Nope!

(This is a smut chapter.)

“Not a chance, Samantha,” you say flatly. This stuff is the exact _opposite _of what you’re looking for. If this is the best Samantha could find in this depraved labyrinth of a clothing store, then you’re just going to have to go somewhere else. You walk towards your clothes to get changed, but your friend pulls you back into place in front of the mirror.

“Just look Emilia. Look at that sexy piece of ass in the mirror. That’s you! You’re a perfect ten in this dress. You know that right?”

You can’t deny, “sexy” is probably a good term for what you’re looking at. You don’t think it’s any exaggeration to say that you could probably turn every head in Rifure Town looking like this. Hehehe… Everyone’s eyes on you… Basking in everyone’s attention… No. No! That’s not what you’re here for. An attitude like that will just make your problem of being molested in public even worse.

“I’m not getting it. I know you like it Sam, but it’s not what I’m looking for at all.” You really hate disappointing her like this. She picked it out just for you after all, but it’s just not what you wanted.

“Oh, you don’t understand. I’m not taking no for an answer.” Huh? In an amazing feat of dexterity, Samantha pulls your panties down, slips something elongated up into your pussy, then pulls your underwear back up around your waist to secure the object in place. You’re not left to wonder what’s inside you for long, as it starts to buzz pleasantly against your walls.

“SAMANTHA!!!” you squeal as you reach down to dislodge the vibrator. Unfortunately, both of your hands are intercepted, and Samantha pulls them straight up until your arms are pulled taut.

“We’re going to play a game now,” Samantha explains. “It’s called Make Emilia Cum Until She Becomes More Agreeable. You remember how to play, right? It’s pretty self-explanatory.” Uh…! You DO remember this game… Your record isn’t exactly stellar, though…

Strength Check: Failed!

You try moving your arms in every direction to break free from Samantha’s grasp, but in the end you have nothing to show for it. Why does everyone have to be taller and stronger than you? Well, if you can’t get your arms free, you’ll just have to use your legs. You lift one leg up and fire it directly backwards into your assailant’s shin! …Except you miss entirely. And you squeeze down on the toy inside of you in the process, causing you to gasp sharply.

You’re punished for your attack as Samantha swings her leg around your hips and steps on your foot. “Ow ow ow…” you whine.

“Let’s play nice, okay?” Samantha says in a sickly sweet voice. In the interest of your poor foot, you agree.

She removes her foot, and you tilt your head back against Samantha’s shoulder as a sudden rush of sensation hits you. The relief in your foot somehow intensifies the vibrations in your pussy, causing you to dampen your insulting panties and drone out a long, low moan. Your friend apparently takes this as her cue to get a bit talkative.

“Hey Emilia, remember that time you sucked dick in the middle of the mall?” Oh right, how could you forget the time you lost a bet by missing all ten coins you tried flipping into the wishing fountain from the 3rd floor. And had to suck dick because of it. Your nipples are as hard as rocks as you recall your awful performance. “That was fun,” she continues. “Of course, you had no clue how to give a blowjob, so I had to help you like the great friend I am. You don’t have to thank me.” You bite your lip to fight back any embarrassing sounds as you remember Samantha’s help, which consisted of smacking your ass and shoving your head back and forth at an absurd speed. Oh, and she helped the winner think of names to call you as he facefucked you.

“The best part was everybody recording you with their cell phone. No angle was left uncaught!” People were recording!? You had no idea! The sudden realization pushes you into an unexpected orgasm, your eyes wide as you try to process both Samantha’s words, and the fact that they made you cum. Glancing at the mirror, you see a confused girl, trembling gently in the grasp of another smiling girl. The rules of this game definitely aren’t in your favor. Hopefully Samantha will get bored soon if you don’t crack fast enough…

“That did it for you, huh? I always knew you had a thing for being caught on camera,” Samantha says. “Hey hey, remember that time you bet a guy you could outbench him?” No not that!

Strength Check: Failed!

You shake your arms fervently, trying to break free so you can cover your ears and forget the embarrassment, but it does nothing but remind you how sore they are from being stretched out this whole time.

“He was saying some preeeetty rude things about you, that’s for sure. I can understand you wanting to take him down a notch. It just would’ve helped if you had, you know, been able to bench more than 30 pounds.” The embarrassment, it burns! Your body is covered in a prickly heat, and your pussy is quickly becoming slick with juices, dripping liberally into your demeaning undergarment. Moans are starting to slip out of your mouth against your will, as if your body is determined to communicate its arousal to anyone who’ll listen.

“No, losing so badly probably didn’t help your case that you WEREN’T a scrawny weakling that he could toss around like a bag of rice. Well, either way, he proved it when he took his reward in front of everyone. I bet you were dizzy by the time he was done fucking you, huh? He was switching positions like it was nothing. You really were just a bag of rice to him!” The humiliation hits you like a brick wall, and your body is plunged into a frustrating climax. Your cunt squirts forcefully around the vibrator, making a mess of your pink panties as well as the floor below. Reflected in the mirror you see a girl clenching her teeth and shuddering as she starts to run out of steam. This game isn’t fair…

“Well, looks like you’ll be buying the panties at least,” Samantha states cheerfully. She leans in and whispers, “Most people expect you to buy their merchandise after you cum in it.” The myriad of moans and gasps forcing their way from your mouth keep you from replying. You can feel your walls clenching down on the toy as if trying to crush it, but it prevails, only stimulating you further with every squeeze. This thing gives you no reprieve in between orgasms, and you’re already close to another. Samantha will surely get bored soon, right…?

“Okay Emilia, you’re looking much more agreeable now, so let’s try this again. You’ll get the dress, right? I’m sure you’ll love it if you give it a chance!”