The Chain: Link 8 - Sex Stories

The Chain: Link 8

... Anthea was genuinely curious. She liked the feel of the woman’s hand on her. Occasionally she’d wondered what it would be like to be with a woman. The woman’s expression became more serious. “I realise that this probably all seems very strange to you, Anthea.” Anthea blinked. “I don’t mind strange,” she said. “It’s the normal stuff that freaks me out.” “Yes,” the woman said. “Our research told us that.” “Your research?” Anthea said, feeling slightly apprehensive. As a very private person, the idea of having been researched unnerved her. “I’m sorry,” the woman said. “We didn’t mean to invade your privacy, but we have to make sure that the experience we provide our clients with really is right for them.” “OK,” Anthea said slowly. “So what is right for me? Where are we going?” “Impatient,” the woman smiled. “That’s good.” “Is it?” Anthea didn’t really understand this, but she said nothing. “You’ll enjoy your experience,” the woman told her soothingly. “I know you will. You’re the perfect person to provide an experience like this for, Anthea.” That could cut both ways, Anthea thought. “You won’t regret a thing, and will end up feeling satisfied, gratified and rewarded.” Anthea liked the sound of that. But she still wanted to know where they were going. The woman moved across the small room. She gripped the handle of the one wardrobe’s door. “Through here,” she said. Anthea frowned, her mouth widening in surprise. “Through the wardrobe. Like in Narnia?.” “Yes,” the woman said. ...

... “It’s a nice touch, don’t you think?” Anthea didn’t know what to think, but she moved across to the woman and allowed her to hold the door open for her to step inside. Instantly she found herself in what seemed to be a massive, windowless shop. All around there were clothes in abundance. Not just any clothes, she soon discovered. “You see the door on the opposite side of the room?” the woman asked her. “Yes.” “I’ll be waiting in there when you’re finished. You may choose any combination of clothes you like. Whatever makes you feel the sexiest.” Anthea nodded. She couldn’t wait to get started. Her own small wardrobe was dictated as much by cost as by taste, but here was every garment her limited budget wouldn’t allow. The woman left her, stilettoes click-clacking against the floor. Once the door had closed, Anthea began to explore. To most people, finding a huge clothes store where their wardrobe should be, would no doubt be strange beyond belief. It was strange to Anthea too, but that didn’t bother her at all. Strange she could cope with. Strange held no demands, no expectations. This was a world unto itself, she decided, where you made the most of things, the way she couldn’t quite in the real world. The room was filled with clothes of all makes and styles, materials and colours, but only one size; her size. This was indeed magic. She made a tour of the room, just looking at various items of lingerie, skirts, dresses, the tight-fitting, the low-cut, the glossy, the shiny, ...