Whatever the girls had been expecting, and a lot of possibilities had crossed their minds - - bar, nightclub, rave, strip club, the east end where prostitution was rampant, and other even less pleasant stuff - - the place they pulled up outside of was not it. After heading to the mostly closed at this hour shopping district James's beat up SUV rattled to a stop outside of a place called NEGATIVE ZONE.
There was a brief electronic chirp as James locked the vehicle and Michelle wondered why he ever bothered. The stone might have let James upgrade his physique, and probably his dick, he was still stuck with his shitty ride. Not that she had any intention of suggesting they use her brand-new Mustang. If James realized her family had money she might never get back to being a he, not without forking over a lot of cash anyway.
They had smoked a joint on the way over. Between that and the molly and the shots, Josie and Michelle were both floating along like captives in some super-real dream. When James waved them both his sides so they could cuddle up against him, one hand on each of their asses, as he made his entrance their hesitation was momentary and half-hearted.
James even coaxed them a little. The joint seemed to have mellowed him a little and he wasn't being such a cold-hearted asshole about everything, "C'mon now, remember, you have to make me look good. Besides, nothing bad is going to happen in here. Just a buncha wimps."
Josie and Michelle shared a look. Michelle gave a wan smile and Josie nodded perhaps a bit too agreeably. So they did as instructed, each making a soft noise on feeling James's hand slide from waist to hip to buttock. What choice did they have? Besides the night was hot and sultry, they felt light and airy in their skimpy dresses, and right now almost any physical contact felt good.
Josie's big dark eyes took in everything through a soft mist of halos and trails. The sign reading NEGATIVE ZONE was silver letters against a black background with stars. It reminded her a little of the old Twilight Zone logo from TV. A sign hung above some comics and toy robots in the display window read, "High Prices? That's a negative!" Josie could not quite stifle a giggle when she realized it was a comic shop. Comics? Really?
Josie had not even read a comic since her last year of middle school. She, no, HE - - hard to remember that all fucked up like this - - had given up reading them for fear that it would make it harder to get a girl. Now she was a girl - - and one with a figure straight out of the comics she used to read. Josie wasn't sure, but thought her ex, Molly, might have even done some cosplay stuff here. The was a Catwoman style outfit in one of the boxes back at the frat house.
The rest of the street was empty, but there were several cars parked along the curb in front of the shop. The lights were out in the display case and the front room, plus the door was locked, but it was obvious there were people inside. There was the muted sound of music and conversation, maybe cheering, and the glow of lights further back in the narrow depths of the store. It wasn't The Ledge, a local hotspot, on a Saturday night, but it was pretty jumping for geek-town. Josie couldn't help it, her curiosity was becoming as aroused as the rest of her. Why had James brought them here?
James banged on the door for a bit, but no one came to let them in. Growling in frustration, he released his grip on Josie's tingling asscheek and fished his mobile from one pocket, furiously tapping out a quick text. Josie noticed with conflicted feelings that he seemed to be more focused on Michelle now, keeping her close to him, kissing on her, etc. It was a slight relief, though if she were being honest sex as a woman on the receiving end of James's dick had not been as disgustingly awful as she had been dreading. In spite of or perhaps because of that, Josie dazedly wondered if the slight sting she felt was of a woman cast aside because the man had already bedded her. Either way, she suspected it was Michelle's turn to ride the bucking bronco pretty soon, but this didn't seem like the place to do it.
Soon a slouching figure emerged from the shadows of the shop and drifted up to the front door. It was a tall, gawky guy with a goatee and big owlish eyes. He blinked in confusion as his eyes went from one stacked girl in her best sluttiest outfit to the other, and the three standing outside could almost read his mind, wondering what women like this wanted at a comic shop after hours. Then his eyes homed in on James's grinning face.
"James?" the stooped scarecrow with the owl vision smiled uncertainly and unlocked the door, letting them in.
