Head over to Express

You know Britney is pretty classy, so what is classier than Express? From the directory, you know it's straight ahead.

In Express, you feel a little out of place, standing next to $200 outfits in your shirt/shorts ensemble that cost you the better part of $20. Nonetheless, you look around feigning interest in women's clothing.

From the group of girls folding clothes in the center, you spot one with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. She's wearing heels, an Abercrombie miniskirt, and a button-down shirt. Could this be Britney? As you walk closer, you believe that you have found her! Niceee.

"Hey!" you call out. Of the girls who look your way, Britney is the only one who locks eyes with you through her purple contacts. She smiles and turns around to meet you.

"Hi John! I'm glad you managed to find me in this big mall!" she exclaims. Walking up to you, her 5'1" frame comes up to your chest. 'Small girl' you think to yourself. Those thoughts are dismissed as you look down at the 32b cleavage poking out through her button down and black lacy bra. Your eyes glance back up to her face as she starts to say something.

"Hey, this is perfect! Do you think you can do me a favor?" she asks.

"Sure, anything" you reply.

"There's this cocktail dress that I've been looking at alllll day, and I've been wanting a second opinion on it. Do you mind...?" You look at the dress she is referring to, with no back and a V-line plunging down to the waist. Damn this is going to be hot.

"But weren't we going to go meet your friend soon" you ask, a poor attempt at being a gentleman as you feel a hard on coming on.

"Oh, that's true..." she says, a little disappointed.