Life as a good little girl/A hot dog from the food court sounds good right about now
From Create Your Own Story
Much as you want to re-claim your money - and your dignity, you feel for the first time that Tiffany actually admires you. All those times you told your stories to her she was on her phone, prodding you on, asking you questions until you'd embellish the stories even more just to get her to look up at you. Pay attention to you. The thought of going back to the days of her half-disbelieving you, or worse ignoring you completely, makes you force a saucy smile.
"I could go for a sausage."
Tiffany grins back. "Or two, right?"
"Definitely. Especially if they're jumbo!" you grin widely, and somehow keep your lip from quivering.
Emma's eyes go a little wide at your interplay. "The, uh, hot dog place is at the far end of the food court," she tells you, point away from the store.
"Awesome, right Stephi? That'll let as many guys as possible check out the whole package. You'll be leaving a trail of cooze slime the whole way."
"R-right," you grin weakly. "I want everyone to see me like." A hint of sarcasm escapes, but mostly your voice just trembles in nervousness.
"You can hear how excited she is," Tiff says to Emma, who just nods. Grinning, your friend tugs on your sarong until you turn around. With a loud - and very hard - slap to your butt she pushes you along your way. "Go get 'em, you slut. We'll be cheering you from here."
"Great," you mutter.
Knowing that Tiffany is right behind you put extra sway into your hips, acting like the saucy like tramp she thinks you are. Even though you want to run from cover to cover you sashay down the middle of the corridor, feeling your sarong swiping back and forth. One ass cheek stays uncovered, and with every step the entirety of your leg is revealed. You tug a little on the sarong, wanting to adjust it, but somehow no matter how much you tug on it to try and make it cover more, the lower it seems to settle, and the larger the exposed area becomes. The sound of your bare feet slapping on cold tiles reminds you that you don't have shoes, and it somehow makes you feel even more naked than the ridiculous outfit you've somehow come to be wearing.
Surreptitiously you try to adjust your top, but as soon as you move it you gasp, your nipples springing to life, throbbing mercilessly. Normally small the two little nubbins seem to have quadrupled in size and jut out prominently through the net of your top, obvious to anyone who looks. Like the guy who stopped when you gasped.
"How... Why...?" he stammers, clearly thunderstruck by the sight of a girl young enough to be his little girl strutting around the mall dressed in almost nothing.
For a moment you feel like you're going to pee, then your mouth opens, almost as if Tiffany is controlling you remotely. "I don't like clothes getting between me and a good hard cock," you say, and pull your sarong aside, showing him your bald pussy, which glistens a little. You feel like your face should be red, but instead the blood seems to surge to your breasts and crotch, and you find it hard to start walking again.
The food court is a short, straight line from Emma's shop, and if you were to look over your shoulder you might even be able to see Tiffany and Emma as you walk away from the man, pulling the back of the sarong aside so he can check out your ass.
"Oh god, stop it Stephi, you stupid little slut," you berate yourself, and it's only as your are halfway through the food court that you realize you're still holding your sarong so that both pussy and ass are completely exposed. Immediately you let go of the light fabric, but instead of sweeping back over your privates it stops half-way, one side down under your hip and the other hanging on your hip-bone.
Fortunately the food court isn't all that busy. Maybe there's an event happening somewhere, but it usually has more people than this. You freeze, realizing that the one big group that is there is centered around Melissa Haven, Tiffany's hated rival.
After you started telling Tiffany tales about your nasty escapades the two of you started hanging out more. Tiffany's attitude must have rubbed off, making you a little too bold, as you found yourself saying some pretty rude things to the girl. Melissa quickly found that without Tiffany around you were a complete pushover, willing to do anything to get her to leave you alone. Melissa, unlike you, isn't a wimp. Just the opposite. With those thug-like friends - both girls and boys - surrounding her you don't really want to be here too long in case she notices you.
With that thought you rush up to the hot dog vendor, forcing a big smile and trying not to turn red as his eyes latch onto your swollen nipples.
"I, uh, I'd love a jumbo sausage, please," you tell him.
A smirk crosses the teen's face as he looks you up and down. "I bet you would. I'll give you one for free if you come around back and earn it," he says with a wink.
The suggestion stuns you for a moment, and from the corner of your eye you see Melissa is eyeing you, no doubt thinking that you look familiar. She seems on the verge of getting up.
