Get away, and clear your head

Nope.

Nope, nope, nope.

You were NOT dealing with this right now. That woman was insane, and despite how attractive you might've found her, you were not in the mental state to deal with her shenanigans. Especially after that absolutely wild dream you just had. In a matter of seconds, you managed to find the strength to get to your feet and make your way around Janice without a moment to spare, completely flushing all of her confusion and complaints out of your mind.

You hear her voice carry as she obnoxiously inquires as to why you would, "So, like, RUDELY," walk away from her like that.

Before long, however, the woman's bratty voice dissipates into the buzz of the complex, a wave of relief overcoming you as you lose Janice in the crowd of people. The normal distaste you'd have at bumping into the wave of strangers that usually occupy the mall is completely outweighed by the desire to get away from your ex. After walking for quite a bit longer than you probably needed to, your innate knowledge of the mall guiding you towards the center of it, you finally step out of the stream of civilians, your breathing somewhat labored due to the intensity which you had escaped with.

Taking a moment to even your breathing, you observe your surroundings. In the large, center spot of the mall, a large dome ceiling arched above you. A series of nearly a dozen stores lined the walls of the place, along with four distinct exit halls; leading to the shape of the segment of the building to be an octagon. The one hall you'd just come from, the South Hall, was right beside you. Opposite to that was one that led to the food court. Along with two other halls, you remember the one to your right being the one that led to your former place of work, and the one across from that leading to some more mundane clothing/family appliance stores. To the right of you, there was a family arguing about something or another, the specifics being consumed by the purr of the familiar building. Across from you, there was a couple sitting on one of the benches that circled a massive fountain, resting for a moment. Close by them were two women next to a stand selling glasses, with one on her knees behind the other. And just a few feet away, there was a hot-dog mascot waving a sign in front of a little fast-food establishment.

Yes, everything seemed, completely and totally...

Off?

Shaking your head, there was a feeling you couldn't shake. It wasn't necessarily a bad sensation, just entirely OFF. Why did it feel like every woman you saw had... something going on with their wardrobe, below the pants? A pair of stiletto heels just casually clicking on the tiled floor, latex stockings hugging up to the thighs, more than a few pairs of designer shoes. Some women were even entirely barefoot. It's like they were going out of their way to pay special attention to their wardrobe when it came to their feet.

The memories of that dream race back into your mind, encouraging you to take a slower double-take of the few people close to you. Your eyes stop before reaching the mascot this time, though, falling on the two girls you'd noticed before. How... had you not paid more attention to that, the first time!? Maybe it was because nobody else was giving it an exceptional amount of attention, either? It looked like the fair-skinned blonde that was kneeling had the petite, dark-skinned, frizzy-haired girl's skirt lifted up. You couldn't see exactly what was going on, the black-haired girl being the closest to you, but judging by the smaller girl's expression it was absolutely something you wouldn't have seen before today. At least, not in public.

Approaching the pair curiously, you manage to see what's actually happening before you fully reach them. The back of a little purple skirt was resting on top of a tight blonde ponytail, and a pair of black and white striped panties were around the coffee-colored girl's thighs. With an amount of enthusiasm that was almost contagious, you saw dark red lipstick stains being applied to the petite woman's asshole.

Shocked by the whole situation, there was certainly a part of you feels somewhat relieved. At least you didn't have to spend too much time questioning that dream. Well, you guess it wasn't really a dream, at this point. Seeing a woman lick another woman's asshole with the subtlety of a lawnmower at sunrise in the middle of a crowded mall, mixed with the fact both women were wearing heels that were normally reserved for ballroom dances, while the only people that seemed to notice aside from the three of you only did so with passing apathy kind of explained everything you needed to know.

As you stood there, drooling and staring like a dunce, the white girl... European, by the sound of her accent, must've noticed you nearby. Only temporarily halting her oral **** on the other girl's asshole for a moment, to pull back and speak, she chimes, "Hello!" lick, lick, "I'm Kathy!"

"Jenna," the other girl groans in a much softer voice, accompanied by a small wave.

"What's..." slorp, "up? You need somethin' from one of us?"

Kathy looks at you inquisitively, as she starts delicately circling the inner softness of Jenna's back entrance with her tongue. Standing there in indescribably horny awe, you're suddenly put on the spot.