She had been beautiful, sexy, alluring, everything Jim had ever fantasized. She'd also been naked and performing the best oral sex Jim had ever imagined.
And then she'd vanished.
Had it been some sort of fantasy? Some sort of hallucination? Jim wondered for a moment as he lay naked on the warm mattress that, for some reason, was on the floor of the mall's boiler room. No, it had to have been real. She had to have been real. There was no way he would have been able to imagine something so intense, so vivid. Unless there was something seriously wrong with his mind, that is.
Feeling more than a little freaked out, Jim scrambled to his feet and gathered up his clothes. It didn't take him long to dress and backtrack his way to the public area of the mall, bright, clean, populated. He felt safer around people, as if there presence might stave off whatever mania he was experiencing.
His mind wandered to Sharon, his loving girlfriend. During his encounter in the boiler room, he hadn't once thought that he was cheating on her. Why hadn't he? He'd never cheated before, hadn't even considered it! He loved Sharon, didn't he?
Of course he did. He wasn't some slime ball who would date a girl until a better thing came along. That wasn't the type of guy he was. Only, it kind of was the type of guy he was, in light of his time with the mysterious dark-haired beauty.
"I'm only a projection, you know", she had told him, just before she wrapped her breasts around his erection, "I am your fantasy."
What did that mean? Maybe it was whatever part of his mind that was still sane trying to warn him, to move away from this delusion, to embrace reality.
"At least, that's how it used to be." She'd finished. Soon after she'd vanished, leaving him spent, naked, and alone. And freaked out.
Jim felt his brow form a halo of sweat, a habit he'd had since adolescence, something that happened when he was anxious. Walking aggressively, weaving through the crowd, all he wanted to do was get to his car and go home. That's when it hit him. Hadn't he been attempting to purchase a present for Sharon's birthday? Not only had he cheated on his girlfriend, but now he was about to skip out on a birthday present.
A new resolve in his chest, Jim turned to the nearest store, an upscale clothing store for women, and marched in. He decided that he would be the best boyfriend ever and pick something out that Sharon would like. He roughly knew her size, and she would be able to exchange it if he guessed wrong. Crossing to a rack that held the style of dress that Sharon wore on special occasions, he picked out one that he thought would look lovely on her. Then he took it to the front counter to pay.
"Will that be all, sir?" a sexy, short-dark-haired beauty said from behind the register, her voice dripping with innuendo.
Jim couldn't believe his eyes. His fantasy woman, the woman from the boiler room, was working the counter at this store. No longer naked, the woman was wearing a tight, grey blouse and a mauve skirt. She stared at him through heavy lidded eyes, her tongue lightly licking her lips.
"I, er," Jim stammered eloquently, "I'll have to come back for this."
He dropped the dress and scrambled out of the store, not wanting to once again find himself in a compromising situation. How had the girl vanished from the boiler room, then appear in the clothing store? Was this some sort of joke? Magic trick? Elaborate prank?
"Everything okay, sir?" Jim heard a voice from behind him. He turned and found himself face-to-face with the same woman, now dressed in an extremely tight and abbreviated mall security guard outfit. Her long legs were encased in fishnet stockings, with knee-high boots below. Her skirt was more like a tu-tu. For a top, a skin-tight, button up black shirt with a badge afixed next to the plunging neckline. Atop her head was balanced a black cap.
"I, um, no, I mean..." Jim stuttered, "Yes. Everything's fine."
The security guard placed one hand on his chest. "If you want, I could make sure you get to your car safely." She slid her hand down his chest until it was resting on his belt buckle, "I wouldn't want you to have a negative experience in our establishment. I want you to know how friendly we can be."
She leaned into him, pulling him closer by his belt. Again, the smell of apples hit his nose. With a shudder, Jim took a step backward. He was shaking with desire. This woman was everything he ever wanted, everything he'd ever fantasized. He had two problems, though. One, every second he spent with her he was closer to cheating on his girlfriend, and two, she might not be real! How could she be in two places at once? What was going on??
"I need to go," he said, scurrying away from the guard, who looked after him with a pout, "Thanks for the offer."
Nearing the exit, Jim pulled his keys from his pocket. He wanted to get out of there without any more delays. Then...
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