Compelled to play
While Felicity built up enough courage to walk into the mall, she stood looking into a store window. It was grubby, just the way she felt. Although conceding to her husband's demands over the past few weeks, this was going way too far. Owing so much to Philip, and needing to make it up to him, made it impossible to refuse this awful demand. She'd let him down badly at Margaret's party, so she was determined to fulfil his instructions, however dirty they made her feel.
Felicity wore a pair of shorts, and a boob-tube, without underwear. They were stretchy, tight, pink, brief, and very cheap. Maybe, just maybe, they could have been worn with a min-skirt. What made it so bad, were the slogans printed on the radiation pink outfit. 'I'm a Sexy Barbie Doll', across her breasts, with 'Barbie Booty 4U', over her bottom, and 'Barbie Ready 4U', across her sex.
With the sun glancing upon it, the dirty window was a mirror. Looking at the sordid state she was in, a heavy sigh escaped her lips. There was nothing to be done except, carry out the challenge. The car had been moved somewhere, and she had no money to buy clothes. As anyone could see, she didn't have car keys, or change. The outfit was plastered to her skin, showing every bump and lump.
The only thing preventing her from running and hiding away, was the thought that she deserved this as a punishment. It was so terribly humiliating, and was having an unpleasant effect upon her. It made her feel small and insignificant, as though she were a worthless slut. It didn't say much for her state of mind, that the humiliation was stoking her up.
Brian looked up from his work, to see a woman stop outside and look in the window. He was bored enough with work to watch anyone walk by, but this was exceptional. The clothes and faraway look gave the impression, she was a dim bimbo. He chuckled over what was written on the shorts and top. Was she really ready for it?
Her nipples were swelling, and there was a damp patch between the legs, so maybe it was right, she was ready for sex. Wearing such slutty clothes, and those words, must mean it was her usual state of being. Maybe she was a slut, and advertised the fact to get what she needed. The poor thing looked bewildered, as though she were left without a strong man to tell her what to do. She was the type to get into trouble with men, if left alone for only a few minutes.
He wondered what it would be like to play with a big breasted airhead. Would she do whatever he wanted, to get what she wanted? A dumb bunny wasn't his type, but it might be fun to play with a bunny-girl for awhile. Getting up from the desk, he walked toward the door,
Felicity hoped her husband had arranged something, so she wouldn't have to walk into the mall. That girl at reception had been brought into their game to handed over instructions. Maybe someone else had been unwittingly brought into their game, and would hand over the keys, and instructions how to find the car. It was embarrassing acting like a dumb bitch, but that went with the clothing, and was her husband's instruction. Being someone else, was better than showing herself up in such a horrible outfit.
Felicity wished someone would rescue her from the dire prospect of walking into the mall. It was unsafe to include someone into their games, though right then she would willingly play along. How far would she go with a stranger, if they rescued her from the mall?
Brian smiled to himself, from watching the dumb bitch talking to herself. It looked as though she were straining a brain cell. He wondered what it was she was trying to work out. Bringing her into the store and bamboozling her wouldn't take much effort. Could he talk her into his apartment upstairs, and keep her around as his sexy bimbo? That was what he needed right then, as he was in-between girlfriends.
As he reached for the door the woman turned with the scrape of high heels and walked off. Opening the door he watched her wiggling ass, until she disappeared into the mall. A close escape he called it. That wasn't his type, and would be boring after a short time. What would he do with her if she clung on, not wanting to let go?
He chuckled as he sat down at his desk. The day had been pleasantly broken up, and he was thankful for that.
Felicity walked in to the rundown mall, and rocked to a halt. A memory of something bad brought on a feeling of anxiety.
***
A couple of young black guys had grabbed her, to run her as one of their whores. Philip talked them into letting her go, by pretending she was his whore. In return for letting her go, Paul promised they could keep her, next time she was here. Her eyes swivelled madly from side to side, afraid of meeting them again.
Taken away by those strong black guys, would be devastating. Dressed like a whore, they would expect her to work for them, and wouldn't take no for an answer. They would force her be their whore! Was this Philip's punishment, in retribution for what she did at Margaret's party? It was hoped with all her heart that he checked they weren't here, and he was just frightening her.
Looking around for the two big guys, she began to take in the familiar stores. They were cheap outlets, selling out of date goods, last year's fashions, and all sorts of shoddy stuff. The stores were familiar from being in every run down mall across the country. Then it sank in, this was just another mall, not the one the black guys worked. There might be other men doing the same, so she had better get a move on. Philip must be protectively watching or waiting for her.
***
Continually whispering a phrase, 'be calm', would be noticed in her usual mall, marking her out as a mad woman. The clothing would have been too much of a distraction for anyone to notice that she was talking to herself. In this place there were others muttering to themselves, as well as those talking into a discreet microphone. Spot the mad person would be an interesting game to play here.
'You alright?' a man asked.
Felicity wasn't too sure what to do. This could be a part of her husband's plan, so immediately didn't dismiss him.
'Sort of. I need to buy some clothes,' she said.
A sweep of her hands indicated the clothes were unacceptable.
'See what you mean. Nice figure though,' he smiled.
Purposely ignoring the compliment, in case it led to more detailed discussion of her state of undress, she moved the conversation on.
'Do you have a message for me?' she asked.
'Well. Maybe,' he hedged.
'Do you, or don't you?' she pointedly asked.
'Alright, you're pushy, arrogant, and your crotch is wet, how's that,' he laughed.
'Thanks, I'll be seeing you, maybe,' Felicity said, and moved off.
'Hey, don't you want the message?' he asked, and stalled her by grabbing an arm.
'Is it from,' she began to say, her husband.
'You! Leave my man alone!' a brutish looking woman shouted.
Felicity looked from one to the other, and wondered how they fit together. The woman was dressed cheap, though not as trashy as she was. The man was well dressed, in a casual suit. If she needed help he would have been chosen above most others in the mall.
