Madeline is readied

"Okay, Miss Madeline!" you chirp as you drag the high heel-hobbled woman over to the bright lights of the Women's restroom's mirrored vanity. "I think we need to apply another coat of lipstick, so you'll be ready for your gentlemen callers!" you smirk as you open the makeup case in your little handbag and produce a particularly whorish red color called 'Nasty Nites' and apply it liberally to the full lips of your captive's teary-eyed face.

"You just look so sexy!" you exclaim, clasping your hands together near your face and smiling at the middle-aged woman as you take in your handiwork.

Madeline simply stands there as you make a few last minute adjustments, pushing her mature, full, tits up even higher in the vintaged denim bustier, straightening the seam of her tight little miniskirt.

"Y'know," you say thoughtfully, a finger to your dimpled cheek, "the guys may be too shy to look in the Women's restroom, I think we should move to the Men's room."

Madeline looks at you through the tinted sunglasses she still wears, simply aghast at the prospect of entering the Men's room in the Stone Wall Mall. She says nothing in rebuke, of course. Neither does she move as fast as you'd like.

"Come on, Maddy! Your son will be waiting!" you remind as you stand near the restroom's exit.

This further reminder of what you have in store for her doesn't encourage the middle-aged mother to proceed any quicker.

Peeved, you march back over to where Madeline still stands, your furry platform boots' heels resounding loudly on the pink mosaic tilettes.

"You leave me ****, young lady!" the irony of what you've just said thick in your voice as you reach into the simple plastic shopping bag from the pet store.

Madeline's blood-red lips move, but nothing comes out, as she watches you attach the strong leather lead to her collar.

"Come on!" you bark to the woman, yanking on the leash that pulls at the tight collar around her neck. Madeline finally stumbles after you, and the two of you cross the deserted hall to the entrance of the Men's restroom.

You make Madeline wait just behind the entrance's outer partition as you peek out into the hallway. Finally seeing the two young men heading down the hall, you motion to them, making sure you got their attention.

As they make their way towards you, you find a 'Closed for Cleaning' pylon near the lavatory's entrance and stand it outside the heavy door before you usher the woman inside the Mens' restroom.

"Holy shit!" the eighteen-year-old exclaims when he and his twenty-year old buddy come around the inner partition of the restroom.

You stand there, in front of the urinals, a recessed light shining down upon your golden hair, your head cocked to one side invitingly, a big smile on your face. You think you probably look to them, in their post-adolescent fantasies, like some barbarian queen, with your sun-kissed boobs pushing out the skimpy suede halter, and your golden legs on display beneath the angled cut of your buckskin miniskirt until they disappear inside the furry confines of your knee-high platform boots. Of course, adding to the look, is the prize you have on the leash slung over your shoulder.

You felt Madeline shudder against your left calf as the hunky guy she had identified as her son Michael exclaimed his profanity upon their entrance. Now you watch as both young college guys sport erections as they look to the voluptuous brunette cowering at your feet. You know, even though her features are hidden by her sunglasses and straight hair, that they cannot miss the overflowing ivory cleavage or the smooth curves of her displayed legs.

"This was the friend I was telling you about!" you exclaim, as if you were talking casually about the weather. "She's never tried two cocks at one time!" you smile, feeling Madeline tug a little at the leash upon hearing your announcement. "In case you haven't guessed, she likes it doggy-style!" You can't help but snicker.

The guys step forward cautiously, unable to believe their luck. They look around, expecting to find a camera somewhere.

"What say, boys? Will you two handsome men help me fulfill my friend's birthday wish?"