A snack in the food court

As I approached the entrance to the Uptown Mall, its sliding glass doors opened up to a smorgasbord of radiant beauties spending their afternoon perusing the varied and unique shops of the building. Blondes, redheads, brunettes. Tall, short, curvy, slim. All combinations could be found beneath its glass ceiling. Jeanie and I felt like kids in a candy store, though I had to be subtle about it, unlike the chained up hottie floating around and ogling to her hearts content.

I approached the mall map, looking for a location to start, when I felt my stomach yell at me for anything to eat. I never got my diner order, and all my ring use was making me famished. I scanned the map quickly with my new goal in mind, seeing a food court on the southern side of the mall. I was on the north side now, so I hustled through the busy main hall, weaving through crowds of luscious curves like an expert assassin hunting his prey. As I made a beeline for food, I noticed more women staring at me than I was used to, their eyes roamed me as hungrily as I felt, though only the more bold maintain eye contact when our eyes met, and less confident averted their gaze, blushing. I was starting to feel hungry for something else, but I pushed on, eager to end the distracting rumbling in my stomach.

The choice to go for food might have been the smartest one; here I gazed upon the ultimate variety of women I could ask for. Big tiddie goths with Spicy Subject bags, sun deprived gamer chicks excitedly looking over their next 60+ hour adventure from Play Destination, preppy brats wearing their new Blurberry outfits. This would save me a lot of time. "Alright, Jeanie. How about you pick the next one?" I didn't think I could make a woman cry from happiness so fast. She paced back and forth anxiously, suddenly paralyzed with choice. Undecided, she placed one hand over her eyes, extended her other hand, and started to spin. I rolled my eyes and headed to O'Donald's for a burger. I figured she'd make up her mind about a dozen times before she finally made up her mind. I was starving at this point, so I ordered a number six and a number nine, taking my order number to an empty table among my targets. Jeanie had given up on her spinner routine, instead pacing quickly through the rows of tables, examining the women that caught her eye. I saw her stop for longer at a table a few yards from me, her face getting more excited as she observed. The potential victim had her back to me, I could only see her straight, shoulder length, black hair, but she satisfied Jeanie who skipped noisily over to my table, just as a server was bringing my food.

"Ok, Petey, I know this one might be a little plain, but I think it'll provide many opportunities to use the ring. She looks probably a little inexperienced, but a hottie talking to her should make her putty in his hands." She grabbed said hand, running her tender thumb along the veins of its back. Her every touch filled me with comfort and arousal, easily flustering a lesser man, but ignoring her was my own way of teasing her. "So how about you stuff that greasy meat down your throat, and then we can stuff your greasy meat down her throat." She drummed the table impatiently, realizing that waiting for me to maintain my physical body is not as fun as turning strangers into sex partners.

"Relax, Jeanie. I'm so fucking hungry, this should take no time." I'm halfway through my first burger we she started playing with her chest absent-mindedly. Over her shoulder, I noticed our intended target had been approached by a group of girls, though their malicious grins and mocking giggles don't make them look like friends. If Jeanie's description was correct, this sounded like someone who wasn't enjoying the current attention. She would probably appreciate someone stepping in to help her. On the other hand, anonymously messing with the popular girls may be the perfect humiliation to bring these girls down a peg.