it as much as the wine. But she had not become so slender, so streamlined, so long-limbed a woman finishing her plate, and soon she was merely waiting for her hosts to soak up wine.

"Valerie," Eun said. It came out as a gust of breath. "I want you to come work for me at the company."
The tension broke. Valerie was in tears. Grace was there to give her comfort, and to absorb her heartfelt squeeze and kisses of gratitude.
"Come though, you knew this was coming. It's not really a surprise."
Valerie sniffed, dried her eyes. "I didn't know what to think."
"I want you to be my assistant, in a cute little pencil skirt."
"Assistant-" Valerie choked. She was not prepared for it. Grace's hand lay over her heart.
"Is that alright with you?" Eun asked, and then quite seriously, "Are you willing to be my desk girl?"
"Yes," said Valerie. Eun mouthed a word at her, and she corrected herself. "Yes, mistress."

"There's going to be some paid training." Eun's almond eyes slithered over to Mikayla now, smiling as though the girl might owe her some gratitude too. But, it was only a job.
"Which will keep your mother busy for a while, Kayla." Kayla- it was a student's name. Grace Pyon wielded it with purpose.
"Since things are getting so serious, let's you and us spend some time together."
"We can celebrate, this weekend."
"Let's get you some new clothes, to start. We'd like to buy you some nice things for your wardrobe."

"There's just one condition," Grace said. And when she said it, Valerie drank down a whole glass of wine with her grip shaking. Already she knew what was coming. "You would be our entertainment for the weekend. Instead of hiring a girl, or wearing your mother out, it's going to be you."
"Gracie thinks highly of you, Mikayla. She thinks you're this vivacious young woman. Are you?"
"In a sense, Kayla, we'd like to invite you into the bedroom," Grace said. "Doesn't that sound fun?"

 

[Submissive Pup]

Once Valerie had sat down, Mikayla picked up her fork and began eating again. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a home cooked meal from someone else other then herself cooking it. Valerie had take out most nights and Mikayla was forced to find her own food. As Eun began speaking, Mikayla looked over towards the woman before looking at the glass of wine in front of her. Valerie had never let her drink before, what was so special about it? She thought to herself.

“Thank you.....” Mikayla answered and picked her wine glass. First she smelt the wine then hesitated as she moved the glass to her little soft lips, sipping from the glass and getting a little taste. A soft pant escaped her lips and she lifted her glass again, taking a bigger mouthful, savouring the taste before placing the glass back down and continuing to eat her food.

Mikayla was pretty much finished as Eun gave her mother a job. Another hand out..... God she was such a whore. Mikayla thought to herself, rolling her eyes as she finished the food on her plate. She picked up her wine glass and began to drink the rest of her wine, that was until Eun called her ‘Kayla.’

Mikayla pulled the glass away from her lips and began coughing and choking on the wine for a moment, calming down soon after and listening to their plan for the weekend. “Sorry, not used to hearing people call me Kayla unless it’s my friends.” She answered softly. “Thank you, that.....” She paused as she looked around the room at the other women before looking back to Eun. “That’s really kind of you.” Mikayla added.

Of course there was a condition..... Mikayla thought to herself, before shaking her head once Eun and Grace finished. “Thanks but no thanks.” Mikayla answered then stood up. “For one, I don’t accept anything if there is a condition, that’s bribery.” Mikayla explained. “Second, I’m not interested in whatever weird, messed up relationship you two have with my mother..... if I could even call her that.” Mikayla added, looking to her Valerie as she did then turned her gaze back at both women. “Third, I’ll be hanging out with my boyfriend.”

Mikayla picked up the empty plates and dirty cutlery. “Enjoy your night.” She grumbled before walking out of the dinning room to the kitchen. She knew her mother wasn’t going to clean up, she never does so she turned the tap on and began filling the sink with warm soapy water. While the sink slowly filled, Mikayla gathered any other dirty dishes in the kitchen and stacked them by the sink. Once the sink was full, Mikayla turned the tap off and began washing the dishes, one by one.

 

[Genasi]

"What a killjoy," said Eun. Grace's hands slipped away from Valerie's shoulders. "You can be all morally upstanding if that makes you happy. It's the bed you've got to lie in now."
Valerie poured forth to stop them from leaving. There was so little leverage to gain over Eun's sleek dress and her limp fingers that she could not even pause their progress toward the door until Eun had her jacket back on, and Grace her fur coat. "Please."
"Please, what? She's your daughter," said Grace, trying to shake her sleeve from insistent grip.
"She's made it perfectly clear she won't play ball." Eun's arms came up under Valerie's to pry her away, a calm countenance pressed to ear trembling with rage and impotence. "We'll see you soon, Val."
"About the position?" Valerie asked.
"Oh. No." said Eun. "Of course not. I can't give away something like that to someone who hurt my Gracie's feelings."
"Enjoy the wine, you two," were the last words from Grace before they slipped out the door. But, eyes red, Valerie followed.

"I need to take care of my daughter," Valerie said.
This was plainly not a conversation Eun wished to have in the lot, for all the complex to listen in, but ultimately she had never been a woman of much shame. "It doesn't seem like she needs or wants any care from you."
"Please, I need this. I was counting on this. I've already started spending the money."
"On what?"
"Some things we can't live without. Four, five thousand."
All the breath drained out of Eun. "You should not have done that."
"I'll do anything to make it up to you," Valerie said, uncertainty in her voice, but doubled down. "Anything."
"You know we love you just the way you are." Eun stroked the tears from her face. "But that girl is a brat. I can't keep bailing you out if she's going to be like this. What kind of lesson is that to teach her?"
"You talk to her."
"And say what?"

In the end Valerie could not hold on tight enough to keep the gold sedan from pulling away, and into the night. She could not hold on tight enough to Mikayla. Everything turned to ash in her fingers, slipped away, gone. She was defeated as she returned to the apartment, and listened to the dishes clattering in wrist-deep water.

"We're not going to be able to eat for a while," Valerie said as she joined her daughter in the kitchen, and envied the busy work she had to take her mind off the future. "Or pay the phone bill. The rent is going to bounce, and when it does, I don't know what will happen. I don't know. Thank god you have an unsullied pussy to give that boyfriend of yours, though, Mikayla."

Bitter thoughts rushed into Valerie's mind, steamed. "It's going to be for the best if you move out," she said, and once begun, she could not stop herself. "Eun and Grace are the best thing to happen to me, and if you can't accept our love, I don't want you in this house. There's nothing for you."

 

[Submissive Pup]

As Mikayla washed the dishes, she could hear Valerie, her mother pleading to the two women and for a moment, she stopped, so she could listen to everything that was being said. Once the three of them were out of the apartment, Mikayla began feeling terrible.

‘Maybe I was overreacting?’ Mikayla thought to herself. ‘What have I done? All they wanted was for me to hang out with them for the weekend right? Maybe I assumed wrong?’ Mikayla thought to herself again.

Eventually Valerie entered the apartment, Mikayla listened to how they were going to struggle then listened to how Valerie was speaking about her moving out. “Where would I go though?” Mikayla asked as she finished washing the last dish.

“Wait here.” Mikayla said to her mother as she dried her hands then raced out of the door. Thankfully to leave the apartment car park Eun and Grace would of had to wait for the traffic light to change green. Mikayla ran over to the traffic lights and up to the gold vehicle still stuck at the red light, where she quickly tapped on Grace’s side window.

“I’m sorry Grace and Eun, can you pull over somewhere so we can talk? I overreacted, mom needs you both, can we talk or can you come back?” Mikayla pleaded with the women, she knew better then to lean on someone’s vehicle so she just bent forward so she could see both woman revealing a slight view down her boob tube top.

 

[Genasi]

Grace's window came down. Was it something Valerie said to her, in those scant moments, to bring Mikayla out on foot into the night?
"In this neighborhood, not a chance," said Eun. "Come on, hop in. We're not going to bite."
"Where can we take her?"
"Just around." But this answer didn't seem to satisfy, so Eun gave it another try. "We'll go and pick up another bottle for your mother, and if everything goes right, it's going to come with a card saying congrats on the new job. Come on, hop in."
The back unlocked for Mikayla. Eun waited for their guest to get secure, and under the auspice of a green light, coast quiet into the night lights.

"Valerie never told me you have a boyfriend," Grace said to her, a gaze in the mirror. "When we met, she was looking for someone to take care of her. We talked about your needs, but I never got to know you very well. This weekend was going to be about changing that."
"Mm," said Eun, "Let's wait on meeting the boyfriend, though."
"I don't mind if he comes, too."
"If he comes...?" Eun stole a glance at her as they drove. "You almost struck out with this one, that might be reaching a little too far. Mikayla, your boyfriend doesn't need to go shopping with us. He will be fine playing Mario Kart."
"Either way, it's going to be a date. Eun and I are going to want one thing from you. If your boyfriend tags along for emotional support, he's just got to be comfortable with that. And if not, he doesn't ever need to know."
"Gracie, I don't want him there."
"We could treat him another time, then. Is he kind of a gentle boy, who might take pegging?"
"Gracie!"

Every city block seemed to have a liquor shop. When Eun finally picked one, it was in the style of a trendy market, nestled between shops closed for the night. The gold sedan parked, and she waited a while with it idling, running silent.
"You're a sharp girl, no doubt you've picked up this relationship is all about sex." Eun turned to face Mikayla now. "And my lovely wife is just titillated by the whole mother-daughter thing."
"I am," said Grace.

"You can think that's weird, or wrong, but life is full of choices like that. All the shareholders get what they want. We take care of you and your mother, and you get..." Eun inspected herself in the mirror a moment. "The hottest cougars you're ever going to meet fawning over you while everybody watches. They are going to be so jealous of you, Mikayla. You're going to feel amazing."

"So, what's it going to be? Do we go in and get your mom a gift, or do I turn around and take you home?"

 

[Submissive Pup]

Mikayla held her breath for a moment, thinking that the women wouldn’t give her a chance. Raising her eye brow, Mikayla wondered why Eun had told her to climb into the car but that question was soon answered before she could even ask. “Okay.... thank you.”

Mikayla stepped back to the rear passenger door, opened it and climbed in, buckling her seatbelt as soon as she closed the door. “I never told mom, besides, I’ve only been with the guy since last Tuesday, it’s a new relationship.” Mikayla explained.

“Well I mean if you’re going to be in my mother’s life, getting to know both of you then I think it won’t be so bad.” Mikayla answered before she looked at the pair confused. ‘What is pegging?’ Mikayla thought to herself as it seemed to ruffle up some feathers between the two.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll tell Michael that I’ll hang out with him another time.” Mikayla answered as Eun parked up out the front of a liquor store. Mikayla had no idea that the relationship was all about sex and was shocked to hear the words.

Mikayla didn’t want to believe what she was hearing..... ‘They can’t be serious? No, they’re messing with me surely.’ Mikayla again thought to herself. “I....” Mikayla hesitated, seeming to be lost for words. “You’re messing with me aren’t you?” Mikayla asked, her cheeks flushing a light pink.

Mikayla blushed even deeper when she heard that it wasn’t a joke and it was all one hundred percent legit and before she kicked up a stink about the situation, Mikayla thought back to what her mother said. ‘Surely mom wouldn’t let this happen? I’ll have to talk to her later.’

Mikayla didn’t want to give a straight answer, instead she decided to answer the last question to indicate the result. “Can..... Can you get her a gift? I kinda ruined dinner so I.....” Mikayla paused for a moment. “She needs that job Eun, she’s been looking for so long and been losing hope.” She finally answered, as she looked into her lap while fiddling with her fingers.

 

[Genasi]

"I know she does." The sedan door opened for Mikayla, and Eun's hand was there like a gentlewoman to assist her with the mild step out. This night was not about Valerie, anymore. The attention centered squarely on Mikayla, from here on out. Eun's jacket stretched to shield her from the cool night breeze. Grace's fingers interrupted her fretting to give her something to touch, something human and calming. "The job is mine to give. I could have an absolute professional in the position amplifying my every output, making me look amazing. Or, I could take a chance on your mom. The key here is you, Mikayla. Valerie will forgive me if she doesn't land the job. We'll still be here for her. But, it's going to cost her. It's going to keep on costing her forever, or it's going to cost you for a little while to land her a sweet job."

Inside, in the warm air, strangers moved slow through wood paneling in the style of a castle wine cellar, handling sleek long necks from lattice racks and murmuring over island displays in raw wood, rich liquors in gold and amber and dark nut.
"Let's take a look around," said Grace. "I'll help you pick out something extra special, and we can talk about it."
"Your mom likes the Crystal, or Reserve, but nothing in blown glass sculpture. That's tacky."
"Check the back corner," suggested Grace. "Over here."

A selection relatively unpawed was where Grace steered her. Without any accompanying collection, esoteric to the weekend consumer, the bottles had been left to age and accumulated dust in glass recesses. The labels were faint, and the tags difficult to read with Eun and Grace's shadows crowding in, hip to hip with Mikayla.
"Whatever catches your eye, Kayla. I'll pay for it," said Grace. That name again, and it was no accident. A luxurious fur sleeve crossed the small of Mikayla's back to rest on her far hip. This was the payment she took for buying an expensive present for Valerie, and mending the damaged bond between mother and daughter. Her transaction, a hand on Mikayla's butt. What made Grace happy also made Eun happy. "That's very nice. When you walk in the door with this, all will be forgiven."

Eun was ready for them at the checkout with a bottle of her own. It came so easily for her to pay for everything that she seemed to have forgotten already by the time the money changed hands. "There is one thing you can help me with," she said to the clerk, "Where can we get poppers around here?"
"Poppers?" he asked. Eun made a measurement with her fingers. "Oh, we don't sell those here. You shouldn't take them with alcohol."
"And when someone comes in asking, where do you suggest they look?"
"You might try, um, Our Pink Paradise." He gave her the directions to a place not far from there, but deep, deep back hidden from the spying eyes of traffic. Eun committed it to memory.
The gift was Mikayla's to carry. Eun and Grace walked her back to the car, and opened the door for her. "You don't mind one quick stop, do you?"

 

[Submissive Pup]

Mikayla watched as both females climbed out of the vehicle, her passenger door opening a short time later with Eun’s hand being offered to her. With a soft little sigh, Mikayla took her hand and climbed out, huddling against Eun as she wrapped a part of her jacket around her while Grace held her hand now. “Thank you Eun and Grace.” Mikayla said in her soft and sweet tone, holding Grace’s hand back, walking with the pair inside the bottle shop. ‘I’m the key? What does that mean?’ Mikayla thought to herself, releasing Grace’s hand once inside and stepping out of Eun’s jacket to look around. It was the first time she had ever stepped inside a bottle shop before.

Mikayla looked up at Grace, giving her a nod, she walked around the store with her. “Thank you Grace.” Mikayla answered and listened to her suggestions. “Okay.” She answered again, following Grace over to the bottles of wine that her mother liked. Listening to Grace again, Mikayla couldn’t help but to blush slightly as she used her nickname once again.

“Thank you Grace.” Mikayla answered once her head had turned to look up at the female again for a moment, shyly. She turned her attention back to the bottles of wine and felt Grace’s hand on the small of her back, causing her to pause in her tracks for a moment. After Mikayla began looking at the price tags, she didn’t want the females to have to pay too much for the bottle. Mikayla found the cheaper bottle out of the ones that Grace suggested and as she reached for the bottle, she again stopped in her tracks as she felt Grace’s hand shift to her backside. Mikayla’s eyes opened wide for a moment, again keeping her mouth shut, she grabbed the bottle of wine and brushed off the dust then looked up towards Grace. “This one.” Mikayla said softly, the blush in her cheeks darker. “I hope so, just wish I could pay for it rather then rely on you and Eun, but thank you.” Mikayla answered walking back to the counter with Grace.

Once at the counter, Mikayla stood there quietly and listened to Eun speak with the store clerk. ‘Poppers?’ Mikayla thought to herself, having no idea what they were talking about. Once the wine was paid for, Mikayla took the bag that the wine had been placed in. “Thank you so much.” Mikayla mentioned softly as they walked back out to the car, climbing into the backseat once again when the door opened for her. Mikayla looked up at Eun and Grace, shaking her head softly. “No, I don’t mind.” She answered sweetly then buckled her seat belt up.

Once the pair were in the car and it was moving again, Mikayla looked out the window. “Eun?” She paused for a moment. “Earlier you said that I was the key? That it would only cost me a little while rather then costing mom longer?” Mikayla turned to look into the rear vision mirror to look into Eun’s eyes. “You’re talking about sex aren’t you?” She asked softly, the bottle in her lap and fingers fidgetting again.

 

[Genasi]

"Mm?" Eun was leaning forward, peering out over the dash in search of the place, distracted from the question. She needed time to replay in her head what Mikayla had said, as she made the turn. "Sex, yes. What did you think we've been talking about?"
She looked to Grace, and received only a shrug in answer.
"Yes, we want to have sex with you. Both of us, together. At the same time." There was music coming from up ahead. Thumping bass, kaleidoscopic electronica, wolf whistle and moaned lyric in German, scrambled up and down by an overactive DJ. Through smoke, colored lights.
"I thought you realized that back at the house. What did you think we were talking about, when you stormed out?" Eun examined her in the mirror. Confused. "Did you think I wanted you to be my maid?"

There was a patrol car in the lot out front, just sitting there. Inside there was no catastrophe unfolding, only Friday night cheers. A joy boy and a twink came stumbling into the sights of the sedan's headlights, and Eun stopped sudden. Laughing, they tapped the gold hood, and continued into the lot. Eun found it best to park, then.

The patrol car was right in Mikayla's sights as Eun stopped the sedan and twisted in her leather seat to see the young woman's face.
"No, I want to kiss you." Fingers ran up the side of her face, pushed back straight black hair, black as ink. The tip of her pinkie played between thought ful lips. "I want to put my fingers in your mouth." There was nothing to prevent Mikayla from getting out, right then. Eun wanted her to be aware of that choice, and the choice she was making to stay and listen. "How would you make love to her, Gracie?"

Now Grace turned, too, to lock eyes with Mikayla. "We'd have to get you out of those clothes, and into something that makes you feel sexy."
"Yeah," said Eun.
"A school uniform."
"Ooh, I like this."
"With no panties and a locking collar."
"Gracie, wow."
"If you're naughty, I'll give you that spanking you never got in school."
Eun squirmed at the edge of her seat.
"But if you're nice and kiss my toes, I'm going to fill you up to the brink with love and hold you all night between us."

It took Eun a moment to shake that off. "I'll just pop inside," she said, opening the door and letting the un-tss un-tss un-tss rhythm in. "You girls talk about this."

Leather creaked, and Grace's stocking-hugged legs stretched across into the driver's seat to better study Mikayla. "Have you heard your mother at night, through those thin walls? Have you ever been...curious?" Grace asked. "About how it could be, with an experienced woman."

 

[Submissive Pup]

“O....okay.” She answered nervously, swallowing the saliva that had built up inside her mouth, blushing from Eun’s bluntness. “I just wanted to make sure.” Mikayla answered. “That’s all.” She sighed softly and looked out the side window. ‘Definitely going to have to speak to mom about this.....’ Mikayla thought to herself as she looked over to the house with the bumping, thumping music.

As the car stopped suddenly, Mikayla jolted forward, placing her hands on the back of the seat in front of her, gasping softly. She looked to the front of the car and noticed the two guys walking past, jumping startled from the tap on the hood of the car. “Where are we?” Mikayla asked softly, looking around to notice the patrol vehicle.

Mikayla turned her attention back to Eun as she twisted in her seat, looking at the Koren woman’s face. Mikayla hadn’t been kissed by another female before so when she heard Eun, Mikayla’s eyes widened and she blushed deeply once again. All this talk was starting to become too much for her. The pressure that her mother had put her under plus the fact that Eun probably wouldn’t give Valerie the job if Mikayla didn’t go through with this was backing her into a corner.

Mikayla looked back into Grace’s eyes as she turned in her chair now. Listening to the back and forth conversation the pair had, listening to what Grace would do. ‘Spanking I never got in school? Kiss her toes? What?’ She thought, not believing what she was hearing.

“I thought I was good in school?” Mikayla answered softly then watched Eun exit the vehicle, the loud music only louder until the door closed once again. She disregarded everything Grace asked and instead looked back into the female’s eyes. “Why are you and Eun doing this?” She asked softly. “I mean, I understand that everyone has their ticks, but you’re married to Eun and you’re both dating my mom. Why......” Mikayla asked softly, pausing for a moment. “Why me? Don’t you have enough?” She asked, fiddling with her fingers out of nervousness. “I feel like I’ve been backed into a corner by the three of you.”

 

[Genasi]

"Eun is my wife," Grace said. "You could say I love her more than I can bear. Deeper than the stars in the sky. When someone so completes you that you would be half a person without them, that's Eun."

"Your mother..." Grace considered the many definitions of that word, love, and decided to start over again. "Eun and I like to get off. We're very good at it. And when we both like the same woman, all three of us are in for a real thrill. It doesn't usually last very long, but things became more complicated with your mother. I shouldn't talk about it. Let's talk about you, instead."

"You were fine in school." Grace smiled at her. "Don't be so literal, Kayla. We're talking dirty, we're having a flirt. I'd love to get you hot and bothered for me. See what your fingers are doing, there."
Digit twirled to encompass the whole litany of nervous motions squirming out of Mikayla's hands.
"You don't know what to do with that energy. I know what to do with it, Kayla. I'd be delighted to put your energy to work-"

In a heartbeat Eun returned to the car. She shooed Grace's legs out of her seat with a "tsk," and deposited a bag in the back, beside Mikayla's seat. When it spilled over there were little bottles, like energy drink or vanilla extract, bearing such vague labels as Hecate, Follow Me Boy, and Fly By Wire.
"Did my best girls have a good chat?" asked Eun. She breathed deep, and then it was too late to evacuate the car. She kicked up dust peeling out, and picked up speed getting back to the main road. "I'm ready for tonight."
"She doesn't mean you, Kayla. That's for this weekend." Grace seatbelted, and reached across to help Eun into hers, while her wife stretched strangely and made cat claws against the steering wheel. But by the time they reached the road, Eun was stable again.
"This weekend, that's good news. Can I call you Kayla then? It's cute. You're cute." One hand waved. "I changed my mind, you can bring your cheeto finger boyfriend if you like. You can watch me put a dimple in his lil white bread prostate."

Grace burst out laughing. It was clear from her duck down into the seat she knew it was wrong to laugh, but she and Eun were too much cut from the same cloth. They were the same kind of monster.

The way home went faster, with so little traffic left on the road, with so much else on the mind. That white compact had been towed by the time they returned to Valerie's apartment, and it pleased Eun on a spiritual level to park in the space she felt entitled to. But Mikayla was not just to be dropped off, as she might have wanted. Eun and Grace followed her to the door, goodies in hand.

There was no answer, at first, to Grace's knock. A second time, she tried. But there was Valerie's old Nissan, her only aging conveyance, and Grace's nudge found the door unlocked. Valerie was there on the couch, empty bottle of wine, a disaster run aground.
"Aw," said Grace. "Look how cute. Let's take this to the bedroom, Eun. Something tells me Val needs a little TLC."

 

[Submissive Pup]

“I’m yet to experience that kind of love.” Mikayla answered looking down into her lap as her hands continued to fidget nervously, after hearing how much Grace explained what Eun meant to her.

Mikayla lifted her heard and pierced her gaze into Grace’s eyes as she mentioned her mother. Mikayla was curious as to why things become more complicated and was curious as to why she wouldn’t speak about it. She hated when someone would mention something but not continue to talk further about it, it was like watching an episode of your favourite show and they leave you on a cliff hanger at the end of the episode.

As Grace changed the subject though, Mikayla blushed and turned her gaze back to her lap as her hands continued fidgeting nervously. “I’m not an expect with..... with flirting, I find it hard to know when someone is flirting or not, I’m only sixteen after all.” Mikayla answered nervously, turning her attention back to Grace’s face, blushing more as Grace explained what she knew to do with her fingers. Mikayla moved her hands and lent her elbow against the door, leaning her head against her hand to try and move the focus away from them.

Mikayla turned her head as the door opened and watched Eun climb back in with a bag of something that was placed beside her. ‘Her girls?’ Mikayla asked herself and before she knew it the car took off down the road and back to the main road. Mikayla still didn’t realise what was in the bag, even after reading the labels.

“Uh.....um sure, if you’d like to call me Kayla, my friends call me that.” Mikayla explained, blushing shyly when Eun complimented her. Mikayla raised her eye brow as they spoke about her boyfriend and prostate. “I..... I think he’d rather hang out with his friends.” Mikayla answered then looked out the window.

Once they reached the apartment, she was expecting the pair to continue on driving, but in a way she was glad they got out, hopefully it would cheer her mother up. Mikayla grabbed the bottle of wine and walked up to the apartment door where Grace knocked on the door.

There wasn’t an answer. When the door was nudged and the pair walked in, Mikayla followed and found her mother practically passed out on the couch with a wine bottle in hand. “Do you need a hand to take her to the room? What is in the bag for the weekend?” Mikayla asked curiously.

 

[Genasi]

"She wants to take responsibility for her mother." For Eun, for Grace, this seemed significant. Between the two of them, there was surely enough muscle to move Valerie to her bed. Instead, Grace took one end, and Eun stood by, doing nothing, to give Mikayla that opportunity.
"Yes, give me a hand."

Even as teacher and student each took an end and wobbled into the hall, Valerie was not about to wake. When she lay there on the bed, disheveled from carrying, Eun sat beside her, taking off her heels, and her jacket, exactly the way she'd intended the night to go.
"This?" She took out the liquor she'd purchased just before, a dark gold bourbon with a stallion in glass relief. "Some of it is for you. You didn't have much wine."
She set it down on the nightstand, and examined Mikayla's face. "You mean the rest of it, the nitro." Then to Grace, "She wants to know about them."

The lights shut off except for a dim lamp by the bed, creating a huddle just big enough for Eun and Grace and Mikayla and Valerie's sleepy murmur. She might not approve of what Eun took from the bag and handed to Mikayla, label of Follow Me Boy and cartoon of flirty backside, breezy skirt hiked just an inch by playful fingers. WARNINGS ran up the sides and back, but the fluid contents remained protected behind tamper-proof plastic choked all the way up over the cap. There was no way to open them except scissors or an act of animal desperation.

"You can keep that one, Kayla. It's not too intense. It's going to relax you all over."
"Don't drink it," said Grace.
"Right, you don't drink them. You open it up, cup it to your nose, and breathe in deep, like this." Eun demonstrated with the sealed bottle of Hecate, crackling purple lightning and pentagram on the smaller bottle, promising wicked black magic.
"It's going to give you a rush, and electrify your experiences for a while. The deep relaxation lasts longer than the animal heat, with Follow Me Boy. You're going to want to keep breathing it in while you masturbate."

Grace's fur coat came off, her heels came off. She sat on the edge of the bed to escort her black stockings down sleek legs. They were staying the night.
"Do you have a vibrator, Kayla?" Grace asked. Her earrings came out, and clicked on the nightstand.
Eun's a-line formal dress, shimmering and silver, started to come up over her head. Jut womanly hips revealed, and the crushed girth of her Korean cock tucked along the snug band of her silver panties, almost clear across the top of her thigh, cruelly trapped but peeking through the lace. Her breasts came unfettered when the dress lifted off completely. They were smaller than Grace's, unbashful, ready for action. Into bed with Valerie she climbed. They were going to sandwich her, Mikayla's mother.
"I'll buy you a nice one this weekend and show you how to use it." Grace was ready to undress, too. But she waited, giving Mikayla a chance to scurry off, before she did.

 

[Submissive Pup]

As Eun stood back, Mikayla assisted Grace when she was told to do so, lifting the opposite end of her mother with a slight grunt, her and Grace wobbled Valerie down the hall to her bedroom. Finally, Valerie was on the bed and after a soft couple of pants, Mikayla had recovered.

Eun had undressed almost completely while Mikayla was there. “N.... No..... No I uh, don’t have a vibrator.” Mikayla answered after hearing her questions being answered, she held the small bottle in her hand, looking down at the label. “Goodnight.” Mikayla scurried out of the room. ‘Eun has a cock?’ Mikayla thought to herself, confused slightly while walking into her room.

She closed her door behind her and walked to her bed, placing the small bottle of Follow Me Boy on her bedside table. She stripped her boob tube top from her frame and slipped a sports bra onto her chest to conceal her c cup breasts. Mikayla then slipped out of her skirt and slipped on a pair of booty shorts before climbing into bed.

Looking at the small bottle, Mikayla decided to leave it for now, finally yawning and laying down, turning onto her side. She faced the wall, reaching back and turning the lamp off beside her bed and falling asleep soon after.

The next morning, Mikayla woke up around nine. It was school holiday’s thankfully meaning Mikayla could sleep in as much as she wanted, with a yawn and a stretch she climbed out of her bed, ran her fingers through her hair then left her room. She walked to the bathroom, turned the tap of the shower on and closed the bathroom door.

Making sure there was a clean towel for herself after her shower, Mikayla stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the shower, sighing as the hot water ran down her body. After washing her slim frame, shaving her legs, arms, armpits and between her legs, Mikayla washed her hair then turned the shower off, wrapped the towel around herself and walked back to her room.

She dried herself off, slipped into a pink bra and matching g-string then slipped into a pink and white summer frilly dress. After brushing her long blonde hair, she tied it up into a messy ponytail. Returning to the bathroom, Mikayla hung the towel back up and brushed her teeth before walking down to the kitchen.

 

[Genasi]

Legs stretched long across the small kitchen, Eun's and Grace's, where they waited for the one shower. Either woman wore a baggy shirt from Valerie's closet, which would have been loose on anyone in the apartment but round Eun dangled like a toga.
"Your mom is sleeping in this morning," Grace murmured, in tune with how sound traveled through the small apartment. "It was a nice thing you did for her."
"A responsible thing," said Eun.
"Did you try some of the, ah..." Grace measured out with her fingers about the size of the bottle they'd slipped her the night before, the Follow Me Boy. "Last night?"
"I crashed, I went right to sleep. Today I'm going to want all my energy." Eun nuzzled in, put her kiss to Mikayla's temple.
Grace was on the other side, almost the same intimate huddle they'd found with mother. Fingers pushed into Mikayla's hair. In a tidy gather she undid the hasty ponytail, and pulled to help Mikayla with one more fashionable. The difference in Grace's commanding fingers, pulling blonde hair almost from the root, was night and day.

This was how they controlled. Eun's knee was between Mikayla's. Breath spilled down collar so frilly and airy in the slightest breeze. Grace's soft hands pulled, demanding, the hard edge of her fingernails against warm showered scalp. Then the band fastened, and Grace luxuriated the conditioned feel of long hair through her fingers as she let Mikayla slip away.
"Mmm, that body wash," said Eun. "I'm going to get ready. Your mom is under the weather, so maybe let her sleep. Leave her a note, so she won't worry."

Eun and Grace went into the shower together. The door did not close. Old shirts heaped on the floor, and two bodies shared the streaming water while the heat was still perfect, still wanting to bubble forth. A little sound echoed a long way in the confines of the shower, amplified by bathroom tile into the apartment hall. The squick of soapy bodies, the yearning moan of scrubbing down to tender spring freshness, a splash of Grace pivoting round Eun in toe-deep water.
"What should we do first?" Grace asked her wife.
"Kayla, are you there?"
"No, I think she's keeping herself busy."

Soon they were dry, and loose in the apartment. Eun hunted down a pair of skinny fit jeans and slim front seam top which lent her the shaped proportions of a doll. Grace shimmied into slacks and a button-up white shirt, a thin sweater over so she could roll back the sleeves and look every bit the schoolteacher when the glasses slipped on. The heels from the night before suited just fine, killer stilettos with a piercing click either woman was trained from birth to master. Into Eun's purse pushed the little bottles of Hecate, Fly By Wire, and Bum Rush too, as though they might need them on the go, out in public. And then, time was up. Mikayla's escorts stood ready at the door. There was no need for jackets or coats with broad daylight shining and the warm press of the crowds watching, judging.
"Let's get you a vibrator first," Grace said, "so we can use it in the changing rooms."

 

[Submissive Pup]

As Mikayla stepped out of her room once dressing herself, she bumped into Grace and Eun in the hallway. “Oh, good morning.” Mikayla said sweetly but also surprised to see them still there. “Alright, I figured she would be, she usually does when she drinks that much.” Mikayla answered, wanting to desperately speak to her mother about all this, but appeared that she wouldn’t be able to get the chance, probably not until after the weekend. Mikayla looked to Grace’s eyes then to Eun as the told her that she did a good thing the night before with her mother. “Yeah, well she’s a pain in the ass, but I’ll still help her when she needs me to.”

Mikayla looked back to Grace, blushing softly and shaking her head. “N.no, I was too tired so I just fell asleep.” She answered slightly nervous. The two women closed in on her and she tensed up slightly, feeling Grace place a soft kiss to her temple and Eun’s knee between her own knees, a deep blush formed in Mikayla’s cheeks. Remembering what she saw between Eun’s legs last night only made her slightly more nervous.

“I....I hope you both slept good.” Mikayla said, trying the distract the pair of them. It didn’t appear useful though as Grace pulled the hair tie from her hair and began running her fingers through it. Mikayla kept her head still as she felt Grace lightly pull at her hair while Eun lightly breathed against Mikayla’s neck. The action’s sent shivers through Mikayla’s spine like crazy until her hair was tied into a more fashionable ponytail and the two women stepped back. Mikayla nodded in response. “Okay, I’ll write one now.” She answered then walked towards the kitchen.

As the two women began showering, Mikayla found a piece of paper and began neatly writing out a note, explaining that she had gone out with Eun and Grace, that she was sure that the woman would be in contact with her later and if not, Mikayla would call her later if she wasn’t home soon then left the note on the kitchen counter.

As she waited, Mikayla grabbed a banana and ate it for breakfast. Once it was gone she poured herself a glass of juice taking a sip at it before placing the glass back down. Mikayla walked to the front door and grabbed her flip flops from the shoe rack, slipped them on and walked back to the counter, picking up the glass once again and drinking the rest.

Mikayla looked to the hallway and watched Eun and Grace walk out and head towards the front door. Mikayla rinsed out the glass and placed it in the dish drainer before walking towards the woman. Pausing a moment when a vibrator was mentioned. “In the change room? Isn’t that too public?” She asked shyly. As Grace and Eun left the apartment, Mikayla followed, locking the front door behind her before walking down to the gold coloured vehicle still parked in the lot, climbing into the back seat and buckling her seatbelt up.

 

[Genasi]

"Is it too public?" Grace asked her as they started driving.
"The changing rooms are by definition private," said Eun.
Grace's nasty intentions betrayed through her smile. It began to creep out little by little, and once her mind was spinning up plans, it was there to stay. "You've got a little hangup, don't you Kayla?"
"Sounds like we need to go hard on public play all weekend."
So many times in such a short span they were making Mikayla squirm. Eun seemed to enjoy it. For once, she and Grace were in the front seat fidgeting now. Filled with anxious energy dreaming about the possibilities, becoming daring with what a good citizen could get away with, what onlookers might let them get away with, and where. But it wasn't the exhibitionism itself that delighted, as their many glances back in the mirror told. It was the way it promised to make Mikayla feel which was so devilish.

It went on this way until they reached the first stop. There was a shop by itself, separated from the others joined all in a row, the pariah. Glowing letters tantalized in colors meant for bedroom satin, Jazmine's, but through windows veiled in harem curtains the merchandise and clientele remained a mystery. The parking was, customarily, off to the side and discreet from traffic. When Eun and Grace stepped from the car, it was immediately time to dote on Mikayla.
"Let's go inside."
The words were gentle, the hands buoying her courage from behind were soft but insistent. At her own pace she should take these steps, but under no circumstances were she allowed to turn back. There was no getting out of this deal.

The inside was partitioned into little alcoves where the shy could disappear into shelves upon shelves of lovely little packages of pleasure. Cameras did the watching from above while the woman at the counter, before a rich mosaic of the filthiest and highest definition blu-ray releases, did her assigned college calculus reading.
Grace passed between two confident mannequins modeling the skimpiest holiday costumes, leading Mikayla by the hand down the rabbit hole of sleek long boxes, clean and white and sealed in plastic.
"I'd like to buy you a bullet," said Grace. She held a windowed box before her sweater to display a perfectly smooth, silver vibrator for Mikayla. It was a little thick, for a beginner. "This one is for your butt. It runs very quietly, so we can play in public."
Eun lingered outside the aisle, flipping boxes in her hands in search of new hedonistic delights.

"And, if you're good this weekend, we'll give you a rabbit." Grace showed her another like a twist of ginger root, one fat prong and the other short with two little nubs. "This longer part fills up your pussy," she said, tracing the shape, demonstrating for the class. "And the rabbit nuzzles your clit at the same time. It's going to change your world, so we'll get the very best they have."
The box she waggled was well in the triple digits. "If you're good."
"This is the egg, it's a remote for public play," Grace showed her. "And the hook on this one is for -concentrated- g-spot stimulation. It's supposed to make you squirt, but, ah-" She rolled her eyes. "I don't know about that."
The last one she pointed out on the bottom shelf, because her arms were already full. It had serious heft and bulk to it. Batteries alone would not power this beast- it needed an outlet. "That one is the Hitachi wand. You're going to ride it cowgirl."

Again Eun led her by the hand to the checkout, where the whole collection could be tallied. This and that Grace added to the total, while the cashier examined Mikayla's face. "Aren't you a lucky girl. How will you be paying?"
Eun handed her the card. Her left hand tickled up the back hem of Mikayla's sun dress drape, and snaked down the small of her back to discover her bold g-string. A smile pressed to her ear. "Kayla, you wonderful girl," she whispered. And even if the woman behind the counter didn't notice, the cameras caught it all.

 

[Submissive Pup]

"Well....." Mikayla paused as Eun started speaking, blushing softly as she explained. "I know.... I just...." Mikayla paused again, deciding not the argue her point as it would probably wouldn't change anything or any of their plans. Mikayla squirmed n her seat as she listened to the pair, her hands fiddled in her lap like crazy from nervousness, she wasn't sure what to do or say, it had actually begun to slightly stress her out. Mikayla had no idea exactly what the pair had planned for her but already she wasn't overly happy about the whole ordeal.

As they reached their first stop, Mikayla looked out the window and noticed the sign. 'Jazmines.' Her eyes wondered down to the windows which were covered by curtains. Her curiosity was peaking, but an overwhelming feeling continued to wash over her. The vehicle parked off to the side in a discreet parking lot and as the two women stepped out, Mikayla remained in her seat until the door opened. Mikayla looked out the open door and gave a gentle nod, reaching around to unbuckle her seat belt before stepping out in front of them. She walked with Grace and Eun inside, feeling a hand from each on her back ushering her in and feeling a sense that she couldn't turn back even if she wanted too.

Once inside, Mikayla's eyes widened out of shock. The rows upon rows of sexually explicit toys, high definition blu-ray discs. Again, Eun stayed behind and Mikayla's hand was being pulled along by Grace. Mikayla wasn't resisting as she followed, her eyes glued to the copious amounts of adult toys. It was unusual for a sixteen year old to be found in an adult shop. "A bullet?" Mikayla asked, turning to look at Grace and peering into the small window on the box that she had held out. "My what?!" Mikayla called out without meaning too but due to the pure shock of what Grace had said it was for, Mikayla couldn't help it. Instantly she regretted it, blushing deeply as people in the store looked in her direction, noticing the small laugh from Grace and hearing the laugh from Eun. "I'm sorry." Mikayla whispered.

Mikayla looked to the next thing that Grace pointed out, still stunned from the purpose of the bullet to completely acknowledge what Grace was saying but eventually snapped out of it after taking in a deep breath to calm down again. Mikayla ran her fingers slowly through her hair as Grace continued speaking about the rabbit, the blush in Mikayla's cheeks never budged and stayed potent in her cheeks. Mikayla looked at the egg for a moment as Grace spoke about that next then looked down to the wand. "I'm going to what? Ride it?" Mikayla questioned, she was such a rookie compared to Grace it seemed, the woman did have a few years on her after all.

Mikayla grabbed the box for the wand as Grace's hands were full and followed her back to the counter where Eun was waiting. She tried to avoid eye contact with the cashier but when the comment was made, Mikayla couldn't help but to look at the woman, blushing shyly. "I.....I guess so." Mikayla answered having no idea why she was lucky. The cashier did, the cashier knew how much 'fun' Mikayla would be having as did Grace and Eun. Mikayla felt Eun's snake up and down her back, feeling the warm breath of Eun as she whispered into her ear, slowly Mikayla turned her head to Eun, still blushing. "Wonderful?" She asked then remembered she had worn the g-string. "Oh..." Mikayla answered then gave a little smile. "I figured you and Grace might like it." She whispered. The items were paid for and the female behind the counter had neatly placed the items into a large bag then handed it to Mikayla. Shyly she took the bag, looked inside at all of the new toys then closed the bag and looked to the woman behind the counter again. "Um, thank you." Mikayla answered softly before looking up to Eun and Grace. "What now?"

 

[Genasi]

I figured you and Grace might like it.
Right there, in the no man's land between cashier and exit where lingering was most awkward, Eun kissed Mikayla. That her arms were leaden carrying bags of glossy new toys made her fight harder to bring Mikayla to her mouth, like a shackled prisoner teased with water. She drank in the insecurities she'd seen screwed into Mikayla's lap by twisting hands, asked the girl half her age to work them out orally on practiced lips. Her hot-blooded intentions could not be clearer, but if it were some sentimental reassurance called love Mikayla needed, there was none of that. It was a purely sexual kiss, firm tongue into tenderness, lips dragging shyness into claiming suckle.

The cashier watched this happen with an impish little smile, the smile of a voyeur seeing it all surreal like the fetish films lining the wall behind her. Of course she knew. Any doubt about what was happening here could only last while Grace waited breath to breath for her turn at Mikayla's mouth. It must have disappeared when Mikayla was passed from kiss to kiss, still tasting of Eun, and then tasting of Grace back to Eun.
"Now the weekend starts," Grace answered, and the both of them pulled Mikayla along.
"Have fun," the cashier told them.

Grace was opening up the bullet by the time they were back in the car. Her head was down in her work, freeing it from the packaging and bringing it to life for its one task of pleasuring her girlfriend's daughter.
"I want to awaken your inner sex goddess," Eun said as they began to drive. Her body was forward over the steering wheel like a hunting hawk. "None of that sweet sixteen princess bullshit, no casual comfort, no jeans and t-shirt. When you wear something that tickles your body just right and hangs off you like a dream, it's going to change your whole perspective."

They took her to another shop which was just a name, Aleksandra's, a boutique set back in small curving windows from commanding white facade. Grace switched the bullet on as they parked, and handed it back into Mikayla's hands so she could experience it thrumming down through her wrists. It ran so quiet, it could not hide even what breath escaped when it set to work in Mikayla's palms.
"Relax, it's okay. You can do this," said Grace. "We're going to go in there and try on some things, and help you get to know your body."
Smooth silver bullet was left to warm in Mikayla's hands a long while before Grace took it back, and powered it down to stow in her purse for rapid deployment.

Inside the floors were hardwood and met Eun's heels and Grace's in a powerful, posture-straightening grab for attention. Displays laid out like scenes of fantasy featured tight-bodied mannequins in fashions for the club, for the yacht, for that private beach getaway in the Bahamas. As much waxed leg as allowed by law, that was the style, and arms tangled up in nymph shawls for a sensual flower of the fairer sex who needed not her hands for anything, and dangling barely-there open back tops, plunging necklines into leggy high-waisted skirts, long queenly drapes held round the bosom with great trust or naivete.

Eun allowed the sales associate to pounce on her, so that Grace and Mikayla could peruse the styles at leisure and explore whatever fantasy called to Mikayla's young heart.
"Let's get you in something sexy," said Grace. "What do want to feel against your skin?"

 

[Submissive Pup]

Mikayla was in shock, the moment Eun's lips touched hers, Mikayla's eyes opened wide and she froze. Reluctantly Mikayla returned Eun's kiss, there was nothing she could do, even if she wanted to move back, Grace was standing right there with a hand from both women on her back while her hands carried the bags filled with new glossy toys. Mikayla was confused, the woman's lips were soft and much more delicate then those of her boyfriend and it actually made her enjoy the kiss more with Eun. Once the kiss was broken, Mikayla opened her eyes slowly, panting softly a couple times before her head was forced to turn to the other side, another set of lips pressing against hers.

Like the kiss with Eun, the kiss with Grace was just as soft and delicate, though both women had almost immediately shoved their tongue's into her mouth, Mikayla knew that it wasn't a 'love' kiss and more of a sexual kiss, the women showing her how much they wanted her. Still, Mikayla returned Grace's kiss before being passed back to Eun, listening to Grace's statement about the weekend starting. Once Eun broke away, ending the kiss, Mikayla panted and blushed heavily. She didn't respond to the cashier and instead quickly walked out of the shop and back to the car and as soon as it was unlocked, Mikayla rushed in and buckled her seat belt.

"You're opening the bullet now?" Mikayla asked, her cheeks still pink from blushing while looking at Grace in the front seat before turning her attention to Eun as she spoke of her outfit. "Okay? So what did you have in mind then?" Mikayla asked Eun except there was no response and she just assumed that she would find out soon enough. Eventually they had parked and as Mikayla looked out the passenger window to see, she was distracted and her attention turned to her lap as she felt something vibrating in her lap.

Wide eyed and a soft gasp, Mikayla picked up the bullet, it was quiet but the bullet buzzing could be felt in her wrists. "Great." Mikayla whispered to herself as she knew that she was going to have a hard time with this. she released a long sigh as she listened to Grace speak to her, giving a slight nod as she continued to inspect the silver bullet. "Okay." Mikayla answered simply then unbuckled her belt and climbed out with the females and walked with them to the shop.

Inside much like the last, there were isles and isles but instead of toys, there were beautiful clothing. The sales person pounce and Eun lead her away, seeming to distract her while Mikayla followed Grace yet again. "I have no idea Grace, my mind is all over the place right now." She paused looking over the clothes. "What do you and Eun like?" She asked. "What would you like to see me wearing?" Mikayla asked softly, sighing as if to relax herself as she looked over the clothes, glancing at Grace once in a while.

 

[Genasi]

"I want to put you in a dress," said Grace. She took hold of Mikayla's tension and tried to unwind it with a playful twirl, in order to view her from all sides. "You like your butt, don't you? You've always got your hands down in your lap when you're nervous, so it must be a source of comfort. Let's accent your butt, and help you feel like a sex tiger."

"Pleated skater skirt," she announced, leading Mikayla to the slim flouncing mannequins and showing off the flirtly little things barely over the thigh. "Something like this will dance when you sway. The pleats are an eye catcher." Fingers strummed and released them one by one in a fabric shimmer, and she picked out one for Mikayla in delicate cream and black pattern.
"The cold shoulder top." Such a garment in virgin white pinned to Mikayla's body. "Hangs loose down the arms and leaves your shoulders bare. It says sensual woman, open to the whims of the world. Let's make it Formal Sharp."
Onto this outfit she wanted to accessorize a pair of peep toe black pumps, a ring of fat black onyx for nervous fingers to toy with, a white gold watch and cream wallet purse.

"Houndstooth." A high-waisted skirt with bold zigzag, at home on a golden-tanned model, laid the foundation for the second outfit. "It leads the eye."
"A faux neck fitted sleeve top leads it straight to your tits. There's nowhere else for the eye to rest."
"Shadow the legs in 10 denier plunged into a cute new pair of ankle booties. And, a hat. This one." Slouchy beret was the name for it, part wool hat, part newsboy accentuating the tip of the head but leaving warm blonde hair to express itself.
"Schoolgirl Lauren," she named it.

"Lace pencil skirt." In black, such a thing snugged to the hips in layers of lace, tricky to worm into but worth it for the sneak peek of thighs beneath as one after another each layer gave way to the knee.
"Crop halter cowl." It was one of those barely-there tops, hung way down on spaghetti straps to splash gold satin over the tops of the breasts, plunge in a generous show of rib, and leave the back bare.
"You're Breezy Debonair. It's got to have a gold choker, a burberry purse. And for shoes..."
"Espadrille," she named the platform sandals, strapped Greek to the ankle like a saucy young angel tiptoeing out in search of pleasure.

"A lace sheath cocktail dress." Nude was the color of this knee length one piece, and over it a rich black lace full body pattern, trimmed and sleeved in lace flair for the racy appearance of wearing nothing at all underneath. Grace picked one to match the caucasian color of Mikayla's skin.
"In pumps, no strap. Pearl drop earrings and a mesh wristlet. It says Anything Goes for date night."

Burdened by all these outfits she ushered Mikayla into the changing rooms. Each was deeper than the department store equivalent, with full length three part mirrors and leather seats for an audience of two to admire the transformation from caterpillar to butterfly. Grace set each one down, Formal Sharp, Schoolgirl Lauren, Breezy Debonair, Anything Goes, and took a seat to watch her student undress. She had been waiting for this. Her shoes bobbed, excited, at the ends of her outstretched legs.
"Go for it, Kayla. Show me that tight body your mom's been keeping secret."