Lizzy couldn’t quite get her thoughts together about what had just transpired.  The last thing she remembered was filing into an orientation.  She couldn’t possibly imagine that she would sign up for severance on the very same day...and yet, here she was, a signed contract and a huge check in hand.  Other Lizzy must have found whatever offer they made so lucrative, that she signed up on the spot.  As Lizzy made her way to the T, she had this odd mix of giddiness, intense curiosity, but also profound relief.  She realized that she, that is, this version of herself was the Lizzy on the outside.  The one who gets to enjoy the life that Other Lizzy supports.  

 

She felt an odd moment of guilt, but it passed quickly.  Other Lizzy signed the contract.  She knew what she was getting into.  The work she would be doing...must be extremely fulfilling...or very important.  Lizzy thought, “Maybe she’s into some top secret spy stuff.  That seems like the most logical conclusion given our skill set.”  Lizzy pondered the word “our”.  She was two different people now.  And this Lizzy would take every advantage of that.  A leisurely life, but one still with purpose and meaning.  Not defined by what she did for a living, but what she enjoyed.  Fine food, fine drink.  Art.  Literature.  She’d take up painting again.  Lizzy felt energy surging through her body.  She felt alive.  Vibrant.  

 

Right before the T stop, Lizzy caught a flash of herself in the reflection of a store window.  She was glowing with excitement.  Then she realized the storefront was adorned with naked mannequins branding slutty undergarments and other implements of sexual pleasure.  Lizzy giggled to herself.  What people must think of this demure young woman staring at these sex statues.  

 

But she didn’t care.  She was rich and free...free to do whatever she liked.  She stepped closer, so that the reflection of her face overlaid over one of the mannequins.  The mannequin was wearing the most impractical clothing.  A bra that exposed the breasts, panities that exposed her naughty parts.  Lizzy could never imagine herself wearing such an impractical and bawdy outfit.  And what would Darren say!?  How shocked he would be if she came home, and then, removing her coat was attired in such a way!  Lizzy could imagine the look on his face!  Utter shock!  But also...intense lust.  She and Darren had a very satisfactory sex life.  They had sex all the time.  At least once or twice a week.  It was very ‘pleasant’ as she would describe it.  He would get on top of her and when she was ready for him to come, she would turn over so he could mount her from behind.  He did not last long in this position and it was a nice way to get him to finish so she could get on with her evening.  She didn’t see fireworks like they did in the movies, but that’s why they’re movies.  Really, just seeing Darren’s happiness made her happy.  She remembered this one time he filmed her that way.  It was odd seeing her having sex in this third person view.  At the time she was angry and a little disgusted, but now the thought was kind of turning her on.

 

She thought about Darren’s happiness right now.  How happy he would be to see this sexual stranger approach him to “fuck his brains out”.  Lizzy blushed.   She never used the word ‘fuck’ not even in her thoughts!  But seeing this window of sex...it just gave her terribly naughty thoughts.

 

She imagined Darren’s cock now.  Getting hard.  Getting hard for her.  He would stare at her in this slutty slutty outfit and his cock would awaken and stiffen.  For her.  It made her feel powerful, to have this influence over his cock. 

As she thought about Darren’s cock, she noticed she was beginning to get noticeably wet ‘down there’.  She was not usually a ‘wet’ person.  Darren always applied a substantial amount of lubricant to make intercourse less painful, so her wetness had never been an issue.

 

Lizzy wondered to herself, “Was this what it feels like to really be turned on?”  She wondered if the excitement of this new job and the implication of the freedom it would allow her had brought on these strange urges.  It felt like someone had flipped a switch in her.  She had to resist the urge to touch herself...something she never did, and certainly not here on the street!

In a moment of boldness, she dashed into the store.  She didn’t care who saw her.  Inside, was a whole new world of strange things.  Rings, straps, things that vibrated, things that were supposed to go in her kitty, or in her behind, things for Darren to put on his thingy, things to wear, things to remove, it was a lot to take in.  Lizzy spun in a slow circle like a tourist in New York taking it all in.  She barely heard the store clerk speak to her.

 

“Is there something you’re looking for, miss?” she asked in a polite, but slightly lascivious manner.

 

Lizzy turned to the girl behind the counter.  A girl!  Working here!  Lizzy couldn’t believe it.  She was expecting some skeevey old man who would leer at her, want to touch her, want to run his hands over her body...  But this lovely girl...she couldn’t have been older than 22.   What was she doing working in a sleazy place like this!?

The girl looked at her and laughed.  “Did you actually just say, “What’s a beautiful girl like you working in a sleazy place like this?  As pick up lines go, that one’s a classic, and I’m deeply flattered!”  The girl mimicked a shy blush and laughed some more.

 

Lizzy was mortified of course.  Had she actually said that?  She was just thinking it!  She didn’t mean to say it!  But she did say it!  It just slipped out!  What to do, what to do!?

“Oh God,” said Lizzy, “I didn’t mean it that way, I was just...expecting...uh someone...uh...sleazier to be uh....”

 

The girl interrupted.  “Someone sleazier than me to be working in a smut shop?  I’m gonna hazard a guess that you’ve never been in a sex boutique before.  You’ll find a lot of women behind the counter.  Makes girls like you more comfortable, and it makes guys horny and buy more stuff.  Win win.”

 

“Okay I’m just going to disappear forever.  This is too embarrassing.”

Lizzy turned to face the door, but found that something was keeping her there.  A little voice in the back of her head reminding her of why she came in here in the first place.

 

The girl came from around the counter.  She’d encountered this kind before.  Shy.  Scared.  Fearful of their own desires.  Truth told, it kind of turned her on.  To be the seductress.  To guide them.

 

“It’s okay.” she said trying to give comfort. “This is normal.  You’re normal.”  

 

“I’m not normal!  I’m Lizzy!” and she clapped her hands over her mouth!  Was she trying to make a ‘Dad’ joke!  Why did she tell this woman her name!  

 

The girl laughed and extended her hand.  “I’m Naomi...it’s nice to meet you...Lizzy.”

Lizzy reached out and shook her hand.  Naomi let their handshake linger...for just a second too long.

 

“So Lizzy,” said Naomi, “What are you into?  Guys?  Gals?  Other?  Both?”  Lizzy could detect a flash of hopefulness on Naomi’s face.

 

“Oh my God!  Guys!” Lizzy said defensively.  “Just one guy!  My boyfriend!  Really!  That’s what I’m into!”

Naomi gave her a slight smile.  “Are you sure about that? I mean, if I didn’t know better, it kinda felt like you were tossing me a pick up line.  It was very flattering.”

Lizzy blushed again.  “Yes!  I’m straight!”

Naomi leaned in forward a bit and said, with a husky whisper, “Yeah well so’s spaghetti...until it gets wet.”

Now it was Lizzy’s turn to laugh.  “Oh my God do you pick up straight girls with that line?!  It’s both terribly sexy...but also hilarious!”  

 

“I have to confess it has actually worked once or twice.  I mean, you get a lot of women in here who are...questioning things you know?  Sexual orientation being one of them.  I mean, I think every woman is a little bit bi.  Haven’t you ever been curious?  Even a little bit?”

Lizzy was still covering her face...but then thought about the question.  Did she ever have leanings toward women?  She didn’t think so.  Darren was the only partner she’d ever known.  But...had she ever looked at women in the locker room?  Well, yes of course, but did she feel lust for them?  She didn’t think so.  She would look at them just to admire their beauty, to gaze at the wonderful variety of bodies.  Wondering how they might feel to touch...

Wait...she wanted to touch them?  Had she had those thoughts?  Well sure, just out of curiosity.  Everyone has those thoughts right?  Right?

 

Lizzy looked at Naomi.  She was very pretty.  Very similar in size and proportion to herself actually.  Lovely breasts.  They probably could trade bras...not that Naomi was wearing one.  Lizzy could see them hanging freely under her t-shirt.  She wondered what it would be like to hold them.  

 

“Can I be honest with you?” asked Lizzy.

“Please.”  Naomi took her hand, to assure her.

“I’ve never ‘been’ with a woman.  I’ve never kissed one.  And when I hug one I get uncomfortable when our breasts touch.  But right now...If I’m being honest.  I’m intensely curious.  You are beautiful and I can’t stop thinking about kissing you, and squeezing your breasts.  I’m so sorry.  I have no idea why I’m saying these things out loud.  I’ve had kind of strange day...I think something has happened to my mind a little...I-”

Naomi cut her off, moving in close and kissing her on the lips.  She grabbed Lizzy by the back of the head and held her in close.  Lizzy thought of that song, “I Kissed a Girl”.  She wondered momentarily what she would tell Darren.  Then she thought that the song was right, it was like kissing herself.  Lizzy was also aware that her hands were groping at this woman’s breasts.  She responded by kissing even harder.

 

Finally they broke.  Naomi looked at her with wet eyes.  

 

“Wait.”  And she turned and walked to the door.  She turned the lock, flipped the open sign,  and turned right back to Lizzy.  “Come with me.”

She grabbed a basket from near the counter and started haphazardly throwing things in it.  She grabbed Lizzy by the hand and led her to the back of the store, through a door and into a darkened hallway.  Lizzy thought she should say something, object, but her body just allowed itself to be taken by this beautiful stranger.  The arousal that had been gently prodding at her outside the store was now insistently tugging at her.

 

Naomi opened another door and Lizzy found herself unexpectedly in a strange, small bedroom.  Naomi closed the door behind them and started getting undressed.  

 

“Get undressed,” she told Lizzy, “you’re safe here.”

 

Lizzy’s fingers went to the buttons on her shirt.  This seemed familiar somehow.  Someone telling her to do something and her being unable to resist them.  

 

And she heard herself say, “I obey.”