Fun Shay
Part IX — The White Tiger
“Hey, Mr. Lee. How you doing today?”
The old shopkeeper looked at the girl. “I’m doing fine, Miss Shay. And how are you doing?”
“I’m doing okay.”
The old man cocked his head. “Pardon me for saying it but it doesn’t sound that way to me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you had something on your mind.”
“You can tell?” Shay asked.
The old man nodded. “I can tell, so why don’t you tell me. What’s on your mind?”
For a moment, it seemed as if Shay wasn’t going to say anything, but then she sighed. “Did you know there’s been a rash of burglaries around here, Mr. Lee?”
The old grocer nodded. “I have heard. The police, they came here. They tell me to make sure I keep an eye out.”
“So you already know?”
The old man nodded. “I know, but tell me, why does this concern you?”
“What do you mean why does it concern me? I don’t want to be robbed.”
“No one does, but I assume you take precautions.”
“Precautions?”
The old man nodded. “You know. Like making sure your door is locked. Like looking out for suspicious people.”
“Oh yeah. I do that.”
“But you’re still worried.”
“Well yeah.”
“May I ask why?”
“It ... it’s because I’m a girl,” Shay said.
“Yes, and?”
“And I wouldn’t want the robber breaking into my apartment when I was alone.”
“But from what the police say, that’s not the way this man operates. He always makes sure the place is empty first.”
“What? You mean he can’t make a mistake?”
The old man nodded. “I think I understand. You’re looking for a little peace of mind.”
“Well yeah. I guess.”
The man seemed to think it over and then he seemed to come to a decision. “I think maybe I can help,” he said finally.
“How?”
“Wait here,” the man said and with that, he went into the back.
It wasn’t long before he returned and when he did return, he had something in his hand. “What’s that?” the girl asked.
The old shopkeeper held up his hand and as he did, the thing he was carrying dropped free from his hand and it was only then that Shay could see what it really was. It looked like a charm of some sort, the girl thought but why would he be bringing it to her. “What’s that?” Mr. Lee.
“It’s called White Tiger.”
Shay could see that now or rather she could see that the charm looked like the head of a tiger, a white tiger with black stripes and glittering eyes. There was something about those eyes, and ...
Shay shook her head. Whoa, she thought. What had she been doing. “Wh-what’s that for,” she said quickly.
The man held the charm up and Shay couldn’t help but feel like her eyes were being drawn back to the tiger’s eyes. “It’s a charm,” she heard the shopkeeper say but all the while, she was looking at the little tiger head. “The tiger gives you security. You hang it on the western wall where you live and ...”
Shay shook her head. What had the man been saying. “I’m sorry but I don’t think I caught that, Mr. Lee. What did you say?”
“I said the white tiger gives you security. You hang it on the western wall of your bedroom ...”
“The western wall,” the girl said. Why did she keep spacing out whenever Mr. Lee was speaking?
“Yes. The western wall. White Tiger creates a void that the forces of evil cannot cross.”
Shay shook her head again. There was something about it. There was something about the charm that the man was holding.
Wait a minute, she told herself. He’d said something to her but what had he said? “What’d you say?” she asked.
“I asked if you wanted to have it,” the man said.
Did she want it? Of course, she did. She wasn’t sure why that was the right answer. “Yes, Mr. Lee. I want it.”
The man held out his hand and then he dropped the charm into Shay’s palm and almost from the moment it landed in her palm, the fuzziness she’d been feeling suddenly went away.
“Remember,” the man said, “for the effect you want, you want to hang that on your western wall.”
“My western wall,” Shay said as her hand closed around the charm and even as she said it, she wondered why it was she’d agreed to what the man had said.
Shay took the charm and she walked to her car but it wasn’t until she got there that she realized she’d forgotten to purchase her groceries. She should go back in, she told herself. She should go back in and she should get her groceries and yet when she told herself that, there was another part of her that told herself with almost the same amount of vim and vigor that whatever it was that she needed, it could wait.
She should go back in, she told herself. She was already here. Why should she leave when she was already here.
She didn’t need to go back in. Whatever it was that she needed, it could wait until later.
But why should it wait? She was already here.
But so what if she was? She was already in her car.
She should go back in.
She should just go.
It wasn’t until she was halfway home that she realized it. She hadn’t gone back in. Oh well, the girl told herself. She could always go back tomorrow.
She arrived home and she promptly went to her room and she put down her book-bag and her purse. She was tired, she told herself. She was tired but first she needed a little bite to eat.
She went out to the kitchen and she fixed herself a bowl of soup and a small salad which she brought to the living room where she turned on the TV.
It was a couple hours later and she was still sitting there and for the life of her, she couldn’t remember a show she’d watched and she still had some homework to do.
She went to her bedroom and that’s when she remembered the pendant. She took the pendant out and once more, she stared at the tiger’s head.
Once more, she had to snap herself out of it. There was just something she liked about it. She wasn’t even sure what. There was just something she liked.
But what was it Mr. Lee had said. It was for security. White Tiger protects. That was it, and there was something else. She was supposed to put it on her west wall.
But which way was west?
She remembered what Danielle had said. She had an east facing window. Well if her window faced east, then since the two of them had adjoining bedrooms, then Danielle’s opposite wall should be west, right?
She walked over to their adjoining wall and she pulled out of her bulletin board and she pinned the pendant to the board. There, she thought. That was done.
She took her book bag and she hauled it out to the front of the apartment and for the next couple of hours, she worked on her homework.
Finally though, she was done. She put her last book down and she rubbed her neck. It was good to get that over with.
But the problem was what was she going to do now?
She supposed she could have watched some television but really, there was nothing on she wanted to watch.
She supposed she could have gone out but she didn’t want to if she didn’t have someone to go out with.
In the end, what she decided she wanted to do was to go online and chat with her friends. It was safer that way and funner, too.
She got a Diet Coke from the refrigerator and a couple of cookies, well maybe a little more than a couple, she was going to have to work out harder because of those, she chided herself, and she took her haul to her bedroom and she waited for her computer to boot up.
She took another drink from her soda as she waited for the computer to finish its start-up she could see the White Tiger pendant out of the corner of her eye and every time she did, it was like she just sort of froze, even if only for a moment.
There weren’t too many guys online, she noted, but sometimes, it wasn’t the quantity of the people, it was the quality of them.
Oh look, she noted. Kay was online.
Kay was her best friend from high school. “Hiya,” she typed in.
“Long time no talk.”
“I know. Where you been?”
“Out.”
“Out? What do you mean out?”
“Just out.”
“Come on, K, what’s up?”
“I think I got a bf.”
“What?! No way.”
“Way.”
“What’s his name?”
“Mark.”
“Where’d you meet him?”
“Playing basketball.”
“You were playing basketball?”
“Not me. Him. I was watching.”
“Oh.” And then, “I take it you liked what you saw.”
“He had his shirt off.”
“Kay?!”
“What?”
Shay was about to answer when she caught sight of the White Tiger pendant hanging from her bulletin board and for a moment there, she just froze.
Shay shook her head but she’d just had a thought of Kay with her shirtless man. Hell, she didn’t even know what the man looked like and yet it was like she could just picture him in her mind.
She wanted her own basketball player.
“You still there,” Kay asked.
Shay shook her head. “I’m here.”
“I was beginning to wonder.”
“Just got distracted for a sec. So you got a bf, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Why?”
“Because you need one.”
“I do not.”
“Come on, Kay. This is me. I know you.”
“Well ...”
“Well what?”
“Well, I guess I do kind of like it.”
“Told ya.”
“But it’s not like I need it.”
Shay was about to type something else when she once more caught a glimpse of the White Tiger pendant hanging from her bulletin board and just like the last time, she just sort of froze.
She shook her head and when she looked at the screen, there were a string of messages there from her friend.
“Hey,” the first one said, “you there?”
“Shay?” came the second message? “You still there?”
“Shay?”
“If you can’t talk, I guess I gotta go.”
And then finally, “I guess I’ll talk with you later,” and Shay could see that her friend was now logged off.
When had all that happened, Shay wondered. She’d only spaced out for like a couple of seconds or something. Surely, not long enough for her friend to have wondered where she was or anything like that.
So Kay had a boyfriend, Shay thought. Well good for her. Her friend had always been a bit tough on guys. It seemed she was always looking for ulterior motives in everything they did. Heck, sometimes, she was even right. Sometimes, guys really were schmucks. So if Kay’d found someone she liked, well then good for her.
Once more, Shay’s eyes found the pendant tacked to her bulletin board and once more, she seemed to lose her focus.
Shay blinked her eyes. What the hell?
And yet even as she sat there, her eyes once more found the pendant.
She shook her head. No, she told herself. No. That was enough of that. That was enough of her daydreaming.
Except ...
No, she told herself yet again. No exceptions. Geez. What was the matter with her? Here she was and she was just kind of spacing out. Geez, she told herself. Get a grip on yourself. Think about something else.
Yeah, something else, like topless guys playing basketball. Mmm yeah. That was something to think about.
No, that wasn’t what she meant, she told herself, and yet ...
And yet, why shouldn’t she think about that, she told herself. What was wrong with that. Oh geez, she was so hot.
She knew what she wanted. She stood up and she took her jeans off. Almost in the same motion, she took her top off, too, and then she was tossing herself down onto her bed.
Her hands didn’t have to be told what to do. One of them was already teasing her breasts even as the other one slipped between her legs. Mmm yeah, she told herself. She was so fucking wet.
It didn’t take her long to strip off her panties and then her fingers were sliding between her legs. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah.” That was what she needed.
Oh yeah, some shirtless basketball fucking her pussy. Mmm yeah. That’s what she wanted. She needed someone to fill her up.
Oh my God. Oh my God. That was it. Oh my God. She was going to cum. Oh my God. She was going to cum. She was going to cum so fucking hard.
And almost as if on cue, her body did exactly that, her body shaking uncontrollably with the release of her orgasm, and yet at the same time ...
And yet, Shay knew, there was something missing.
Something was wrong. Shay knew that almost from the moment she woke up the next morning. Something was wrong.
Something was missing, Shay decided. Something was missing, but what it was, she just couldn’t seem to figure that out.
It was what she’d done the night before, she decided. It was the fantasy about being fucked. That had to be it. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted some guy to fill her up.
She rubbed her pussy in the hopes that she could get that feeling back again but it wouldn’t return. No matter, Shay told herself. She had classes to go to anyway.
She got herself dressed and she got herself ready for class. She’d left her bedroom and she’d been about to leave the apartment when she came out to the kitchen and she saw Danielle there and for some reason, she stopped.
She’d been about to do something, she told herself, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what it was.
Danielle looked up and she saw her roommate standing there. “Something wrong?” she asked.
That was all it took to snap Shay out of it. Class, she remembered. That’s what she was doing. She was on her way to class. “Nothing’s wrong,” she said. “I’m just on my way to class.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Why did she seem to freeze, Shay wondered, and yet she had no answer to that.
“Something else?” Danielle asked.
Again, Shay was jolted out of her reverie. “No,” she said. “Nothing else.”
Shay couldn’t believe how easy her classes went. It was weird, she thought. It was all so simple. It was like she was so receptive to what the instructors were saying. It was like what they were saying went straight into her mind. It was like she so totally got it.
“Hard class today, huh?”
Shay looked at the boy packing up his book bag. “What?”
“I said it was a hard class today.”
“You thought that was hard?”
“Yeah. Didn’t you?”
Shay was confused. She didn’t think it was hard but she was wondering now. Had she missed something? She didn’t think she’d missed anything and as she replayed the scene in her head, she couldn’t think of anything she’d missed. “I didn’t think it was hard,” she said.
“You’re kidding, right?”
Shay shook her head. She wasn’t kidding.
The boy just shook his head in disbelief. “Sheesh,” he said. “Some people.”
Shay wasn’t sure if that was meant to be a compliment but she decided to take it that way. She just hoped she wasn’t missing something important.
Shay went to the library to see if a book was in and then she went to the student union to get a bite to eat and then it was off to a 3:00 class before her school day was done.
She couldn’t help it. She wasn’t sure what it was but she had this feeling that everything was going to be okay.
“I’m home,” she announced when she walked into the apartment.
“It’s about time,” Danielle said.
Shay could sense the tension and for a moment, she just seemed to freeze. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“It’s that burglar guy. He struck again.”
Shay started to tense and then the tension seemed to drain out of her. “I forgot to tell you,” she said.
“Forgot to tell me what?”
“I got us some protection.”
“What are you talking about?”
Even now, it sounded strange to her ears but Shay couldn’t help herself. “I got us some protection.”
“What kind of protection?”
“I got it from Mr. Lee.”
“From that grocer guy?”
Shay nodded.
Danielle shook her head. “I don’t understand. What’d you get from Mr. Lee that could help protect us?”
It was hard to understand, Shay realized. Why had she ... why had she thought that Mr. Lee’s charm was going to protect them?
“Well,” Danielle demanded. “I’m waiting.”
She’d show her, Shay thought. She’d show Danielle and then maybe Danielle would understand. “I’ll show you,” she said.
“Show me what?”
“Come on. Follow me.”
It was clear that Danielle didn’t understand but it was clear that she was willing to follow at least for a time. “All right,” she said. “Lead on.”
Suddenly, Shay felt more confident in what she was doing. She’d show Danielle and then Danielle would understand, too.
She led the way to her bedroom and then she pointed at the charm on her bulletin board. “He gave me that,” she said proudly.
“He gave you what?”
Wasn’t it obvious? Shay thought it was but now she wasn’t so sure. “The pendant,” she said hesitantly. “He gave me that. It’s called White Tiger.”
“So what? What’s it supposed to do?”
“It’s um ... it’s supposed to give you protection. You, um, you’re supposed to put it on your ... um ... on your west wall, and it’s supposed to create a ... um ... a void between you and your enemies.”
“A void, huh?”
Shay nodded.
“Two problems with that. First, I don’t believe in all that Chinese metaphysical crap, and second, that’s not your west wall.”
Shay suddenly felt disoriented. “It’s not?”
Danielle shook her head. “That’s the wall between our two rooms. That’s your wall that faces to the east. If anything, that thing’s on my western wall so if anything, that means you’re in MY void zone. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“I guess.”
“You guess,” exclaimed a flustered Danielle. “You guess what?”
“I guess I’m in your void zone.”
“You guess you’re in my void zone?” Danielle asked, and that’s when she noticed the near blank expression on her friend’s face. “Shay? Can you hear me? Shay?”
“Uh huh,” Shay said lethargically.
“Are you saying you’re in my void zone?”
“Uh huh.”
“Okay, prove it.”
“Huh?”
“Prove it.”
She was supposed to do something. Shay knew that, but she couldn’t seem to remember what it was she was supposed to do. It was like looking at the tiger’s eyes. It was like ... it was so hard to think.
“Come on,” Danielle said. “Can’t you think of anything to say?”
Shay just stood there helplessly. That was the problem. She couldn’t seem to think of anything.
“I know,” her roommate said. “Follow me.”
That was easy enough to do and it was even enjoyable, too. It didn’t feel right not having a thought in her head but when someone told her what to do, well, she should be able to think for herself but at least when someone told her what she should think, at least that was something.
“Lie down on my bed,” Danielle ordered.
Again, Shay did as she was told to do.
“Take your jeans off.”
Shay popped open the buttons on her jeans and she kicked off her shoes and moments later, she was sliding the jeans past her feet.
Danielle couldn’t help but stare. So far, it seemed as if her roommate was willing to do whatever she said, but what if it was all an act. She could take a lot of flak over this if this suddenly went south.
But what if it wasn’t a trick. What if her roommate really was going to do what she was told to do. There was only one way to find out.
“Take your top off,” Danielle ordered.
Again, Shay responded seemingly without any thought at all.
Danielle licked her lips. She wondered if just how far her friend was going to take this but there was only one way to find out. “Take your bra off,” she ordered.
Shay took her bra off.
Only one thing left to say now. “Take your panties off,” Danielle ordered.
She halfway expected Shay to suddenly come to her senses but the next thing she knew, there was Shay lying naked on her bed.
“So you’re in my void, are you? That must mean you’re an empty-headed little slut, aren’t you?”
Danielle fully expected Shay to recoil from that characterization of her but instead, she said nothing which Danielle found almost as off-putting. She wanted something. She wanted some kind of confirmation.
“Tell me,” Danielle said. “Tell me you’re a pussy hungry slut.”
“I’m a pussy hungry slut.”
Yeah right. Did she really believe her? Could she afford not to believe her?
Danielle already knew what she was going to do. She’d wanted to do it almost from the first day she’d met her roommate. She didn’t care what might happen if she did it because she’d already told herself that she was going to do it anyway.
So she pulled her top over her head and she undid the clasps on her bra and she unzipped her skirt and she lowered her panties and all the while, she watched the girl on her bed to see how she would react.
How Shay reacted was by not doing anything at all. In fact, she barely seemed to notice anything that Danielle did.
Danielle slid a hand in between Shay’s knees. “Tell me you want me to lick your pussy,” she said.
Shay sighed. “I want you to lick my pussy.”
Danielle’s hand moved up between Shay’s legs. “Open your thighs,” she ordered, and almost as if by magic, Shay’s legs parted for her hand. “Tell me what you want again.”
“I want you to lick my pussy.”
Oh yeah. That’s what she wanted to hear her roommate say. “Spread those legs even wider and tell me what you want again.”
“I want you to lick my pussy.”
Danielle slid between her friend’s legs and then she worked her way all the way to the tops of her friend’s legs. Danielle wasn’t going to ask what her friend wanted again because she already knew what the answer was and besides, if this was all some elaborate joke, she just didn’t care anymore. She was going to go with this for as long as this was going to go.
She was rewarded with a moan from her roommate.
“Yeah, you like this, don’t you? You like having a girl eat your pussy.”
“Oh yeah,” Shay moaned.
“Oh yeah what?”
“I like having a girl eat my pussy.”
“In fact, you like having this girl eat your pussy, don’t you?”
“Mmm yeah,” Shay moaned.
“Yeah what?”
“Yeah, I love having you eat my pussy.”
Danielle grinned. She wasn’t sure why her roommate was acting like this but she didn’t much care. Once more, her tongue slid between Shay’s legs.
“Oh fuck,” the other girl moaned. “Oh fuck.”
Shay’s clit was right there and Danielle couldn’t help but love it the way Shay moaned every time her tongue found Shay’s clit.
She could have made Shay cum. In fact, her body was totally ready. It wouldn’t have taken that much more to push her over the edge but at the last moment, she pulled back.
“No, don’t,” Shay whimpered.
“You’re in my void zone,” Danielle said. “That means you do what I say.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, it means I do what you say.”
Danielle felt a surge of electricity course through her. It wasn’t like she shouldn’t have not expected her friend to say it but it was just so hot when she did.
“You know what I want?”
Shay shook her head.
“I want you to eat my pussy. I always have. Did you know that?”
Again, Shay shook her head.
“You want to eat my pussy, don’t you?”
Shay wasn’t sure what she wanted. It was just that her head felt so empty that it was good to have a thought, any thought, there between her ears.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“I want to eat your pussy.”
“You want to eat my pussy so bad.”
“I want to eat your pussy so bad.”
“You’re going to make me cum, aren’t you?”
“I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
“Oh I have little doubt that,” Danielle said as she pulled her friend’s face between her thighs. She had no idea what had happened to her friend but she definitely knew what she wanted to have happen and all of that was going to start as soon as Shay’s tongue slid down between Danielle’s legs.
“Oh fuck,” the girl moaned as Shay’s tongue pursued her. Oh fuck. “Eager aren’t we?”
Shay didn’t answer, of course, but then maybe she didn’t have to. After all, her tongue seemed to be saying everything that needed to be said.
“Oh my God,” Danielle moaned. “Oh my God. You’re going to make me cum. Oh my God.”
If Shay noticed what her friend had said, she didn’t say a thing. After all, she was just doing what she’d been told to do.
“Oh my God,” Danielle moaned even louder. Oh my God. Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Shay McDaniels woke up in her bed. She was naked but her mind took no notice of that. It wasn’t that she expected to be naked. It was just that her mind took no notice of that.
She was supposed to do something, she told herself. She was supposed to do something, only ...
She wrinkled her brow as she tried to think. She was supposed to do something ... only it was just so hard to think.
There was a knock at her door and Shay looked at her door before looking down at herself. She looked around. She couldn’t answer the door like this. “Who is it?” she called out as she looked around frantically for something that she could wear.
“It’s Danielle.”
Shay froze. It was like her mind just kind of went numb. “Danielle?”
“Yes,” said the voice on the other end of the door.
“I’m, um, I’m not decent.”
“Oh come now. I hardly believe that.”
For a moment there, Shay froze. She wasn’t sure how long but she froze.
“Shay?”
Shay said nothing.
“Come on. Open the door up. You know you want to.”
Still, Shay said nothing.
“I know how your mind works,” her roommate said.
It was so easy, Shay thought. It was so easy to accept whatever her roommate said.
“You know you want to,” her roommate said. “You know you need someone to fill the void.”
The void ... yes, she needed someone to fill the void.
“Come on, Shay.”
She barely realized she was doing it but Shay was moving towards the door and then her hand was reaching out. It was almost like she was watching someone else, she told herself. It was almost like she was watching someone else turn the door handle.
“There you go,” Danielle said. “That’s a good girl.”
She was a good girl, Shay told herself.
“You want to lick my pussy, don’t you?”
Shay nodded but then for a moment, she couldn’t help but wonder why.
“What do you want?”
“I want to lick your pussy.”
“But tell me,” her roommate said. “Don’t you ever get tired of this?”
Shay shook her head.
“We do this every morning,” Danielle reminded her roommate.
We do, Shay asked herself, and yet, now that her roommate had mentioned it, now she seemed to remember something.
Danielle stroked her friend’s cheek. “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t complain. After all, you can’t help yourself, can you?”
Shay shook her head.
“Tell me what you want again.”
For a moment, it was like she didn’t know the answer but suddenly it came to her and Shay had the feeling that this wasn’t the first time she’d answered that question. “I want to eat your pussy,” she said.
“You do, do you?”
Shay nodded. Now that she’d said it, she knew. She needed to eat her friend’s pussy. She needed it to fill her void.
Danielle chuckled. “You know, if I knew you were going to be this pliable, I would have sent you to Mr. Lee a long time ago to get one of those white tiger pendants. “Ah well, can’t be helped, but I suppose you might as well follow me.”
Shay couldn’t help but freeze when her roommate spoke. She wasn’t even sure why but all she knew was that when Danielle was done speaking, she just didn’t want to do what Danielle said, she needed to do it.
She followed Danielle to her room and Danielle pointed at her bed. “I guess I don’t have to tell you to take your clothes off,” she said with a grin. “Get on my bed, Shay.”
Shay couldn’t wait to comply. She just knew she had to do what she was told to do.
“My, my, my, my, my. Would you look at you. You’re just so eager to please, aren’t you?”
Shay froze for a moment and then she nodded. Of course she was eager. She was eager to please.
Danielle pulled her top off. “You know my tits are getting bigger, don’t you?”
Shay nodded. She hadn’t actually noticed but then she was just so eager to please.
“It’s because I’m pregnant,” her roommate said. “You knew that, didn’t you?”
Shay nodded. She would have nodded even if she hadn’t remembered that.
“I’m even starting to show a little here,” Danielle said as one of her hands stroked her belly.
Again, Shay nodded.
“I’ll bet you like that, don’t you? I’ll bet you like my baby belly.”
Shay nodded. She wasn’t sure she’d ever thought about that before, but she was just so eager to please.
“I’m not going to be able to wear these jeans all that much longer,” Danielle said.
Shay nodded.
“I suppose I ought to get out of these jeans right now, right?”
Again, Shay nodded.
Danielle grinned as she took off her jeans. “That’s what I like about you, Shay. You’re always so agreeable but then you couldn’t say no to me even if you wanted to. Isn’t that right?”
Why would she ever want to say no, Shay wondered even as Danielle removed her panties. After all, all she really wanted to do was to please.
Off came the jeans and then off came the panties and Danielle was taking her place on her bed. “I think you know what to do,” she said.
Indeed she did. Shay slipped between her friend’s legs and moments later, her tongue was on her friend’s pussy and then on her friend’s hungry, little clitty.
And Shay couldn’t help but moan. She liked this. She liked licking her friend’s pussy. She liked it a lot.
There was something wrong.
Shay wasn’t sure how she knew it. She just knew that there was something wrong.
And yet, knowing that there was something wrong wasn’t enough to identify exactly what the problem was.
She supposed she could have asked Danielle but Danielle never seemed to want to talk anymore. She just wanted to order her around. Not that that was a bad thing, of course. Shay couldn’t help but love it when her friend told her what to do. There was just something so right about it, something right about having Danielle order her around, about having Danielle tell her what to do, about having Danielle fill her mind with what it was that she was supposed to think.
But that wasn’t going to help her. That wasn’t going to help her figure out what was wrong.
When had things started to go wrong, and even as she thought that, Shay couldn’t help but wonder if she was imagining it all. Maybe there wasn’t anything wrong at all. Maybe it was all in her head.
But it wasn’t in her head. Shay was sure of that. It was ...
It was what?
It all went back to the White Tiger, she thought. It all went back to when she’d brought that home.
But that was as far as her mind could go. She’d made a connection but her mind couldn’t seem to put it all together. It was just that something was wrong.
That night, Danielle brought home a toy. It was something she’d wanted for a while now, she told her friend, and Shay could only nod her acceptance.
“Put it on,” Danielle said.
Shay, of course, put it on. She’d never had a cock before but there wasn’t any doubt about it. She had a cock now.
“You know how boys can be, don’t you,” her friend was saying. “Sometimes, they get their cock near your pussy and suddenly, they can’t think of anything else.”
Shay knew what her friend was talking about.
“I want you to be the boy tonight,” Danielle said. “I want you to be the one with the cock. I want you to fuck me hard like a boy who can’t think of anything else.”
Like a boy, Shay thought.
“Don’t even think about it,” Danielle said. “I just want you to do it.”
Just do it, Shay thought. That was what she wanted, too.
Shay wrapped her fingers around her cock. Be like the boys, she thought. Yeah. She could do that. She could be like the boys.
It was easy, she told herself. It was easy to not think about anything except fucking her friend’s pussy.
“Take your clothes off,” she said.
“Oooh, now you’re talking,” Danielle said even as she did exactly what she was told to do. Off came her dress and her bra and her panties. “Now what?”
“Mmm. Bend over.”
“Bend over, huh? That’s even better.”
It was better because there was her friend’s pussy just waiting for her cock. It was so much better.
“What are you going to do now?”
That was all it took to remind Shay that she had a job to do. That was all it took to press the head of that cock between her friend’s pussy.
“That’s it,” Danielle encouraged her. “Fuck me.”
Shay didn’t really need the encouragement. She already knew what was expected of her. She pushed her cock between her friend’s legs.
“Oh yeah,” Danielle moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck me.”
All that mattered now was sliding that synthetic cock between her friend’s legs. All that mattered was listening to her friend moan, and in the end, all that mattered was making her friend cum.
“You’re really good at that,” Danielle said. “Maybe you should have been born a boy. Then you could just fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck.”
She wanted to fuck.
“I’m going to cum,” Danielle said.
She wanted that, too. She wanted to make her friend cum.
“Oh fuck,” Danielle screamed and then she screamed again and that’s when Shay knew. She was making her friend cum, just like she was supposed to do.
Something was wrong.
It was the White Tiger. Shay knew that. It had taken a while to figure it out but she’d finally figured it out.
It was the White Tiger and Shay knew she was just going to have to take it back.
It was hard though. Even though she knew what she was doing, it was hard to take the pendant off of her bulletin board.
It was even harder once she had it in her hand. It was hard not to just stop and stare. It was hard to keep her focus.
Somehow though, somehow, she managed to do it. Somehow, she managed to get herself to her car and somehow, she managed to get herself on her way.
It was easier with the thing in her purse and besides, the drive over to Mr. Lee’s grocery wasn’t all that long a drive.
“Hi, Mr. Lee.”
“Miss Shay. Long time no see.”
“Yeah, Mr. Lee.”
“What brings you here today?”
“I need to return something to you?”
“You need to return something to me? And what might that be?”
Shay reached in her purse and she pulled out the White Tiger pendant. “This,” she said.
“I don’t think I understand.”
Shay was confused. What was there to understand. She was returning it to the man. Wasn’t that obvious and yet now that she had the pendant back out in the open, now she was finding herself once more unable to keep her focus.
“Don’t you like the pendant?” the old grocer asked.
It wasn’t that, Shay wanted to say but she just couldn’t seem to find the words.
“Don’t you want to be mindless?” the man asked. “Don’t you want to be subject to the whims and desires of whoever might want to order you around?”
What? No. That wasn’t right, was it?
“Or perhaps you’d like something else.”
“Something else?”
“I think you know what I mean.”
Shay had no idea what the man was talking about.
“You know, I’ve been looking for a girl like you. Someone who’s so open and receptive and even a little bit gullible.”
She wasn’t gullible, Shay wanted to say. At least, she didn’t think she was gullible but for some reason, she never got around to saying it.
“Maybe someone who just needs an older Asian gentleman to tell her exactly what she should do.
That did sound good, Shay thought but then Mr. Lee was taking the necklace from her hand. “This won’t hurt a bit,” the man said.
The man was putting the pendant around her neck and suddenly, it was like someone turned a switch off. Suddenly, it was all so obvious. She didn’t really need to think, she told herself. She didn’t need to think about anything.
“I think you understand now,” the old man said. “I think you need an old Asian grocer’s dick.”
That was exactly what she needed.
“I’ll bet you want to wait for me in my apartment.”
That was exactly what she wanted.
“It’s right over the store,” the old man said. “Why don’t you go up and take your clothes off and I’ll be up there shortly.
That was exactly what she wanted, Shay realized, and she couldn’t wait to show Mr. Lee just how much she wanted it.