0 comments/ 9930 views/ 1 favorites Exploration Ch. 01 By: PsuedeONhym Veronica was fast approaching her twenty-fifth Birthday and NOT very happy about it. "My new years resolution was to actually get some this year! It's February already and I still don't know where to start." she told her friend Debbie, who was lying on Veronica's bed, her head propped up by her hands, feet lolling over the other side of the bed. She was watching Veronica brush her long black hair at the modern vanity. "You need to change your mind about sex, girl." the cute blond replied with a naughty wink. "And how exactly do you suggest I do that?" she asked, pouting at her friend's reflection. "Wave a magic wand and just grab the first guy I meet in the street and shag his brains out?" "Hey that's a good idea, but save that one for later." Debbie replied, a naughty grin spreading across her face. "I know that look. It makes me nervous. We've been house mates for 5 years now and only trouble has come from that smile. What are you thinking?" Veronica was looking apprehensively at her friend in the mirror. "Well, for one thing, we're gonna do some changes to your wardrobe." "There's nothing wrong with my wardrobe!" "Nah, not if you're sixty that is." Debbie replied with an arch smile, her eyes twinkling in anticipation of her friend's, to be expected, vehement response. She did not have to wait long. "My clothing is functional and professional!" Veronica replied acidly, not wanting to give her expectant friend the satisfaction she so obviously craved. "Look," Debbie replied, suddenly serious, "you're right. Your clothing does look professional, but you don't have to be a doctor ALL the time. Use some of that hoarded money of yours and lets go shopping." "I wouldn't know what to buy" Veronica said, her eyes downcast in despair. "OK, I'll tell you what." Debbie retorted, excitement lighting her eyes. "I'll orchestrate a makeover for you, but you pay. No questions asked and no complaints about money! Between your trust fund your granny left you and your salary, you can afford it!" Veronica, becoming more interested now, looked up from her brushing. "Well, I guess its now or never. I've got a week's leave due to me and you still have to wait 3 before your ship leaves again, so lets do it." Two days later, Veronica is awakened by a little ball of energy jumping up and down on her bed. "C'mon, get up! We're on holiday and its time for SHOPPING!" Debbie shouted as she bounced. They got ready and walked the short few blocks, in the grey drizzle that is London autumn, to Acton tube station. "First stop, Oxford Street!" Debbie exuded. Veronica resigned herself to her lot and followed meekly. She has always been somewhat submissive. Perhaps that was what kept the men away. Most of rush hour traffic having passed, they at least had a place to sit as they tube made their way to Oxford Street station. They finally alighted and were greeted by yet more rain as they stepped on the sidewalk again. Debbie was now on her home ground and dragged her friend by the hand to the closest fashion store. "Here's something for you already ." Debbie pointed at a mannequin wearing a short red mini-dress, low cut, sleeveless red top and red, six inch stilettos. "You can't be serious!" Veronica harrumphed as the took in the ensemble. Debbie suddenly turned on her friend, a stern look on her face, her voice tight. "I thought we've discussed this......" "We did..." came the meek reply. "Are you going to give me any more trouble?" "No..." Later, in the dressing room ... "It look stunning on you, turn around." "I look like a slut." Veronica replied as she complied. "Bullshit. Here, put this on." "So are you just gonna stand and watch?" "Look here girlfriend. If we're going to do this, then you had better stop with all this 'bashfulness' of yours. I think that after knowing each other for 5 years, you shouldn't be afraid of getting undressed in front of me." "But that's how I've been raised. You know I've always closed the door when I got changed." Veronica said, blushing at the prospect of getting undressed in front of another person. "Your mother is not here and you're not a nun. Take it off....Now" Debbie put extra command in the last word. As she turned her back on her friend, Veronica realized that the three mirrors in the little cubicle weren't going to protect her modesty. She heaved a heavy sigh of resignation and slowly took off the blouse, for the first time exposing herself, her face crimson. "What the FUCK is that!" Debbie exclaimed, softly but vehemently, pointing at Veronica's breasts. "What do you mean?" Veronica whispered, her arms crossing over her ample bosom in defense. "Is there something wrong with them? Is that why the last guy wasn't interested?" "If with 'them' you mean your breasts, absolutely nothing." Debbie replied, putting her friend at ease. "I mean that nineteen twenties bra you're wearing, and No that arsehole left you because, well...he's an arsehole" she added, gently pulling her friend's arms down to her sides, meeting little resistance. "Put your own clothes back on" Debbie relented, feeling sorry for her friend. "You'll take this outfit too. It's the right size...and before you argue, remember the agreement...right? "Right" the weak reply came as Veronica got into her own clothes in a flash, relieved to be decent again. As the attendant swiped Veronica's platinum credit card, she gulped as she saw the amount, but kept herself in check, seeing her friend's stern look and thinking 'Oh well, she's right. Its not as if I don't have the money.' They walked on a bit and Debbie pushed her friend into a lingerie shop. Veronica's head hung in shame for being in such a sinful establishment. 'What would my colleagues think of me in such a place? They'll think I'm an utter tart. I'd be ousted for sure.' She thought worriedly. Debbie, on the other hand, looked quite at home. She walked to the shop assistant with a sure stride. "How can I help you mam?" "I'm far past help love, but you can help the shy little filly there, trying to look as if she's trying to become a piece of the furniture." "Ah, a first timer then." the assistant said to Debbie as she steered towards Veronica. "Come here dear. It's much more private if you don't stand so close to the window." The shop assistant, fast approaching her middle years knew exactly how strict a young lady can be brought up and saw all the suppression of generations of English upbringing in this gorgeous girl that is looking so out of place in her shop. "Don't you worry dear." she said reassuringly to the nervous Veronica. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to look your best. You'll be amazed at how just a little sexy underwear can change your outlook on life." Debbie followed as the assistant explained all the different cuts of panties there were on offer. "No, you don't want that" she interjected as Veronica picked up a flesh colored full cut bloomer. "That's only for the women over 60 who have too much money." She added, taking the offending knickers out of her blushing friend's hands. "Why don't you try this." she said grabbing a pink lacy g-string and passing that to her friend. "And don't forget the matching bra." The assistant added. "You look about to be a 36C, love" "No. Actually I'm a 38B" Veronica replied. "I've been telling you that you've been wearing the wrong size for ages, Ronnie" Debbie interjected. "Now you can prove me right. This is what this good lady does for a living. Let her measure you." Veronica, all protest argued out of her, stood meekly and obeyed as the assistant measured her. She was, in fact, a 36C. "Now why don't you go try those on dear." Debbie decided to give her friend some space and only went to go check on her in a few minutes. Upon entering the changing cubicle, she found her friend dressed in the new underthings, her own flesh covered panties underneath the pink little g-string. She immediately proceeded to make some adjustments to the bra and even though Veronica protested here and there, feeling uncomfortable with this intimate proximity of her friend, she relented. "Are you happy with the size of the knickers?" "Yes, they seem to fit quite nicely." "OK then, I'm going to step outside and since you're going to buy them, you might as well try them on for real." Veronica blushed again, but complied. She whispered at Debbie that she was done. Debbie entered the cubicle again, finding her friend with her behind against the corner and her hands covering her crotch. "Well let me see then" then she said all business like. Veronica slowly turned around, baring her behind to her friend. She felt naked and also a bit uncomfortable with a string dividing her cheeks. "Don't be so shy. You've got a nice and tight touchie and should be proud of it. Now turn around....Okay and now remove your hands. How can I see if you have them in the way?" Veronica slowly complied, her face turning beetroot. This had been the moment she had been dreading since Debbie mentioned underwear shopping. "Well. I see I'll have to make a call for artillery support. This simply won't do." Debbie commented tactfully, referring the tufts of pubic hear sticking out everywhere. She wanted to say "What the FUCK?" but thought the better of it, seeing her friends crimson face. "OK, put your clothes back on over this and I'll choose you some more." While getting dressed Veronica heard her friend speaking to someone about Brazil. She thought nothing of it at the time, thinking her friend was speaking to one of her ship mates referring to one of their exotic ports. When Veronica returned from the dressing cubicle, there were fifteen matching pairs of selected cut panties and bra sets in various colors and styles, five corsets, one even in leather and 7 satin teddies being rung up. She decided to not even look at the bill and just signed. She was starting to enjoy the shopping. Her long subdued naughty side was finally starting to submerge from its life-long hiatus and she was secretly looking forward to trying all the new things on at home. "Let's hit some more shops. We've got some time to kill till two, then we have an appointment." Debbie said. Time blurred in a flurry of fashion outlets. Before she knew it Veronica found herself and her friend at a fancy-looking beauty salon. Debbie approached the girl at the reception desk. "I've brought my friend Veronica for a Brazilian." They were seated in a lounge area and offered some espresso. "What's a Brazilian?" Veronica asked her friend, sipping on the small cup, savoring the strong taste of good italian coffee made expertly. "Its better that you don't know for now my dear." Debbie replied with a secret smile. Thirty minutes went by in a whiz of espresso and gossip and before she knew it Veronica was ushered through to a little room with a soft bench on it. Waiting for her there, was an elderly lady. "Hullo Luv. You can put your clothes there by the corner and come sit here on the bench." "Uuuhm, what exactly is a Brazilian?" Veronica asked the lady. "Aaah, a newbie." The old lady replied. "Don't you worry dear, it'll leave you smooth as silk and I can guarantee you this: Once you go Brazilian, you'll never go back." "Ok, but what is it though" she asked, a bit nervously. "Just take them all off dear and come kneel on this bench. Debbie's an old friend and I've received an SMS from her a few minutes ago not to be too specific." 'If this wasn't organized by Debbie, I'd never been baring my bottom at a strange old lady.' Thought Veronica as she complied. She tensed a bit when she felt a ladle start to spread something warm all through her crack. She had no idea what was coming, since she had never even waxed before. She made no protest when paper was put over the wax. Feeling a bit strange just sitting there for a minute after the gooey stuff turned solid in her most private regions, she was just about to ask what comes next when the old lady grabbed the edge of the waxing strip and told her to brace herself. Not really knowing what to do she sat a bit forward. Suddenly it felt as if this woman, this evil bitch from hell, was trying to rip her soul out of her arse. "Shit!!!" she squealed, as she jumped off the bench. "Are you trying to kill me!" she added backing into the corner, seeing the wax strip, now covered all the hair that was nestling, painless and innocent, between her buttocks a few seconds ago. "Tut tut dear" the old lady calmed her down. "It's not that bad. It gets better as you keep coming back" 'Fat chance in hell that gonna happen', her inner voice told her. "Now the front dear" "No way!" "Come now, you'll look silly only with the back done. I'll be quick, I promise." Thinking of Debbie and how she would never hear the end of it, she thought of the fact that most women have children, (so surely she could handle it) and lay on her back, her legs spread. Once again warm wax was ladled on to her and wax strips applied. She looked away when told to brace herself. This time she expected it and bit back her painful yelp as this horrible old hag was trying to rip her privates off. "Now just for the cleaning up the strays." Ten minutes and an eternity of flinches later, Veronica was finally denuded of all unseemly hair and found herself in the reception are of the house of pain. "Stings like a bitch the first time hey?" Debbie said to her friend. "You don't even look like you were through the same torture as me!" Veronica replied jealously to her friend. "Actually I only had my nails done." She replied with an evil little grin. "You bitch! You made go through torture alone!" "Now, now, calm down. I was here for mine last week. I'm still as smooth as silk" Debbie smiled back at her friend placatingly. When the two girls stepped outside it was already dark. They had only half an hour to miss the afternoon rush hour and took the first tube home. Exploration Ch. 01 Alice sprawled out on the couch and pulled her long, dark brown curly hair out of the pony tail that it had been in all day. She shook it out and ran her fingers through it to allow it to flow freely over her shoulders. Alice's long legs rest over her boyfriend, Erik. He ran his hands up her thighs, over her stomach and around her huge, soft breasts. "Alice, you have such great tits!" He exclaimed. "No stop!" She blushed, pushing her chest out slightly. "C'mon. You're what, an F now? Pretty fucking big." His gentle careess turned into a squeeze. Alice moaned lightly under his grasp and bit her lip. He moved in towards her and stared into her eyes. It was easy to tell she wanted it. The way she looked at him, the way she pushed her chest out. Her legs moved restlessly too, and he could tell that she was purposely trying to push her thigh up against his cock. Moving in even closer, Erik pushed his lips up against Alicia's and started to rotate from a loose and a tight grip on her breast. They were so soft, and he could barely contain from holding and squeezing them. "Oh Erik!" She cooed, her hand now brushing over his crotch. He was getting hard, and she could feel the heat coming off from his jeans. Erik ran his fingers up the base of Alice's neck and into her hair. He tightened his grip around a handful and pulled Alice's head to the side. Erik trailed his lips up and down her neck until she started to breath deeper, her chest heaving in and out. With a small chuckle, he quickly sunk his teeth down onto her neck. Alice inhaled sharply and squeeled under the bite. She loved it when Erik got rough with her, and he liked to give it to her just as much. Erik pulled on her hair even more, forcing Alice to expose her neck. Once again his teeth clamped down against her skin. Shivers ran up her spine and she let out a soft moan. "Oh Erik, take me!" Not another word needed to be said. Erik quickly pushed Alice off of him and flipped her onto her back. His kisses came down on her neck, harder and more urgent then before. He moved between her neck and full lips while starting to undress her. His hands worked up under her shirt and pulled it off. A wave of ecstacy ran over Alice when Erik took off her bra. The feeling of her chest being exposed in the cold air of her basement always got to her. He teased her nipples with his tongue, and the perked up under his touch. Erik once again grabbed Alice's hair and pulled back on it. He kissed and bit her neck while pinching on her small, cute nipples. Everytime that he pressed his fingertips closer together, Alice would squirm and squeal. Erik's hands moved down to her pant line, and he quickly pushed them down her thighs. Alice rubbed her legs back and forth to finish getting them off while Erik slipped a finger under her lacey thong. He ran his finger over her already moist slit and started to make small circle patterns over it in a fast pace. Alice moaned in a low, sultry tone that Erik only ever got to hear when she was at her horniest. Her back arched and her breaths started to get shorter and more shallow. After every rotation of his finger, Alice jolted and her large perky breasts bounced up to. It drove Erik nuts when they moved like that, and he began to suck on them harder. Alice reached over Erik's shoulder and tugged on his shirt. She wanted him to feel his skin against hers. Erik paused to quickly toss off his shirt and pants. He pulled his now fully hard cock out of the top of his boxers and tugged on it. Alice pushed off his boxers with her feet and raised her hips towards him. "Please Erik, I want it now." She moaned. Erik grinned and continued to play with her clit. His other hand pumped his cock and he eagerly slid a finger inside of her. Alice kept raised and lowered her lips and started to moan more for Erik. Erik moved over to where Alice's head was and pulled her up by the hair. He pushed her head right in front of his cock and pressed his head against her lips. Alice opened her mouth and started to lick up and down along the shaft. She moistened her lips and sucked on the head of Erik's long and impressive shaft. Erik's breathing got a bit heavier. He forced Alice to start taking more of his cock into her mouth and deep throat it. Alice pushed away and choked slightly. "Erik, not so hard, you're too big!" This didn't stop Erik though and he pushed her mouth back around his cock, thrusting forward. Alice sputtered and tears formed in her eyes. All she could think about was getting Erik inside of her. When Erik was satisfied with his blowjob, he pulled Alice by her hips and flipped her around onto her hands and knees. Alice dug her face into a pillow, her cheeks flush with a bright shade of pink. A thin layer of sweat covered her skin and Erik started to rub his head against her clit, teasing her. He brought his hand down hard on her ass and she squeeled in enjoyment. Again and again he smacked her firm, round ass until there it was bright red. Everytime he slapped her, Alice jerked forward and moaned. Erik placed his hands on both of Alice's hips and squeezed hard. He pressed his dick so that just the head was inside of her, and she pushed back to get it in more. Quickly he pulled out and smacked her hard on the ass again. "I get to decide when." He told her. He smacked her ass again, this time causing Alice to whimper. He continued to just stick his head inside and out of her slowly for a few minutes, and occasionally ran it over her clit. Alice could hardly bare the wait. She was ready and wanted him now, but in bed Erik was in charge. Without any warning, Erik thrust deep inside of her. Alice screamed in surprise and clenched the pillow. Erik went slow at first, but it didn't take him long to hit full speed. Small beads of sweat rolled down his face. He wasn't only moving into Alive, he was using her hips to pull her onto him as well. "More, more!" Alice gasped. "Now, now! I'm cumming!" She bit into the pillow to surpress her moans and screaming. Erik went harder then ever and Alice orgasmed. He slowed down to give her a second to catch her breath. Alive breathed heavily, small whimpers and moans in between. Erik slid back inside of Alice slowy and pulled her up by her hair. He moved her hair out of the way of her slender neck and kissed it. She used one of her hands to run her fingers through his thick black hair and grip onto it. Erik's kissing soon turned to gentle and tough biting, and he used his hands to pinch and pull on her nipples. "Ah, aah, no Erik! Too much!" She cried. Her nipples were getting sore. "Quiet, bitch!" He commanded, slapping her left breast. He pinched the right nipple harder. Alice squirmed under his touch and stuck her ass out against Erik. "No, ow don't!" Without another word, Erik forced Alice back down onto the pillow. He pulled her ass up into the air more and forced her legs wider. "No you're going to be punished." He told her. Erik placed his dick just above her asshole and started to rub against it. Alice tried to clench tighter but Erik pulled her cheeks apart and pushed harder. Alice and Erik had never actually done anal before. He'd rub up against her hole, but never had he been able to actually get in. Erik just used it to taunt Alice when she tried to defy him. Today was different though. Erik spt onto her and rubbed in in with the tip of his dick. After a few moments of deciding if he was going to go further, Erik pushed his head into her. Alice screamed, and it felt like there was a tearing feeling coming from behind her. He made small thrusting motions and every time Alice shrieked. "Are you going to behave now?' Erik asked. Small tears formed in corners of Alice's eyes. "Yes, yes I will, I promise." Erik pulled out from her rear and rest his dick on her clit. "Beg me to fuck you." "Erik please, please I need you now." Erik pushed his dick head back into her pussy. "Erik, please, I want your cum!" Like earlier, Erik just pushed himself into Alice. For the next hour, he slammed into her, making her orgasm numerous times. His stamina was incredible and Alice wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to take it. Before Erik, she had been a virgin and Alice had never seen herself in the bent over position she was in now, taking it hard from behind. Erik's long cock slid in and out of Alice easily. She was so tight, but just as wet to match it. Erik pulled out of Alice and strated to jerk quickly. "Flip over now." He demanded. Alice did what he had told her and spun around onto her back. Her legs quivered and shook. Erik never failed to satisfy her, and always managed to exceed in turning her legs to jello. With a few grunts, Erik released his seed all over Alice's pussy, and covered her in his sperm. Alice gasped, and tilted her hips forward slightly. It was so warm, and she could feel exactly where it was dripping and covering. Erik moved off of the couch and stood right near Alice's head. She lapped up the cum dripping off of his head. With a much more gentle touch, Erik helped Alice get up so she could use the bathroom to wash herself off. When she was done, Erik was waiting in their bedroom with a glass of water. They laid next to each other and in no time, Alice had fallen asleep. Erik ran his fingers through and pet her soft curls, kissing her lightly before he too fell asleep. Exploration Ch. 02 Heavily burdened with shopping bags from various fashion vendors, the girls finally alighted from the Tube at Acton. Once home they dumped the shopping in the kitchen and Debbie proceeded to open a bottle of wine and poured a glass each. "A thoroughly productive day, I would say." she said as she handed her friend a glass. Sipping it slowly, savouring the woody taste of the Chilian Merlot, Veronica let the silky wine slide down her throat before agreeing. After another glass Debbie demanded a fashion show. Veronica, by now desensitised by her friend's constant verbal barrage against her modestly, as well as numbed by the wine, readily agreed. She promptly took out the red esemble she had bought, turned her back, dropped her jeans and was just about to don the new article when Debbie turned around with yet another glass of wine, having opened another bottle. "OK, now that you have decent underwear, put them on first and give me those horrible flesh coloured things." Back still turned, Veronica selected a black lacy number from her new repertoire and changed into it. She put her old underwear on the table and was not surprised to hear the lid of the bin clang doom for the offending underthings while she quickly changed into her new red mini-skirt and blouse. "That looks bloody gorgeous, girlfriend!" Debbie exclaimed, handing her friend a refill after her little pirouette. "Try the shoes too." "Don't you think the bust is too low?" Veronica asked in a peevish tone, already feeling a bit light headed from the wine. "Bullshit! If I had tits like yours I'd flaunt them." Debbie replied, looking directly at her friend's plunging cleavage. Veronica blushed, knowing her friend to be bi-sexual. She took the complement for what it was though and decided that she would, in future, accent her assets more. Outfit followed outfit, until there was only lingerie left. Veronica shielded herself behind the chair, changing into a silky little number half-covering her bottom, edged with fine lace. It was matched by a lovely bustier and she had to ask her friend to do her up. Dressed up in this alluring manner, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. "You look ravishing, now try these on" As if by magic, Debbie produced a pair of suspenders and thigh high stockings, perfectly matching the pattern and colour of her current attire. She needed some help putting on the suspenders, not having had too much experience with them. Debbie's hand stayed longer in parts than they should have, but Veronica didn't make anything of this, thinking it must be the alcohol impairing her friend co-ordination, but also, in the back her mind, her inebriated inner voice side said 'let her cop a feel if she wants to. C'mon dare to enjoy the taboo thrill.' She changed from one set to another, trying every conceivable combination, being naked more than not. She had stopped trying to turn around to conceal her body from her friend and stood proudly, back straight, while Debbie chose new garments for her to try on. Feeling quite buzzy from the wine and more than a little horny, Veronica finally called an end to the intimate fashion show. Completely unabashed now, she took off the last sexy thong in front of her friend, purposefully making sure that her friend could see her naked nether lips, she bent over to pick up one of the little negligees that was chosen for her. She heard the slight intake of her friend's breath as the felt her outer lips part to reveal the delicate skin of her inner lips, as she stayed bent just a little longer than it took her to decide on a colour. She decided to go for the red and stood up. Donning the garment with seductively slow moves. She slowly and sensuously straightened, imagining her friend's disappointment. As gravity took the gossamer material it slithered down her back, caressing her soft skin and giving her shivers down her spine. She finally felt the weight of the material settle on her pert bottom. She turned around to face her friend, who was by now just a little red in the face, the look of lust barely disguised on her face. "Enjoyed the show?" "Oh yes Dear, you're welcome to give me a repeat performance any time." She replied with an arch smile. "Time for bath and bed. Do you mind me going first?" "You go first you dirty girl." Debbie offered, a bit more composed. Veronica entered the bathroom and proceeded to run herself a bath. "Debbie!!! Is it cool for me to use some of your bubble bath?!" she called on impulse. "Go ahead, use the Ylang-Ylang one!" came the reply. She watched the bubble bath create a gelatinous strand as it poured out of the bottle and dissolved into a bluish foam as it mixed with the warm water pouring from the spout. It was an old bath and would take a long time to fill, but she got undressed anyway, emboldened by the alcohol. Steam filled the room as she admired her own body in the mirror. She felt she had an adequate body: well-formed legs, roundish buttocks tapered in to her waist, then tapering out again to accommodate her 36C bust. Her nipples were rosy read, hardening from her increased arousal, standing about as thick around as her thumb and as long as the nail. She conceded that it was not a lack of self-esteem that kept her away from sexual satisfaction, but rather a series of bad experiences with the wrong men. The emotional trauma that was connected to any of her sexual liaisons led to her denying her sexual nature and putting all her energy into her work. It was only now that she realized that the sexual energy wasn't all that well channelled, because she started to feel that she had 2 years of pent up horneyness just begging to be released. She lifted her leg up onto the bath's edge and looked at here newly bared pubic mound. She could hardly remember how it looked as a girl, before she started growing hair 'down there', but she was sure that it didn't look like this. Her outer lips were puffy and slightly pink, like a very light blush. The tips of her inner lips peaked out between, much darker in colour. She traced her freshly smooth skin, just above her slit, softly with one finger, delighting in the silken feeling. Her fingers felt electric on her skin and she started feeling light-headed. Her hand moved down surreptitiously and she looked into the mirror as her reflection moved the hand lower still, caressing the engorged slit. Her inner lips felt rubbery, yet slick, belying her intense arousal. It was a novel feeling and she felt it was worth the pain of the waxing. Her hand moved lower still, caressing her perineum and circling around to caress the rose bud of her sphincter. She rarely touched herself there with bare fingers, but she had to feel the silky smoothness. She slowly caressed the tightly knotted hole, the bud of her anus puckering, as if wanting to swallow the inquisitive visitor. Her breath quickened and she saw the Veronica in the mirror's breasts go rosy as her chest flushed, the nipples looking as hard as diamonds. Realising suddenly where she was, she stopped her intimate self-caressing as remembering that she hadn't closed the door completely, she closed the taps, blaming her light-headedness on the steam. The heady scent of Ylang-Ylang permeated her senses as she slowly and luxuriously lowered herself into the mass of bubbles. She felt them caressing her now sensitive skin, freshly rid of any protecting hair. It was an indescribable feeling and she promised herself some quality time with the shower head on a later occasion. She soaked for about ten minutes, then stood up and scrubbed herself clean, taking special, more gentle, care with her pussy and ass. The mirror now only showed a blur, being fogged up, so she was not temped to tease her lustful doppelganger again. She sank down into the bath again, rinsing the soap off. She washed her hair with fragrant Patchouli shampoo. After enjoying the liquid cocoon for just a few hedonistic minutes longer, she reluctantly got out and dried herself with a fluffy bath sheet. The soft material felt more coarse against her lips than her finger, but the towel had it own allure, being soft and rich in texture. Remembering herself once again, she quickly donned her new red teddy and opened the door. Debbie was in the lounge and saw a red clothed nymphet walking through a billow of steam. It disturbed her that her long time friend and flat mate could ignite such a feeling in her loins. She imagined this was why she was being extra bossy with her friend, trying to mask her increasing desire, not wanting to estrange her friend by her taboo desires. "Your turn now." "Thanks Doll." Debbie was already naked by the time she went into the bathroom, giving Veronica a good look of her luscious buttocks, swishing from side to side as she glided into the door. "Only fair to return the favour." She said, her head turning back to catch Veronica taking in her feminine curves. Veronica blushed, wondering if her friend now thought she was also interested in women, but was reassured when Debbie uttered a tingling laugh. She watched TV for a few minutes, but found it way too boring and decided to call it a night. She walked to the bathroom door, wanting to say good night to her friend. The door was slightly ajar. As she walked closer, her footsteps muffled by the lush carpet, she heard a faint moan coming from within. She walked closer and peered in. The bathroom was arranged in such a manner that the person in the bath had their head away from the door and cannot see anyone by the door, since there is a cupboard blocking their view. The bubbles were now long gone and she saw her friend's hand caressing her own silky smooth mound with one hand while slowly pumping two fingers of the other hand in and out of her hole. She had never seen another woman do this before, so she watched, transfixed. She did not realise that she had moved closer and accidentally pushed the door. The hand moved slower still, spreading the lips wide, revealing an engorged clit to her view. "Like what you see?" She jumped, feeling embarrassed for being caught at her voyeuristic endeavour. "Uuuuhm" she stuttered. "Don't worry love" all of us girls need a bit of release every now and then and I'm not ashamed of it. You're welcome to watch if you want!" She could hear the naughtily smile in her friend's voice and instantly relaxed. "No, it alright, you enjoy yourself. Good night." "Good night!" She saw the fingers resume their sensuous motion as she turned down the corridor, going to her room. She lay in bed, her light already off, suddenly not tired any more. The house was hot, so she only had a sheet covering her. She caressed the soft silky material of her teddy, rubbing her hand slowly and sensuously over the surface of the material. She started with the thin little straps, her fingers running along them, rolling it between her fingers, until it met the body of the red little number. Her fingers trailed the hem of the nightdress, running around to the other strap. Meeting this other end of the neckline, her hand flattened, as if of its own accord, and lightly brushed the rise of her breasts, her fingertips tracing the now wide area between her breasts, flattened slightly by gravity. Her returning desire creeped up on her like a thief in the night and the luxurious exploration of satin gave way to her ultimate, if hidden, goal. She could feel the smooth material's friction against her hard nipples. It was exhilarating. Electric, erotic tingles shot from her nipples, down to her belly, igniting a the bale-fire, sending secondary fire down to her clit, which felt like it was throbbing in sympathy to the hard little nubs, tipping her inflamed mounds. She could feel her nether lips distending, becoming moist with the dew of her desire. She now had two hands roaming her chest, each thumb and index finger, encircling a hard nipple between them. She applied a little pressure and gasped at the liquid intensity of the pleasure, adding to the flame inside her. She slowly rolled her nipples, her back arching involuntarily to meet her fingers all the better. The pleasure becoming too much, she reduced the constant pressure, her left hand sinuously snaking down to rub over the bale-fire she created. Goose-bumps followed her left hand, while her right hand remained, roaming her chest, arching erotic electricity from nipple to nipple, circling a breast here, rubbing an erogenous zone there, but constantly, relentlessly stimulating her chest area. Her left hand reached down and she jumped as she felt her pouty lips through the material. She felt like two persons, at once removed from the person suddenly gasping, but also fully appreciating the pleasure coursing though the core of her being. She did not often masturbate, as she has always tried to tone down her sexual feelings for fear of becoming frustrated by not getting proper cock-induced release. She didn't own any sex toys and it had been more than a year since her last orgasm. Her wine fogged mind rationalised her actions by assuring her that it was high time for at least one more. She wanted to be more sexual, who better to start the transformation that she herself. Who know her body better than she herself? She fell into her self-pleasuring with the gusto of a famine victim at a charity buffet lunch. She bit down on her pillow to stifle her moans as her left hand pulled up the skimpy material just enough for her right hand to touch her bare flesh. Veronica was fascinated by the now nude pubic area, exploring herself as if for the first time. Her fingers felt tantalisingly foreign, rubbing her now sensitive mound, above her puffy pussy lips. She traced her fingers all around, for now avoiding her lips, cocking her leg to trace the inner thigh and stroke her perineum, proceeding to her tight little dark rose. She once again stroked all around her hole, exploring the area, in this instance actually for the first time and was amazed at the electrifying feeling that was transferred through the rest of her body. She felt like the grid of a newly fired up nuclear power station, one node activating switches for distribution to the next, forming a matrix of intense pleasure, with the area behind her clit, deep inside her cunt, her g-spot the reactor. Her stomach fluttered, deluded butterflies on speed, with the 'wrongness' of exploring this forbidden area as her finger traced her anus with featherlike tenderness. Her hand made its return journey, caressing the plane of her bare perineum, the now sensitive area responding as an erogenous zone should, with scintillating pleasure. Tracing the tips of her fingers around her moistening entrance, she quite literally took the plunge, but only one digit deep. Revelling in the filled feeling, she caressed the entrance to her inner sanctum, exploring the threshold of Eros. Her fingers slipped out, trailing her desire and returned again to caressing her labia majora. They were even more engorged now and she felt the heightened sensitivity that the engorged blood vessels brought her, not having to feed the follicles of her pubic hair. She shuddered slightly as her index finger brushed past the hood of her clitoris. Abandoning its exploration of the gentle swell of her breasts and the stony nipples that crested them, her other hand joined its twin in the cleft of her desire. While her right hand softly pinched an outer lip and ran up an down its length, her left softly pulled her inner lips. She felt possessed, as if an incubus had taken possession of her will, since had never tried this before. It was enticingly different. The new feeling of utter nakedness that the Brazillian wax had left her wanton, caused her to explore herself as if anew. Every fold was a new discovery, every discovery adding to the intensity of the next. Her desire was like a daredevil free-climbing mountaineer, recklessly almost running up the face of the cliff of her desire. She knew that at some stage she would lose control, fall into the oblivion of the inevitable. Her hands switched places, the left hand now stroking, pulling and softly pinching the accompanying puffy lip, the right hand not pulling her inner lips so much as starting to tentatively explore the cave of her inner sanctum, like a first time spelunker, cautious of the unknown. And it really was unknown. She had never felt like this before, never known the levels of lust she was apparently able to climb to and she instinctively knew that she was but at the beginning, like the middle finger of her right hand. The lip pulling hand gathered some lubrication, which was now flowing freely from her well, on its way back towards her puckered anus. She took a shuddering breath as her index finger pressed against the bud. By now her legs had pulled up to her tummy, her legs wide spread, allowing access to newly discovered delight. She faintly felt, as if though another body, the sheet slide off her body. She felt the hem of her nightdress gathered above her breasts and faintly thought that her door was half open. She was far past caring though and lifting her back and for a split second took her hands away from their duties all but ripped the flimsy material off her, almost tearing it in the frenzy of pulling it over her head. Her hand returned to their respective activities without conscious thought from her, the briefly neglected areas once again subjected to the insidious manipulation. From the corner of her eye the saw a silhouette appear in the door, her eyes drawn there by the change in light. She was way past caring now, almost wishing her friend to come in and ravish her, but also scared witless by the idea. Through slitted eyes she watched the silouette of Debbie intently stare at her erotic ministrations, softly illuminated by the glow of the hall light. She did not stop due to this uninvited spectator, for her lust now far outweighed her shame, modesty and all those other useless conventions of her upbringing. Her life was simple at this moment, her being condensed to pleasure and the hands that brought them. She was at once disappointed and relived that Debbie did not come in, but the fleeting thought was swept in the now-torrential river of her desire. She felt utterly free, unashamedly pleasuring herself, naked and splayed open, hands and eyes roaming over every visible inch of her skin. The sheet covering her had slipped off at some stage, leaving her open to the scrutiny of her voyeur. She felt deliciously slutty, displaying her most intimate parts is such an obscene fashion. Her excitement leapt as she spread herself as wide as possible, giving her friend a better view. Time faded in a blur of pleasure, sexual energy coursing through her body, her erogenous zones humming in harmony with her lust. The palm of her hand, by now soaked in the viscous secretion of her self-stimulation, brushed against her clit, the shy little nubbin now boldly parading outside its protective sheath. Her eyes snapped open with this surprising friction, as she let out an involuntary gasp and she once again took in the silhouette in the doorway. Her eyes having accustomed to the lower level of light, now registered her friends hand in her own crotch. -------- Debbie was frantically rubbing herself through her panties, the hem of her champagne nighty pooled around her undulating wrist. The area around her writhing hand was a dark beige against the colour of her matching panties. Her fingers slid over the satiny cloth, spreading the sinful stain further, ever more advertising her dark desire. Her eyes were focussed solely on her masturbating friend's groin, her left hand mirroring her sensual ministrations. She thought her squirming friend was too far lost in her own world to notice her, but even if she could, would she not have objected by now. She suspected that she had been espied by now, but stayed as still as possible. She breathed softly and shallowly, her hand the only movement. Exploration Ch. 02 The smooth, wet material felt gorgeous against her own smooth mound. She had forgotten how pleasurable it was to rub herself though satin. She could feel by now that her favourite pair of panties were absolutely soaked. She revelled in the cool feeling of it against her lips, while her finger tips rubbed all over the nexus of her desire. She was surprised to see her prim and proper friend tease her anus while rubbing all around her groin. --------- It was time, time to start the rush to the inevitable. The palm of Veronica's hand having stimulated her clitoris directly for the first time, ignited a deep longing in her. As she concentrated on rubbing this little nub with two fingers now, continuously tightening the spiral movements of her one hand, the other pressed harder into her puckered forbidden passage. She had never invaded that dark orifice before, but the tip of her index finger was now pressed thoroughly in, just past the nail bed. Her bottom pushed down instinctively, wanting more stimulation for the sensitive nerve endings inside. Anatomy will only allow so much though and just not being able to reach further she got no deeper. Shivers went up her body, spreading from the stimulation of her clit. Goose bumps formed on her mound, spreading outwards. She felt the inner walls of her dripping womanhood tightening, felt the flutters in her belly spread though her body, slowly but surely permeating her whole body with a tingling sensation, saturating her very being with pleasure. The pleasure built past what she though possible, until she thought that she would literally explode, or at best suffer from a stroke. She pursued this relentless build-up with abandon though, faintly exhilarated that her body and mind could tae so much pleasure. Even if it killer her, she was looking forward to the penultimate conclusion of this apparent overload. Her whole body burning, the hand on her clit went faster, completely concentrated on the core of her desire. She was close now, she could feel it. Release was near; she sensed it as the dying sensed the grim reaper. The tension in her groin was a palpable thing, her hand the only possible release. Her body was humming with desire, like a harp in the throes of a complex melody. Veronica reached melt down. Lightning bolts shot from her pussy, searing the conductors of her clit and nipples, these appendages becoming one in the flash of energy released. Her other finger was clenched tight as the rictus of orgasm made her anus clamp down, adding to her delirious joy. Her legs pulled up to her breast with the force of her pleasure. Her buttocks tensed, transferring the released tension up her back, through her neck, to dance like stars behind her eyes, which were clenched shut in delicious agony. She faintly heard herself groan, her vocal cords overcome by the force of her release. She thought she heard an accompanying gasp from the doorway, but dismissed the sound, too intent on her own pleasure. She jumped as the force of the second wave dislodged her borrowing finger, her anus feeling suddenly empty, devoid of its intimate invader. She dissolved, no longer being Veronica, she floated in a kaleidoscope of colour, ecstasy filling her very being, saturating her. It seemed like an eternity until she finally returned to her body. Her other hand was still applying pressure to her fiery clit, slowly but purposefully milking the last convulsions out of her, as she slowly started to become aware of her environment again. Her admirer had gone, slipped away while she was in never-never land. She was relieved about this, her senses having returned, realising that she didn't have to confront her friend. She could simply pretend she never saw her in the door. Her body tingled as the afterglow of orgasm permeated her body, leaving her limp and sated. Stroking her outer lips and inner thighs, luxuriating in their pliant, soft resilience, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep. -------- As Veronica quite obviously reached her peak, grunting and groaning, she set Debbie off as well. It came upon her so suddenly that she let out soft moan and had to bit into the knuckles of her free hand to keep her perceived secrecy. Her body went rigid as pleasure coarsed through her She stood straight as an arrow, the force of her pleasure linking her coccyx to the top of her head, clenching her buttocks, feeling her back tense, she rode the storm while intently watching her friend writhing in orgasm. Sated, she silently left the doorway, leaving her friend in the lat throws of orgasm, not wanting to be discovered, or be confronted if she had indeed been discovered before. She was asleep before her head hit her pillow and she dreamt luscious lesbian dreams, doing all the things that two women could share. Here and there, there was a man too. The next morning her sheets were wet with sweat and her thighs moist from her wet dreams. Her panties were still soaked. Exploration Ch. 03 The next morning Veronica woke up late. Her muscles twinged at her lazy stretch, protesting from the extraordinary exertion of the night before. As lactic acid drained from her sore muscles, memories of the night before flooded into her mind. She blushed at the thought of what she had done to herself the night before. That was so unlike her; she had obviously repressed her sexual self for too long. As the memories flooded back, her pussy pulsed in sympathy to her sensual thoughts. Her hand moved down involuntarily to reacquaint itself with its new friend. Just as her independently-thinking extremity reached it goal, her door was flung open. She started, hands suddenly together, pulling up the sheet to cover her breasts. Feeling the sheet in her hands, she wondered how it had come there, covering her. The last she remembered of it, it had succumbed to gravity, helped on by her ecstatic thrashing. She looked at her friend, who had entered the room bearing a tray with yogurt and muesli, accompanied by a cup of coffee. The smell of coffee all but expunged the memory of when last she had seen her friend, and under which circumstances. She subconsciously decided to file that little tit bit away in the banks of her mind for later examination. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. I see the smell of coffee is enough to bring you back from the dead, no Prince Charming necessary." Debbie was already dressed in a black leather mini skirt, matching thigh high stockings and six inch black stilettos. She had fashionably converted underwear for overwear by wearing a plain looking leather bustier, not unlike the one she had chosen for her friend at the lingerie shop the day before. Her long blond hair was tied back severely in a pony tail and she wore dark eye make-up. The effect was startling. She looked alluring, yet intimidating and Veronica would not have been surprised if her friend suddenly produced a riding crop. "Good morning yourself" Veronica replied. "To what do I owe the pleasure of breakfast in bed?" she added sleepily, eying the steaming coffee with the hunger of a seasoned caffeine addict. "I have to admit, I felt guilty about leading you blindly into Brazil" Debbie replied, smiling with a twinkle in her eye. Veronica involuntarily reached down to reaffirm the absence of hair, but caught herself in the act and scratched her leg, as if that was what she was going to do all along. She remembered baring it all, but was suddenly shy, with morning light having chased away the dark cover of night's anonymity. She gratefully grabbed the coffee with a hearty thanks to her thoughtful friend. She wondered whether it was guilt about the Brazilian Wax, or guilt about voyeurism, but who cared, as long as it earned her coffee. She sipped the strong black nectar and sighed with contentment, wakefulness returning exponentially with every sip. "So what's on the agenda for today?" She asked her friend who had sat herself down at the foot of the bed with a creak of leather, while she pulled the bowl closer. "Well, I've had a thought that I'll take you to my other favorite shops today." She replied with a conspiratory look, watching Veronica putting down the empty mug and starting on the muesli. Knowing from experience that she would get nothing more out of her friend for now, she was content with finishing her breakfast. That done, she asked Debbie to pick her a nice outfit to wear, who disappeared to the kitchen where the clothes had been left after the impromptu fashion show and came back with a pile of lingerie. She deposited the delicate burden on Veronica's vanity returned for the next load. She stayed away for about five minutes. All that Veronica could hear was her friend mumbling to herself. She could almost see Debbie, all clad in leather, peruse all the clothing in the kitchen, matching items together and discarding them. When she eventually returned, it was with the first red ensemble they had purchased the day before. She draped the mini skirt and blouse over the chair of the vanity, putting the shoes on the seat. She ruffles though the underwear and pulled out a red thong and a matching bra. Both had intricate lace patterns on them, which Veronica was sure would be reflected in the pricing. "Winter's on its way out, so you won't really need stockings. Besides, black will clash with the red, and red stockings will make you look like a walking blood bank. I think your pale complexion will make you legs stand out nicely with the red shoes and skirt. Veronica boldly threw the sheet off her, baring all to her startled friend, who schooled her features within an instant, so that you would think you only imagined the look of shock and flashing lust on her face. She didn't really know where this new exhibitionistic side of her came from, but thought that it must have been a remnant of last nights episode. Besides, her friend had seen all of her the previous night in anyway, she just didn't know that Veronica knew. She felt a secret satisfaction in this juicy little secret and enjoyed her friend's reaction, as brief as it was. She boldly walked to the vanity and took the underwear from her friend's slightly trembling hand. "So are you going to tell me where we're going yet?" she asked her dumbfounded friend as she put on the knickers. Her breasts stood proud as she straightened, pulling her shoulders back, no hint of a droop at the youthful age of twenty-five. "Still not telling." Debbie replied, having regained complete control. Her posture changed imperceptibly, but she had the commanding presence back. She could now look upon her topless friend without losing her composure. It was a trick that she had to learn for her photography career. When she wasn't touring the world on cruise liners, taking over-priced photos of over-rich passengers, she did freelance work all over Europe and the United Kingdom. She was well known in fetish circles for her professional approach towards shoots. Her unrelenting composure was legendary in these hidden circles. Many have tried to shock her, but she had seen it all. She had learnt to look at such situations as if through a camera lens, separating herself from the reality of what was happening in front of her. Her friend didn't know this of course and she was glad for it. "Turn around." she said to the half naked beauty before her, holding the bra out. Veronica complied, as she put her arms though the offered straps and turned around, allowing her friend to engage the clasp, adjusting straps here and there, perfecting the fit. She was slightly surprised at the instant control her friend had achieved. She had seen this phenomenon plenty a time, but not being one to pry, never asked her where she learnt such a talent. Veronica looked in the mirror and admired herself as her friend made her deft adjustments. She had to concede that the underwear made a drastic change in both her appearance, which would be covered in anyways, but also in her attitude. She felt confident, attractive and even sexy. Now there were no stray hairs to mar the lines of her red thong. Her cleavage had improved drastically, no doubt due to the engineering behind modern bra's as opposed to the purely utilitarian items she used to buy before. "Stop staring at yourself and get into those clothes." Debbie said with a smile and gave her friend a playful slap on the bum, releasing her from the mirror's spell. Only half-blushing, Veronica reached for the red mini skirt draped over the chair. She put this on at her own pace, her modesty obviously now a thing of the past. She hoped that their relationship had not changed, thinking of the events the night before, but she felt comfortable and so did her friend. Best not to mention it and just go on as if nothing happened. She felt free though, modesty having been stripped from her with what she had shared the night before. After zipping up the mini skirt, she donned the blouse, remarking upon the low neckline and plunging cleavage. "Now you're talking girlfriend" Debbie replied. "Use what you have." Veronica sat down and proceeded to strap the red stiletto around her feet and ankles, admiring the enhanced lines of her calve and ankle as she put on the other one. As she sat up, Debbie had already arranged make-up on the vanity and proceeded to apply a cleansing facial lotion in sure movements. "When did you go to make-up school?" Veronica asked she sat back and relaxed, the arduous chore having been usurped from her. "There's a lot about me you don't know" Debbie replied with a secretive wink, now applying base to her friends face, following up with a light powder that blended perfectly with Veronica's pale English skin. Surprised at the colour of the base, Veronica noticed that she didn't recognize the brand. In fact, there was none of her normal make-up on the vanity. "Where did you get all this?" she asked her friend, surprised at the variety of obviously high quality cosmetics. "I'm a photographer, remember?" she replied, applying scarlet lipstick to her friend's lips, accentuating them perfectly against her skin. "I carry a make-up kit around and I only use the best." "Quite expensive stuff I see" "It pays to have you clients look their best. That is ultimately what they pay me for. The cost of this makeup is minimal to what I would lose if they don't think I brought out the best in them." Debbie replied, as she applied light shades of cobalt eye shadow, accentuating her friend's blue eyes. "I did a makeup course when I started in photography" she added while plucking a stray eyebrow here and there, "I thought it a brilliant complementary skill and also a backup if I were to fall on hard times", she continued as she lined eyebrows and finally applied mascara in short, deft strokes. She finished up with applying a hint of blush, creating a perfect illusion of a healthy glow, on pale, flawless cheeks. "I feel as if I should be paying you" Veronica said as she looked at her own reflection. She was impressed. Never before has she been able to accomplish even half of what her friend had expertly done in ten minutes. "You know, I've never seen your professional portfolio before, but if you're even half as good a photographer as you are a make-up artist then I don't understand why you work on cruise ships!" she added. Veronica wondered why she never has seen her friend's portfolio. The conversation had always somehow changed and she had only seen photos of friends and family and the occasional photos from cruises. Debbie was very secretive about her land-bound career, occasionally disappearing for two to four days at a time, just stating 'work' was the cause. Veronica never thought it important enough to confront her friend who was obviously not comfortable talking about it. "Maybe I'll show you one day." Debbie replied, the enigmatic half-smile reappearing, as she admired her work in the mirror. "I'd say you're ready now. Here, grab this scarf. Lets go!" Veronica grabbed the proffered item and followed her friend out. Debbie grabbed a red bag, from the kitchen, handed this to her friend as they headed out the door. "The other one would have ruined the effect, so I took the liberty" she explained as Veronica threw her an inquisitive look after opening the bag and finding all the necessaries inside. "So NOW will you tell me where we're going?" Veronica asked as they were finally seated on the southbound Picadilly line. She had noticed some heads turn at their passage and secretly wondered if these guys were looking at her or her friend. "Camden Town." Debbie stated with a faintly reverent timber to her voice. "We're going out tonight and I want to buy some items of clothing. You'll need some too, since it somewhat of a speciality club." She added before her friend could inquire as to the reason for their unexpected destination. Debbie had only been to Camden Town a few times, thinking the place to be a hangout for Punks, Goths, wannabe witches and other fringe-type members of society. She was curious as to the reason for their off-beat destination, but kept it to herself, sensing that she would get nothing more out of her friend. They kept themselves busy with casual banter and gossip, changing over to the northbound Northern line at Warren Street Station. Alighting at Camden station, they took the escalator up and took a right turn, after exiting via the Camden High street exit. Veronica noted the bright displays on the sidewalks, psychedelic tie-dyed t-shirts, even more psychedelic bongs, bohemian clothing, and all sorts of off-beat paraphernalia creating a kaleidoscope of colour; a perfect setting for not too normal looking people who seemed to frequent the place. Debbie purposefully led her gawking friend down the high street to Camden Lock Market. They passed many a stall walking though the warren and finally went up a narrow staircase at the far back. Veronica suddenly found herself smack in the middle of a fetish shop. Wicked looking riding crops, cat-o-nine-tails, scourges and other intimidating instruments shared a wall with fur-lined leather tethers, cuffs and other assorted bondage paraphernalia, the purpose she could not, or would not imagine. Turning the corner she observed several clothes stands as well as octagonal glass cases. Some of these cases had weird-looking metal implements, which she would later be explained were piercing for a whole range of body parts. Other cases had mannequins in, dressed in assorted leather and latex outfits. One had a white latex mini skirt, that might as well have been a belt and a latex top with holes cut where the wearer's nipples would be. The only thing that broke the unrelenting white was a blood red equal armed cross. A latex hat on the mannequins head completed this twisted nurse's outfit. Veronica was stunned. Words eluded her; she could but stare in silence at the plethora of devices and garments of a sub-culture she never knew existed. What left her even more speechless was the fact that Debbie's current outfit blended so well with the shop's theme. She obviously looked quite comfortable, even going so far as having a casual chat with the shop assistant, who looked both anemic and anorexic. Dark eye shadow dominated her features, giving her a gaunt look, her narrow waist, encircled by a black corset that threatened to pop out their apple sized burden. "Let me introduce you to my flat mate" Debbie addressed the emaciated vampire with casual familiarity. "Veronica, this is Lucretia, an old acquaintance of mine." "Hiya" The sweet voice with which this greeting was uttered, completely blew her cover and Veronica felt much more comfortable with this lamb dressed in wolfs clothes, and returned the greeting in kind. She didn't ask where these two leather clad girls had met, but joined in the casual banter, for now forgetting the intimidating milieu. After ten minutes of girl-talk, Debbie turned the conversation towards her purpose for being there. "I'm taking Veronica to Nosferatu and she simply has nothing suitable to wear. We bought some nice stuff yesterday, but that was more casual. I thought I'd bring her to a professional for her debut to the scene." Veronica was starting to feel anxious about the night's excursion. If this was the type of clothes that would make her fit in, what type of club could she expect? She voiced her concerns, but was assured by both girls that she needn't worry and that nothing would happen to her that she didn't want to. Not wanting to insult her friend, she didn't voice her opinion of how bizarre she thought the clothing and other items to be, she decided to play along and at least give them a chance. Besides, some of the things oddly excited her, but she could not say why. Lucretia went into business mode and guided them to the various stands. "We got some leather yesterday. I think lets stick to latex for now; pardon the pun." Debbie said when showed the first leather outfit. The witty remark was lost on Veronica, but at it at least elicited a brief black lipsticked smile from Lucretia. "Latex it is then. What colour?" "Well, my favorite colour is red." Veronica interjected, starting to take interest. Lucretia walked over to a glass case at the far end of the shop, half obscured from their current view, beckoning them to follow. The display case was inhabited by an oxblood clad manaquin. The only thing that could be seen of the original doll, was its eyes, looking like two black holes in a pool of blood. The outfit consisted of trousers, top, hood and gloves in latex and matching leather boots. All the items overlapped each other so that not an inch of skin would be showed. "I think that's maybe a bit much for you, for a first time. You'll pass out of dehydration in the first hour and miss all the fun." Veronica was relieved, since she found the outfit quite scary and completely over the top. Although she was now open to new experiences, turning into a dominatrix looking like she bathed in the blood of recalcitrant slaves, was definitely not on her agenda. "I quite agree. Maybe I should go for something a bit more simple and maybe even in a different colour." "I'll take it myself though." Debbie said to Lucretia. "I have a set in the back for you." Lucretia replied, grabbing a set from the clothes stand next to the case. She's obviously known Debbie for a while, because she didn't even ask her shoe size. They inspected various numbers, but Veronica found it hard to visualize herself in any of them. They all looked like stiff plastic bags, comparing the red garments on the hanger and what was on the mannequin, she decided to reserve judgment though. They finally settled for black pants, black boots and a black top that was fastened in the front with a wide zip. The top reminded Veronica of a biker's jacket, except for the material, of course. They made their respective payments and had their new items packed in discreet bags. Lucretia walked them to the door and promised to meet them at Nosferatu, later that night, on Debbie's request. They took the south bound Northern Line, and found themselves an empty cab. "So what's this club all about?" Veronica asked while they were being gently buffeted from side to side as the underground train moved on its rails. "It's a fetish club. Bondage, a bit of S&M and other assorted perversities." Debbie replied with a straight face. "And you know this place how?" "Well, I guess I gave myself away when we went there. Have you ever wondered what I do when I'm not photographing sea sick old rich people?" Debbie replied, looking uncharacteristically uncomfortable "Well, I've always guessed you did private shoots for land bound money-sick old people." Veronica smiled in response. "The fact is, I specialize in fetish photography. I shoot for magazines, catalogues and sometimes private occasions." "So THAT's why you know so much about this. I must say, I've always been curious...I mean about what you do, but also about fetish and all that other weird stuff. Well, what do you know. I never thought I'd get to find out this way." "Well...I guess I'll just have to educate the fetish newbie" Debbie was both relived and excited that she could finally share this with her friend. She had wanted to tell Veronica for ages, but always thought her friend to be too reserved to be able to take the news without seriously damaging their friendship, so she had kept her peace all these years. "So how did you get into this field?" Veronica asked, wanting to catch up on this hidden part of her friend's life. Debbie and Veronica had been friends since that first fateful day at London University eight years before. Even though the one enrolled for Visual Arts and the other in Medicine, the one from a rich family from Oxfordshire with aristocratic ties and the other from a blue collar household in Kent, they had bonded instantly. They had been assigned to share a room in the hostel, no doubt as a prank by senior year students, who thought it would be amusing to see the eventual sparks that would no doubt fly from between this unlikely pair. Their projected xenophobia had the opposite effect. Their personalities complemented each other perfectly. Through the years of studies, the one on a scholarship, the other financed by a trust fund, they had become best friends. Exploration Ch. 03 When Debbie finished her studies after three years, obtaining her bachelors degree in visual arts with honors, Veronica had opted to move into a flat with her friend to finish her medical degree, rather than stay in the hostel alone. Once her studies were completed, she established her practice in Acton, rather than return to Oxford and her stuffy family. She had initially decided to turn down Oxford for her medical studies, even though her families ties to this prestigious establishment had assured her preference, to study in London, just to get away from the incessant interference in her life. She was definitely no going to return there to work. She had decided on medicine because she wanted to help people, not because it was a career of status, like her parent had wanted her to believe. Debbie always had a grounding affect on her, bringing a normality to her life that a life of preference could not provide. Debbie, on the other hand had no trust fund to take her through university. Her father had run out on her and her mother when she was four. If it wasn't for a bursary from the Kent Chamber of Commerce, which bought her a camera and paid for her studies, she would never have been able to undertake tertiary study. Her mother had believed in her though and applied to the counsel after seeing the artistic flair her daughter had with their little entry-level camera, which she had received from a family member who had upgraded to something better. The photography and art courses she did attracted many an off-beat person and she fell in with a group of Goths, whom she went out with at night, since Veronica was always studying. One night, on a dare, they all went to a BDSM club. Most of Debbie's friends left after only five minutes, deciding that this was a bit too hard core for them, but Debbie decided to stay. She walked through the club part into the semi-private booths. What she saw there was forever etched in her memory and she was hooked for life. She returned often, without her friends, wearing plain black, not being able to afford the expensive fetish regalia, always watching, never participating. She liked to watch, finding the latex, rubber, leather and steel intensely erotic. The owner of the establishment approached her one night, noting that he had noticed her many times before, always looking, but never engaging. He also noted on her unusual attire for a fetish club. After getting her slightly tipsy, he finally found out that she was a student on a bursary, hence the lack of fetish attire. After finding out her major, he grew more interested. He offered her a free VIP membership to take some photos for his website and flyers, which she duly accepted. The photos came out brilliantly and led to more work. By the time that she graduated she had become an established erotic and fetish photographer. She had always wanted to see the world though, so she used her photographic credentials to get a job on a cruise liner. Though fetish was her specialty, she was very talented at portrait photography and was always on demand for cruises. She interspersed her cruises though, so she could have time to follow her darker passions. She earned much more money than she led on, investing a lot and also caring for her now aged mother in Kent. She had bought a flat there so her mother would not have to stay in the dingy counsel flat. Debbie gave Veronica the Reader's Digest version of her entry into fetish. Veronica seemed very interested in the whole scene though and asked many questions. Debbie suspected that her friend had some fetish tendencies and was suddenly glad that she had finally come clean. Veronica was interrupted in her questioning by a flood of people filling up the cab at the next station. They rode in silence, changing over to the Picadilly line again at Warren Street Station. Luckily there was still a bit of time left before the real rush hour started, which was a relief. By the time that they arrived home though Veronica had forgotten all her questions though, all thoughts dominated by the shrunken garments in her bag.