Today was looking like a massive bust. You had thought that the mall on a Sunday morning would be a good place to find some local talent. So you had slipped on the unassuming wrist brace, and driven there with a hard-on pressed against your thigh. However, an hour later, you sit outside the mall Starbucks bored and frustrated by how few potential candidates you've seen.
You're trying to decide whether it's worth doubling back and using one of your precious charges on that blonde sales associate, with the slightly upturned nose, who had been so bitchy as you wandered around Saks. You shake your head. She isn't worth it. You worked too hard on these things to just waste them. You sigh and get up to leave, which is precisely when she strolls by.
Woah. You can't help but stare. She is a petite smokeshow. Probably in her late 20's or early 30's, you guess. She has a thick tangle of black hair, which falls long and wavy down her back. Her skin is a golden tan. Her makeup is flawless. She wears red lip stick, black eye liner, a hint of dark eye shadow, and a touch of blush. Her dress is tight, short, and bright yellow. It stops around her mid-thigh. She wears leopard print heels on her tiny feet, and carries a bright pink purse on her shoulder.
She is not very curvy, which is usually your preference. Instead, she is tight and smooth and stunning. Everything she is wearing looks expensive. You notice a thin gold necklace around her neck, several matching bracelets on both wrists, some dangly pink sapphire earrings, and a very showy engagement ring on her left hand. You whistle softly to yourself. The phrase "slutty Spanish Barbie" leaps into her head. You grin and rise from your bistro table.
You stay pretty far back from her, as she goes up the escalator towards the second floor. You don't need to do much more scouting after all. You've seen enough to know she is it. Now it's just finding the right moment. Fortunately, the stores on the second floor can only be entered or exited through the mall. So you let her go into most places alone, while you pretend to shop at some other places. She keeps racking up brightly colored shopping bags, as she struts from store to store in her tight little dress.
Finally, she comes out of Victoria's Secret, turns to her left, and begins walking the mostly empty concourse towards the down escalator. She never looks back, and she completely fails to notice your humming, glowing wristband. Her leopard-print heels click-clack over the parapet floors. You take one last appreciative look at her tight ass in that snug yellow dress, before you fire away.
She is only five steps from the down escalator, when a small glowing orb the size of a tangerine, and the pale white color of a light bulb, whaps against the bare skin on the back of her left arm. A split second later, a matching orb smacks against the bare skin on the back of her right leg.
"Ughhh!" She sounds disgusted, and drops all of her bags in surprise. However, she doesn't even have time to turn around, before the fun begins.
The glowing milky orb that splatted against her left arm immediately springs into action. It slithers and snakes over her shoulder, and immediately wraps itself around her neck. Her big brown eyes go wide, and she instinctively grabs and pulls at it with both hands, to no avail. It tightens ever so slightly, and she opens her mouth a tiny bit.
For a few seconds, she has options. She could take a really deep breath, in case it tightens further. Or she could scream for help, in the hope of being rescued by some chivalrous man. Instead, like an obedient pet slut, she simply opens her mouth wider, and sticks out her tongue.
Immediately, the thing coiled around her neck accepts her invitation, and it plunges down her throat. She gags once, twice, three times, as she struggles to accommodate it. Her eyes tear at the corners. She tips her head all the way back to create a straighter passageway.
But the thing keeps growing. Bigger and thicker. She coughs and sputters. Her throat bulges. Drool pools in her mouth, and then it runs down her chin and neck. She feels used and helpless, and ridiculous, and utterly servile.
And then she remembers all at once that another orb had struck her right leg. She remembers because she can feel another warm, thick appendage slowly petting up against the tiny swatch of hot pink fabric covering her pussy.
"Mmmmphhhh." She lets out a long and deeply contented sigh, as the thing pushes her flimsy thong aside, and it slides directly inside of her.
Immediately, the glowing, throbbing tentacle slowly starts to grow, until it fills every inch of her tight cunt. She wobbles on her leopard-print heels, and her knees buckle slightly. She leans forward, and puts her hands on her knees, to steady herself.
As she does so, the hem of her tight little dress begins to creep upwards, revealing the lower half of her sweet ass.
Suddenly, a large pack of college students come churning off the adjacent up escalator. They let out a collective gasp. They nearly fall over each other, as they gawk at this bimbo bombshell, who is getting stuffed by some weird dildo glowstick-thing.
You laugh at her predicament, as they fan out around her, causing a good bit of commotion. You look around and see some curious store employees finally wandering over. A little crowd is forming. An audience for the show. You slip forward to get a front row spot.
She looks incredible and ridiculous and foolish and desperate, as she is fucked right there in public, in front of a bunch of strangers. Most of the college students openly point and laugh. Some others in the crowd shake their heads. A few people pretend to be concerned. But not a single person looks away.
