Shop of Unearthly Delights
Chapter 7: Aoife
* * *When Travis had left the Shop of Unearthly Delights a few hours ago, he had been accompanied by one woman. Now, he returned with two.
“You’re back!” Mr. Maroney exclaimed from behind the counter. “Did you avert the bimbopocalypse?”
“Yeah,” Travis said. “Is that really what we’re going to call it?”
“Well what else would you call it?” Mr. Maroney asked. His eyes drifted to Travis’ new companion, and widened in surprise. “Aoife?” he asked. “Long time no see.”
Aoife nodded. “Long time no see,” she muttered unenthusiastically.
“You guys know each other?” Beth asked.
“She used to work here,” Mr. Maroney explained. “And Travis, I must say, unlike some people I could name, she never accidentally enslaved anyone.”
Travis shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah,” he said. “About that… It, um, kind of happened again.”
Mr. Maroney raised an eyebrow at him, then looked at Aoife, then looked back at Travis. “Really?”
“Really,” Aoife said flatly. “I was being bimbofied, and I was confused, and I saw the potion and, well… drank it.”
Mr. Maroney nodded. “Five-and-eight rule, Travis.”
“I’m not trying to build a harem!”
“You don’t have to. These things just sort of happen.”
Travis didn’t know how to respond to that.
Mr. Maroney shrugged. “You can take the rest of the day off,” he said. “It’s only a few hours to close anyway.”
“Um…” Travis said.
“I’ll still pay you for the hours.”
“Alright then.”
“Have you good day!” Mr. Maroney called as Travis, Beth, and Aoife walked out of the store.
“That was awkward,” Beth said. She checked her phone. “Oh, shit. Master, I promised I’d go out for drinks with Janey tonight.”
Travis nodded. Janey was Beth’s best friend. He’d met her twice. She seemed OK. “Go ahead,” he said. “Don’t keep her waiting.”
“Thank you, Master,” Beth said. She turned to go, but Travis grabbed her arm.
“Hey.” He pulled her to him and gave her a quick kiss. “Now you can go.”
Beth smiled up at him and headed off down the sidewalk.
Travis and Aoife watched her go. Finally, Aoife spoke.
“So… Master,” she said. “Are you going to fuck me?”
Travis nearly choked. “What?”
“Are you going to fuck me?” She asked it calmly and matter-of-factly.
He looked at her. The petite redhead had an expression of indifference. “Um… do you want me to fuck you?”
Aoife rolled her eyes. “Obviously.”
“Obviously?”
“The Servis?” Aoife said, as if talking to an exceptionally dense child. “It causes me to be sexually attracted to you. Quite a bit, actually. You do know how it works, right?”
“Um.”
Aoife waved a hand dismissively. “Doesn’t matter. Are you going to fuck me or not?”
“Uh, Beth…”
“She won’t give a shit,” Aoife said. “We can’t get jealous or possessive. Servis. We’re sex slaves. Do I need to spell it out for you?”
Travis blinked. “Point,” he said. “I’m not really used to this.”
“Clearly,” Aoife said dryly.
Truth be told, Travis was getting annoyed. He took a step to Aoife, took her face in his hand, and leaned in to kiss her. Her eyes widened and she parted her lips, and as their mouths brushed against one another, she leaned in.
And Travis pulled back.
“No,” he said. “Not until you’re nicer to me.”
Aoife stared up at him, confusion written on her face. “What?”
“No sex,” Travis said, “until you’re nicer to me. It’s simple.”
“What do you…?”
“I suggest you start being nice soon. I’m heading home.” Travis turned around and started to walk away.
He smirked when he heard Aoife exclaim “wait!” He soon heard her footsteps following after him. She was soon walking alongside him.
“I’m sorry,” she said. It sounded forced. “I didn’t mean to piss you off.”
“I don’t think most people do,” Travis said.
“Well, yeah, um…”
Travis was parked in a parking garage. He entered it with Aoife alongside him, trying to figure out what to say to him. He wondered if maybe it was inappropriate for him to enjoy this as much as he was.
He reached his car. “Are you sorry?” he asked.
“Yes.” She sounded vaguely worried, but still not really sincere. Travis guessed it wasn’t in her nature to apologize.
Still, it was good enough for him. “Get in,” he told her. He looked directly at her for the first time since he’d started walking away outside the Shop.
There she was, looking at him with an expression he was not used to seeing. Her pale, freckled face was nearly as red as her short hair. Her eyes were fixed on him. Her mouth was slightly open, a part of her bottom lip was held under her teeth.
It was one thing to know, intellectually, that she wanted him. It was another thing entirely to see it written so plainly on her face. He blinked and almost stepped back. The fact that this woman so desperately wanted him hit him like a brick to the face.
Aoife nodded. “Yes, Master,” she said. It was just above a whispered. She walked quickly around the car and got in. Travis pulled his phone out and texted Beth.
Aoife wants me to fuck her.
He opened the car door, and as he climbed in his phone went off. Travis sat in the driver’s seat and read Beth’s response.
Then do it! ;D
Travis smiled. He could get used to this.
As he started the car, he glanced at the woman sitting next to him. She was still wearing that dress. A thought occurred to him.
“Take off your panties,” he said.
Aoife started. “What?”
“Take off,” Travis repeated, “your panties.”
She hesitated a moment, then fidgeted around a bit as Travis backed out of his parking space. “Fold them up and put them on my lap when you’re done,” Travis said, eyes focused on driving.
As he put the car in drive and started out of the garage, Aoife reached over and placed her underwear on his leg. He smiled and glanced at her yet again. “Good girl.”
“Thank you, Master,” she said breathily.
“Are you getting off on obeying me?”
“No. Yes. It… it feels good to obey you. I don’t want to, but at the same time I do want to. I want to please you like I want to eat and drink and breathe. I can’t not try to please you.”
Travis didn’t even bother to hide his grin. “It’s about a ten-minute drive,” he told her. “Masturbate for me on the way there.”
“Here? In this car?”
“Did I stutter.”
“No, Master, you didn’t.” There was an edge in her voice. A slight annoyance. Aoife wasn’t like Beth. “I’ll… I’ll do it.”
Travis could only occasionally spare a look at her at a stoplight, or a quick glance when he was reasonably certain of safety. Aoife spread her legs open and hiked up her dress, revealing a tuff of red pubic hair. She rubbed a hand against herself, silently at first, but it wasn’t long before little gasps and moans began to escape her lips. Her fingers, closed together when she began, started to move about, exploring her folds, rubbing different parts of her sex.
“Do you do this often?” Travis asked.
“N-no,” she gasped.
“Why not?”
“I d-don’t have, oh, time.”
“What? Not even when lying in bed at night?”
“I just, uh, don’t m-masturbate a lot, oh, Master.”
“Well then,” Travis said mischievously. “It’s good thing you have me now. I’ll teach you how to be a proper little slut. You’ll like that.”
“I… I will?”
“You’ll love it. When I’m done with you, you’ll be my perfect little slut.”
“Your perfect, oh! Your perfect l-little slut…”
“You feel good, with your fingers in your little cunt?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You want to keep feeling good? Feel even better?”
“Yes, Master!”
“You do, don’t you? You want me to make you into my little slave-slut.”
“Oh God, yes!”
“Beg me for it.”
“I… I want you to make me into your little slave-slut, Master! I want to be your perfect little slut, Master! I…”
“We’re here.” Travis parked the car. They were outside his apartment building. “Stop masturbating and put your dress back.”
He unbuckled and climbed out of the car as Aoife did as he told her and followed him out. Her face had become even redder, and her breathing was uneven.
“Please don’t tell anyone about that,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me.”
Travis grinned at her. “I think I’ll tell Beth about it. She’d like to know.”
Aoife looked at him with wide eyes. “But…”
“She’s a slave-slut, like you,” Travis told her. “It’ll be fine.”
Aoife didn’t respond. She looked sullen, like she was on the verge of pouting.
“Come on,” Travis said. “Follow me.”
Thankfully, his roommate wasn’t home. Travis didn’t actually know Jim all that well. Travis had been looking for a place to live and Jim had been looking for a new roommate, and the two peacefully tolerated one another. Travis didn’t feel like trying to explain why and how he’d brought home a different girl than the one he’d already been fucking.
Travis took Aoife by the hand, and guided her to his bedroom.
“Are you nervous?” he asked her.
“No,” Aoife said, and Travis knew it was a lie.
“I am,” he told her. “But I’m not going to let that get in the way of enjoying this.”
She gave him a quizzical look, and he kissed her.
It wasn’t like kissing Beth. Aoife didn’t force her tongue into his mouth or kiss him back with any force. She kissed him back, but it was a gentler kiss. When his tongue made its way into her mouth, she accepted it, rubbed her tongue along his, but she seemed to have no interest in exploring his mouth. It was an odd thing to notice, but after so long with Beth, Travis couldn’t help but compare the two and note the subtle differences between them.
His hands roamed her body. He cupped at her butt. Firm. Just enough there to provide a cushion. His fingers brushed at her breasts. She wore no bra. She hadn’t needed one with her small tits, though now her nipples poked longingly through the fabric of her dress.
So Travis was pulling the dress over her head, and the girl stood before him, naked and beautiful. Gently, he took her shoulders and pushed her on his bed. He pulled his own shirt off and, as one hand worked at his pants, he bent down and pushed her legs apart.
Travis leaned in and kissed her where her legs met. She was so wet already, and he wasted no time in exploring her folds with her tongue. Soon enough, his pants and underwear were off, and he was eagerly eating her out. She gasped and moaned above him, the word “master” slurred from her lips more than once. As he continued to lick and suckle and kiss and caress, he was rewarded when Aoife arched her back and cried out and her pussy convulsed around his mouth.
He couldn’t help but smile. This beautiful, delicate-looking creature. And he’d made her come.
He pushed her further up the bed and climbed up above her. He kissed her, on the mouth this time, and she eagerly kissed him back. He kneaded what little breast she had, and soon was kissing his way down her neck, until he could lick and suck her nipples.
All signs of Aoife’s haughtiness, her bitterness, her need to verbally belittle, were gone. She could only make animalistic noises as Travis explored and enjoyed her body.
Eventually, he grew bored of her tits and kissed her again, and guided his rock-hard member into her soaking wet pussy.
She felt tighter than Beth, though no less warm and wet. He thrust into her, pulled out, thrust in again. Soon he had a steady rhythm, and Aoife could only moan into his mouth as she wrapped her arms and legs around him.
Travis didn’t think she’d enjoy rough sex like Beth did, so he took it slowly and gently. “Making love” was a phrase that he’d never really put much stock in, but here, he thought, it seemed appropriate.
But when he felt his orgasm building and he tried to pull out, Aoife’s legs stiffened around him and pushed him back into her.
“It’s OK,” she gasped. “I can’t… I want to feel you.”
Travis kissed her again as he came.