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Morgan and Adrienne spend their lunchhour in a sex shop.

Disclaimer: NSFW. Unless your work is cool with sex toys and underbust corsets.

"He really does have an actual name," Adrienne was saying to Morgan as they meandered down a dull, dirty New York sidewalk. Adrienne had had a morning class but had gone into the city for the rest of the day and had managed to grab Morgan away from the secret business of Emma and Remy to have lunch. And lunch, to the blue woman's dismay, Adrienne was sure, had consisted of a takeaway salad and a walk so that Adrienne could window shop for possible models and clothing designs. Driver, the subject of Adrienne's conversation, was keeping a distance and doing his usual guard dog impression, keeping an eye out for both women. They strolled past the Pink Pussycat and Adrienne stopped in her tracks to admire a white leather nurse's uniform in the window, complete with riding crop and crotchless panties. "Now that's something you should buy for Sam. Does he have a birthday or something coming up?" she teased, knowing full well that while Morgan joked about having kinky tastes she, or rather, Vanessa, Adrienne suspected, was actually rather traditional when it came to intimacy.

Morgan poked her friend in the side. "Uh, I don't think the farm boy is into the crotchless panties. Actually, my own underwear might be too extreme for him. I need white, cotton things or summat." She was joking, of course, and it was easy to tell despite the dull, distracted tone she used. Morgan had tilted her head while looking at the window display and had kept going until she was looking up the mannequin's skirt. "Maybe little red riding hood in latex instead. I can't imagine Sam being into roleplaying." She wasn't into it at all, but suddenly she was wondering if Sam would be if he tried it. On the bright side, she was in a position to not introduce him to anything she was particularly against and therefore would never have to deal with him trying to get her to do something she wasn't into. Most likely.

"Don't you dare change your underwear for any boy, farm variety or not," Adrienne stated vehemently, in that joking-but-not-really-joking tone that manifested itself in her voice whenever a random thought from her marriage days popped into her head. "I can't see him being into roleplaying either. But since he's a vanilla innocent little-" she eyed Morgan suspiciously "or maybe not but close enough to being an innocent- that's not something you really have to worry about unless you want to do it. Christ, that must be empowering," she mused with a dramatic sigh. "Let's go in. Just to look. Maybe I'll buy a toy since I have no innocent boy to mold into my very own sex slave."

Eyes were rolled, the head was shaken and Morgan even lightly thwapped Adrienne upside the head. "I'm not molding him into anything. I'm not even sleeping with him yet. Well, I'm sleeping with him, but I'm not having sex with him. Yet." Unless you were one of those people who considered oral sex as sex, in that case she definitely was having sex with him but Morgan tended to classify sex as penetrative. She, however, hadn't disclosed any of the details of the physical intimacy between Sam and herself other than random musings such as her comment about not thinking he would be into roleplaying. Morgan didn't share and Adrienne hadn't asked. It worked out well.

"Don't worry, love, I won't change my underwear. He'll be so damn happy to finally get me out of them I doubt he'd notice what they look like anyway." She skipped the bit where she'd spent a weekend in bed with him in nothing but her panties for the most part. Instead Morgan held open the door for her friend.

"Well, Christ, you two sound incredibly boring," Adrienne muttered, going through the door. "I'm actually disappointed." She was, on some level, because when she pictured a man who would be worthy of Morgan it definitely wasn't someone as meek as Sam, but on another level she would be supportive of her friend's relationship as long as it didn't seem dangerous in any way, and Adrienne didn't think she would ever have to worry about that happening with Sam. "I'm glad your sex life is locked up in the vault away from me, because I may just fall asleep when you share. Now I know to take my request for vicarious thrills to someone else. The question is, who? Can't go to Amanda, hers would bore me to tears too. Maybe Terry? Ooo, or Lil; I bet Bishop makes for some great sex stories."

"We are. Insanely boring." Yet despite her words there was quite a broad grin stretching itself across her lips. The former mercenary was obviously enamored and obviously downplaying things with Sam. She wasn't sure what would qualify as not boring in bed given she was sure her own measuring stick for boring versus mundane versus inventive was a little skewed. Morgan rolled her eyes and gave Adrienne's hip a small bump as they walked through the shop. "Ugh, I'd rather not think of any of the people I work with having sex. Bishop is a Ken doll so far as I'm concerned. Pretty to look at, especially when lacking clothing, but it stops there. You here me? Stops. There. You get anything out of the moody wonder and I don't fancy hearing it too, got it?"

Morgan stopped suddenly and grabbed Adrienne's arm. "So what are the odds of me getting you to try that on and give me a show." She smirked over at Adrienne and plucked a full length blue dress made of rubber off the hook it hung from. It had slits up the sides that looked high enough to reach one's waist. It was also entirely backless.

Scrutinizing the dress with a trained eye, Adrienne pursed her lips. Driver had meandered into the store to keep an eye on them and she gave Morgan a wide smile, anticipating that it would make him uncomfortable if she tried the dress on. "I might have some trouble around the bust area since this dress is a cup size too small for me, but your odds are pretty good that I'll try it on at least, Snickerdoodle." She took the thing from Morgan and marched off towards the back of the shop where the 'leather adjustment area' with its changing room was located. "Find me an accessory to go with this, alright?" she called over her shoulder, smirking, "then come over because I might need your help getting into it."

Morgan was left standing there, grinning to herself. "I could be okay with it being too small in the bust for you," she called after her friend. After all, when it was too small women tended to just spill out the top. Who was going to complain about that? "Right," Morgan muttered to herself, "an accessory." She spun around and laid her eyes on a wall adorned with floggers and paddles. Well, they were accessories, right? She drifted off toward the wall and let her eyes wander over the various bits and pieces hanging in front of her. After several minutes of decision Morgan grabbed the lolly crop off the wall and headed back toward the changing rooms. She also had a more traditional leather crop in hand as well. Just in case.

Adrienne frowned to herself from behind the changing room door as she folded her own clothes on the chair in the corner and wriggled into the dress. "You may need a can opener to get me out of this thing later, you realize that right?" she called out when she heard the tread of Morgan's footsteps. "Or a lot of lube." If there hadn't been a sales associate manning the adjustment counter, Adrienne might have gone through with her statement of having Morgan help her into the outfit, but she managed to squeeze into it on her own after several minutes and sauntered out of the change room confidently, striking a pose in front of the white-haired woman while she beamed.

"I've no problems peeling you out of a dress, mi dulce." Morgan waited, tapping the end of the lolly crop against her leg. When Adrienne came out, though, her eyebrows shot up and her jaw dropped just a little. Then her head tilted to the side and her eyes raked over Adrienne's body in a way that was much more than female. The dress didn't leave anything to the imagination. "Now all my wet dreams about you are going to be so much more vivid, you realize." Morgan gave a low whistle.

Preening a little at Morgan's comment, Adrienne sashayed over to her friend, glad now that she'd kept on her black spike heels for their lunchtime walk despite the pain they would cause later and the fact she'd nearly broken her neck slipping the ice a half-dozen times. "Am I a bad person if I say I don't really have a problem with you having vivid wet dreams about me despite the fact you have a boyfriend?" she purred, sidling up to the blue woman and pulling Morgan close to nip at her bottom lip while taking the crop from her.

Morgan was the picture of innocence despite the woman with the painted on rubber dress pressed against her. At least she was until her hand slid up Adrienne's thigh and rested on her ass. "Nah. I think you only cross into 'bad' territory if you try to make said wet dreams come true despite me having a boyfriend." After a moment of thought Morgan suddenly grinned. The look was pure mischief. "Unless you want to make them true with me and my boyfriend. I think you get put into the 'very good' category for that."

Adrienne tapped the crop against her shin as she pretended to think this over. "He can watch, but I'm not very good at sharing, Snickerdoodle," she answered, strutting around the shop in an attempt to catch Driver's eye, as well as the eyes of the two other customers and the sales associates in the shop. She inspected a rack of strap-ons. "Now, if I was into him, and wanted both of you, that would be a different story." But Sam was far too meek for her tastes.

Morgan shrugged, nonplussed. "More for me!" With a grin on her face, she smacked Adrienne in the ass with the crop she still had in her hand. There was a reason backup choices were useful! She was still grinning as she came up behind her friend and wrapped her arms around the other woman's shoulders. "Ever fucked someone with a strap on? Some women are really, really bad at it. They don't really understand the motion you need to do it really well. Ooooh, that one looks fun." She pointed to a Feeldoe hanging there next to the harnessable dildos despite it clearly not needing a harness.

Adrienne smacked Morgan's thigh with the crop she was holding, bemused. "I haven't been in the convent my whole life, you know," she smirked in answer to Morgan's question about using the strap on. "And I never heard any complaints." She inspected the Feeldoe with a wary eye. "Not my first choice," she commented, shaking her head. "I like to be the one penetrating, but I also like to be on top, and this seems like it would work best with the penetrator on the bottom. My muscles aren't as strong as they used to be, sadly; I doubt I could grip it for any other position but missionary." She picked one off the rack and frowned. "Of course, you can attach a strap, apparently..."

"Technically you should be able to wear it and use it for any position you'd normally be able to accomplish with a strap on. Time to work out those muscle, do some kegel exercises and the like." She smacked Adrienne's ass lightly. "Though if you can use a harness," she let her voice trail off and waggled her eyebrows. "All the fun without any of the necessary muscle development. Suppose it could help you develop the necessary muscles so you could use it without one as well." She nudged her friend playfully. "Now we just have to find someone for you to use it on." In a singsong she called, "Oh Driver, how do you feel about taking one for the team?" She didn't say it quite loud enough to reach his ears, though, and immediately after fell into a fit of laughter at the mental image.

Adrienne collapsed into giggles as well at that, smacking Morgan back with the crop she was holding. She figured the giggling was enough of an answer so she didn't bother replying, only wiping at the corners of her eyes with her fingers so she wouldn't smudge her mascara with her tears. "Your turn to play fashion show, Snickerdoodle," she announced, pulling a red leather underbust corset with buckles and a red leather microskirt off a rack. The skirt was actually two scraps of leather, front and back, held together at the sides with a series of buckles.

First one white eyebrow arched upward and then the other followed quickly, one for each piece of clothing. "You want me to wear that?" Her head tilted to the side as she stared at the lack of clothing being held up to her. She groaned. "I always hated corsets." Despite the frown she took each item from her friend and headed off toward the changing room. "So you're going to help lace me into this thing, right?" The question was called over her shoulder. Quickly a grin followed and she added, "Or do you think Driver would be better at it?"

"I only feel comfortable with Driver dressing and undressing me," Adrienne retorted, following Morgan into the changing room after grabbing a pirate eyepatch and a red silk half-length cape off a novelty rack. She stood at the half-open door to the changing room, effectively blocking it from the eyes of others, since the underbust corset was designed to leave breasts completely exposed and she was fairly certain Morgan wouldn't want to put on a public show. "Just let me know where you need my hands," she told Morgan with a wicked grin. As Morgan undressed Adrienne wriggled in her own outfit uncomfortably. The rubber was already beginning to chafe, clearly inferior quality. Pity.

Morgan shot Adrienne a look that was full of mischief. "Oh, if only you'd slipped the word 'want' in there instead," she teased. Sure, they both knew Morgan wasn't going to make good on that teasing, but she delivered it believably anyway. There was no fun in it if you didn't pretend you really wanted it. And under different circumstances she maybe even may have. Morgan stripped down to just her panties, though her back was kept to Adrienne and, as a result, the door. She wiggled into the skirt first, adjusting the buckles as necessary so it hugged her hips tightly, but comfortably. Next she slid the corset on over her head and positioned it properly before beginning to carefully tighten the laces. Once they were as tight as she could get them she looked over her shoulder at her friend and held the long loops in each hand out to her. "Cinch me?" Her waist was already looking considerably smaller but Morgan knew the corset could be tightened better than what she'd managed to do on her own.

"You want my hands, but you don't need my hands?" Adrienne retorted, sounding shocked, "I'm sort of hurt, I think. Clearly I haven't been working hard enough to woo you." She stepped forward to take the laces in her hands. The brunette was clearly teasing as well, and it felt a little strange to be doing so since before Steven she never would have bothered teasing anyone without intentions to get them into bed, and after Steven she had kept teasing to that completely-acceptable-within-a-workplace-environment level, purely in jest without the other party even needing to wonder if she actually meant it. Teasing Morgan was a completely different ball game, however; it was a strange hybrid between innocent flirting and inappropriate innuendo. Adrienne had no intentions of actually pursuing Morgan seriously- if Morgan had come along before Steven, then things might have been different, though Adrienne wasn't about to play the 'what if' game- but her teasing of the blue woman wasn't exactly the same teasing she gave to her business associates, either. It gave her a sort of outlet for her former, predatory self, the pre-Steven Adrienne, and she appreciated it for that reason, but the post-Steven Adrienne got a bad taste in her mouth over the idea of attempting to seduce someone who was dating, and clearly blissful about, someone else.

Pulling the corset strings tight and tying them with a practiced efficiency, Adrienne took a step back. "You are an incredibly beautiful woman, Snickerdoodle," she praised. "You're all set. Just lemme get out my camera..." an eyebrow waggled as she joked, digging her hand through her purse.

It took a few moments for Morgan to adjust to the lack of lung capacity. It had been a long time since she'd worn a corset and she wasn't used to just how much it cut off her lung capacity. Or how ridiculously small it made her waist. The metamorph poked at her side as if trying to see if her body really wasn't where she'd last left it. Morgan spun around with her hand covering most of one breast and the arm stretching across to cover most of the other. She arched an eyebrow up at Adrienne, who she was sure wouldn't actually take a picture. "Shouldn't I have the stilettos to go along with this before any pictures? Besides, you are morally obligated to send any pictures to Sam." She paused in feigned thought. "Though I'm not sure if we'd see him for many days after receiving photos of me like this."

Adrienne kicked off her own stilettos towards Morgan. "Just so I can get the full image," she grinned. Her hand came up empty out of her bag- she knew Morgan's distaste for being put on display and hadn't intended to take a picture at all, never mind the fact she didn't actually have a camera with her- but she framed her hands in the air between them as if wanting to frame the image of Morgan for her mental picture. "I am not morally obligated to do anything for Sam," she protested haughtily. "What I do with my pictures of scantily clad women shouldn't be anyone's business but my own. I told you, I don't share. I may be morally obligated not to sleep with you while you're dating him, but I should still be able to ogle pictures." She even stuck out her tongue to accentuate how much she was joking. "Ugh, this thing is chafing all to hell, I need to take it off," she complained, tugging at the rubber skirt.

Morgan slipped the stilettos on with an ease that should have been completely unnatural for the tomboy. The fact that she wore her hair in a braid down her back most days and owned a bra were the only real nods to her femininity on display three hundred and sixty two days of the year if she wasn't in a mimic that required more blatant displays. Once the shoes were properly in place Morgan posed for her friend in a typically amateur model sort of fashion. "Alright, I'll give you that you're not morally obligated to send him pictures. But you really should just to see the way he turns scarlet so suddenly." With a grin she strutted over to Adrienne, fingers tracing up the skin left exposed from the high slits in the rubber dress. "Need help getting out of it? Her voice was laced with a suggestion she had no intentions of making good on.

Quirking an eyebrow after having a good long stare at Morgan with the heels on, the corner of Adrienne's mouth curled up wickedly. "I think I can manage on my own. If I took you up on your offer I wouldn't be able to resist doing delicious things to you that would ruin you for all future men- and women." She stepped forward to place the cape around Morgan's shoulders, and followed it up with the eyepatch, which she slipped around Morgan's head slowly, running her fingers sensuously over the blue woman's hair and temples as she adjusted the accessory into place. "Perfect. The mental image is now complete," she grinned, stifling a giggle as she started peeling the rubber dress off herself. Her clothes were folded up in a corner of the room, but she wasn't at all concerned with being naked in front of Morgan. The former model had gotten used to stripping in front of dressers and the like, and now that she trusted Morgan implicitly she was quite comfortable wearing nothing but her own skin in front of her. "I'm going to be stealing your outfit from you when you get out of it," she informed her friend. "I think I'll wrap it up for a present for Sam. I also have to pick up a Feeldoe for someone." Anticipating Lil's reaction had the wicked grin returning to her face. "Pass me my bra?"

Morgan had been in the process of shimmying out of her skirt when the comment about Sam was tossed out there. "I don't think Sam would look very good in a corset. And I'm not sure I much fancy a man who crossdresses, actually," she quipped back. The look on her face was pure sarcasm. The skirt dropped to the floor, pooling around her stiletto-clad feet and she leaned over to fetch the requested bra. Dangling it over Adrienne's head she said only, "Arr!"