Karyn's ears rang the entire ride to Jon's house. The music in her strip-club bedroom had been driving, thumping, loud enough to make her head ache. She wondered how the people who seemed to work in there could handle it. The pain from the music, however, was the last thing on her mind.
She hadn't stayed long in her room. Of course she had to take a few minutes to pack. Her bedroom had been transformed into a strip-club, but that didn't mean it wasn't still her bedroom. Her bed was in the middle of the stage, just behind a brass pole that ran from floor to ceiling. Her dresser was behind the bar. Her closet was in the women's changing room. She'd only taken enough time to fill her backpack with a couple changes of clothes and some toiletries, then she'd hit the road.
On her way out she shivered as she watched a slutty nurse gyrating to the music on Karyn's own collectible "My Little Pony" sheets.
Outside of her home you would never guess that a busy strip-club was hidden inside. The only clue was the extra door with a bouncer waiting beside it. The noise was completely masked. From the exterior, she was standing in a quiet suburban neighbourhood. Nothing strange at all.
The same could not be said about the interior of her car. Karyn climbed into her 1998 Ford Escort and closed the door behind her. Immediately she knew that something was wrong.
It wasn't a car.
As soon as the door closed, Karyn found herself standing in a glass shower. Warm water cascaded over her body from a shower-head above her, soaking her through her clothes. She looked for faucets but found none. Through the glass she could see that the shower was moving, slowly making its way down the street toward Jon's house, just as it would if she was driving a car.
Then the touching began.
Invisible hands began to lather soap all over her. Her clothes, soaked, were now also slick with soap. She tried to find a door, to escape, but the glass walls had no access, no handle, nothing to indicate a way out. Her breasts, her hair, her legs, her ass, every inch of her body was rubbed and rubbed in the warm water. She hated it. She hated most of all how good it felt. It was as if the hands knew exactly where to touch her to give her the most pleasure.
One hand found its way into her groin and began to work itself into her vagina. Softly at first, then with more and more speed, it massaged her clit, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. She pressed her hands against the glass in front of her, letting the water pour over her back. Her knees began to quiver, then, just as she was about to reach climax...
...The shower stopped, the door opened and she was ejected, wet, frustrated, onto Jon's lawn. She had arrived at her destination. As the cool evening air hit her wet body, she tried to calm herself, resisting the temptation to finger herself there on the lawn, to finish the job. Instead, she silently cursed whoever was behind her predicament, and listened to the ringing in her ears.
