But that attitude was becoming brittle...her surface cracking...
“Ya got her by the butt; push your hips t’gether! Do I have to do it for you!?” she belittled as she pushed her own hip against the bony butt, with only her tights between her and his pants. “Move ‘em! That proof that you ARE a guy is practically touching the jackpot! Rub that wiener against the slut! Like this--Do I have to do everything for ya, Jackass!?” Her hips swiveled and rocked. Her itching sex became wetter in her panties. “Yeah! Oh, yeah, like this...like this...”
Her soft fingers slipped between his without conscious thought and pushed into the sultry, yielding tits. They squeezed, with the back of the cooler guy’s hand under her palm. The fingers and hand on the buttock followed suit. Her bandoleer pushed into back of his coat, pressing his chest to press against the display. Her movements controlled the bodies of two others. She was using the porcelain-like skin and bones of the guy as insulation, afraid if the hot bodies of her and the other female touched, they would be consumed in the fire. As it was, her fingers felt scalded...
Soseki was surprised by the exhibition of the short-order cook’s. From her reaction to the display, he had surmised that the teenage girl had a grudge against ‘Akane’. It wasn’t uncommon for a girl to witness an erotic scene involving a girl she disliked and want to see it turn ugly. This guy she was ‘forcing’ on the display was plainly was. The monitors’ recordings of her lewd vindictiveness could be used, if need be, so that she could no longer talked of displays being “prostitutes”. But the store’s subliminals had also allowed something else to be released from the back of her mind!
...Ukyo’s chin stretched over the guy’s shoulder. Her hot breath grazed his neck, but found the display’s throat. “Yeah, ya KNOW you like it, bitch. Don’tcha? Ya like having a guy giving what you’ve been wanting, yeah? Yeah! Ya can’t say “no” when you’re naked. Nobody’s gonna believe you don’t want it, whore! It’s out for all the world to see what a hot and drooling slut you really want to be! But don’t you worry; me and my buddy, Ol’ Gokun-sugar, ’s got what you’ve been dying for sooo long, honey! Oh, it’s just perfect, isn’t it? Three-way, like! He’ll make a woman outta you, and YOU’ll make a man outta me and him!...”
She had said she’d gone to all-boys’ schools? Soseki thought. If, when puberty hit, she had to act like ‘the other’ boys to survive, subconsciously she could view sex the same way as those little pricks competing to be the most macho. In fact, the cognitive dissonance she felt could have made her latently worse than they were.
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