Desired Goods: Carrie part 2 purse (Patreon)

Desired Goods: Carrie part 2 purse

“No, I think I’ve made up my mind” Carrie said, bending down and placing the sketchbook back in the basket, the feel of releasing it from her fingers almost a melancholy one to Carrie. Taking two steps back, Carrie picked up the cute coin purse from the rack she had her eyes on earlier.

“I’ll be taking this! if you don’t mind” Carrie said with a great deal of bravado.

“Ah, a wise choice young miss. Please allow me to ring it through for you” The woman replied from behind the sales counter. Carrie found this strange, she could have sworn that when she looked moments ago that the hallway had stretched a great deal into the store, however, she now stood only a few paces from the sales desk. Carrie handed the bag over to the towering figure, Carrie’s eye level matching that of the women's amble and voluptuous breasts.

“I was having abit of trouble with the zipper earlier, '' Carrie said, feeling sort of like an old haggling maid trying to get a discount the moment the words had left her mouth.

“ Oh sometimes these old things just need alil show of who’s in change” the woman cheerfully said as she gave the bag a few smacks, the bag moving sporadically with each hit as if it was reacting to pain.  The strap jostled like a snake jumping and writhing with each slap. dust shooting off the bag with each hit like the exhausted wheezing of a coal miner. She couldn’t explain why, but Carrie felt somewhat uneasy watching.

“So how much will this be?” Carrie asked as she started fishing her wallet out of her pocket. A task alil harder for Carrie then most as her pockets were tight to her rear, the purse was a long time coming.

“ for a nice young miss like you-“ the woman paused and looked over the bag once again “how does ten dollars sound?” She finished with a big smile.

“ sounds like a steal to me!” Carrie replied enthusiastically. No sooner said then done was Carrie handing over a ten dollar bill and was being handed the receipt.

“Thank you!” They exchanged with big smiles.

“Now all I have to do is find my way outta here” Carrie mumbled to herself as she turned from the front desk. Much to her surprise, upon turning around she looked and saw the exit was pretty much just around an aisle to her. Carrie looked around as she walked towards the exit for her friends but couldn’t see them amongst the vast store shelves and walls. She wasn’t even able to spot the top of Dedes head, a sight she usually could catch once she was standing on her toes.

“Maybe they left” Carrie thought aloud as she headed to the exit. She stepped outside and looked around, she didn’t think she’d be the first one out, but, being the only one outside, figured her friends were probably still lost in that odd store. Carrie checked her phone, seeing it to be about 1pm.

“I’ve got art at 3” Carrie thought to herself.

Figuring she might as well head off now, Carrie sent a quick text in the group chat and was on her way back home to get changed.

A short bus ride later Carrie was in her dorm and getting  changed into something she was willing to get messy. Normally this meant her paint-ridden white top ( a shirt two sizes too big and too worn out for any other use) and a pair of black leggings. Today however Carrie wanted something that would match her new purse. She ended up wearing an orange floral shirt and black leggings. With a quick once over in the mirror Carrie was ready for class. Carrie felt pretty lucky, while she didn’t snag a larger dorm, she was still on campus which was really convenient, plus it wasn’t as though she was living in a box, she had a decent sized fridge and room for her desktop and easel, her window also faced one of the busier walking ways so she had plenty of opportunity to sketch people in the wild.

Suddenly an ominous growling sound filled the small room, Carrie looked around only to hear another strange hungry noise. She looked down

“Guess that salad with the girls wasn’t enough for ya?” Carrie said as she patted her stomach.

Going into the fridge out Carrie saw

A small bowl of spaghetti.

A slice of cold pizza.

And some asparagus with a vinaigrette/ soy sauce.

She took the three bowls and headed to the microwave. Bite after bite happened as Carrie made quick work of the three dishes. Licking her fingertips and patting her now full belly.

“ that should keep you quiet until after class,” Carrie said before letting out a small burp and covering her mouth in embarrassment. It was times like this she was glad she lived alone. She put her dishes in the sink for later and started to walk to class. There was large trees, beautiful and massive Oaks along the walkways of the Campus and biking areas. While not a overly expensive school Glay-willow was a pretty nice school and was pretty dang affordable compared to some of the preppier options in the city. There was a gym on site and a grocery store not too far off campus although Carrie usually found herself just picking up bits of groceries from the small convenience store that Alice worked at, as it was also close to her place, or if she found herself in the area she would also pick some up from the one across campus on her way home. Soon enough Carrie was at the building, three flights of stairs later she was at the door and was officially walking into class. Carrie may have been early, but that just meant she got to pick her favourite from the circle of chairs. The one that she felt had to the best of the room’s light. She sat down and started to unpack her supplies. She had some Markers and waterColors on her, she pulled out her old Sketchbook, it’s s worn out cover and ripped up edges in addition to only having a small handful of unused pages had Carrie somewhat regretting not taking that sketchbook from the full bodied shopkeep earlier. Nevertheless,she was ready. She pulled out her phone and played some phone game while she waited, shortly after students started to come in one after another until the seats were almost all full.

“Hey! move your lard ass over, will yah!” A voice called out from behind Carrie. The sound of this unmistakable voice tensed her whole body up, this was Carrie’s least favourite person on campus, the one person she never wanted to hear from and the only person she’d call a “Bitch”, Carrie turned around in her seat.

“ What did you just say to me Vicky?”

Vicky is the type who can do everything in her power to get what she wants without hesitation and not feel bad. Vicky is without a doubt the campus queen, the five-foot eight gal who everyone is afraid of getting on the bad side of, and the leader of the Alpha-lagneía, the schools most prestigious Sorority, despite only being a second year. Such a feat can only be done by someone intelligent, confident, cunning, consistently manipulative, domineering, and capable. Vicky fit the profile to the T, and such a packed resume meant the natural gathering of a small army of wasp-waisted young women at her beck and call. This also meant that she was a pain in Dede’s side most days of the week too, as Dede didn’t quite fit the tight cookie cutter mold that the other sisters did. She was the easy target.

The only thing she and the other sisters seemed to agree on was Dede was only there since her mother was a head when she was younger and the charter specified any former head sister may have their daughters enroll “no questions asked,” even if said daughter really didn’t want to be there. This made the plus-sized Dede Alpha-lagneía’s favorite punching bag, which in turn made Vicky the focus of Dede’s ire.

Although, said hatred didn’t keep her from feeling intimidated by Vicky when confronted her face-to-face. With long, straight fiery red hair and amber eyes, Vicky’s gaze could cut through the toughest resolve against her. Emphasizing this aspect of her is the striking beauty wrought by the model body she sported: with a pair firm toned long legs, a perky-yet-shapely butt, and perfectly proportioned breasts, Vicky could easily seduce anyone not scared of her.

Truly her presence is felt the moment she enters a room by the silence she brings as all prepare themselves for her majesty.

At least, that’s how Vicky, and in turn the rest of Alpha-lagneía, might phrase it to other houses to keep tone and appearance.

On each side of her stood one of her lackeys, Britney and Gretchen.

On Vicky's right was Britney who is 6 feet tall and has the body of an amazonian, excluding a pair of double D breasts, both of which she always had on display for people to gawk at. She has long blonde straight hair and light minty green eyes, creamy pale skin, and often wears pink lipstick on her full lips. While quite intimidating at first, talking to the gorgeous blonde women reveals a ditzy personality. Britney’s strongest personality trait is her loyalty as once she starts following someone or something they have her by their side til death, a trait Vicky was quite fond of, albeit for all the wrong reasons. On Vicky's left was Gretchen, standing at 5’7” Gretchen had long black hair and an angular face. While definitely more capable than Britney, Gretchen was still a B student at best. Gretchen’s main strength to Vicky was her aptitude in reconnaissance. Gretchen was Vickeys eyes and ears on the campus and she was exceptionally at this job. It’s believed that it’s this reason that Vicky keeps her so close despite Gretchen’s more homebody looks and bottom heavy curves. That or to complement her own exceptional figure when the two are walking the campus together.

“Did you not hear me wideload? I said we need your seat so move”Vicky ordered Carrie,

“ We just need you to move over one so we can sit together Carrie” Gretchen chimed in, her soft voice as always sugar coating when Vicky wasn’t playing nice with you.

As much as Carrie wanted to tell that stuck up salad sucker to just seat her no carbs having tookus somewhere else, she knew that it’d be a lot less trouble now and in the long run to just give up the seat and hope a light falls on her while she’s  in it. So with a begrudging sigh Carrie started to move her stuff one seat over.

“ Thanks Carrie, I really appreciate it” Gretchen said as she took the seat, a lucky seating choice for Carrie as she wouldn’t be tempted to purposely flick her eraser shavings at Gretchen as she would Vicky.

“It’s fine” Carrie said in an irritated tone.

“ K class, phones away and equipment out please”

That was MR coremen, the class’s art teacher. A younger bearded man with a somewhat square head.

“ I hope everyone remembered to bring their pastels today as today's exercise will primarily have us learning how to use them. I’ve got some half used sets for 5 dollars and used full sets for 10 for those interested.”

“Crap” Carrie whispered to herself, dropping her lucky fountain pen in the process. It quickly rolled under her chair and towards her bags. With the excitement of this morning and all the strangeness at the shop earlier ,Carrie had forgotten she needed that 10 dollars to buy some pastels today

“that was all the cash I had on me, I need 5 bucks”

Carrie thought aloud as she reached around for her pen.

“Oh come on! it should be here somewhere” Carrie said as she bent down to try and find it. Once on her knees though, Carrie was pleasantly surprised as right under her seat was resting a fresh crisp 5 dollar bill.

“Guess it’s a good thing I moved seats”Carrie said to herself as a sense of relief washed over her.

“Miss Moore! Is there a reason you seem to be trying to hide under your seat?” Mr Coremen’s voice called out, Carrie's face turning red as without having to look she knew that now all her classmates' eyes had turned to look at her basically doing the downward dog pose.

“ just getting some money out of my purse sir” Carrie responded as she got back to her feet and handed Mr Coremen the bill.

“Very well, please take your seat then miss Moore” he responded, swapping the bill in Carrie's hand for the half set of Pastels in his own.

“ Nice one” Vicky scoffed as Carrie took her seat, Britney giggling under her hand.

“What was that, miss Fenton?“ Mr Coremen asked.

“I was merely complementing Britney on one of sketches from last week MR Coremen, I think she did an excellent job with the lighting” Vicky replied in her nice girl voice, an innocent girl pose and puppy dog eyes, it was no wonder people thought she could get away with murder.

And so art class began.

They went over technique, along with some tips before the life model came in. This was Carries preferred part of class as she really wanted to improve her anatomy and believed that each week her practice was paying off. where once her subject would have long, apelike arms they now were distinctly human (If a little stylized). With each Action line and pose Carrie got more into it and before she knew it class was wrapping up.

“ you drew the girl with monster tits again, bus butt” Vicky teased Carrie.

“It’s a stylistic thing!” Carrie responded, snapping her book shut. Carrie had, as she usually had, embellished the figure of the subject. In the moment she never thought why not? But as time went on it became almost a running joke in class that the life model always seemed to be the most “extra” in Carries artwork.

“Plus I didn’t even draw her tits that big this time” Carrie mumbled to herself as she picking up her stuff. And so everyone started to leave art class.Carrie started to shove things into her backpack and purse and had one last look around for her pen, but just couldn’t find it.

“Strange, it couldn’t have gone too far” Carrie said as she put the purse strap over her shoulder and started to leave.

Later that night Carrie was at her work station going over an essay that would be due after the weekend. She was in her pajamas and snacking on some chocolate Almonds which had become spread across her desk. Carrie was feeling tired but had decided that she would finish up the last of her school work so she could have the weekend to herself. When suddenly a loud noise startled Carrie and broke what little focus she had left. It was her text ringtone, Carrie picked up her purse and fished her phone out of it, placing it on the table once she had. It was a text message from Dede.

“The campus queen is telling everyone you were shaking your ass in art class today?”

Carrie sighed and rolled her eyes “had fun earlier, let’s not wait so long before hanging out again”.

“Same.

Carrie went to reach for a chocolate almond when she saw something.

Screaming and jumping to her feet, a fear induced reaction, her breathing became fast and shallow as she stared the unsettling sight dead on. And it sat there, Staring back.

A large unblinking eye stared at Carrie from inside her purse, sending chills down the girl's spine. The purse held wide open, a deep dark abyss stretched within the bag many times it’s own size and surrounded the eye in a darkness that only it and it alone was visible within.

Carrie grabbed a pair of scissors from a pen basket on her drawer and held them in front of her as a weapon as she tried to compose herself. The eye continued its unflinching stare. Shaking, Carrie took a step closer to the creature within her bag. When the eye’s gaze twitched before quickly shifting. Carrie dropped her knife and stumbled back surprised. The eye was now staring at one of Carrie’s chocolate almonds near it on the desk. An Ethereal black hand slithered out of the void and slowly grasped the Chocolate confection before slowly dragging it into the purse. Carrie merely watched as the bag's zipper sunk into itself and like a set of teeth crushed and ground down the treat. It’s crumbs and pieces simply becoming lost in the Abyss.

Carrie looked away to see her door, she could make a clean exit unnoticed if she ran now, then she would simply call security or something to deal with whatever this was.

“Ahh” a voice said as if feeling a great relief

Carrie looked back at the bag, its large eye staring with a look of glee and a smile across its zipper mouth. It had its monstrous interest focused solely on Carrie alone.

“So you're my new master, yes?”

“Wha?” Was All Carrie could mutter out, faced with the impossible firsthand had reduced the young girl’s confidence so drastically that she was as speechless as a child.

“Your name is Carrie, yes?” The creature said as it opened its mouth and stuck one of its arms deep within itself, pulling out Carrie’s wallet and removing her ID.

“Carrie Moore,Yes? Height 170cm, yes? Weight 64 kg…” The creature’s eye gave a look of disapproval before putting the card back in the wallet and the wallet back into its mouth.

Carrie collected herself and stood up straight, her annoyance at having her personal info blurted out and questioned by this creature had given her enough rage to stand her ground in the face of it. “ What, are you?” She said with clenched fists.

“Oh, we’re in the spirits to be talking, yes?” The creature responded with a smirk on its zipper mouth.

“My name is Mimic Cabora Abraka Kanaaka Borx Trader. The third”

“Are you messing with me?” Carrie asked as she relaxed abit and stepped forward.

“No, I’m the third of my kind named that” Mimic Cabora Abraka Kanaaka Borx Trader The third responded.

Carrie simply raised an eyebrow at this, the strange beast had an unusual voice but seemed to be speaking in a genuine manner if an air of revelry was also in the mix.

“ you called me master earlier, what did you mean by that?” Carrie asked

“ as you can see, I don’t reside in the purse, I am the purse. So by purchasing me you now own me, I am now your willing slave.” Mimic Cabora Abraka Kanaaka Borx Trader The third said.

“ Erm, I’m not sure about how I feel about that phrasing Mimic. Cab.b. Cabor. What was it again?”

“Mimic Cabora Abraka Kanaaka Borx Trader The third”

“Can I just call you “Mimic” for short?”

“You are the master” Mimic responded, Carrie couldn’t make out if this annoyed him but knew she’d never get his full name right so this would have to do.

“ Shall I explain the rules?” Mimic asked, his grin growing large as he finished in a menacing way.

“Rules?”Carrie confusedly responded

“Yes, the rules for my trades, as I am from a long line of mystical trading magic mimics and we’ve found that explaining the rules upfront keeps people from getting angry with us”

“Rules for what, what to feed you?” Carrie asked

“ no, I do not require food although My favourite food is raw rice. I was referring to my trades!” Mimic responded enthusiastically “ I’m a trading Mimic, and as such I have the ability to trade anything between two agreeing parties. Simply ask me for something and I’ll seek a buyer or seller and make the exchange upon your approval. It’s quite easy, You’ve already done this once,yes?” Mimic said

“Wait, is that what happened to my pen earlier?!” Carrie asked

“You requested 5 dollars, Yes?” Mimic smiled

“ Well I liked that pen, get it back then!”

“No can do, the buyer of your pen does not desire their money back” Mimic said, his expression becoming more serious.

“So how do I give you the cash if I want something, do I feed you money or swipe my card in your zipper?” Carrie asked, left brow raised.

“No, since the moment you purchased me and put your wallet in my mouth I was given access to your accounts and personal effects, we are linked as master and servant” Mimic responded

“I’m not sure how I feel about that” Carrie said, folding her arms, “so if I wanted a cup of Coffee?”

And before the words were out of Carries mouth Mimics eye and mouth disappeared within its void and a moment later the mouth emerged once again and a tongue as black as coal unfolded, twirled and unrolled until, without a drop spilling, a cup of coffee became visible and was placed on Carrie's desk.

“ Got you quite the deal” Mimic said as his eye became visible once again.

Carrie picked up the Coffee, a little cautious of it as it was just in the mouth of this bizarre creature she only just met. It was hot, and looked like it was fresh from the pot.

“Now-“

“But surely there are limits right? like, I couldn’t ask for bigger boobs could I? I mean how would that even work?” Carrie asked as her mind started to run wild at the possibilities and ideas of what to ask.

Mimics face once more curled back into his void, Carrie simply went silent.

“Um…” she let slip from her mouth, as she wondered if she might have just broke the magic bag monster she just met.

After about two minutes, Mimics face poured out from his void again a smirk growing wide about it’s face.

“ I’ve got two offers for you master. One seller wants 500 dollars and another is able to pay 2000 dollars, you will choose one, yes?”

What will Carrie choose?

Pay the 500$

Get paid the 2000$