Escaping the perilous situation of H&M was a relief to Clarissa, but as soon as she saw the heavy traffic of shoppers, she realized she wouldn't be any better off. She and Catherine stood there in front of the store before joining the masses. Catherine's intention no doubt. Passerbyers in both directions and those going into the store turned their heads to look at the two girls (of course, moreso at Clarissa). It was quite overwhelming for Clarissa as it struck her now what she was going to have to deal with it. She took a deep breath and swallowed. After a few moments, Catherine motioned to her doll and the two merged into the crowd. Clarissa immediately noticed the looks. She even senses the gazes from behind on her smooth legs and ass. Being only a couple of feet from the nearest people, she was very susceptible to the gawks and the snickers. Catherine had set their walking pace very low (any faster and she couldn't walk in the heels anyways) as people moved from beside them, others took their place. And their reception of her appearance differed. It was mostly cunning smiles but occasionally groups of guys would take it further with cat calls. One of them dared to call out "How much?"
How dare he?! I am NOT a whore!
But as bad as the horny guys were, the age groups directly above and below Clarissa's. Parents would look in disgust as they shielded their children's eyes and pulled them away Clarissa really wanted to hang her head whenever the elderly passed by because they really brought on the death stares.
But as much as she wanted to slouch and not draw too much attention to herself, Catherine once again told her to stand up straight, pull her shoulders back and push out her chest. Clarissa lamented but did as she was told.
Why even given me a damn shirt if my bra is peeking out this much?!
To her controller, however, it was clear. Her bust was ready to burst out of the top at any moment. It certainly felt like it to Clarissa and it looked like it the outside world. It was scandalous and daring. It warranted attention. As they walked side by side the halls of the Toronto mega-shopping centre, Clarissa looked over at Catherine. The sparkling look in her eyes was one of great focus and confidence. At this point she didn't even have to look how her play thing was faring because she just knew. She knew it was uncomfortable. She knew it was unpleasant. She knew it because she'd been there before. She didn't have to see it.
Something about this woman. I want to slap that stupid cocky look off her face right now. For doing this to me.
She looked down at herself one again. The draft and cold air on her body was a lot more noticeable than before. Made sense because with a nearly open short sleeve blouse with a light and short skirt, much more skin was showing.
"Why are you doing this? This is so humiliating."
"I told you. You want to stare; you gotta know what's like to be stared at."
"But-but, you were never like this in the streetcar!" The peril in her voice was not hidden at all. "I feel like a hooker!"
Catherine laughed. "Oh Clari, Clari, Clari...you are ways away from that. But we can certainly make that happen." She winked at her in torment, knowing that Clarissa was completely powerless. Catherine knew that as much as her doll played the innocent damsel, she was captivated by the situation and by her. And THAT'S what made her stay. But for now, it was time for Clarissa's first scene in her new attire.
Catherine dug into her purse and pulled out a fist. Then she opened it to the ground and a shower of coins rained onto the mall floor. The metallic clanging of 10 or so coins caught the attention of the surrounding pedestrians who slowed and stopped to see. Clarissa looked round in a panic and then to her new "friend." She whispered an outrage to her. "Catherine! What are you nuts?! What the hell are you doing?!"
Catherine smiled again. "Why it seems I have dropped all my change. Now who will pick it up for me?" She announced to the crowd. "Don't worry people, we'll pick it up, I appreciate the help but no thank you. Have a good day!" Clarissa just wanted to cover her face given Catherine's behaviour and the fact she was standing right beside her.
"Well? Pick it all up."
"Meee?! You're the one who dropped it all!"
"Yes, but you're the one that's going to clean it all up! Need I remind you of your words outside? '
Anything'
?" Clarissa looked into her brown eyes and found that cocky leer again. For such a beautiful woman, Catherine sure was evil. She sighed as she bent down at her knees and picked up a nickel.
"Ah, ah, ah..." She heard Catherine and looked up to see her motioning to her. "Bend at the waist, not the knees. It's funner that way!"
Yeah, and degrading too. Why me?
So Clarissa walked around in the immediate area picking up all the loose change. In one area there are at least a cluster of six coins laying flat on the ground so she had to stay there for an extended period of time. In her nervousness, it proved difficult to get a good hold on them. Her fiddling caused her whole body to wiggle, which of course meant a nice sight for all passing by. The brunette could feel her bottom being hiked up to her waist effectively giving the crowd the best upskirt they've ever witnessed. As Clarissa carefully manoeuvred around in her bent position, she lamentably made herself aware that there were people at either side of her taunting her. Although she couldn't see them, she just knew they were mocking her with their eyes.
Please just go away people.
But they didn't. If anything they became involved. One male traveling with his buddies passed by, slapped her left cheek, and kept going without even looking back. Clarissa lips formed an "O" in shock and surprise. One hand went up to caress her stinging butt, but she quickly realized that it was best she didn't do this. All the while Catherine stood a few feet away with her arms crossed just looking at her doll in action. She saw the desperation in Clarissa's sluggish and sloppy movement. She tried to get this over quickly but Catherine knew this made things worse for her. And better for her own self to watch.
As Clarissa worked on a tiny cluster of three coins, in her periphery she saw the long tanned gams heading toward her. She was getting tired from this moving around and her doubled position didn't help her out in terms of getting blood and air to properly circulate. As Clarissa dug a dime off the ground, she looked beside her to see a pair of familiar heels beside her. "Keep doing what you're doing," she heard. Then she felt two hands grab her exposed backside.
What is she doing?! Noooooo!
Indeed Catherine had brought herself into the scene and grabbed hold of her buttocks.
Groped too now. Great.
Catherine treated it as natural. She massaged her cheeks quite naturally not even displaying a crum of the great excitement in her. She added to Clarissa's discomfort by tugging on her exposed thong and pulling it into her crack. She addressed the crowd who was witnessing this all occur. "Don't worry folks, she likes it." She was rubbing in the situation with both the fabric and the words. From her lowered position Clarissa heard the gasps, the laughs, the whistles, the cheers, and of course, the dirty name calling. Catherine moved from her position and allowed her to get the final coin, a nickel by the railing. She grabbed it stood up and leaned with her back to it. Catherine opened her purse and she dropped the change in.
