The following is a complete work of fiction, involving female-female domination. None of the people in this story are based on any real person or real situation. This story may not be copied for any use other than intended by the author. Civil and kind comments may be sent to the author at kc453645@hotmail.com
No underwear 3
It was the weekend and Sarah and I had plans to go shopping at the mall. Sarah picked me up in her mom's sports car, the one with a T-top and low seats which made it impossible for us to cover our pussies with our skirts rising up and flowing in the wind.
We drove on the freeway to get to the mall, passing honking truckers and SUV's along the way. Every driver got an eyeful of us when ever they came up beside us. We nearly caused two traffic crashes. With our hearts fluttering and our nipples pressing tight against our infant-size shirts, we exited and drove into the mall parking lot.
We walked into a shop that sold the types of clothes we could wear, tiny tops and floppy skirts. A salesgirl came up to us as we entered, and asked if we needed any help finding tops or skirts.
"Is there anything I can do for you," she said. "Maybe I could check you out. Turn around."
Both of us looked at each other and knew what was going on. Maria must have called the store in advance of our arrival. We turned around.
"Lift up your skirts bitches, I have to see if you have panties on!" the girl commanded. I lifted my skirt and so did Sarah. The girl gently caressed my butt with her right and, and did the same to Sarah with her left hand.
I began to coo in delight, as the salesgirl's hand slipped further down and nestled in-between my pussy lips.
"I think I have just what you bitches want," she said. The girl told us to go to the back changing room, get out of our clothes and wait for her to return. We walked to the back of the store, but found no changing room. Instead, there was a storage room in back, which had doors on either side of the walls.
Not knowing what else to do, we stripped out of our tops and skirts, and kicked off our shoes. The girl returned with a handful of tops and said, "Try these on while I find you bitches some skirts to cover your coochies with."
Sarah put on a tiny top with a cartoon bird on it, and I tried a tank top which barely covered my boobs, either from the top or the bottom.
"Get out here bitches, on the double," the girl yelled from the other room. When we entered the storeroom we found a group of girls our age. The salesgirl had closed the store, and invited all of her friends and co-workers at the mall to come have some fun.
"Come out here and show my bitches how you refuse to wear underwear and skirts," the girl said.
With no choice, not knowing if Maria was watching of if the girl would call as soon as we disobeyed; we walked into the center of the room. Sarah and I put on the different tops the salesgirl threw our way, sometimes intentionally tossing them at our feet so we would have to bend over to get them. Each top was smaller than the next, until she told us to take off our tops and did not give us another one.
As we stood there, several girls approached us. Soon I felt hands over my body, ones that removed my top, and others that were feeling my butt and pussy, which had grown super wet and slippery.
I was pushed to the floor moaning in delight as I was covered by three girls. Sarah also was covered with girls eating and pawing at her every which way. One girl put her tongue in my pussy and darted it in and out, using her fingers to play with my clit. I came several times this way and also when another girl started squeezing my nipples and then letting go, squeezing and letting go, all the time giving me deep French kisses.
After an hour of entertaining the girls, we left the store in our original tops and skirts, with nothing purchased. Realizing we parked upstairs, Sarah and I walked to the elevator, which had a sign over it saying it was out of order. The only other way upstairs was a flight of stairs which was in the middle of the mall. It was unique as it had glass stairs and glass walls, allowing everyone to see girl's underwear as they walked up.
Standing in front of the stairs was a group of girls and boys we knew from school. As we got closer, they parted allowing us to get to the stairwell. When we went up a few stairs we suddenly stopped, as other kids had blocked our path.
"If you want to walk up the stairs, you have to take off your clothes," a girl from the crowd said.
Knowing that Maria could see us at any moment or someone she knew would report to her, Sarah and I removed our tops and skirts, handing them to one of the kids on the stairwell, and were allowed to walk upstairs, at a very slow pace allowing everyone in the mall to watch our young bodies.
When we got to the top, we got our clothes back and were told to put them on outside the mall. We walked through the food court naked, hearing whispers of people eating or working at the different restaurants there. Once outside, we quickly got dressed and ran to the car, as we had only minutes to spare before getting to Sarah's house before our curfew was up.
Upon our return, Maria greeted us at the door, a big smile across her face. She told us to strip and get into the living room right away, where she had more of her middle-age friends waiting to gnaw at our young bodies, and fuck our brains out.