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Chapter 8 by Sweigard89 Sweigard89

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Adventure time

I made my way through the bathroom, the tiles offering a little resistance as I had to jump over the spaces between the tiles so I wouldn't trip. The door would open from time to time as women came in, some to use the bathroom and others just to look into the mirror to fix their appearance like they tend to do. I finally got close enough to the door to slip out into the mall as it opened as a woman walked in. The noise was deafening, hundreds of people walking around on the smooth tiles. With nothing else to do, I started to make my way down the hall. Reaching the end, I ponder my next move. I couldn't just run across the empty space, a woman would see me or worse, step on me. Thoughts of a foot slamming down on me from the heavens unaware, grinding me against the tile as she took her next step as I came stuck in the treads of her shoe to be carried with her. I shake my head and turn the corner, keeping to the wall. I come to the first entrance of a store, women coming and going through it. I couldn't cross it for the same reason why I couldn't be out in the open, so I reluctantly enter the store, focused on keeping to the wall with the plan to go through the whole store like so. It would take forever but my chances of getting crushed were greatly reduced. I quickly make my way, the clerks moving about as the customers did their shopping. I made it to the back corner and turn, making my way behind the counter. Everything was less glamorous back here, the purpose more for functionally rather than looks. "God, I hate going through returns. Some of the people seem not to know what a shower is." I look up at the voice, the owner a beautiful redhead with a nice ass, big breasts and thick thighs towering over me as she sorted through a pile of clothes. Definitely looked like she spent time in the gym to create a perfect body. "The worse part is every once in awhile, I'll find a tiny sewn into an article of clothing. Like, as if they were going to wear them trapped like that. " A second woman, a blond who was a lot thinner with more of a build of someone who runs a lot, chuckled. "I mean, there's not many uses for them. I have one sewn into a pair of panties at home. I wear them to make myself feel powerful." Suddenly, a a lone sock crashed into the ground from overhead only a few feet in front of me. I look up to see if they noticed.

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