Warning: This story will have strong cuckolding/humiliation/interracial themes throughout. I don't want to provide too much details right now that may spoil it. I will try to add tags that describe each chapter so if you don't like a topic/category you don't waste your time reading it. I will say that there will be absolutely no feminization of male characters, including men wearing female clothing. No underage, incest, smoking, scat…. This is a fictional story and none of the characters are based on actual people.
My last disclaimer… the last story I wrote had many good comments, and a handful of unconstructive comments that only served to discourage me from continuing with that story. Don't like the topics? Don't read it! Move on, no one is forcing you to read anything. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Thank you.
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The rain was pouring down one Saturday when my friend, Julie and I were headed to the mall to have a girl's day. We found the closest parking spot to the entrance. Unfortunately, it was probably 200 feet from the doors. It was not even cloudy, let alone raining when we left my house. Since at the time, the sun was shining, we were wearing only light weight summer clothes, and did not bother to grad jackets or umbrellas. Julie was wearing a pair of leggings that hugged her curvy thighs nicely, and a black loose fitting T-Shirt. I was wearing a tighter T-shirt than Julie, and to make matters worse, it was white. I was also wearing leggings, like Julie, except mine had those narrow cuts in the material on my shins and a few on my thighs. The cuts were the shear see-through material that caused some guys to take a second look.
My husband, Mark, constantly warns me about wearing clothes like this.
Mark will tell me, "Beth, I don't know why you need to wear clothes like that in public. You are just asking for attention from all the men" In typical fashion, I reply, "I wear this for me, not other men. It's not my fault if men can't help but stare"
Julie and I gave each other a final 'are you ready?' look, and got out of the car and made a b-line for the mall entrance. Our shoes splashing through puddles on the partially flooded parking lot. We finally made it to the covered entrance, and rushed inside where we were hoping it would be warmer, and out of the wind.
We both looked over ourselves and each other. We were drenched. Julie's t-shirt was clinging to her breasts, but luckily the black color hid her hard nipples from being too obvious to anyone passing by.
My shirt however, was tighter, and of course, white. My nipples were very obvious and anyone walking by could easily see them sticking out. I did my best to cover my breasts with my arms. But all it really did was push my cleavage up, and made it even more obvious.
We finally started warming up a little bit and began walking the large halls of the mall. Julie's shirt was drying quicker because it was looser. Mine was tighter, so there wasn't much I could do to dry it quicker.
We both noticed a salesman at one of the kiosks in the middle of the hall. He seemed to be the pushy type that would try his sales pitch on everyone. Julie and I walked as close to the wall as we could, to avoid talking to him. Our plan quickly backfired as he made direct eye contact with me, and quickly noticed our soaking shirts, and of course, my nipples, that were still visible through my tight white t-shirt.
"Good afternoon ladies. I would talk to you about taking a short survey to win an all-expenses-paid 10 day vacation to our private island, but it seems you just got done swimming" the salesman said with a crooked grin, and a flirty tone.
The salesman was dressed in a suit jacket, dress slacks, and had his hair styled like a businessman. He was at least 6 foot tall and his dark complexion, contrasted his white undershirt nicely.
Trying to be polite, I said "oh, no thank you, we just got caught in the rain." Julie interrupted, and said, "Although a beach vacation sounds nice. Come on Beth, what do we have to lose? Let's just take his survey, and try our luck."
"What kind of survey do we have to do? Will this take long?" I said.
"It should only take 5 minutes each. And we actually audio record your responses and send the audio to be transcribed by our team. So you don't even have to write any of your responses out."
*Sigh*
"Ok, fine, let's do it." I said.
"I'm feeling lucky today!" Said Julie.
"Glad to hear it! Follow me to our offices and we will get started with the surveys."
He led us both through a door in between two department stores, that had a sign that read 'Desires Unlimited INC. Employees Only'
Julie and I looked at each other with a slightly concerned but curious smile. Julie didn't hesitate to speak up.
"What the hell is 'Desires Unlimited'?"
"Oh, that is just the name of the research company that conducts the research. They are the parent company that owns the private island."
His reply seemed legit enough for us. But we were still questioning if this whole thing wasn't a scam. Just because a company owns an island, doesn't mean they are legal. What if it was where they laundered the money that they scam out of people?
We walked down a short hallway and stopped in between two doors across the hall from each other. The man opened the doors and motioned for us each to go into separate rooms. Seeing the concerned look on our faces, he spoke up.
"Don't worry, the only thing in the room is a laptop. When you are ready to begin, just hit the spacebar on the keyboard and it will begin recording, and the questions will be shown on the screen."
Julie and I both nervously peeked in the rooms, only to confirm exactly we were told. We took one last look at each other, we each nodded and entered our separate rooms.
Julie's Interview:
Are you currently in a relationship?
"Yes, I have a boyfriend." Julie said.
What is your race?
"White"
How tall are you?
" 5' 6" "
How much do you weigh?
"None of your business" Why would that matter? Julie thought.
Please answer all questions completely, and truthfully. Failure to do so will automatically deny your entry into our contest.
How much do you weigh?
"Fine, 190lbs."
