And returned to the co-eds.

Melanie was still dealing with Chandra's condition. I turned up the heat.

A woman walked past, auburn hair flowing past her shoulders. She immediately turned on her heels and walked down the aisle towards the two young ladies. In a casual motion, she grabbed Chandra's pants and undid them to the ground, leaving her tight, white legs out in the retail open.

Next was Melanie. Without so much as a fuss, the curly-haired woman gave the stranger who had pantsed Chandra free access as the latter unbuttoned her jeans, grabbed them by the waist, and pulled them down. The **** was enough to cause her dark thighs to jiggle. Before standing, the auburn-haired woman suddenly slapped her palms against Melanie's two thighs, rubbing them with indulgent, crude carresses.

Once on her feet, she grabbed a hanger from a used clothes rack, then another that had a skirt hanging off it, discarding the article. Both of them were normal molds, un-rodded. As the skirt crinkled to the tile below, the auburn-haired woman then went up to the two perusing co-eds and stuck a finger into their displayed panties. Pushing them to the side, she then jammed the hangers up their ass-holes.

"Ooohh shit!" Melanie stiffened.

Chandra's eyes bugged out of her sockets as she pulled one leg up, her shot grazing the bottom of her right buttock cheek. "Ahhgha, crap, CRAP! Oh! OhhohohoHO..."

The auburn-haired lady rose, dusting her palms satisfactorily. Then she gave each fair butt a hefty smack and spun away.

Chandra and Melanie glanced at each other, each one with a hanger sticking out of their tail bone. "Well..." The latter cleared her throat, wrinkled gaze addressing a coiled sock down under. "This is awkward."

A moment of reticence took to Chandra's features. "I dunno. I actually kinda like it."

"Having a hanger stuck up your ass. Really."

"Yeah. I mean, it's not, like, a deep tissue massage, but it could be worse." She wiggled her bum experimentally, eyes cast over her shoulder in conjunction with the rhythmic wriggle. "Look, I'm a dog!" Waggle-waggle.

Her friend's eyes were staring at her like a gnome was talking to her in her own garden. "You are so whack, Chandra." And yet Melanie loved the dork. You know. Girl code.

"Speak for yourself," she raspberried. Then, her eyes fluttered, and with one raised hand, she brought her ass spanking palm back down hard on Melanie's pantsless tush.

SMACK!

"FUCK, you know what? I'd rather have shit stuffed up my ass than you on it all day." Melanie grabbed a shirt and beckoned for Chandra to follow. "Let's get movin'."

Slap. Slap slap slap slap slap. "Sure thing."

"And can you please try to cut down on the spanks? Thanks."

Slappity-slap slap slappity. "O'course Mel." Slap slap SLAP! "Anything for a friend."

Melanie took one deep breath in. One deep breath out.