Kelly double-checked that she her keys, purse, and her cloth bag before heading into the mall. She was a student at the local university and it being a pretty progressive school most of the students were fairly environmentally conscious, but having grown up in the country and spent much of her free time as a child out playing in the fields and woods by her house Kelly had more of an appreciation for the environment and hated when she had to use plastic bags while shopping.
Not that she shopped much; she really didn't care for shopping like many girls but today she was on a mission. She and her roommate had been invited to a party by one of the guys that lived in their dorm and she wanted to find a sexy new outfit for the party.
Kelly wasn't the typical easy college girl, and while she had made out with and once gave a blowjob to guys at parties she had only had sex with her ex-boyfriend and was generally pretty conservative when it came to sex. She was, however, something of a feminist and found that showing off her body to be empowering.
And she did have a body to show off. At nineteen she had the body of the distance runner she had been in high school; she was 5'11 and had gloriously long, thin legs that ran to a trim, toned upper body topped with small, high, perfectly shaped breasts.
So she strode purposefully through the mall intending to get her shopping done quickly and be on her way home. Entering her favorite store and politely declining the help of the salesperson she sorted through a rack of skirts without finding anything she particularly liked and moved on to look at a few dresses. She picked out two of these, one being a tight fitting black dress held up be a strap over one shoulder end ending high enough that she hoped it would barely cover her butt and show off her legs perfectly.
Taking her selections Kelly headed to the fitting rooms only to find them all full on the women's side of the store. Mildly irritated at having to spend more time in the mall she decided to check the men's side and see if she could get in a room over there. As she walked across the store she noticed a man looking at shirts near the entrance to the fitting rooms. She couldn't help discreetly checking him out as she walked towards him; he was at least a few inches taller than Kelly, and while thin she could tell from the way he moved that he was someone used to working with his body and had the muscle tone to go with it.
As Kelly got closer to him he noticed her and looked in her direction and immediately she looked at the floor while wishing she wasn't too shy to make eye contact. She continued looking anywhere but at him as she walked into the fitting rooms. To her relief the first one was open so she pulled the door open and stepped in.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her back pushing her forward. While a little squeak of surprise she struggled to regain her balance then whirled around to find herself looking up at the man she had been admiring. Before she had time to think he pulled the door shut and with one arm spun her around to hold her in place against his body and covered her mouth with the other.
By this point Kelly was shaking in fear as she heard him say in her ear "It's obvious that nobody other than a real slut would wear dresses like you have on your arm there, so I'm just going to give you the audience you obviously want while you try them on." He paused and looked at her face for a moment before continuing "Now go ahead and try them on for me like the good little bitch you are."
Despite her fear she actually felt a little thrill at having him talk to her like that, followed immediately by a feeling of horror that she couldn't actually feel any sort of sexual response at being so thoroughly degraded.
As he let her go and moved back slightly Kelly considered screaming and calling for help but realized that she would likely not be heard over the music playing in the store and that it would probably only make her captor upset. With this thought she froze, at a loss for what to do. She didn't want to upset the man, but she just couldn't take her clothes off in front of him either.
"C'mon slut, you have to take your clothes off before you can try those one. Get going" he said, seeing her hesitation.
Reluctantly, but again with the little jolt of arousal, she hooked the dresses on the hanger and sat down on the bench to slip her shoes off. Standing back up she kept her eyes lowered as she started to undo her belt. As she worked her pants off her hips she found herself using the mirror to discreetly study the man behind her. She was struck by how casually her was leaning against the wall and how relaxed he seemed as if he were utterly confident of his control of the situation; his control of her. He seemed to be no more than a few years older than her, and in fact in any other situation she thought she would have found him extremely attractive.
Straightening up and tossing her pants onto the bench she was relieved that she had worn some of her more conservative panties that day so she wouldn't show off any more than she had to. After only a slight hesitation her shirt joined the pants and she stood in front of the mirror in only her bra and panties. Had she been alone she would have taken her bra off too as the dresses weren't meant to be worn with a bra with straps but just the thought was enough to make her face heat in embarrassment.
