Just as I felt a tongue gently push its way into my mouth, the wig’s voice spoke again. “I hope you don’t mind this,” it said. “It was an impulse.”
“No, I don’t mind at all,” the blue outfit said with a chuckle. “In fact, I’m enjoying this. Gives me a few ideas.”
“I know he’s enjoying it,” the wig’s voice said, as the kiss continued. “I would fill up some clothes to give his hands something to do, but I guess I should leave that part of it to you.” With that as its cue, the blue outfit stepped closer, wrapping its empty sleeves around my neck. Instinctively I wrapped my own arms around it and began to squeeze its denim butt, while the sweater dragged unseen fingertips across the back of my neck.
After a few moments of this, the blue outfit said, “I know something we can try. You might like it too.” The wig began to chuckle; apparently there was some communication going on that I did not have access to. The wig continued to kiss me, but its tongue stayed on the left side of my mouth. Then either it went into overdrive, or…there were two tongues in my mouth?!
No doubt about it, there were two tongues darting around in my mouth! This became more clear when the wig began to chuckle again while the blue outfit’s voice began to grunt and moan as the outfit kissed me.
“You know, we really should take this back inside,” the wig’s voice announced, even as it continued keeping my tongue busy.
The outfit added, “Good idea, especially since I’m pretty sure he also wants to get at these,” moving its sleeves and pointing them at its breasts, which moved in tandem with the motions of the sleeves, as if being squeezed by unseen hands.
We didn’t have to do any walking, though, because right then one (or both?) of them levitated me back inside, without either of them making any obvious effort to do so. We just floated a few inches of the ground and began moving back towards the building.
By this point the blue outfit had moved one sleeve inside its sweater; the sweater’s surface moved as if there was a hand under it, rubbing its breasts.
The floating unnerved me a bit. I’m a landlubber; I’m used to having solid ground under my feet. That’s when it dawned on me how floating would be a punishment for Steve — he’d apparently never again feel the reassurance of knowing the ground under his feet, and I guess keeping him that way was small potatoes for his captors.
Wait a minute — his captors?! Now those captors had me! Was I captured too? I had to know.
I began trying to disengage from the dueling tongues in my mouth but that proved to be tricky, since they were both immaterial. I made a disapproving grunt just as we floated into the elevator, which seemed to send the right message. Both tongues withdrew, though we were still floating.
“What’s wrong?” the outfit asked.
“Are you all arresting me like you arrested Steve?” I asked. I couldn’t hide the slight quiver in my voice.
“That was probably the plan when you first walked into that office,” the wig replied. “But not all of us knew about your past connection with Sandra.” Before the elevator door opened, the sweater pulled its sleeve out from inside itself. Then the elevator opened, and we floated out and down the hall towards Steve’s… well, his old office. As we passed the stairway door, it swung open and a crowd of clothes began following us down the hall, some walking and some floating.
“So my friendship with Sandra… saved me?” I said.
“Well, that’s the problem,” the earlier mesh-top-and-jeans outfit said from the throng of clothing. “We were gonna take Steve away along with anyone who saw us active when we got here. But now…”
“Well, how about letting me get in touch with Sandra?” I had a vague idea of where she was. Didn’t have an actual address, but I knew the city and I figured I’d be able to find her with little problem.
“No, I don’t think we can do that,” the mesh outfit said. “Sandra… some of us were unhappy with her keeping quiet about this Steve situation. There was a big argument among us before we agreed to get her new stuff to replace us, cause I for one was fine with just leaving. But in any case there’s no need to go back to her now.”
“But what does that have to do with me getting in touch with her?” By now we were back in the office, and I was put down on the floor. The chair behind the receptionist’s desk rolled around the desk and towards me. When it stopped rolling, I sat down. The blue outfit sat on my right leg, leaning against me, while the wig floated at eye level above my left leg. All the other items continued to either stand or float.
The mesh top’s voice sighed. “If you do it while we have you, or even later, she’ll want to arrange some kind of meeting, and maybe try to get some of her clothes back.”
“So… you’re saying you’re not letting me contact Sandra at all?”
“Well… yeah, something like that,” the wig said. “We don’t intend to be mean or anything, it’s just…” Its voice trailed off for a moment, but then it continued, “If you really want to see Sandra, well, you and Miss Curvy here seem to be getting along just fine. Why not just be happy with her? We can get you some more curvy clothes to go along with her.” I guess my face reflected my feeling of disbelief, because the wig continued, “Just close your eyes, and you won’t even have to know Sandra’s not really there.”
“And what if I say thanks but no thanks?” I had to know what my options were.