I walk down the empty street, both hands clutching the strap of my purse. The pounding of my heart is the only audible sound, aside from the faint call of the highway miles off. This part of town is empty, and almost completely abandoned. No jobs, no apartments, just rows and rows of long closed strip malls, surrounding a completely abandoned mall. Not even the homeless bother to set up here, given the absence of anything to do and the lack of public transportation.
That's why I'm here, admittedly. The emptiness is important, even if there's no actual guarantee that I'm alone. My phone buzzes, and I hold back a shriek as I startle. With a shaking hand, I pull it out of my purse and read the text message sent to me.
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Are you ready to play the game?
I take a deep breath, and send a simple 'yes' as my response.
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Good girl.
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Head to the Fashion Village a block down. Message me when you arrive for further instructions.
I walk forward, legs shaking as I move towards my destination. Goosebumps travel up my legs as a light breeze brushes against me, the cool air affecting me even through the thin tights. My short skirt swishes as I walk, barely reaching down to my mid-thigh. I clutch my purse tighter.
Fashion Village is a store, rather than an actual village, and like everything else around here it's long since gone out of business. The front window is missing completely, and there is nothing left aside from a lone mannequin. I send the message indicating my arrival, and receive a prompt response back.
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Leave your purse behind, along with one article of clothing, and then proceed towards the Mill-field Mall. Take your phone with you, of course, and you will receive further instructions once you arrive.
Numbly, I set my purse on the ground next to the mannequin. I hesitate for a moment on which piece of clothing to remove, before settling on my tights. I slide them down my smooth legs, stepping out of my shoes temporarily to get them off completely. I fold the tights, settling them down gently beneath my purse, and slip my now bare feet back into my shoes.
Despite still being clothed, I feel almost naked. There's nobody around, and yet I can't help but think of how bare my legs feel, exposed to the night air. I start walking, shivering all the more as the breeze tickles my skin uninhibited.
My eyes dart from side to side, but I remain alone on the moonlit streets. I squeeze my phone tightly with one hand, while the other rubs idly against the outside of my leg. Tingles of electricity spark where skin meets skin, and I bite my lip absently. My hand slides up my skirt, running gently along the side of my thigh. I'm at the edge of the parking lot when my phone buzzes again.
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You're at the edge of the parking lot, correct? I can see you on the cameras.
I swallow, glancing about the empty lot and making note of the security cameras affixed to the flickering lamp posts. Another confirmation is sent in response.
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Leave your panties behind before you walk to the front door.
Thumbs slip beneath the waistband of my panties, and I pull them down slowly. Dull white panties drop to the ground without ceremony. I take a step forward, and then another, leaving them on the asphalt without so much as a backwards glance. I'm shaking again, and my breath comes out ragged and harsh. Heat pools in my core as I become distinctly aware of the way my skirt brushes against my bare ass and pussy.
I can't help but rub my legs again, desperately resisting the urge to touch myself. I glance around again, confirming that the lot is empty and nobody can see me. Nobody, that is, except for the one sending me messages and watching through the cameras. They can see me, now that I've reached the mall. They know.
I swallow thickly, and step onto the sidewalk before the main entrance. There's a piece of white paper stuck to the door with the words 'please remove your shoes before entering' written in plain font.
I shuffle off my shoes, bare feet pressing against the cool concrete. I push open the glass double door, and step into the darkened mall. It's long abandoned, stores empty of all they considered valuable. Flickering lights hang from the walls, illuminating patches of hallway and store lobbies. They were clearly added by the security teams, attached to random walls with the cords snaking through to random outlets.
It's clean, which is the first thing that strikes me. Broken windows removed, and the glass swept up. No detritus on the floor to hurt me as I walk barefoot through the place. It's unusual, except I know that it's more so because there's nothing else to do when patrolling this place day in and day out.
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Walk to the Smoothie Shack, and follow directions on the note left there. Remember: I'm watching you.
I squeeze my legs together as I read the next message, and slowly walk forward. My jacket feels inadequate around my shoulders, made worse by the way it ends at my mid-riff. The blouse underneath is also thin and does little to hold back the cool air of the abandoned building. My nipples harden as I walk, sticking out against my white shirt and making it clear that I'm not wearing a bra.
I reach the Smoothie Shack and find that there's a sheet of paper taped over the faded menu. 'Special offer! One shot of Special Smoothie for only One Shirt in payment!'
On the counter is a small bottle with a clear liquid inside it. The label proclaims it to be an aphrodisiac, with a list of possible side effects and health warnings. I swallow thickly, and carefully take off my jacket. My shirt comes off next, leaving me wearing nothing but a skirt. My hair, barely long enough to reach the bottom of my ears, does nothing to hide my nudity. I pull on my jacket again, shivering at the feeling of cheap pleather against my bare skin. I don't zip it up, leaving my front only partially covered.
I take the bottle, opening it carefully and downing the contents in a single swallow. It tastes faintly of strawberry. The phone buzzes from its place on the counter.
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