Chapter Three

“You’ve got a great complexion.” The cosmetics rep smiled, liberally applying violet eye shadow. “Your pores are nearly invisible.”

“Mm-hmm…” Mia barely heard her, entranced by the dazzling flashes of her tiger charm. The pretty lights were incredibly soothing.

“Are you girls dolling up for a special occasion?” The second saleswoman asked, sponging rouge onto Shauna’s cheeks. “You’ll be the belles of the ball, mark my words. Boys will queue around the block for a dance. Stop squirming, hon. You’ll smudge the makeup.”

Boys?

Dammit, Mia wasn’t interested in boys. She craved a Man.

Guys her age came in two varieties; chest-thumping Neanderthals or tongue-tied social retards. There may have been an acceptable middle ground somewhere between those opposite poles, but they’d never interested her.

Milquetoast morons, every one of them. Pretty boys, at best. Lacking authority or drive to surpass their youthful limitations. Unaccomplished. Slaves to their hormonal urges, eager to dip their wicks into any available honey-hole.

Utterly unlike Mia and her aching virgin pussy.

“Nah, we’re just doing a girl's day.” Shauna blurted. “Flirting with a few guys sounds fun, though.”

Her friend had exchanged the sweat-sodden uniform for a tiny black skirt that ended an inch below her crotch, a broad belt that was essentially the same width as the skirt, and a metallic purple crop top featuring an anime rabbit plastered across her ridiculous honkers.

The whole ensemble was cut from a wet-look latex material, made all the wetter by the redhead’s persistent perspiration. Honestly, she looked like she’d been dunked in a vat of baby oil.

Fuzzy white raver boots reached her shiny knees, and an equally fluffy Dalmatian-print jacket draped the back of her stool. The rich tresses of her ginger mane had no fewer than seven animal hair clips, failing to tame the unruly mass.

Mia’s naturally pouty lips thinned in disapproval. Shauna was flaunting herself entirely too much.

A piercing glittered in the coed’s uncovered midriff, drawing the eye to her flat belly. Several necklaces dipped into the fulsome valley of a gravity-defying chest. Tin bangles tinkled like bells on slim wrists as she wriggled non-stop.

She was dressed like a… fast woman, Mia decided, flicking a silvery strand out of her face. Parading that supple hourglass figure about like a side of beef for the boys to drool over.

“Only flirting, right?” The first cosmetics rep shot her colleague a meaningful glance. “Upstanding young ladies shouldn’t do anything that would shame their mothers.”

“Of course not.” Mia scoffed indignantly, reorienting her swollen tits within the tightening confines of the dress. “We’re, like, totally classy, ya know?”

Multi-hewed seafoam cradled Mia, softer than goose-down. Effervescent with mesmerizing sparkles, it steeped her mind in a lethargic warmth. It sank into the busy creases of her brain, scrubbing them free of stress and anxiety, rounding her sharp edges into smoother, simpler shapes.

All the pressure to perform well in school and social awkwardness bubbled away, popping and fizzing like a rose-scented bath bomb, leaving a comforting emptiness wherever the dancing lights touched.

She let it launder her psyche, drifting further into the luminous haze, basking in a vacuous contentment that swaddled her thoughts.

At the center of it all was a feline face–orange fur striped with black–a cartoon tiger sporting a toothy grin and strobing eyes. Hypnotic eyes that dragged Mia into their orbit and tugged at her soul. Blazing eyes which imparted an inferno-like heat to her young body, igniting dormant furnaces.

Lust and hunger spluttered to life, threatening to swallow her in surging carnality. A giddy, dizzying need to feel rough hands grope her burning flesh, to maul her bulging rack and cram her sopping slit full–

“Oh! Oooooh~… this is much… hmmff! Much harder than I-I remember. Hahaha!”

Shauna’s girlish squeals snapped Mia out of her horny fugue with a stab of annoyance. She’d found a cozy, out-of-the-way nook to stare at her blinking charm while covertly diddling her needy clitty, but the loud-mouthed ninny kept ruining her tranquil immersion with incessant wailing.

It was, like, soooo frustrating.

Sucking her soaked fingers clean, she stepped out of hiding to regard the gathered crowd. Shauna had attracted quite the male following, lewdly moaning and grinding atop the Super Bike MotoGP arcade machine.

She was humping the motorcycle, sliding her restless rump back and forth, smearing glistening juices all over the saddle. Her skimpy black skirt bunched higher with each swivel of her hips, presenting the lower globes of her firm buttocks to an appreciative audience.

Mia was ready to storm over and scold her shameless sidekick for acting like a silly slut when she noticed something…

Shauna was navigating the virtual race track like a three-sheets-to-the-wind drunk. She couldn’t handle turns, constantly weaved into other riders and impacted walls in game-ending collisions.

But every time she wiped out, one of the onlookers would tap their charge card against the machine's pay point, adding extra credits. A group of them were practically squabbling for the chance to keep the show going.

“Aaaw, like, thanks cutie! This is soooo much fun!”

A wicked, devious notion percolated in Mia’s frothing mind.

Boys were so stupid. Slaves to their hormonal urges, who’d do just about anything for the scarcest hint of boob or butt. More than a few were nursing boners, watching Shauna paint the saddle with her thong-clad snatch.

She obviously didn't notice or care about the hungry stares fixed on her.

Mia snapped a quick selfie, then scrutinized the result.

Pillowy candyfloss pink lips puckered and luxurious double lashes half-lidded; her duck face was on point. The way her unruly blanket of silver-blonde ringlets tumbled past her richly tanned shoulders like liquid moonlight to spill across the hefty golden orbs on her chest was more than eye-catching. With a protuberant nipple on the verge of slipping free from her heavily warped neckline, it was closer to eye gouging.

She looked and felt hotter to trot than a prize-winning filly.

Her entire body swayed as she prowled toward the concessions counter on her vinyl pink heels. Fleshy thighs sliding lubriciously together, wide hips rocking, and prominent tits all but bursting out of her slinky microdress–she blew the pimply teen attendant a kiss, then swiped some candy.

The kid only blushed and stammered incoherently when she sauntered away without paying.

The throng around Shauna made a path for Mia, as if she were a celebrity walking the red carpet. They got cheeky smirks and suggestive winks in return and groaned en masse when she bent at the waist to adjust an ankle strap.

One audience member started to wheeze before the puff of an asthma inhaler steadied his breathing.

Primitive apes, all of them. Lonely sheep begging to be fleeced.

“There you are, girl. Gee, aren’t you little Miss Popular?” She greeted her friend. Shauna’s innocent gaze was misty and distant. “I think we’ve had enough of this game. Let someone else have a turn.”

“She… she doesn’t have to stop.” Objected a reedy teenager wearing a Dragonball t-shirt. “We’ve got her covered, no problem. She can keep going, right?”

“Mia? Oh, Mia… I’m having the best time.” The shiny redhead giggled, collapsing against Mia when she dragged her off the motorbike. “Everyone is acting so kind to me and paying for my games. Do I really have to stop?”

She was still squirming erratically–stinking of sweat and feminine sex–as their lush figures smooshed into each other. Shauna’s creamy hooters were larger than hers, and the randy skank pushed them into Mia’s face in a crushing embrace.

“She can keep playing…”

“Yeah, we don’t mind.”

“Please don’t make her leave…”

The protesting mob hushed when the two locked eyes, their parted lips a finger’s width apart. Sapphic tension crackled between them, and the electronic hubbub of the arcade faded into background noise.

“Gosh, Mia. You’re, like, super pretty now.” Shauna breathed, stooping to claim the inevitable kiss. “Mmmm-ooomph!”

Her husky purr ended abruptly when Mia shoved a grape-flavored ring pop in her mouth. The brainless slut instantly began slurping on it like a pacifier.

“Suck on that, girl. You’ll need it ‘cause we’re done with these kiddy games.”

“Yesh, Mia.”

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