Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 7) [F][Reluc][Exh][ENF][Mast][Celeb?][FF][MF][Oral][College][SciFi][AltReal]

Back from a bit of a break. Work and life do tend to get in the way of an otherwise unpaid hobby. ;)

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**Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 7) [F][Reluc][Exh][ENF][Mast][Celeb?][FF][MF][Oral][College][SciFi][AltReal]**

Friday at eight, orientation and the first week, were finally over. At quarter ‘til, the girls were in their room, Kiera already naked, and Regina stripping down. Regina reached for her pajamas, the shorts and shirt that were her default, and Kiera made a face.

“What?” Regina asked.

“It’s the weekend. You’re not going to put on regular clothes?” The redhead said.

“I figured we were just going to watch TV. I’m not exactly up for going out tonight.”

“There’s not much happening, from what I heard anyway, just a party for dorm masters and mistresses, which, no, you don’t want to go to, but don’t you want to wear what *you* want to wear? She pulled a lacy thong out of her dresser and pulled it on. It was low cut, barely clearing her pubic hair. “Oh, fuck…these are so much nicer than the first-year garbage.” She looked at Regina still standing there naked. “Oh, shit, I forgot…you’ *can’t* wear what you have…fuck…okay.” She went to Regina’s closet and pulled out a low-cut top with a loose neckline, and a pair of shorts. “Just put these on—without underwear, obviously—we’ll go out for walk or something.” Regina pulled on the top. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, but the folds of the loose neckline hid her nipples at least. It felt weird to wear the shorts with no panties, but she didn’t want to be caught wearing ‘otherworldly’ underwear, illegal or not. She was actually glad to wear some different shoes, comfortable ones, and paced the room as Kiera finished dressing, pulling on a matching bra, a tight v-neck t-shirt with a big logo that read Mander’s Lingerie and Sundries, and a short-flared skirt.

“Is Mander’s another, um, guild house?”

“They went out of business, got bought up, really, twenty years ago…the t-shirt’s vintage.” She walked over to Regina and straightened the shoulders of her shirt. “Are you okay with going for a walk? I want to watch *The Detective’s House* at nine, so we have to be back by then.”

“I guess.” They walked out of the dorm, passing other students, also dressed in ‘normal’ clothes. Regina felt surprisingly self-conscious not wearing a bra, though she’d been wandering around the dorm for the past week in see-through pajamas. She just felt more aware of her breasts bouncing, the different fabric over her skin, wearing flats instead of heels or slippers. They walked to get lattes at the student union cafe, fairly busy, but they only passed a few people engaged in activities out in the quad or tucked away at tables in the cafe. “I expected there to be more…well…” Regina trailed off.

“More fucking?” Kiera laughed, taking a long sip of her coffee. “People are fucking in their rooms, in beds, with their toys and stuff…outside, in the cafe,” she looked around, “that can be fun, but crackers,” she looked at a girl giving a guy a handjob under the table, “he can get that anytime he wants.” They were talking, laughing, even as the girl jerked him off, so it seemed more like a date, than duty. “You can’t have a guy in your room unless it’s the weekend, or vice versa, so, you know, why not take advantage of it?”

“So, a guy can just come up to me, say he wants to fuck, and I *have* to go back to his room?”

“See, Reg, again…” She sighed. “A guy can fuck you *here*, or outside, which would be easier, to be honest, given how crowded it is in here. You have a duty to please, right, but you still set the terms. If you want to fuck in his room or yours, that’s up to *you*, not him. I mean, think about it, if you were walking down the street and some guy says, ‘Hey, you have to fuck in my bed,’ what if he lives in Australia? How would that work? No, the best you could do was fuck him right there, or maybe take him back to *your* place, but he’s a stranger, right? No one does that.”

“But I still have to have sex with him.” Regina said.

“At least you’re *learning*, but remember, there are ways you can kind of lead him to withdrawing his request, like, I don’t know, offering to fuck him in the dirt? Something like that.” They continued their walk around campus, enjoying the fresh air, and talking about television, their upcoming classes, and as they approached the dorm, almost an hour later, Regina’s phone buzzed, and she pulled out her phone, seeing a series of what she assumed were emojis, but nothing recognized.

“What the hell does this mean…I mean, shit, *crackers*, what does this mean?” Regina held out the phone for her roommate to see.

“Umm…” She giggled, handing the phone back, “whoever Sandy is, she’s reminding you to masturbate.” Kiera explained the symbols one by one, and while it made the same logical sense as ‘normal’ emojis, she was frustrated she’d have to relearn even something as silly as that.

“Sandy is a dorm mistress, a third year, she’s been helping me with getting settled. I…” Regina blushed, lowering her voice, “I didn’t know we were *required* to masturbate seven times a week.”

“Oh, that, yeah. I mean, that’s the *minimum*; you’re allowed to do it *more*. And both guys and girls have to. It supposedly lowers the sexual tension on campus…I don’t know. We’re all late teenagers or in our early twenties, right? Seven times probably isn’t enough.” She laughed. “Come on, if you haven’t been doing that, you don’t have much time to catch up. I will introduce you to your Antoinette, and then I will give you some alone time.”

“I can’t just—.”

“Reg, are you telling me you’ve *never* masturbated?” She asked as they walked up to their room. Regina shook her head. “Obviously, you have, and so what? Are you a screamer? A squirter? Something else, I don’t know, *embarrassing*?”

“No, it’s just…look, it’s not something we talk about where I’m from.”

“But *everyone* does it. Everyone! I mean, even in your world they must…” She made a jerk-off gesture. Regina nodded. “And here, you *have* to. That’s—it’s crazy! It’s like being shy about having to use the bathroom or something.”

“But you don’t go into *detail* about that, even here, right?” Regina asked.

“Detail? No. But if someone asked me if I used the bathroom everyday, I’d say yes without blinking.” Regina had to admit, it made a sort of simple sense.

—-

In their room, Kiera went to her dresser and pulled out her own vibrator. Regina looked away, but Kiera stepped right back into her line of sight.

“It’s just a sex toy. Every female on campus has at *least* one. I’ve masturbated in here every morning at least once a day when you’re out, and a handful of times in the middle of the night.” Regina locked eyes with her. “Yes, while you were sleeping. If I knew you weren’t some sort of space alien, I’d be doing it while you were awake in the room. Half the students do. I mean, a little while ago, we watched a girl giving a guy a handjob *while* we were ordering our coffee. Why the fix would any of this be embarrassing?”

“Because it’s private?” Regina muttered. Kiera responded by flicking on her vibrator to low rumble. She pressed the tip of it right to one of Regina’s nipples, the point an easy target under her shirt.

“Don’t worry, I cleaned it a couple hours ago.” Regina tried to step back, but she was basically against the wall. The tip moved to her other nipple, and she suppressed a gasp. Kiera leaned in, caressing Regina’s other breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, the vibrator moved from her nipple, hard and tingling, and pressed against the front of her shorts, moving slowly up and down. The vibration was just enough to tease her, and Kiera leaned in, kissing at her cleavage, then up her neck, her tongue probing Regina’s lips until they were kissing. Kiera moved her free hand, slowly undoing the front of Regina’s shorts. She pulled the vibrator back and slid a hand inside her shorts, and Regina gasped as her roommate teased at her pussy, feeling for the wetness waiting there. “I will see *you*…” Kiera said, kissing her once more, “in an hour or so.” She pulled her hand free and shut off her vibrator. Regina surprised herself by reaching for the girl, but Kiera stepped back. “Uh-uh. I know you are wet,” she said, giving her own fingers a playful lick, “and I’m glad you want *more*, but that’s between you and Antoinette. You can probably come two or three times—at least—in an hour. If you want more when I get back, well,” she put her vibrator back in her drawer, “we’ll see.” Kiera left her standing there, shorts halfway down her hips, and nipples almost throbbing from the vibrator.

She let out a breath the kicked off her shoes, quickly peeling off her shirt and shorts. She grabbed her own vibrator from her dresser and got on the bed, looking at it, touching the soft rubbery cover, before hitting the power button.

“*Identified primary user, Regina Trent, do you wish to be referred to as Regina*?”

“What?” She asked.

“*Do you wish to referred to as Regina, or is there another name you prefer*?” Regina said nothing, staring at the vibrator now talking to her. “*Defaulting to Regina. Regina, please specify primary use mode: Masturbation, partner play, or multiple partner play*.”

“Um, masturbation?”

“*Confirmed. This is your first time using the Antoinette Elite. The Elite comes with fifteen rotational patterns, twenty-five clitoral stimulation modes, four heat levels, and the new Elite celebrity penetration mode*.”

“Ce-celebrity penetration mode?”

“*Please identify a male celebrity, an age between eighteen and sixty-five, and the Antoinette Elite will configure to match their specifications. If a man’s profile is not on file, feel free to visit the Antoinette Elite website to identify similar profiles. There are currently three thousand two hundred and twenty-eight profiles available for use*.”

“Um, George Clooney, uh, I don’t know, um, thirty-two?” Regina said. Her eyes got wide as the phallic part of the vibrator reshaped itself to look, well, like a real penis. She had no idea if that was a match for Clooney when he was thirty-two—or any age, for that matter—but she assumed it was correct. She reached out and touched it, and was surprised that it no longer felt rubbery, but… “Oh my god,” she said, rapping her fingers around the shaft and stroking it briefly. It felt like a real erect penis, the same soft, smooth feel, almost hot to the touch. “Uh, switch to Ryan Gosling, twenty-five.” She felt the penis reshape in her hand and laughed with delight.

“*Are you satisfied with your selection, Regina*?” It vibrator asked.

“Yes.” She grinned.

“*Vibration modes can be activated and selected via the long button above the power control. Clitoral stimulation can be selected by name based on the twenty-five options listed and pictured on the website. It is suggested to use adaptive mode the first time. The Antoinette Elite will shift its interaction based upon your physical responses transmitted from your bracelet and phone. Thank you for using the interactive tutorial. You may change any setting by saying, ‘settings’, and restart the tutorial setup by saying, ‘tutorial’. Enjoy*.” The vibrator started lightly vibrating, making Regina jump, but she realized she’d accidentally hit the long button. She looked at Ryan Gosling’s penis in her hand, the down at herself, remembering her wetness from earlier, and decided to put a towel underneath her before getting to business.

Laying back on her bed, she couldn’t help stroking the near-lifelike penis in her hand, well, lifelike other than the brighter pink color, the fact that it had a little nub to stimulate her clit, and that it was, well, *detached*. She closed her eyes and brought it to her mouth, licking it, not tasting anything, and slipping the first third of it into her mouth. It felt real, as real as she could recall, and the temperature added to the effect. She removed it from her mouth, stroked it a bit until it was mostly dry, and brought it to her chest. The vibration shifted in intensity as she teased at her nipples, and the sensation was both odd and pleasant. She let a guy fuck her tits once, with baby oil, and it was messy and did nothing for her. Usually, if a guy was poking at her breasts with his cock, something was going wrong. She grabbed her breast with her free hand before moving her hand down to her belly, skimming her fingers over her trimmed bush, and running her fingertips over her labia. She found herself getting wet immediately, slid her fingers along the line of her opening and found her clit. She played with herself for a just a few moments, but the temptation of the device in her other hand won out. As she rotated the vibrator so the clitoral stimulator was closest to her body, the vibration in the small protrusion increased, and as she brought it down to touch, she let out a sharp moan.

“Uhn!” She gasped, working the device over her clitoris. The vibration stayed steady for a bit, then started pulsing, and she heard herself making small involuntary noises and felt a small spurt of wetness from between her legs. “Oh, fuck…” Part of her wanted to come like that, and it would’ve only taken a minute or two more, but she wanted to try the main draw of the Antoinette Elite. She rotated the toy once more and pressed the tip of the phallus to her vagina. She pushed, then a little more, then, “Oh, god, it’s…Jesus, it’s like the real thing…” She had owned a vibrator similar in shape and function to what she was currently using, but it never felt hot, never felt alive. She pushed the toy in further, deeper, then out, back in, deeper still, then out. “This can’t be real…” She said to no one, and while it wasn’t real, in some respects, everything but her own hand guiding the toy made her think she was being fucked by a man—by Ryan Gosling, apparently. “Oh, Ryan,” she said, laughing, “deeper…” She pushed it in again, and that time the clitoral stimulator started hitting its mark. She felt herself squirt again, though she was blocking the passage with Ryan Gosling’s electric penis. She started fucking herself in earnest, really enjoying the sensation, the vibration, and getting lost in the fantasy. As she started to come, she let her voice go, knowing if someone passed by, they’d probably hear her, but she moaned anyway. She felt the phallus simulate coming inside her, tight pulses of movement, even as her own orgasm arced off. She pulled the toy free, feeling relieved and a little tight all at once. The towel was soaked, but the toy had stopped on its own. She looked at the clock. Only ten minutes had passed. Regina took a deep breath and shivered. She was getting chilled naked and on top of the covers. Her phone buzzed. It was Sandy texting her again…in actual text: Two more before Sunday, midnight. “I think I can do that.” Regina said aloud and started to consider what movie star she’d ask for next.

—-

Kiera had been right. Regina had overworked herself with the vibrator, playing with celebrity cocks to the point of being a little sore. When Kiera returned to her room a little under an hour later, she was exhausted. They watched TV in the common room and avoided any offers from guys that Friday night. The guys wandering around the dorm were there for specific girls anyway, and Regina still had an active medical restriction until morning, or so. As such, they got an early night’s rest, and Kiera had the two of them up by nine to go into town.

“We have to get you some underwear.” Kiera said, as she finished drying her hair from her shower. “I mean, plenty of girls go without on weekends—it saves on the inevitable mess—but it’s not as if women walk around without a bra on a regular basis, and even going into town like that…it’s unusual.” Regina was a wearing a t-shirt with a zip-up hoodie over it, it hid her lack of bra, sort of, but she wasn’t feeling that comfortable wearing jeans with no panties.

“Where exactly are we going?” She asked.

“There’s a small shopping center in town, not really a mall, but they have a Traverton’s, that’s a department store…they have most of the lingerie guilds available for sale, or so the website says. I’m thinking you probably only need a half-dozen bras and panties, maybe some sexy fun stuff, if you want, but it should be quick. I have a taxi coming in…” She checked her phone, “fifteen minutes…shit!” She started brushing her hair. “I better hurry.” She finished getting dressed, and the girls followed Kiera’s phone to find a yellow cab waiting in the small parking lot near the dorm.

“Where’s the driver?” Regina asked, following Kiera’s lead and getting in the backseat.

“Driver?” The car started moving, and Regina looked around, shocked.

“It drives itself?” She said, confused. “We, um, we were kind of working on this in my…um…world…but we hadn’t gotten there yet.” The car picked up speed heading toward the main gates of Willoughby.

“Cars have been automated for nearly fifty years. Wait? Do you know how to drive?”

“Of course, I do!” Regina said.

“Wow, it’s like meeting someone who knows how to…I don’t know, joust or something…crazy.” She stretched out in the large backseat. “Just relax, we’ll be there in ten minutes. I mean, if the ride was longer, I’d totally fuck you, but, you know.” She shrugged. Regina didn’t really respond. Her mind was racing as fast as the car, which, by that point, had really sped up. Taking some of the winding turns on the road from Willoughby, Regina felt briefly afraid, since the speedometer read 130 km/h—of course, they used kilometers—but the ride was smooth, not even a bump. Of course

They pulled up in front of the mall, a large glass building, and walked into the Traverton’s entrance. Malls, at least to Regina’s initial assessment, appeared to be very similar to those in her universe, down to the canned music coming from the ceiling. They walked through various departments until coming to the lingerie section, which seemed to take up a quarter of the first floor of the store.

“May I help you ladies?” A young, smartly dressed woman approached them.

“Yes, actually,” Kiera said, “we’re Willoughby students.” The woman nodded, probably thinking about a large sale in her future. “My roommate’s luggage was misplaced, and, well, she needs bras and panties. We’re probably looking for about five or six sets, maybe some fun stuff, too?” The woman’s eyes brightened.

“And how much are you looking to spend?” She asked. Kiera took Regina aside.

“How much *can* you spend?” She asked.

“It’s just underwear. I think I can afford it.” Regina laughed.

“Maybe you should call your mom…” Kiera offered. Regina shook her head but took a step back and dialed her mother.

“Two calls in one week, I am shocked, dear.” Her mother said.

“Hi, mom, um, I know this is going to sound weird, but one of my pieces of luggage went missing when they moved me from the temporary dorm to my current room. I need to buy some replacement underwear and stuff. The lady, um, she’s asking how much I can spend.”

“Well, I have to say, the school has definitely had a positive impact on you already…normally I’d just get a credit card bill and wonder what the rats you spent all that money on. Still…mmm…hang on dear…” Regina heard muffled laughter and a man’s voice. “Sorry.”

“Is someone at the house?”

“You’re calling awfully early for a Saturday. A handful of us went out for drinks after work, and Steve…you remember him from our winter party? Tall, roguishly handsome, and very…*very*….handsy.” Regina heard a slap and more laughter. “He wanted to spend the night.”

“Oh, god, you’re in bed…oh…wow…”

“I don’t appreciate that sort of language, dear, but yes, and *you* are interrupting a pleasant morning…so please, buy your clothes—no more than, let’s say, two thousand, okay?” She hung up before Regina could say anything.

“Interrupted your mom fucking someone, huh?” Kiera said, chuckling. “That’s the worst…for you *and* them…so how much?”

“Two grand?” Regina said, and Kiera smirked.

“Your mom is being *very* nice, then…especially considering you interrupted her fun. Don’t be shy about telling the lady. They don’t really try to upsell you on lingerie.” They gave the figure to waiting woman, and she barely suppressed a smile, leading them deeper into the lingerie section.

“I apologize upfront that we don’t carry a full selection of all the major houses, but you’ll find plenty to like, I’m sure. Will both of you be trying on items today?”

“Sure, why not?” Kiera said. The woman showed them to small alcove with a padded couch.

“Robes are there,” the saleswoman pointed to a set of robes on the wall, “and you can set your clothes on the shelves to your right. Tea? Coffee?”

“Coffee would be great.” Kiera said, already starting to take off her clothes. The woman nodded and walked off around the corner.

“Wait, so we’re supposed to get naked and…no…of course,” Regina realized her mistake, “we’re trying on underwear, but right here? No changing booths?” As if to emphasize the point, a couple walked by, the man giving Kiera a prolonged glance as she slipped off her bra. His significant other saw this and rolled her eyes, tugging his arm to pull him along.

“We’re not exactly in the front window, and we *do* have robes.” She took off the last of her clothes and casually walked over to the robes, slipping one on. “Good lingerie is expensive. They’re not going to let you be alone with it. There are some very clever thieves.” She smoothed the thin silken robe over her body. “Even this,” she tugged at the collar, “is probably a couple hundred bucks. If I walked out of here in just this, I’d probably still come out ahead on the clothes I’d leave behind. It’s just a little extra security. I mean, two grand? People do porn for less than that.” Regina was immediately reminded of Miss Stevens’s story.

“Sure, but…I mean, anyone can walk by.”

“Have you *not* basically been naked for two-thirds of your time at Willoughby? When does the shyness end? Don’t get me wrong, Regina, I kind of like it.” She walked over and unzipped Regina’s hoodie, caressing one of her breasts in the process. “Let’s get your clothes off before the saleslady comes back.” Kiera unbuttoned her jeans before Regina pushed her hands away.

“I’ll do it…” She muttered, whether or not her roommate realized it, when she touched her, undressed her, it was exciting. She took off her hoodie, conscious of her breasts hanging fee under her t-shirt, her nipples hard from Kiera’s touch and her own arousal at public exposure. She pulled off her jeans and t-shirt, keeping herself half-covered as she pulled on a robe just moments before the saleswoman returned.

—-

“My, um, apologies it took me so long to return. My, um, *associate*…also wanted to offer his assistance.” The woman gave sidelong glare at the man who followed her around the corner. Regina froze, realizing she now had an audience.

“Oh, come on now, Mira,” the man said to the woman, “two customers…you’ll need an extra set of hands.” He smiled at the girls. He was mildly attractive, perfectly groomed with a close-cut beard, nice suit. A typical high-end department store salesperson. “Now, let’s see what we’re working with.” He walked over. “If you ladies would remove your robes, and I need one of you on the dais,” he pointed to a small raised circle near the back wall, “we’ll get you scanned for the perfect fit.” Regina had thought it was for a mannequin or other display. He held out his arm, and Kiera slipped off her robe, laying it over the crook of his elbow. He looked at Regina expectantly. She blushed a little, but followed Kiera’s example. He led Kiera to dais and helped her up. “First, legs and feet together, arms at your side, okay?” He said. Kiera did what he asked and he tapped a few buttons on his phone. A moment later, a light blue trace of lasers dotted over Kiera’s body. “Good. Now, arms straight out like a T, feet at least a dozen inches apart.” She was scanned again. “Now, however is comfortable for you, bend over until your chest is parallel with the floor, just don’t cover your breasts, okay.” Kiera did as he asked, and Regina blushed deeply as she got clear view of her roommate’s pussy and asshole. The man walked around Kiera and casually cupped one of her hanging breasts, teasing her nipple, the moving to the other breast. “Have you thought about getting them augmented?” The man asked. “We have nano-supplements in stock that could get you to a full B or even C cup within a week.”

“I’m fine with what I have. I wouldn’t buy that over-the-counter garbage anyway.” Kiera said. The man stepped back as she was scanned once more.

“I *assure* you,” he said defensively, “our supplements were considered surgical grade just last year. They’ve only recently been made available without prescription.” Kiera stood up, looking down at him.

“I understand your job is to *sell* things, but you are close to insulting me. I *like* my tits, okay?” She grabbed her breasts. “No one has ever complained.”

“No offense meant, of course. I quite enjoyed them.” He smiled, helping her off the dais. “You can put your robe back on.” He handed it to her. “Next, please.” He looked to Regina. She walked over and he helped her up on the platform, caressing her ass in the process. She went through the same procedures as Kiera, trying to maintain her composure as she bent over and the man teased her breasts, but she found herself getting aroused, and not just from his playing with her nipples. She had no idea what was part of the measuring and what just him having some fun. As he helped her down from the dais, Regina saw that he had an erection tenting his suit pants. He noticed her looking. “An occasional hazard in this line of work.” He unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free. “This will go a lot faster if—.”

“David!” Mira snapped, stepping over and pulling him away from Regina. She was trying to keep her voice down, but the girls heard everything. “The manager told you no more fucking the customers. We don’t need come leaking on the merchandise. You’re going to get us both fired!” Regina tried to ignore the erection poking from his pants as he stood there with his colleague, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“I *wasn’t* going to *fuck* her. I took the boss’s words seriously. I just figured a little quick relief, and—.”

“This is a big sale for me. You’re out. You’re done on this one. No fucking shared commission for you. Go! Get out of her, before you blow this.” David bristled, but didn’t move. He composed himself then turned toward the girls, his erection pointing right at them.

“Ladies, I’m sorry for the delay, and any argument you may have overheard. I won’t be continuing to assist you, but Mira would like to *show* you some of our products. Mira,” he leered at her, “please take off your suit and show the girls what you’re wearing.”

“David!” She snapped.

“We’re all required to wear Traverton’s product at work, and I happen to know Mira’s a bit of exhibitionist and voyeur, so she’ll enjoy showing off for the two of you, while the brunette,” he looked at Regina, “goes down on me.” Regina’s eyes got wide, and Kiera quickly stepped over, whispering in her ear.

“You *have* to, Reg. This guy’s being a jerk, but he’s obviously matched off your bracelet when he scanned you.” Regina swore under her breath. She was just here to go shopping, yet somehow, she was naked in an open part of the store, facing a guy with a hardon, and saleswoman who was in the process of taking off her skirt. David walked over to her as Mira stepped out of her skirt. She was wearing panties so sheer and fine that at first Regina though she wasn’t wearing any at all. She was waxed and wearing dark stockings with beautiful lace at the top. Mira took off her jacket, then her blouse, the bra she wore matching the panties, but with a little fine golden lace. Her full breasts bounced as she walked over, her nipples tiny and erect.

“I’d like you on your knees, please.” David said to Regina. She did as he asked, now inches from his erection. “Are you getting wet, Mira?” He looked at his associate and grabbed one of her breasts before running a hand between her legs. “I think you are. Well?” He looked down at Regina. She bit her lip but took his cock at the base with her hand. “Mmm…you Willoughby girls…there’s always something about you, gets me hard so fast.” She took a breath and leaned in, every fiber of her body telling *not* to do it, to *resist*, but it was literally the law…and a part of her was saying, it’s *just* a blowjob. She took the tip him in her mouth, and he gasped. She had given dozens of blowjobs, maybe in the low hundred range, for all she knew, so it wasn’t anything new, but this was some *stranger*. She started working him, taking more of him in her mouth. She tried not to be distracted by the fact that all of them were watching her, her roommate, the man, the woman who was now lightly touching herself through her sheer panties. Regina half-paused as she felt a bead of wetness on the inside of her thigh. Was this getting her going? God…fuck…she thought, careful not to say the first word out loud, at least. She tried to think about a rough estimate of how many times she’d given blowjobs. She’d had a handful of boyfriends, all of whom liked them—of course—but before she was really sexually active, it was pretty much *all* she did. Way faster than a handy after a night out, alone with the guy in the car, on the couch when her mom was out. He started coming. Regina hadn’t been paying attention. She took it, not know what else to do, tasting his salt and bitterness, and trying to swallow so it wouldn’t linger in her mouth. She pulled back and he was groaning softly.

“Can we get back to spending a lot of money?” Kiera said. Regina backed away from his glistening cock and stood up, crossing her arms in front of her breasts.

“Of course.” The man said, putting his penis way. “I’ll leave you ladies to it. Mira?” He said, looking toward his associate. “Why don’t you give me those panties so I can give them a quick clean. They look awfully wet.” He leered. Even Regina could tell this was some sort of game they played. The woman was reluctant, but still peeled off her panties, handing them off to her associate. Her bare pussy and thighs were slick with her own arousal. The man walked off with her panties, leaving the sales woman half-naked and looking embarrassed.

“I apologize for the drama.” Mira said. “David is related to one of the regional managers, and his attitude is not, um, *typical* of Traverton’s.” She glanced over her shoulder, seeing her was gone. “He has a thing for you college girls.”

“Uhh…yeah, obviously.” Kiera said, rolling her eyes.

“If you want to get dressed, we can wait.” Regina offered.

“Store dress code requires I wear a full outfit, and without one item, I have to be naked.” She looked down at her nudity apologetically before following it by removing her bra and picking up her other clothes. “I’ll be back with some items for you to try.” She said, walking away, in just heels and stockings.

“Remind you of another place’s rules?” Kiera asked, looking at Regina.

“Is that, um, *common* in most workplaces?” Regina asked.

“Pretty much anywhere hygiene isn’t a big concern. You won’t see it in a restaurant, or a hospital, or something, but stores, regular offices, sure, pretty normal. I think that dude was fully aware how all of this was going to go down—no pun intended. *She* seems to like it, though. Exhibitionists can be fun, but they play a lot of silly games.” Kiera said, watching the bare-assed woman retreat around a corner. “How was the blowjob?”

“What?”

“He seemed to like it. You seemed to like *giving* it with an audience.” Kiera leaned forward a licked the corner of Regina’s mouth. “You had a little *something* there…which reminds me. She didn’t bring our coffee.”

“What?” Regina asked again. The reality of what she’d just done, just seen, the fact that she was stand in a department store *completely* naked was just hitting her.

“Remember? She was going to bring us coffee, and you just took a mouthful of come…so…coffee would help?” Kiera shrugged.

“I…I need to go…I need…” Regina started moving toward the exit, but Kiera stopped her.

“Whoa! Slow down there, Reg.” She took her by the shoulders. “You’re going to leave your clothes behind, go outside naked? You aren’t happy with the blowjob? What do you think will happen with a young woman, looking as good as you do, wandering the downtown in the buff? Kiera leaned in and kissed her, fully, and Regina was caught up in it, her thoughts focusing on just that experience. “Better?” Kiera asked. “Calm, now?” Regina nodded. “You *need* underwear. No question. You probably need some better clothes than what I saw for sale here, but what you don’t need is to be gang-banged by a bunch of townies while you’re having a panic attack.” Regina nodded again, and Kiera led them back to the changing area.

“Oh, there you are.” Mira was waiting for them, still naked, though now splattered with come on multiple parts of her body. “Sorry for the delay. Some of the crew in the stock room took advantage of my not wearing anything…um…” She looked down at herself. “I can get cleaned up, if you like.” She offered, weakly.

“We’ve all been there.” Kiera said. “So, my friend’s mom,” Kiera nodded to Regina, “gave her a spending limit on lingerie, but said *nothing* about spending on clothes, so I want you to go get her some casual stuff, okay? Go ahead.” Kiera shooed the woman off. “Honestly, she walks out her looking like that—she can clean up if *we* want her to?—*she* wants us to see her like that!” Kiera shook her head. “Let’s see what she brought us.”

“I thought you said they wouldn’t trust us with the lingerie on our own?” Regina asked as Kiera went to the boxes marked with her sizes.

“They won’t let us be hidden away with it. Plenty of low-end stores having changing booths, but there are probably fifteen cameras watching right now.” Kiera waved to the ceiling. A female voice spoke from a speaker above their head. ‘*Let us know if you need anything else*.’ The monitor said. “Coffee. Like, *now*.” Kiera said. “I don’t spend money if I’m not *caffeinated*.” The voice said, ‘*I will send someone your way in a moment.*’ “Ain’t technology amazing?” Kiera laughed. Regina tried not think about how the woman had watched her blow the other staff member, how she was watching them right now. Her hands started to move to cover herself, but she stopped herself, think back to Sandy’s warnings.

“I guess we should, um, try some stuff on?” Regina said, but Kiera was already slipping on what could only generously be described as panties. There was a framework of seams but only a small stretch of mesh covering her actual pussy. Her bush and most of her ass were fully exposed.

“Oh, crackers, I *read* about these. Tap your phone against my underwear.”

“What?”

“Just do it, Regina.” Regina picked up her phone and tapped it against her roommate’s barely-there panties. ‘*Wearer, please acknowledge receive and transmit with verbal command: I agree to receive and transmit*.’

“Did, um, did your panties just *talk*?”

“They sure did.” Kiera grinned. “I agree to receive and transmit.” ‘*Acknowledgement*.’ The panties said. Regina’s phone buzzed, and she looked down to see an idealized image of a, well, a pussy.

“What the fuck?” Regina said, tapping the screen. The phone vibrated lightly as she tapped the image trying to clear it away.

“Gentle with those fingers, Regina. I’m not a big fan of being poked.” She grinned.

“Are you telling me—?” Regina looked down at the phone and traced the line of the virtual labia. Kiera’s knees clamped together and she let out a low hiss.

“Oh. Oh, fuck yes.” Kiera grinned.

“You can *feel* that?” Regina asked.

“To repeat: Oh, fuck yes.” She smirked.

“And this?” Regina stroked her screen playfully, then eased up to the virtual clitoris. “And…this?” She started teasing it.

“Seriously…oh, mmm…*seriously*, you *have* to sto—oh, fuck, oh, oh, oh fuck.” Regina was stroking away at her screen in steady rhythm, enjoying watching her roommate lose control, become flushed with arousal. “What the *fix*?” Kiera said, yanking down the panties. “You were going to make me come!”

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself.” Regina said.

“I can’t *afford* these, and I certainly don’t want to pay to get them special-cleaned if I squirt all over them.”

“My treat. I’ll buy them.” Regina offered.

“They’re like five hundred dollars.”

“Okay, I’ll buy them *if* you let me play with you while you wear them?” She winked. Regina wasn’t really sure if she was being serious, but it *had* been surprisingly fun watching her roommate squirm. “You’ve been *really* helpful with me, Kiera, I mean it.” She added.

“I…okay.” She said, taking off the panties and setting them back in the box. “I really just came her to get a new bra and panty set or something, maybe some patterned stockings. That sales lady is devious, sneaking one of the more expensive toys in there.”

“She read you like a book, apparently.” Regina laughed. They spent the next thirty minutes trying stuff on, interrupted briefly by the arrival of coffee. Kiera convinced Regina to pretty much buy everything she was shown, and considering Regina had to replace all of her underwear, it wasn’t crazy. Everything ranged from mildly sexy to scandalous. There was nothing plain, no simple cotton, nothing without lace, mesh, satin, or other materials Regina couldn’t readily identify. Kiera ended up getting a couple pairs of patterned stockings—checks, swirls, and few other lacy patterns. She also readily accepted the special underwear Regina bought for her, and, on an impulse, bought a lacy lingerie set in dark blue. It really set off her pale skin. Kiera got dressed and help Regina try on some regular clothes. She bought a handful of things, mostly of that high-tech stain resistant materials, and they finished with lunch at the mall in a fish restaurant. Regina was glad to finally be wearing some underwear, and it felt like a relatively normal day until they were back out in the small parking lot.

**[End Part 7]**

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