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Darien pt 17
🕑 Added 2024-12-08 23:00:06 +0000 UTCThe heel slid out of Darien’s imitation pussy and out of Andrew’s hand, falling softly to the floor of the dressing room. Darien, feeling sweat coursing over his body and beneath his mask, sank back onto his padded ass, trying to get his breath back. Andrew did the same too, sweat soaking his work clothes. Both of them lay there for a moment, neither wanting to talk.
Finally though, Darien had to say something.
“I need to clean up a little,” he said as Emily, fighting to maintain her voice. “Can you give me a minute?”
Andrew nodded, hauling himself slowly to his feet. “Do you – are you–”
“What?” Darien said, a little irritated at Andrew’s shyness, even now.
“Will you be, uh, leaving like that?”
Darien glanced down at the mall-inappropriate outfit. Part of him wanted to be defiant, to say yes, of course – but it would draw more attention than he wanted just then. Better to return to the land of the mall-walkers as another citizen, another normie.
“No,” he said. “I’m going to change. You can ring all of it up for me, of course.”
“Including the shoes?”
Darien chuckled. “Do I get a discount for them being used?” Andrew blushed. “Yes. Including the shoes. Now, shoo.”
Andrew withdrew quickly, pulling up his pants, returning to normal. Darien closed the door to the dressing room and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, allowing his heartbeat to slow down.
He’d enjoyed that, very much.
Turning, he walked to his phone, still hidden, still recording. He leaned down, looking at the lens, and smiled; then he stopped recording.
It was time for the princess to return to being a scullery maid, he told himself. Time to shed the skin of the seductress – or the clothes, at least – and go back to normal life.
The dress was already off, discarded; he pushed down the hose, now ruined, and pulled them from his legs. A shame they were ripped, he thought, but still, they’d served their purpose. So had the lingerie that Andrew had originally picked out. For a second, seeing Emily’s desirable body in the dressing room mirror, he considered leaving the lingerie on and putting his old clothes on top of it. But something made him want to completely change, to put aside the relentless, near desperate version of Emily he’d been playing and instead embrace her ‘normal’ side once more.
Carefully he unhooked the bra, freeing Emily’s fake breasts. He stared at them in the mirror for a moment. He’d worked hard on them, making them a decent size, but not ‘big’. The nipples in particular had been a challenge, especially as they’d never react to human touch. In the end he’d settled for a slightly raised profile, but not too obvious, especially with a bra. Without really thinking he raised Emily’s hands, cupping her, feeling the weight of the silicone inside the breasts, as if somehow he was assessing them like a purchase in the grocery aisle. “Funny how Andrew never saw you,” he murmured. “Not really, anyway.”
His phone was still at hand. Smiling to himself, he reached for it, turning on the camera. Then he covered Emily’s breasts with her forearm and snapped a quick mirror selfie. The lighting was good enough to allow it without flash. A few more quick snaps followed as he perfected the exact look he wanted; knowing, but still in control.
Finally he slipped the panties that Andrew had picked on down his legs, revealing the now-wet pussy that had managed to withstand quite a lot during their lovemaking. Darien picked up the heel that had “done the deed” and looked it over, noting how it was still coated with the remnants of his cum.
It was Emily that seemed to lift the heel up, to look at herself in the mirror. Emily that smiled, opened her mouth, and slid the heel across her tongue. Emily that murmured “Mmm,” only loud enough for her to hear, enjoying the salty taste of Darien’s cum. “There will be more like that in future,” she promised him.
With a chuckle, Darien put the shoe down and went back to returning Emily to normality.
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Stepping back into the store after everything that had happened inside the dressing room seemed to Darien like he was returning to another world. He blinked under the unflattering fluorescent lights, looking around to see where Andrew might be.
To his mild surprise, he saw a couple of people in the store – a middle-aged woman and an average looking man. They were far apart, browsing separately and alone. He wondered if Andrew had approached either of them, and how long they’d been there. Frankly, he didn’t care if they’d heard the noise of Andrew and ‘Emily’ fucking. It was all part of the performance.
Grabbing his now-worn clothing, hastily re-hung and packaged, he strode up to the checkout counter where Andrew was standing, waiting for Emily.
“Can I ring those up for you, ma’am?”
Darien smiled. “Yes, thank you.” He handed over the clothing.
As Andrew scanned the items, he spoke in a low whisper. “I was wondering something. Could I get a picture?”
“Of me?” Darien replied, feigning surprise.
“Well, of us,” Andrew said.
For a moment Darien was unsure whether he wanted to say yes. Did he want his presence in the store to be captured by Andrew’s phone? Then again, there was likely security footage of him as Emily – even being taken at that moment. What harm could one more photo do?
“Sure,” he said.
Andrew grinned. He finished up scanning, packed all of Darien’s purchases and then gave him the total. Darien pulled out a small roll of bills he kept in his jacket pocket; he didn’t have any credit cards, or even a bank account, for Emily Jenkins yet. “Keep the change,” he told Andrew with a wink. “Such good service here.”
Andrew blushed as he finalized the purchases, then practically ran around the counter, phone in hand. He looked like he was about to put his arm around Darien, but then stopped at the last second and glanced around the store.
“I think you’re good,” Darien said, as other shoppers were looking elsewhere.
Andrew lifted his phone, put his arm lightly around Darien’s waist and snapped a selfie. Darien smiled at the face he saw on the screen. Emily’s hair was messy and her makeup wasn’t perfect, but other than that, he still saw exactly what he wanted to see – just as Andrew did.
“One more,” Darien suggested. Andrew raised the phone again, and Darien turned his head to plant a kiss on Andrew’s cheek.
Andrew quietly said “Thanks” as he blushed once more. “Do you want me to send you these?”
“It’s okay,” Darien said, gathering the bags Andrew had packed. “I’ll remember this for a long time, selfie or otherwise.”
Andrew was apparently rooted to the spot, but Darien could see why. What was the boy supposed to do? Say “thanks” and wave Emily out of the store? Darien knew Andrew was thinking about whether he’d see this mystery woman again, perhaps whether he’d ever get to experience sex like that again. He couldn’t blame him.
But he also couldn’t promise him anything.
Which is why ‘Emily’ smiled at Andrew one last time, walked past him and out of the store.
On the counter, Emily’s fake face was frozen in time on Andrew’s phone screen.
