Ashley took a deep breath as she rapped her fist against the intimidating red door before her. Only one night had passed since her big humiliation and already Brooke had sent her a text message demanding she come and visit. Ashley nervously shivered as she waited. She pulled her jacket tightly around her black t-shirt as if the cotton material could protect her from whatever Brooke had planned.
Finally the door swung open and Brooke leaned outward from the wooden frame with a big grin on her face. She was more liberally dressed then Ashley in a white tank-top and a short pair of black denim shorts. A large pair of sunglasses sat delicately upon her nose and a small purse hung off the side of her shoulder. "Oh great, you are finally here. We can go to the mall now," she said gleefully.
"The mall?" questioned Ashley as began to step down the porch with Brooke. "Why are we going to the mall?" she asked.
Brooke cynically rolled her eyes at Ashley as she replied in a sarcastic tone, "Well, to go shopping of course." The two girls walked in silence down the block before Brooke piped in again, "Next time you better ask me permission before you ask any questions."
Ashley nodded her head softly up and down and began to reply "I'm sorr-"
"Sorry? You better be" Brooke interrupted her quickly. Arrogantly, she averted her gaze from Ashley. Once again, the two girls walked toward the mall in silence. "I hope you brought some money with you. You are going to need it," Brooke declared, finally breaking the silence.
"Might I ask a question?" Ashley responded politely to Brooke.
"No!" Brooke snapped back at her. By this point, the two girls had reached the concrete parking lot of the mall. Brooke led Ashley toward the nearest entrance. Sunday was not typically a busy day for the mall but it was approaching Christmas and so there were a fair amount of people visiting and walking around.
Ashley crept behind Brooke into the large mall. The entrance was adorned with an elaborate Christmas light display. She wondered if Brooke was going to force her to pay for a shopping spree. She hoped not because she did not have that much money in her wallet. If Brooke would have allowed her to ask if she needed more, she could have gone back home and picked up some cash. Eventually the two girls ended up at Urban Clothz, a store that was popular among hip hop kids.
Brooke grabbed a hold of Ashley's arm and yanked her towards the back of the store. "Come on Ashley, let's pick out some clothes for you," she said. Brook fumbled through some racks of clothing. "This is what's popular these days, Ashley. All the girls in the rap videos wear this stuff." Brooke tossed a few shirts at Ashley and then moved on to the skirts. She muttered to herself as she thumbed through the clothes, "Hmm. No, not this." Eventually she pulled a few select skirts out from the rack. "Here, I want to see how these look on you. Let's go try them on," Brooke commanded, adding skirts to Ashley's pile of clothes.
Ashley took the clothing pile and headed over to the fitting room. Just looking at the shirt sitting on the top of the pile, she knew she would look like a humongous slut dressed in these clothes. Ashley dumped the pile on the bench in the fitting room. She then turned to Brooke and waited for her to leave.
Brooke shook her head at Ashley and said, "I ain't leaving. Trust me; I've already seen your naked slut body. There is no reason to be modest." Brooke turned around and shut the door to the fitting room. She then turned around, fixed her eyes on Ashley and waited.
Ashley hesitated and then admitted that what Brooke said was correct. She slid off her jacket and hung it up on a nearby hanger. She then un-buttoned her jeans and sat down on a bench attached to the side of the fitting room wall. Gently she tugged at the pant-legs until the jeans slid off of her long, smooth legs. Finally, Ashley reached under her black shirt, curled her fingers around the material, and pulled it up and over her head.
Brooke held her hand out and motioned for Ashley to stop before she put on any clothing. "Wait, I forgot something. Stay like that," she said. Brooke quickly opened the fitting room door and moved out. After a short time, she returned with a red thong. "Here, put this on." Brooke tossed it to Ashley.
Ashley looked at the thong. She couldn't believe something so small would be capable of fitting, much less covering her up. She slid off the pair of white cotton panties she had been wearing and pulled the thong up. It fit-tightly and she could feel the fabric pressing up against her pussy. Instantly, she began to feel aroused by wearing it. She blushed and reached for the skirts that Brooke had gotten for her but she was interrupted again.
"Take off your bra," Brooke commanded. "You don't need to wear one. I will take it back and give it to you when you leave today," explained Brooke. Before Ashley could object, Brooke walked behind her, pushed her fingers behind the back of the bra and un-clasped the strap.
Ashley blushed bright red as her bra fell to the ground. Her big tits followed close behind, bouncing back and forth from the effects of gravity. She wanted to smack Brooke but knew she was in no position to. Finally, Ashley grabbed a black miniskirt from the pile of clothes Brooke had given her. She stepped inside it and pulled it up. The skirt hardly covered her at all. The top of the thong was visible above the skirt and if she bent over even the slightest bit, anyone behind her would be able to see up the skirt. Ashley sighed and pulled on a black shirt from the pile. The shirt was strapless so it would be obvious to anyone that Ashley wasn't wearing a bra. The shirt was so low-cut that it practically hung off of Ashley's nipples. It also cut off on the midriff so that the top of her thong was visible in the back. The outfit left very little of Ashley's body to the imagination. She looked like a street whore. "I can't wear this," complained Ashley.
