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Rachel sat in the passenger seat of Evan's old Mercedes. The musty smell of the interior filled her lungs. It was an unusually warm late autumn day and the interior of the car hadn't cooled off yet. The top was broken and her window didn't go all the way down, so she had to wait for the car to get up to speed to cool her off.
She didn't understand why Evan always insisted on driving "The Tank" as he called it. After all, he had a nice truck that was fully loaded, and even her Corolla had working windows. "It's a classic, they don't build them like this anymore" He would always say, usually slapping some part of the car that had stopped working. Rachel would roll her eyes. She didn't understand guys and cars.
They were going to the mall to get lunch and do some fall shopping. She was dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans with old sneakers. Her VS PINK sweatshirt sat folded in her lap in case she needed it. Evan sat beside her in a flannel shirt and jeans with boots. She loved driving down Peachtree-Dunwoody in the fall. The houses looked so beautiful with the colored leaves and she always insisted Evan get off the highway early so they could ride down it.
"Despacito" came on the radio and Evan started singing. Rachel laughed. His voice was terrible and he always butchered the Spanish parts, so she would take over for those in their own duet. "If only he knew what those lyrics really meant" she would laugh to herself.
The song ended as they pulled into Lenox Square. Rachel was relieved that no one would be subjected to his singing. Evan drove to the top of the parking structure and parked a fair bit away from all the other cars.
They got out and Evan took a shopping bag from the trunk and then took her hand and they started walking towards the entrance. Rachel started skipping and singing.
"Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito"
Evan just chuckled and put his arm around her waist. They went in and headed to the food court.
There the great debate began. Evan wanted Chinese and Rachel wanted anything but Chinese. They settled on Chinese. Evan inhaled his mountain of rice while Rachel choked down her vegetables soaked in the mall Chinese food syrup.
"Ready to go?" He said.
"Been ready" She said.
Evan led her into several stores where he poked around, not really interested in anything he saw. It almost seemed like he was just passing time. Finally they went into a store that specialized in young adult women's clothes. Their styles ranged from conservative to downright sleazy. Rachel wanted to look around, but Evan took her hand and led her around the store. He would pick up things at random and hold them up to her and then hang them up. Finally he grabbed a few random items and led her to the fitting room.
He led her all the way down to the last stall, which was the handicapped stall. It only had a curtain for a door. Evan took her in and dropped the clothes in a pile.
"Alright, get undressed." He said.
Rachel wasn't used to trying on clothes with him, but liked the idea. It would be a sexy fashion show, she thought. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Then, she kicked off her sneakers and slid her jeans over her hips and down her legs. She stood there in her bra and panties.
"Ok, what first?" She asked with a sly grin.
"Nope, all of it" Evan replied, pointing at her panties.
Rachel huffed and then slid the panties off and dropped them on the pile. Evan pointed at her bra and she dropped it as well.
He reached into his shopping bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Rachel gasped. He pointed at her left hand. She offered it up and he closed the handcuff around her wrist.
He pulled the other cuff through the handrail on the wall and locked her other wrist in it behind her back. He then gathered up all of her clothes and put them in the shopping bag.
"Shhh" he said with a finger to his mouth as he backed out of the stall and closed the curtain. Rachel was now naked and alone. She tested her bond and it made a loud clanging. She was here until Evan came back.
Or somebody else found her. The thought horrified her.
Minutes passed. She heard activity outside. Everytime the sounds would get closer, she would freeze. People came and went. She had no idea how much time had passed, but it must have been about 20 minutes.
Suddenly, the curtain flung open. A woman with an armload of clothes stood there. She gasped when she saw Rachel. Rachel gasped too.
"Oh, I'm so sorry" She said, looking Rachel up and down before quickly closing the curtain.
"Sorry" She said again from outside the curtain.
Rachel wondered if she had seen the handcuffs.
More time passed and Rachel found herself being turned on by her predicament. Every time she thought of a stranger finding her and taking advantage of her predicament she got hotter and hotter.
The curtain flew open again. Rachel was relieved but slightly disappointed it was Evan this time. He carried an armload of items that he carefully hung up.
"Get any shopping done?" He joked as he uncuffed her hands.
"Ha- HA" Rachel replied sarcastically, rubbing her wrists.
"Ready for the fashion show" Evan asked, and her mood changed.
The items Evan had chosen were not things Rachel would have chosen. Short skirts, tight dresses, low cut tops, most of them were a few sizes too small. Rachel intrepidly stuffed herself into each outfit, and then checked how slutty she looked in the mirror. She would never have the nerve to wear any of it out in public, but she was impressed at how sexy she looked.
The final outfit consisted of a white blouse that had snaps down the front. It was far too small for her and she needed Evan's help to get most of the buttons snapped over her breasts. He did half of them and declared that it was good enough.
The next item was a short, pleated plaid skirt, which she had to carefully step into to avoid popping the buttons on her shirt. She pulled it up to her waist, tucking the shirt in and tightened the belt.
She looked in the mirror and saw a slutty schoolgirl. The tight shirt pushed her breasts together and up, giving her massive cleavage, even for her modest breasts. Her nipples clearly shone through the thin fabric. The skirt was shorter than anything Rachel owned.
Evan looked at her thoughtfully and then adjusted the skirt higher on her waist, cinching the belt so it wouldn't slide down. It barely covered her pussy. She turned around and looked in the mirror and the bottom of her ass was just barely visible.
"Perfect. We'll get all of it. You'll wear that out." Evan said with delight.
"Seriously?" Rachel asked.
"Seriously."
