If you are still like that when we come back, I'll give you a day off your bet. If not, you'll owe me a day. Fair enough?" She asked.
I hadn't really lost any bets with her yet. Still, what if someone came in? "What do I do if someone comes in before you get back?" I better know just in case.
"Well, you do whatever they say of course." Darla giggled. "I mean you are a naked lesbo slut pulling her nipples with her legs spread in the changing room after all. And you will stay that way unless they tell you to do otherwise."
I groaned. Farin hugged me and I weakly returned her hug. "Just do it baby, the sooner we get you out of the bet, the sooner we can just be together." She whispered.
"I know." I sighed, resigned to my fate.
We got to the mall and it was Sunday, so it wasn't terribly packed. Still, there were a good many cars in the lot. We drove past Hecht's and all the way around to the other side of the mall. I sighed. She wanted to parade me through the mall first.
Darla parked the car and we all climbed out. Farin held my hand through the parking lot, eliciting more than one stare from the various patrons of the mall. Of course, it could have been my outfit, as nasty as that was.
We walked through the mall, every click of my stiletto heels seemed to scream to the passing patrons for attention. The height of the heels caused me to flex my legs dramatically and shake my ass more than I wished. We strode past couples and groups of all ages and types. Farin and I held hands, which was a little scary, but comforting all the same.
It was as we turned the corner of the mall that I noticed some people taking a bit too much interest in my tattoos. I flushed red as I thought of the large silhouette tattoos of women on my upper back. Then there was the butterfly on my lower back with the masturbating woman in the middle. I shivered at the thought of someone making it out.
I heard footsteps behind us and I shivered. Darla and Barb looked back, they were in front of Farin and I. Darla smiled at me as I steeled myself not to look back. It would be too humiliating to see the faces of my admirers.
Farin looked back over her shoulder and I watched her give an exasperated sigh and pull me closer. "Some boys are following us." She whispered into my ear. "Just ignore them, it isn't anyone I recognize."
I gladly obeyed, not wanting to see their faces. We then got to an escalator and started up. I panicked, thinking of the short skirt and the vulnerability of my charms below it. Farin pulled me ahead of her to block the view from the boys behind us.
Then we walked the remaining half of the mall and ended up in Hecht's in the women's clothing. Darla and Barb picked out some short skirts and tops as Farin and I followed them and we finally ended up in the dressing rooms. Darla pulled Farin aside and whispered in her ear and handed her the clothes and her handbag. Farin sighed and took it and then led me into the changing rooms.
Once inside, she closed the door behind me. "I'm so sorry, you know I don't want to do this Carrie." She sighed. "Strip down baby and sit on the bench."
I sniffed and pulled off the top and handed it to her. Then I removed my skirt and gave her that. "Keep the socks and boots on." She whispered. "You look so good Carrie, please don't cry." She leaned and kissed me as I spread my knees and placed my booted feet on the bench.
"Okay, I am going to put a blindfold on you so you won't see who comes in. It will be easier that way. Trust me." She whispered. She put the blindfold on me and all went black. She repositioned my feet and finished with, "Okay, now pull your nipples and stay put, I'll be back as soon as I can love."
I heard her leave and I whimpered. My heart was pounding in my chest. Every sound terrified me. I sat there with my fingers pulling my nipples and waited. I heard someone coming into the changing rooms and I held my breath. I hoped they would select another booth. I was fortunate, they went to the one next to me and I heard two women talking to one another as one waited outside and the other tried on clothes.
"What do you think mom?" The girl from the booth next to me asked as the door opened.
"I like it." Her mom replied.
It went on for about four outfit changes and I dared not make a sound. When they had finished, they left the changing rooms and I let out a loud sigh of relief. I heard footsteps again, some minutes later. They didn't talk, they walked in, and then, I felt, more than heard, the stall door open and a gasp, then a light giggle.
I was sure Farin wouldn't have gasped. I doubt she would giggle either. My body shivered as I sat there. I was spread wide and pulling my nipples straight out. The intruder turned and locked the stall door. I whimpered in fear. Without a word, I heard the rustling of clothing being removed and I shivered. It could be anyone. It could be someone who knew me or a complete stranger and I found myself praying that it was the latter. Next thing, the bench sunk slightly and I felt a calf push against my thigh. Then it shifted on the other side and a calf pushed against that thigh.
Whoever it was had climbed onto the bench and it was pretty easy to figure out what was coming next. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head forward and just as I had thought, my lips pressed against a nicely shaven pussy. It was warm and wet, the odor was not unpleasant, a gentle musky smell.
I wept. I was being used again. The violator pushed my head more urgently into her wet twat and soon I gave in, extended my tongue and accepted my fate. I tried not to cry loudly, though the tears flowed continuously. I was very tentative at first, licking the unhidden cunt at my face from hole to clit over and over and over again.
The intruder moaned, no voice or sound I could recognize, just enjoyment and pleasure at my ministrations. I determined to just get it over with and latched onto the erect clit with my lips and attacked it with my tongue. Soon my face was being thoroughly fucked as the stranger humped her hips against me. My nose was squished, my chin was coated with juices and she was panting and moaning as quietly as she could.
The humping became more furious and I realized that my secret abuser was going to climax soon. So I thrashed my tongue wildly against her clit and as she came, I thrust lower and dove into her cunthole with my tongue. She just humped my face until she came down. I licked her gently, removing what I could of her moisture with my tongue.
She grabbed my head and pushed down so I was forced to hold my head as if I were looking at the floor. Then she mounted my head and wiped the remnants of her wetness on my hair. She climbed down, dressed and left.
I sobbed there, reeking of pussy. I had become nothing more than a slut, an anonymous slut to serve woman. I missed Farin, I wanted her to come and rescue me, to take me away from her evil sister. How could she just accept this?
Okay, deep down, I knew there was nothing she could do. How many times had she and I begged for leniency or to be released from this bet? Yet, asking out only made things worse. How was I to escape this web of debauchery?
Footsteps approached once more and the door opened and locked. "Oh baby," whispered Farin. She lifted the blindfold from my eyes and I released my nipples. I sobbed into her arms as she held me. "Hey, that is one more day off the bet." She kissed my cheek softly.
"Look at me Carrie." She whispered and held my cheeks in her hand. "I love you, you know that. Will you stay and go for another day off your bet?"
My eyes ran freely with tears. Could I stay and go through this humiliation again? It was worse than the gimp suit in the bathroom. Whoever was using me could see me, every bit of me. "Farin," I sobbed, "I just want to go home."
She hugged me tight. "Okay Carrie, I understand." I let her wrap her arms around me and hold me tight. "She said if you declined I should offer you a week off if you stay here for four hours."
I shook and cried violently into her shoulder. Four hours of molestation by unknown perverts. Who was I kidding? I was the pervert. I was the one with the lesbian tattoos all over my body. I was the pulling my nipples, legs spread in the dressing room with no clothes. I was the one blindfolded to protect the anonymity of anyone who might use me.
"Think about baby," Farin whispered, "a whole week off plus the day you already got off. You would be down to like thirty-six days. Just a little over a month. And it is just women coming in here. Not like ..." She stopped in mid sentence.
I was sobbing uncontrollably. "Okay Farin, I'll do it for you."
She pulled my face to look into her eyes. "Carrie..."
"I'll do it, just leave please. I don't want you to see me." I nearly barked at her.
She kissed me sweetly on the lips. I wanted to return it, but I was somewhere else right now. I was setting my mind for the next four hours of being an anonymous slut in a damned changing stall.
