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SPECIAL NOTE FOR READERS OF _Jason and Kylie, Naked In School_:

You may or may not be aware, but Shalon broke his arm in two places three weeks ago; Jason and Kylie is temporarily on hold (he had a nice cushion built up on Pandora's Box, which is why he switched to that. Please see http://playground.pele.cx for details, including news on when Jason and Kylie will return.

If you have any questions, please email us, or visit our forums at http://playground.pele.cx/forums and ask.
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SPECIAL NOTE FOR READERS WHO DON'T LIKE M/M SCENES:

You want to either make it through the upcoming M/M scene (next chapter, IIRC) or skip to the end, because the scene after that involves Pandora, a bottle of lube, and a latex catsuit that fits perfectly.

Meow.

And a blindfold.

(And I promise, not all of our stories are MM; we've only got three, in fact, which are. It's just that somehow those three (Pandora's Box, Prudence, and Jason and Kylie (to a very small degree -- two scenes) ended up being some of the first ones we posted.

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Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
sarcasm.  If you're underage, or if for any other reason it's illegal 
for you to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't 
read it.

Archived at http://pandora.pele.cx, and we've got a web-forum at
http://playground.pele.cx/forums as well, for discussion of both
Pandora and our other stories. 

Comments *greatly* appreciated.

Enjoy,

Velvet
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It was an interesting thing to watch as, in three steps, she tried to
decide on a persona to present. Except for that brief, nervous time when
she'd first arrived on his doorstep, he hadn't seen anything but the real
Pandora. Now, as panic led her to fall back on instinct, she flipped
through personalities like the most expert actress, and each showed on her
face. First shy, coy, then brazen -- her green eyes a flashing dare -- then
that was abandoned for the cool, distant gaze of born nobility. It didn't
fit with the clothing, though, and the worry that seeped into her
expression showed that she didn't think she could pull it off, so finally
she settled on a combination of shyness and innocent excitement as she
stepped around the corner to where she would be visible to the boys and
could also examine herself in the full-length mirror.

She gasped, her hand going to her throat to self-consciously tug the
transparent sides of the shirt together... for all the good it would do.
Her eyes were wide as she turned, gazing over her shoulder to look at the
little skirt from behind, where it barely covered the round curve of her
ass. The blond clerk sat down abruptly in a chair behind the counter, a
fine sweat breaking out on his brow, and even the dark-haired boy smiled at
the sight.

Pandora turned to look at Gabriel, bending around the corner enough to make
the skirt rise just slightly. "You're _sure_ this is legal?"

Gabriel nodded, smiling. "As long as you don't bend too much right now,
since you aren't wearing underwear."

The blond groaned and slid off the chair into the floor, hiding behind the
counter. Pandora blushed and nodded. "I have some in the truck, though,"
she whispered, failing to notice the boy's plight.

"You'll want to wear them tonight, then." He raised an eyebrow. "Shame you
didn't bring them in here..."

"I don't know... with _this_ on, it feels... um, really dirty to not be
wearing them," she admitted quietly.

"I can see. It turns you on to know that if you bent over they could see
everything?" he asked.

She shivered and looked at the floor as she nodded jerkily.

Gabriel looked thoughtful. "Close your eyes."

Pandora bit her lip and glanced nervously towards the counter, then relaxed
when she found the blond nowhere in sight. She nodded and obediently closed
her eyes.

Gabriel motioned to the dark-haired boy, indicating that he should get the
blond off the floor. When the blond stood, somewhat unsteadily, Gabriel
said, quietly, "I want you to turn so that you're facing them, and bend
over. They _might_ be able to see your reflection in the mirror, and they
might not. You won't have any way to know."

She went pale and her eyes flew open as she looked up at him. "please..."

He raised an eyebrow. "Please make me, or please don't make me?"

Her lips trembled. "I... I don't _know_!"

"Then do it." He smiled at you. "They aren't going to complain. Especially
not after you ask the brunette for his phone number... and tell him why."

"I... I don't know why, Gabriel," she protested. "I don't know what you
want."

"Oh, I thought I'd made it clear. So that I can fulfill that fantasy for
you."

Her knees went weak and she reached for him to keep from falling. "Ohhh
god... Gabriel no, no! I wouldn't ever ask you to do that!"

Gabriel grabbed her arm, supporting her. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't want
to."

She looked up at him searchingly. "Are you _sure_? I... I would for you. I
don't think I could stop myself. If it affects you the same way... I never
want to hurt you."

"I've never been interested in trying before, but the idea doesn't bother
me, love." He shrugged. "I don't know if I'll like it, but I'm definitely
willing to try." He gave her a look. "Not that you won't be... earning...
your little treat, pet." He smiled.

She shivered again, and he ended up supporting most of her weight.
"yessir."

"Good girl. Now, do what I told you," he said.

She nodded shakily and turned, facing the counter, as she bent and fiddled
for a long moment with the strap of her sandal.  The shirt gaped when she
bent over, falling away from her breasts and revealing the lacy black bra
completely.

The blond closed his eyes, muttering a silent prayer, then opened them
again, unable to look away, hands white-knuckled on the counter. The
brunette looked amused. She stayed like that for a while, pretending to
adjust the little strap, and Gabriel could feel the arousal radiating from
her, her aura actually hot against his skin, bright and throbbing. Finally,
she straightened up and gave him a look of naked, lustful pleading.

"Come here," he said quietly.

She took the one step needed to go to him, no longer caring who watched.

"Do you need to come, pet?" he asked.

She whimpered quietly. "please..."

"I'll give you a choice, then. You can step back into the dressing room,
leave the door open, and make yourself come, knowing that if they come over
to see if we need help they'll see you... or... you can wait. You can wait
until we get home from the club tonight, and I'll give you a reward," he
said.

"Wh-what reward?" she asked faintly.

Gabriel just smiled. "You don't know that until you get it."

She whimpered, the flush creeping down to turn her breasts a warm pink.
"ooooh please, please... I need you so much..."

"Which one?" he asked. "Now, under the rules I just gave you, or later?"

"L-later. I want _you_ n-not me."

Gabriel smiled. "Okay. Then go get that phone number for me."

She looked up at him, eyes panicked. "How? I mean, I've never _done_
anything like that? I don't know _how_!"

"Just ask. Tell him I told you to get his phone number for me, in case I
decide I want to... experiment," he said.

She bit her lip, looking worried, and said hesitantly, "But... wouldn't
that be... mean? If you changed your mind?"

Gabriel shook his head. "I'm not going to."

She was actually shaking. "I... I can't. I really can't. I d-don't know why
it's harder, but I don't think I can make myself try without being really
sick."

"Pet, look at me," he said, firmly.

She looked up at him, her eyes begging and full of shame.

"If you really can't, I won't make you. But I think you can do it. I'm
right here, and I won't let you get hurt, I promise. I promise," he said,
quietly. "I won't ever make you do anything that I think will harm you.
Ever. If you really can't do this, just say so, and I won't make you. But
if you can, I think you'll be glad you did."

She looked down, eyes glassy. "I'm sorry," she whispered miserably. "It
sh-should be so simple. But I just can't. I can't even tell you why. I'm
sorry."

"Love, do you not actually want to see me with him? Is that it? Or are you
afraid of getting hurt?" he asked.

"No! I mean... it... it would be really hot," she said, blushing. "And...
and not threatening. I don't know why, but it wouldn't be, wouldn't bother
me. B-but I just can't _ask_. I can't. I don't _know_ why."

"You can't ask. If I told you what to say, word for word, so that you
didn't have to think about it... could you do that?" he asked.

She shook her head rapidly. "I d-don't think I could _speak_."

"Could you hand him a note?"

She nodded, relieved. "Yessir, I could do that. Just not _talk_."

"Do you think you could ask them for a pen and paper for me?" Gabriel
asked.

She hesitated a long time, then nodded slowly. "yessir."

"Do that for me, then, pet."

She nodded again, trembling just slightly, and walked slowly up to the
counter. When she spoke, it was so quietly that Gabriel couldn't hear her,
but the blond handed her a pen and a piece of scrap paper with shaking
hands and she smiled sweetly in thanks. She hurried back to him, bouncing
from relief.

Gabriel couldn't quite suppress a smile. "Was that intentional, pet? Or did
you not mean to give him whiplash?"

She looked up at him, puzzled. "Huh? What?"

"You were bouncing." He chuckled. "I think he was praying your skirt would
bounce just a _little_ higher."

She blushed again. "Oh. I didn't realize."

Gabriel nodded. "If you want to bounce just a little harder on your way
back again, it'd be okay." He took the pen and paper, writing a quick note.
"If you _can_ ask, I want you to. But if you can't, that's okay. Just give
him the note."

"I... I'll try. But... my throat will just lock up, I know it!" she said.

"If it does, that's okay. I just want you to try," he said.

"Yessir," she said quietly, and turned to do as he asked. She approached
the counter shyly, standing for a moment, mute, before shaking her head and
sliding the note to the boy. The blond looked like he might cry, staring at
his friend with shock, as she turned and went back to Gabriel, smiling. "Do
you want me to try on the other things?"

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. I most definitely want to see you in that corset."
He looked thoughtful. "I... pet, I need you to answer a question for me
honestly. Would it bother you to have the blond help you put the corset
on?"

"Yes... no... I don't know. I... it would scare me. I don't want to get
grabbed. I don't want to cause a scene," she said.

"If you knew he wouldn't grab you? I can stop him. He'd end up with a
massive headache, probably, but if he tried to grab you, he'd deserve it.
Would it turn you on to have him helping you into it?"

"Y-yes, but w-wouldn't it bother you? And... and isn't it mean?" she
stammered.

Gabriel shook his head. "No. This is... sort of claiming you as mine.
And... I don't think so. I was kind of thinking of it as a treat. I
wouldn't let him grab you, but... 'accidental' touches I think would be
okay, don't you? It'd make his day, trust me."

"It... it wouldn't be teasing?"

"Technically, I guess, but trust me, he wouldn't expect you to... um...
relieve it. And if he _did_ expect that, then he deserves not to get it,"
Gabriel said.

"I... I just don't want to be someone who, you know, _deserves_ it," she
whispered.

"Pandora," Gabriel said tightly, "No one _ever_ deserves it. Ever. And
besides, if I tell you to do it, it'd be _my_ responsibility."

She looked guiltily, uncertainly, at her feet. "yessir."

"So no, you wouldn't be someone who deserved it. If this is something that
would bother you, or you wouldn't like, tell me. But if you _would_ like
it, then... tell me that, too." He looked at her. "I need to know these
things to be your master."

She shivered, her eyes holding more than a trace of fear as she answered
him. "Yessir. I... this is so... I never imagined things like this. It
scares me so much. I trust you, but I'm afraid I'll go too far and lose
you."

Gabriel shook his head. "You won't. I promise you, you'll never lose me.
Ever."

She took a deep breath. "Th-then... what do you want me to do?"

"If I have him go in to help you get the corset on, let him help. Let him
see your tits, let him touch as long as it's 'accidental'. He's helping you
get the corset on, that's all. That's your story, and you stick to it. Do
you understand what I mean?" he asked.

Pandora swallowed hard. "y-yessir," she whispered.

"Does the idea turn you on?" Gabriel looked in her eyes as he asked her the
question. "Do you want me to make you do it? Is this one of those things
you could never do on your own that you want to be made to do?"

She nodded slowly, but was unable to hide the shame the idea made her feel.

Gabriel smiled at her. "There's nothing wrong with that, love. Absolutely
nothing wrong. Don't be ashamed of it."

She bit her lip, looking at the floor. "It... it makes me feel like... like
I'm..." Her voice trailed off and she shook her head.

"Like you're a slut?" He shook his head. "You aren't. And you _can't_ be as
long as you're doing what I tell you. Assuming the word slut has any actual
semantic content beyond 'someone who has more sex than I think is
appropriate', and I'm not convinced of that."

"I... don't know. I never thought I would ever do anything like this. Even
if it turned me on, the idea of someone who... who'd be okay with that...
it'd just be impossible," she said.

"I am. Under certain circumstances." He smiled. "This is one of them."

"I don't... I don't want anyone to actually _do_ anything. Showing off,
playing, that's one thing, but I don't wanna be grabbed, and I don't want
to... um... to give anything, I guess, to anyone but you," she said
tentatively.

Gabriel nodded. "You don't actually want to have sex with anyone else, or
blowjobs, or anything, right?"

She nodded. "Right."

"What about him touching you as long as he has to pretend it's accidental,
that he's just trying to help get your corset on?"

"As long as he doesn't _grab_ me, it's okay," she said. "If you're here,
anyway."

Gabriel nodded. "I'll be here. Go on in the dressing room, and leave the
door open."

"Yessir," she said, and turned to obey him, leaving the door open behind
her as she started to unbutton the shirt.

Gabriel walked over to the counter, looking at the blond. "Hey, what's your
name?"

He looked up at Gabriel with a flash of guilty envy, but managed to get rid
of it almost instantly and replace it with a friendly smile. "I'm Chris."

Gabriel smiled. "Well, Chris... here's the thing. Pandora needs some help
getting her corset on. Do you think you could help her?"

He stared at him, slack-jawed, for a few seconds, then blushed bright red,
followed by an irritated frown. "Hey. That's _so_ not cool. I wasn't born
yesterday. I can tell when someone flat out isn't interested, you know."

Gabriel's smile turned crooked. "It's... a little more complicated than
that. I'll just say that, well, grabbing her would be definitely uncool.
Helping her get the corset on, and enjoying the view, would be _very_ cool,
as far as she's concerned. And if you happened to accidentally touch things
as you were getting the corset in place, that would be cool too. But no
grabbing. That would definitely not be cool."

"Not following you. And _way_ not interested in getting sued and fired," he
said stubbornly.

Gabriel sighed. "It's like this. She's a bit of an exhibitionist, and
sometimes she likes to go just a _little_ bit beyond showing. But only when
she feels safe... that's part of why I'm here, to make sure she's safe. So
if you go in there, you can look all you want. And you can touch a bit,
too, as long as it's plausible that it could be an 'accident' while you
help her get the corset on. That's as far as she wants to go, though, so no
grabbing or anything. I have no intention of suing you or getting you
fired, neither does she, and I don't think Angel does either, right,
Angel?"

The brunette shrugged. "I won't tell, as long as she really means it and
isn't hurt or anything."

Chris looked at Gabriel. "You... aren't you, like, 'together'?" he asked.

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah. It's complicated. Mainly I want to make sure she
gets what she needs. This kind of thrill is one of those things." He
shrugged. "Like I said, she only wants to go so far. It'd be different if
that wasn't the case."

"Is this a joke?"

Gabriel shook his head. "Not even a little one. I'm dead serious. You don't
have to do anything you don't want to, but you don't look either dead or
crazy."

"Well... I mean, you've gotta _know_ she's gorgeous. Whether she realizes
it or not. But I just don't wanna get caught by someone saying, afterwards,
that I initiated something inappropriate," the boy said.

Gabriel shook his head. "You didn't. I came over here and suggested it, and
Angel heard me." He shrugged. "The only thing I'm asking is that you
respect her limits, and that you keep your mouth shut afterwards."

The boy frowned in thought and finally asked, "You're _sure_ it's actually
what she wants? Not something you want her to want? She seemed pretty shy
to me."

"It's definitely something she wants. She can be shy, yeah, and that keeps
her from being able to ask for what she wants sometimes, but she
_definitely_ wants it. You can ask her, if you want," he said.

"Well... I will. If she's really okay, that's cool. Hell, that's fucking
_awesome_... but I don't hurt girls, and scaring's the same thing as
hurting."

Gabriel smiled. "Why do you think I'm okay with this? I didn't think you
would."

"Some guys would," Chris said. "So you better be careful doing things like
this."

"I am. Very careful." He smiled. "Lissa liked you, or I wouldn't have done
it."

"Lis..." Chris sighed sadly. "Lis liked everybody, 'cause everybody liked
her. She was so damned fun to be around." He flushed, looking at Gabriel.
"Oh, sorry man. I didn't recognize you."

"It's okay. I haven't been around since... for a while." He sighed. "It
took me a long time to get over it, and she's most of the reason I did." He
nodded at the dressing room. "So she gets anything she wants, no matter
what."

The boy's face was still deeply melancholy. "Yeah. You don't get over
someone like that by yourself. Not ever. But..." He glanced towards the
dressing room. "That's one sweet girl, even if she is, ah, 'mainstream'.
Lis'd like her; she always liked the pretty little shy girls, especially if
they were nice and round." He blushed again. "Um, sorry, I shouldn't have
said that."
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Gabriel shook his head, smiling. "No, you're right. Pandora's exactly the
kind of girl Lissa likes." He grinned. "And she's not as mainstream as she
seems, just new. She hasn't had the chance to experiment much before."

The boy smiled. "Hey, you gotta be careful with 'experimenting'. My last
girlfriend experimented herself right out of my life... she's living in a,
um, commune kinda thing with a dozen people in Florida now."

Gabriel laughed. "I'm not really worried about that. She's experimenting
with me."

"I wasn't worried either, but things just got outta hand." Chris smiled and
shook his head. "She's happy, though. That's what's important, anyway."

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah, it is."

While Gabriel was talking with Chris, the dark-haired boy had quietly
unfolded and read the note Pandora slipped him. He blinked at it a moment,
then smiled, and as his co-worker stepped towards the dressing room and
knocked tentatively on the wall, he wrote his number down on the back of
one of the business cards. He stepped out from the back of the counter and
handed it to Gabriel as Chris stepped around the corner at Pandora's
hesitant request.

Gabriel smiled. "Thanks." He hesitated. "Um. I should probably check... do
you have any objection to the kind of activities the store next door caters
to?"

Angel grinned, cocking his head. "What, paisley sweaters and really _awful_
shoes? Well, _yeah_, I mean, who wouldn't?"

Gabriel shook his head, laughing. "No, the _other_ store." He shuddered.
"Not paisley. _Never_ paisley."

"Oooooh, _that_ store." He grinned. "Have you ever met a goth who wasn't
into that kind of thing, at least a little bit? We've even got a deal
worked out with their manager to get a discount on each others stuff a
couple times a year."

Gabriel raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. "Now... _there's_ a thought. You're
actually into that sort of thing?"

He shrugged, looking a bit flushed. "Yeah, a bit. Mostly playing around,
though, sensation stuff, not the serious, lifestyle kinda thing."

Gabriel pursed his lips. "We might want to do a bit of negotiation when I
call you up, then. I was planning on having it be a minor scene for
Pandora, but if you're into it, I might want to make it a little more
elaborate... I need to think about it a bit, I think."

The occasional soft giggle drifted from the changing room; from Pandora,
Gabriel felt a mixture of fear and excitement, with the fear fading slowly,
leaving only embarrassed excitement.

Angel shrugged. "It's fine with me. I've played in front of an audience
before, it doesn't bother me."

Gabriel nodded. "I was initially thinking of having her tied up so that she
couldn't do anything while she watched, but... hmmm. You aren't interested
in doing anything with her, right?"

The boy looked thoughtful. "Well, to be honest... girls don't do much for
me. I mean, they're not a turn-off, really, and I'd never be interested in
being with one alone, but it doesn't bother me for women to be watching, or
even participating, as long I'm actually _with_ a guy."

Gabriel nodded, slowly. "I think I have an idea, but I don't know if it
would be something you were interested in."

A burst of laughter came from the changing room. Angel looked that way
curiously. "I'd like to know... is it because I'm 'safe'? I won't want her,
wouldn't try to take her?"

Gabriel shook her head. "No. It's because when I mentioned what you said to
her, she nearly fell over, and her nipples got hard instantly. She _really_
wants to see it." He looked at Angel. "I have to warn you. I don't _know_
if I'll actually enjoy it; I've never tried it before. I know I liked it
the one or two times Lissa used a strap-on on me, and..." He hesitated,
blushing. "Um. If you decide you want me to, um, fuck you... well, I've
always wondered what it was like. Lissa took one look and said '_Hell_,
no'."

The boy smiled. "Girls are more... um... cautious about that. And they're
not equipped to enjoy it as much, at least not for its own sake. They also
don't do it enough to get used to it."

Gabriel smiled crookedly, and made a circle with his fingers. "About like
so."

"Well... that's kinda impressive, yeah. But not impossible."

Gabriel grinned. "Then I'll _definitely_ be giving you a call. I've always
wanted to try it." He tilted his head. "Would you object to her touching
you while I was doing it?"

"Like I said, girls aren't a turn-off, they just don't do anything for me,
and I avoid them because I don't like hurting their feelings," Angel
explained.

"So if, say, I ordered her to suck you while I did you, that'd be cool?"

"As long as you're there, too, anything she does is cool," the boy assured
him. "I just couldn't get into doing something to a girl... guys are what
turn me on, what I do."

Gabriel nodded. "Okay." He hesitated. "Um. I don't want to be rude..."

Angel cocked his head. "Hmmk could hear the high, steady tone of the
moniter, and the?"

Gabriel bit his lip. "Okay. I've only been with Pandora and Lissa, and
Pandora was a virgin. If you want, we could get her tested and show you the
results. That's... not possible for me right now. For reasons I really
can't go into, I really can't be tested without risking a lot of problems.
So... either you'd have to trust me, or we'd have to use condoms and hope
they don't break. It's your choice."

"You're not asking me for test results... do you think you're
disease-proof?" Angel asked curiously.

"Actually... I was getting to that," Gabriel said sheepishly. "I actually
think I probably don't have to worry about it, but for Pandora's sake..."
He gave a half-hearted shrug. "Besides, her little sister would kill me if
I didn't. And I'm not entirely sure I'm speaking figuratively."

"Well... as bizarre as it may sound, I actually have some. My last
boyfriend wasn't happy to just play with friends, oh no, he had to screw
around with absolute _scum_ behind my back, so after we broke up, I went
and got tested. That was about six months ago, if you're willing to take my
word that I've been monkish since." Angel gave Gabriel a puzzled look. "And
I'd planned on staying that way for at least that much longer. I'm still
not sure what changed."

"Okay." Gabriel hesitated. "I can do that, if you're willing to take my
word. I wouldn't ask you to, but... I really _can't_ go to a clinic. It's
complicated." He sighed. "My whole _life_ is complicated these days. On the
other hand..." He looked over at the dressing room. "It's worth it."

A final giggle came from the changing room, then Chris stepped out looking
happy and flushed, and Pandora followed. She peeked around the corner,
catching Gabriel's eye before stepping out to show him the outfit he'd
picked out.

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