Ask her to prove her perverseness to him.

Looking at Sophie, he suppressed his voice of reason -- whatever that sounded like -- and broke into a faint, devilish smirk. He hoped she'd understand. If she were in his shoes, of course she would. This was simply too intriguing to pass up.

"Oh really, Sophie?" The teen folded his arms, severing the silence as he skeptically eyed her. "You're a pervert like me?"

"Y-yes!" she said, a determined look on her face, turning to see eye to eye with him. Caleb looked at his fingernails.

"You know, my heart just breaks when I find out someone's lying to me," Caleb sighed delicately into a nearby set of cami's. "I... I really don't know if I could ever see them as a... as a friend ever again after that."

She didn't notice Caleb noticing her as her eyes widened and darted to the background. A small lump could be seen furling down her throat. The pretty woman's finger twitched as she squeezed it again underneath her, and Caleb curved a brow. It seemed to be a kind of coping mechanism for her, something people utilized when uneasy, like tapping their foot or scratching the back of their head. Caleb found it kind of cute.

Closing the distance between him and the young woman, he leaned into her ear and placed a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "Sophie, look," he uttered, "I think you're a great woman and all. But I still don't know if I could trust you. And remember how you said you'd do anything to earn my trust?"

He didn't mention the 'within reason' part, but apparently Sophie didn't seem to recall it either as she looked up at him and nodded guiltily.

"Well, then..." Caleb shrugged, then looked back at the woman she had pointed out from earlier, surfing through the underwear section of the store. "How about this," he returned his gaze to Sophie's attractive face, "you go over to that woman and slap her ass, twice, then put your own face between her cheeks, stick your nose in there, and give it a healthy sniff, and I'll trust that you really are the pervert you say you are."

If what he suspected was also true, something he did also made touching a girl's butt okay to do -- however, only if it came from a man. Another girl touching it still seemed to carry the same connotation as before. Plus, it still looked like there were certain lines you shouldn't cross; touching a butt in the proper context was okay, groping, however, or ass-sniffing for that matter, was still seen as perverted, as she mentioned. And the response that followed was able to confirm that for him.

Sophie's eyes widened again. She opened her mouth as if to express an adverse opinion only to shut it back closed.

What in the world would she do that for? She was already on thin ice as it was for [possibly] lying to him! (Possibly!)

He watched her pupils direct their line of sight to the black woman a good yard away, more than curious about what kind of thoughts could be boiling in her head that moment. When finally she nodded.

"Okay. Okay, Cal, I'll do it," she assured, offering Caleb a brief smile before taking a deep breath and stepping past him. Caleb couldn't believe it, but then again, on second thought, of course he could. After everything else he'd just witnessed, it would've been weird if things did suddenly turn back to normal. Just before she was out of earshot, however, Caleb called after her.

"Wait! One more thing." She placed a hand on a nearby clothing rack as she met his gaze. "Of course," the teen added elegantly, "a true pervert usually finds it hard to hide their true feelings. So, after you slap her butt -- and give it a slap to be proud of, not just some wussy pat -- and then nestle your face in there, don't forget to tell her, to her own face, that you like her ass, a lot. And loud enough for me to at least partially hear, preferably."

Sophie's face grew beet red. But still, she turned forward and walked away with a greater show of determination than would have been normal if this was a command coming from some place of authority or ****. No, for her, this wasn't morally compromising; this was her desire as a friend to prove her loyalty. This was her 'end of the bargain'; her part of the deal. And she wanted to go through with it, not out of obligation, but out of respect as well.

It was an even more twisty feeling than before, when she had brushed aside his involuntary (and voluntary) touching of her body. Somewhere in his consciece Caleb felt like a slight jerk for getting off on it. But he also couldn't deny the way it made him feel. He was having his cake and eating it, too, and in the end, if he was happy, so was she, right? That seemed to be how this watch's magic worked.

"Go on," he whispered, watching Sophie walk past other shoppers as she approached the black woman from behind and slowed. He held a breath. Despite his words, they were in fact directed at the watch clasped across his wrist, which almost seemed to be humming in tandem. "Show me what you got."

Before him, an inaudible gap away, Sophie stepped to the woman's side, allowing him to see her nice, big bottom. Still a work of art. Meanwhile, Sophie seemed to spend a few preliminary moments on some brief self-encouragement, Caleb noticing her lips moving silently. Then, after a visible exhalation of air, she shakily extended a hand. For a few seconds, she kept it hovering behind the stranger's butt, not moving it. Instinctively Caleb quickly scanned the immediate vicinity and saw nobody was nearby or paying attention to them.

It was at the blur of movement that he careened his head back in front of him. Sophie's hand had just bounced off, it seemed, the woman's ass. Already, the stranger's head was turning as Sophie, bless her quasi-perverted heart, refused to let up, bringing her hand back down, producing an even stronger smack than before. A grunt of approval left Caleb's lips, his eyes glued to the faint ripples simmering down her butt cheeks.

Her face entered a variety of stages of expressions. First of shock, then of confusion, then of anger. Then, confusion again, as Sophie went down and pushed her face into the older woman's butt crack. The pretty young woman's nose shoved itself into that crevice with initiative Caleb felt strangely proud of as she shook her head from side to side. He saw her back lift, indicating her lungs absorbing and releasing air, as he'd requested, and a tent formed at his pants. It hit him then, that he had just pressured a perfectly normal woman to do this that never before in her life would she probably have dropped any of her things to do, monetary compensation be damned.

And now here she was, sniffing another woman's ass simply because she wanted his friendship. Peer pressure, much?

When she'd finally backed off and stood back to her feet, her hair was a little disheveled, but it only further worked to give her naturally attractive face a vivid look. The black lady only stared, as Sophie cleared her throat and said loudly, "Your ass is really hot. I really like it and enjoyed putting my face in it. Bye!"

Immediately Sophie turned and speedwalked away, her face now redder than a crimson moon. The woman that had been the subject of her **** affections only stood there speechless. Caleb was barely breathing from his laughter. She had said it so formally that you could practically hear the stilts. And yet, therein lied the charm.

Stopping in front of him, Sophie asked, "Well? How was it? Do you believe me now?" A weak smile pried through her cheeks as she twiddled with her fingers again. Caleb had to give it to her; she was stronger-willed than most girls he knew, pervert or not.

The girl's eyes pulled upward in surprise as Caleb hugged her tight and laughed.

"Hahaha, are you kidding me?" the teen said over her shoulder. "That was great! Legit!! I'm officially turned on!" He grabbed her cheeks and studied her face, the gesture appearing more clinical than romantic. "I can't believe I have my own perverted lady-friend now. And a real pretty one, too, to boot."

Sophie's smile seemed to be beaming now. The relief could be felt through her skin as she scoffed and looked sideways. "Don't get too excited, Cal-man." Her words were betrayed by the softer shade of pink decorating her cheeks, obviously pleased by Caleb's approval, but nevertheless in retention of her independent personality.

Caleb grinned, and squeezed her face playfully with his hands, mushing it like play-dough. "How can I not with such a pretty face like yours," he sighed, growing hard at being wrapped around a woman this ravishing. Dare he say, he was even growing somewhat fond of her.

And it was all thanks to his lucky new find, wrapped around his wrist.

He felt a vibration in his pocket, and grunted. That's right. Zack and them were probably waiting for him. He had a rink to go to, after all.