Charity Auction: Part 2

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As Linda drove down the road, she had a hard time concentrating on anything other than the road. Driving.

She was driving to where she wanted to be. 

She was driving to where she had to be. 

Linda found herself starting to press her legs together as she thought about the town she was going to. She didn’t know why, but she was just starting to get horny, especially as she saw the turn off sign. 

CENTERVILLE—2MI

Underneath the big letters, there was a cheery little subtitle:



Welcome ladies.

Something about those words just had Linda starting to get damp. She didn’t know why, but the idea that a whole town would be eager to accept ladies just turned her on. 

Especially if most of the guys looked like that hunky cop. God he looked good. 

No wonder that little slut stuck so close to him, Linda thought with a smile. She bet that she didn’t do anything he hadn’t told her to do, that she just sat there, horny, obedient, and silent until her man informed her of what she was supposed to do. 

As she drove along the road, she came to a lonely stop light, holding court over an intersection. Linda smiled at that. She guessed that the town fathers had put in a new street light in the hopes that the town would grow. In fact, it did look pretty new. The signal lights looked like modern LED’s, rather than the typical incandescent lights you saw in these out of the way places. 

For a moment, Linda’s amusement overrode her arousal. Evidently, someone had been wildly over optimistic. Then, as she approached the lights, the one facing her shifted to red. 

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Linda said. For a moment she thought about just not stopping, but on the other hand, that hunky cop might be following her… Hopes rising, she turned and looked into the mirror, frowning in disappointment as she saw that the road behind her was empty.

So there was no reason to stop. She’d just wait her, and watch the red light.

Linda frowned. The light from the sign looked brighter than the other signs that she’d seen in the city. And it was pulsing. Bright red, dark red. Faster and slower.

Faster…

Slower…

Linda found the way the light was pulsing oddly compelling. She could just fall into it. Just like the nice officer’s light. 

Faster…

Slower…

She had to stay here. You stopped at a red light. 

Those were the rules. And good girls… obeyed the rules. Linda licked her lips. She should obey the rules. After all, if you didn’t obey the rules then you might not be rewarded. You might not get what you needed…

Like that girl behind her. The one who was with the cop. She wasn’t a cop. That was silly. Women weren’t cops. A cop had to be a big, strong man who understood that it was his place to enforce the rules. 

And women—no, girls, obeyed the rules. 

And Linda should obey the rules. All of the rules. 

Faster…

“Yes…” Linda breathed softly.  

Slower…

“Obey the rules. Good girls obey. Good girls obey. Good girls obey…”

And then, moments later, the light flashed green. Bright, pretty green. Linda smiled at it. It was like the light was thanking her.

Thanking her for obeying.  

Linda pressed her legs together, and then with a sigh, drove through the intersection into town…

***

As Linda drove through the town, she noticed something… odd. 

Most town’s like this, she figured would be dying. Everyone moving to the cities, the farms going out of business or being bought out by the big agro-companies…

So, most news stories about little farming county towns showed vistas of main streets that were mostly full of closed or going out of business stores, with a few diners still struggling along. But that would be it. No sign of life.

Not like this town, however. Nearly every storefront was open, diners and stores having people walking in and out of them. Men…

And women…

The men were, well buff, but the women… most of them looked like they’d spent the day working on how to be sexy and were wearing clothes to show off their bodies. 

Wasn’t the Midwest supposed to be modest, Linda thought. 

Not only that, but they all looked like they’d checked in to have some cosmetic surgery done on them— heavy tits, curved hips and generous asses were the order the day, as women walked along the street, most of them with a guy in attendance, or rather, they were attending the guy.  Still, the shops looked interesting and she should probably just look around…

Look around…

Look around like that good girl…

Linda smiled faintly, oddly proud that her tits would fit right in with all the other girls’ boobs, without any surgery. 

Girls.  She giggled. When was the last time she’d referred to adult women as girls?

But it seemed to fit. It sounded… Better. More attractive. What guy wanted to deal with a stuck up woman— 

“Oh!” Linda gasped. She’d somehow parked her car while she’d been distracted.  

She blushed. What if she had crashed? That would bad… It was then that Linda noticed that all the local drivers were men. There were some women riding bikes, or walking, but none of them were driving.

It made sense. If they had been driving like Linda, day dreaming while they pulled into a parking space.

Linda shuddered. She guessed“Women driver” wasn’t as silly an accusation as she’d remembered. In fact, hadn’t the slut wearing the police costume been in the passenger’s seat?

Yeah.  She had. Sitting like a good girl, waiting for her man to tell her what to do.

Biting her lip at the sense of arousal that went through her body at the image of what the girl was probably doing now, Linda got out of her car and started walking along the street.  

“Well, hi! You look like a new visitor!”

Turning, Linda started to say hello, then felt her eyes go wide at what she saw.