This choice: An electronics store to look at neat gadgets and stuff • Go Back...Chapter #4High Tech and High Pressure by: bobob1   "Ooh I think that new store with all the gadgets and neat home things opened. Pointer Image is the name? Or something like that?" Shannon exclaimed, holding you crudely in her fist while her lengthy strides carried you both towards the mall entrance. Thinking for a second you remembered the name that she had mentioned and yawned. You've done enough research into new technology to know that these types of stores mostly carry overpriced and outdated toys, massage chairs, and random inventions that nobody asked for like handheld massagers. Thinking on the bright side, at least this wouldn't be a clothing store so Shannon would be less likely to plaster you to some piece of cloth and forget about you.
"Sounds good, mom!" You manage to stutter out amongst the rapid shaking that Shannon's mere act of walking and holding you was causing. She smiled in return and headed through the entrance to the mall. A blast of air-conditioning hit both of you, something you were thankful for as you could already feel Shannon's hand begin to sweat from the mere minute you two were outside. You wipe yourself off slightly, never quite getting used to how sweaty your mother could get in a moment's notice. But it seemed like the climate controlled space was doing her some good, as she arrived at the gadgets store with no other incidents.
Shannon slowed her pace as she walked into the store, oohing and ahhing at every little thing she could see. A number of other shoppers were checking out the stuff there, but Shannon could not decide on one specific thing to look at first. An RC helicopter buzzed past your head, something you took note of being just about the right size of a real helicopter to you. You smiled briefly, imaging the fun times you could have trying that out, but then quickly frowning upon realizing that if you were to test it then Shannon would have to fly it, and that was a surefire recipe for disaster. Gazing around the room Shannon's eyes came to rest on a set of miniature headsets.
"Ooh check these out, Sammy!" Shannon said, dropping you slightly roughly on the counter next to them. Dusting yourself off from the fall you walk over and see two small bluetooth headsets next to each other. The box next to them read "discrete two-way communication" and you picked one up in your hands. These things must really have been tiny because to you it was the size of a relatively large walkie-talkie! Shannon delicate reached down with two fingers and plucked the other one up, placing it gently in her ear before speaking.
"Major Shannon to ground control, checking in!" Shannon's voice rang out above you but also traveled perfectly and came out of the headset you were holding! Shannon giggled at her silly message before you smile and decided to play along.
"Ground control hears you loud and clear, how's the weather up there?" You joke back at your mom. For this brief moment you were actually having a blast, and moreover impressed that you two found something that might be useful to you! You broke character to say into the headset, "These are actually great! I feel like these could really come in handy!"
"I totally agree, we should test them out to see how well they work when we can't hear each other normally talk as well though." Shannon commented and you surprisingly agreed at her smart idea. Quickly as Shannon grabbed you between her two fingers though you regretted this decision. Nonchalantly Shannon whisked you through the air while speaking normally, "Honestly, I know you might not agree but I think we need to see if it works in our most common predicament, if you know what I'm saying." Shannon spoke confidently as her incredibly ditzy brain attempted to come up with the best way to test out these headsets. Slightly confused, you wanted to ask your mom what she meant, but in a flash she whisked you behind her back and used her free hand to peel back the waistband of her skintight leggings, dangling you precariously above.
"WAIT MOM NOooooo" was all that you managed to say as Shannon let go of your body and it tumbled through the air, slamming into her lower back before sliding instantly past her stretched out waistband and into the all-too-familiar abyss of her ass. Shannon cringed slightly upon hearing your screams through the headset. She thought to herself that maybe this wasn't the best idea and began to panic upon realizing how her stupidity had caused you harm yet again.
"Mom, get me out of here now! It's so nasty!" You yell up from deep in the dark crack. The environment was hot and humid from the build-up of sweat, not to mention incredibly tight from the constricting fabric of her leggings. By some miracle you managed to hold onto your headset and you yelled into it, begging for freedom.
"Shoot, I'm sorry sweetie. I just wanted to see how well these worked, and well, now we know!" Shannon said to you, apologetically but simultaneously slightly proud of the successful idea she had. Discretely Shannon backed up to a wall, mashing your body between her powerful glutes for a few steps before snaking a finger into her butt. After digging around for a moment she felt your tiny form and grabbed you between her fingers. With some effort she yanked you out. Looking down at your sheepishly, she took the headset out of her ear and took yours from you as well.
"I think we should get these!" She said down to you, "Buuuut maybe a different pair, these kind of stink." Shannon said. You thought she was making a bad joke at first but then you realized that she very well may not realize that it was her sweaty ass that made them, and you, slightly smelly in the first place. You groaned at her mental capabilities as Shannon reached for a fresh box and carried it around the store, checking out other cool things she could get her hands on.
"Ooh this looks awesome!" Shannon exclaims. What is she talking about?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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