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Melissa left the consignment shop with a few new garments and a pair of pumps. She could not wait to wear one of them later at the club she and her friends were going to that evening.

As soon as she got home, into the washing machine went the green, shoulder-less, mid-thigh-length dress, a shear purple bandeau bra, two bolero style jackets, one in black and one was a leopard print, a wraparound skirt an inch or two too short, and a pair of gray leggings. She used some sanitizer on a pair of fuck-me heels she had also purchased.

“Where were you?” Her roommate, Laura, asked as Melissa left the utility room.

“Shopping. Wait until you see the dress I’m wearing tonight.”

“You went to that shop again? I think your addicted.”

“Addicted to saving money? Why not?”

“I don’t know. I just get a weird vibe whenever I go in. Like I’m being watched and the place doesn’t even have security cameras.”

“I never felt that. Maybe it’s haunted and you can sense ghosts.”

“I hope not. I have enough problems without adding supernatural problems to my plate.”

As the sun set, Melissa was in her bedroom applying far more makeup to her face than she usually did. Her new dress was draped across the bed, freshly cleaned and ready to wear. Once her face was ready she put on a pair of black, open-crotch, shear stockings. She put on a black pair of panties over that.

The dress had a built in bustier so she needed no bra. It flowed down onto her body like it was made of liquid. She pulled the back zipper up and it felt like it had been tailored to her. One pair of emerald pumps later and she was dress to kill. She stepped out into the living room, spinning around twice. But there was no one there to knock dead with her look.

She knocked on Laura’s bedroom door. “Are you ready?”

“Almost. Five minutes, tops.”

Melissa knew that meant more like fifteen or twenty minutes. She opened her phone and typed into the group chat: “Laura says 5 minutes, so probably 20.”

Almost immediately, Gineen replied with two stopwatches and a poop emoji.

Ten minutes later, Laura called out, “Hey, I said five minutes. I meant it.”

“That was ten minutes ago. And if you aren’t done, why are looking at your phone?”

“I was touching up my nails and had nothing else to do.”

“Nails don’t dry in five minutes.”

Silence.

Within an hour the women were at the club. They were let in without any hassle. It was early and the club was a bit slow for a Saturday. That didn’t stop the DJ from dropping a sick beat. The pulse could be felt throughout one’s body.

They were sitting in a booth talking about life and work. Melissa heard a voice she didn’t recognize say, “Feel that beat? You should be dancing.”

She looked around but could not figure out where it came from.

“Dance. Ing.”

“Let’s go dance,” she said. “Before the gropers arrive.”

“I specifically came here for the gropers,” her friend Nikki said.

Most of them got up and danced.

A few hours into the night, most of the group were a bit buzzed from drinks purchased by men for them. Nikki was a bit more sloshed than the others. Melissa was still dancing as the evening drew to a close.

“Melll?” Nikki said walking out on the dance floor. “Me-e-elllll?”

“What, Nikki?” She said, still bopping to the beat.

“We’re leaving.”

“So soon?”

“It’s like three o’clock. If you’re staying you need to get yourself home.”

“No, okay. I’ll be right there.”

“That’s what you said at two o’clock. I’m not that drunk.”

“Fine.”

“You should be dancing,” said the voice.

“I should be dancing.”

“Dance at home.”

“That works.”

Twenty minutes later Melissa was home. She unlocked the door and danced into the living room.

“Aren’t you tired of dancing?” Laura asked, dragging herself through the doorway.

“Nope. I could go all night.”

“That dress must really get you going.”

“It thinks I should be dancing.”

“Of course it does. It looks great when you move. Good night.”

A few hours later, Melissa collapsed into bed. She was still dressed up.

She heard herself groan as she woke up. Her legs were like rubber. Mascara and lip gloss was smeared all over her pillow case. She wasn’t hung over. She was thirsty. Thinking about it, she realized she’d had nothing to drink all night.

She kicked off her heels and could almost see her feet start to swell. Standing up, she pulled the dress over her head and tossed it on the bed. Then, immediately her calves cried uncle and she sat back down on the bed. It took her several attempts before she could remain vertical long enough to take a step forward.

“Legs hurt?” Laura said, watching Melissa lumber into the living room like a slow motion zombie. Laura was drinking a bottle of water for her head.

“Ugh. I don’t know what got into me. Whenever I stopped dancing I would have this feeling I should be dancing.”

“Well, you won’t get that feeling again any time soon.”

“No. No dancing for a long time.”

The following weekend, Melissa was trying to decide on another outfit. The short skirt and the purple tube top seemed to be a good combination. Looking at them in the mirror, she thought she looked a bit desperate. But, then she heard a voice, “And the leopard print bolero.”

She put the bolero on and it softened the look of desperation, replacing it with a look of easiness. She put on the heels she bought at the shop and she agreed with a voice she thought she heard saying, “Let’s get fucked.”

Laura was out with her boyfriend Tony so Melissa had no ride. She was walking down the street when a car rolled up next to her. The passenger window came down and the guy driving said, “How much?”

She leaned into the window and saw him sporting an erection. The voice in her head said, “Suck it for free.”

“Since you started without me. Forty seems reasonable.”

“Hop in.”

She got in the car and he drove away. “Where are we going?”

“I’ll deal with that. You take care of this.” He indicated his dick.

She smiled and leaned over to get a good look.

“When we get where we’re going, I have two friends also looking for a good time.”

“Yes, more fucking,” said the voice.

Her mouth was already fully occupied so she just nodded.

He parked the car and came in her mouth shortly. She swallowed down his spunk. She sat up to discover she had no idea where they were. They were parked in front of a small bungalow style home.

He turned the engine off and got out of the car. He headed for the door to the house. When he noticed she was still getting out of the car, he approached her.

“I got four hundred dollars. That buys you for the night.”

“We’re gonna fuck.”

“We’re gonna fuck.”

“That’s the attitude.” He opened the door and there were two other guys in the living room playing a fighting game on a console.

“TAKEDOWN,” boomed a deep voice from the television.

“You lose,” one of the guys said.

The other was checking out the piece of ass following his friend into the living room. “I don’t think anyone’s losing tonight.”

“Kneel down here, girl, so we can prime your face.”

“A shame to cover it. Where’d you find her?”

“I’ll never tell.”

She knelt down and the three men surrounded her with their erections hanging over her face. She took turns sucking and stroking each of them until all three of them came on her face.

As she reached up to wipe it off, the man who hired her said, “Extra twenty if you leave it on your face.”

“It’s covering my eyes.”

“Fine, an extra fifty.”

She left it there.

One of them pulled her belt off and looped it around her arms, pinning them behind her back with her elbows in the small of her back and hands behind her neck. Two of them lifted her off the ground like she weighed nothing and she found her lower orifices being prodded by a pair of dicks. After a little rubbing the two dicks slid inside her.

Her bandeau was pulled down and the third man’s dick was rubbing her tits.

The evening played out like this with the guys changing position so each of them got a shot at each orifice or her tits. Many hours later she was trying to put the bandeau back into place in the car as the man who hired her drove her to the spot he had picked her up. It was only when he parked the car that he handed her a towel and said, “Now you can wipe your face.”

She did. He handed her a roll of money and pointed at her apartment building. “Till next time, girl.”

“We got fucked.”

“Sure thing.”

“We gonna get fucked again?”

Inside, she found Laura wearing the gray leggings from the consignment shop and not much else. She was vacuuming the living room. As Melissa entered, Laura turned off the vacuum. She turned away from Melissa and bent at the waist to pick up something on the floor. As she did this, her legs were close together and her ankles were crossed. Melissa was given a clear view of the leggings clinging to her ass and pussy. Laura had to have done that on purpose. “What are you doing?”

“Obey,” said the voice in Laura’s head.

“I’m cleaning. I just got back from seeing Tony and he told me I should cleanup when I got home.” She had not stood up.

“Fuck her.”

“I’m glad you’re finally contributing to cleaning the place.”

“Does that mean I’m a good girl?”

“Yes, you’re a good girl.”

“Good girl. Obey.”

Laura smiled and shook a little at the praise.

“Get over here,” Melissa said.

She obeyed instantly.

Melissa pulled the leggings down just enough to expose Laura’s dripping snatch. She shoved her tongue in and ate her out. Laura writhed with pleasure.

“Hold still,” Melissa commanded and the writhing stopped immediately.

Within minutes Laura was orgasming, she felt weak in the knees.

“Obey.”

She held still.

“I’ll be right back,” Melissa said. She went to the bathroom and washed her face of any residual cum. She used the toilet and got as much of the cum running down her legs off of them. When she returned to the living room, Laura was still bent over where she’d been left. Melissa sat down on the sofa and spread her legs wide. “How long are you going to stand there?”

“Obey.”

“I’m a good girl.”

“Now she can fuck you.”

“You’re a good girl,” Melissa said. “Now be an even better girl and fuck me.”

Laura jumped up and planted her face within Melissa’s thighs. Afterward, they went to Melissa’s bed and fell asleep cuddling.

Melissa woke first. She had slept in the nude and she wasn’t sure why Laura was in her bed. That had all been a dream, hadn’t it? She noticed Laura was wearing the leggings from the consignment shop. She pealed the sweaty leggings off Laura.

“What’s happening?” Laura said.

“I think you were right.”

“About what?”

“The consignment shop.”

“I told you not to wear those clothes. What happened?”

Melissa laughed. “You wore the leggings.”

“Those were from the shop? Wait. What happened last night?”

“I whored myself out to three men I’ve never met before.”

“You what?”

“I made over five hundred dollars. It must have been real.”

“I thought I was borrowing an old pair of leggings from you.”

“No, I just took them off you. They were from the shop.”

“No wonder last night made no sense. I did everything Tony told me to do. Even stuff he didn’t mean for me to literally do.” She looked around.

“What is it?”

“I was expecting to hear that voice again.”

“What did you expect it to say?”

“Obey.”

“Is that what all that good girl stuff was about.”

“I’m a good girl.” She looked aghast. “Those clothes are possessed. I don’t know why I said that.”

“Be thankful. My clothes told me to get fucked. So, I got fucked.”

“And you danced all night last weekend.”

“Yes, the dress wanted me to dance. I think the bandeau bra or the skirt wanted me to get fucked.”

“You wore that bandeau outside? Your nipples were probably on full display.”

“Nipple exposure was the tamest thing I did last night.” She opened her phone and found a new contact named Party Time. Opening it, the picture for the contact was of her get sprayed in the face by three dicks. She turned it so Laura could see. “As I said, tamest things.”

“Oh, god, Melissa. Burn those clothes.”

“I don’t want to.”

“What?”

“And you don’t either if you’re a good girl.”

“I’m a good girl. Melissa!! Why’d you make me say --”

“You’re a good girl and you’re going to finish cleaning the entire apartment.”

Laura’s mouth opened but instead of protesting she just said, “I obey.”

“She better obey.”

As Laura left, Melissa sat down and crossed her legs. The fuck me heels she had worn the night before clung to her feet. She thought she should buy a riding crop to go with the shoes. Remembering how it felt to have her arms behind her back, she wondered if the party time guys could come by later today.