Life as a good little girl/Up for some fun at the beach
From Create Your Own Story
"I want to have some fun," you say plaintively, partly because this whole experience has been so stressful, but mostly because you want to get out of the mall where people will see you.
Tiffany looks at you likes she's proud, though you can't figure out why.
"I knew you would," she winks, and gives you a hard smack on the bum. The sting of the slap makes you yelp, and you try to adjust the sarong, only for her to loop her arm in yours and rush eagerly from the store.
With her longer legs you have to almost jog to keep up with her, and your sarong floats on the air behind you, exposing a sizable portion of your ass to the views of everyone passing by.
"They all thought I was nuts to be hanging around with you on occasion. But I told them 'that little slut's got potential'."
"You did?" you ask, glowing with the idea that Tiffany had thought you were cool way back when everyone thought you were just that pasty kid from up north.
"Absolutely!" she nods, and switches hands, using the one nearest you to reach behind you and tug on your sarong so that it covers your butt and hips. It still flows out behind you, but your butt is no longer exposed. Having her looking out for you like this gives you an even warmer feeling toward her.
"I told them. 'She just needs someone to help her break out of her shell. Be a whore'. And then you started telling me about your stories. I didn't believe them at first, but you've proven in spades that every single story was true. Heck, now I even feel like I didn't embellish them enough when I told them to the guys at school."
"Y-you did?" you ask faintly, without any kind of glow. No wonder no one wanted to be your friend at school.
"Absolutely! I mean, those girls all like to think they're sluts, but they're not REAL sluts. Not compared to a cum dump like you, that is. I mean, they were jealous as hell. Especially when their boyfriends started looking at you with interest.
"They did?" you ask, mollified a little. You knew the girls didn't like you, but you also thought the boys hated you. "Were they really that interested?"
Tiffany nodded, and you realized that the two of you had gone out the back of the mall. There was a beach practically right behind it. It was one of your favorite places to visit since there was no ocean way up north where you came from.
"Definitely. The boys are really interested in you now. And when they see you in this..." she grinned over at you with a look you might have called calculating on someone else, but on Tiff you'd call it gleeful. "Well don't worry, I won't let them just jump on you."
"Oh. Right. Thanks," you gasp, increasingly out of breath for some reason. Maybe because you were never were a jogger. Tiffany had done some track and field and had more stamina than you. But she wasn't as flexible, some part of you retorted.
"They have to pay first! It's what pimps do."
"Pimples?" you frown in confusion as she finally stops on the hot sand, but either you panting or her looking around means she doesn't hear you.
"Now where to first? There's a great hang-out here. They have those old dance dance revolution machines in there. Lots of guys hang out there to watch the girls. Or we could just hang out on the beach. I bet there's tons of guys who'd love to rub you with suntan oil. And probably a few really old guys like you like."
Life as a good little girl/Tiffany drags you into the hangout with the dance machines
Life as a good little girl/Try to persuade Tiffany to do something else 'fun'
