For the moment, follow them

Although you could make a ruckus and try to get the attention of another store employee outside the changing room, they do have your money and clothes, and you figure best case scenario it's your word against the guys, and it's three against one even without the fact one of them is a store employee, added in with the fact you were teasing them all beforehand.

You push the door open gingerly and walk out, and all 3 of the guys have their eyes on you, and unlike before where you were in control, it's as if they're looking at you for the first time now, and you imagine what they're doing to you in their mind's eye, and you shiver as you feel them stare at your exposed legs, midriff, and cleavage.

"Put those on." Timmy motions to a box on a bench facing the mirror that you've been using as your toy the whole day, and as you move to sit down on the bench, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and again, you shiver - it's worse then you thought. Oliver and Timmy's friend are standing in the aisles, blocking some of the public view of you in your skimpy outfit.

You open the box, and there's a pair of red high heeled shoes in your size in there, with a couple of straps. You pull one out and start to put it on, but Timmy stops you.

"Allow me." He kneels in front of you, and you roll your eyes as he extends your left leg out, spreading your thighs unecessarily so he can kneel in the middle of your legs. You shudder, as his touch is charged against your skin with how recently you almost had an orgasm, and you haven't quite come down from your high just yet.

He runs his hands up and down your calves before he places the shoe on your left foot, massaging it as you struggle not to react every time he touches you. He takes his time doing a couple of straps on the shoe, but eventually it's on, and he runs his hands up and down your legs again as he speaks.

"That good?" He's past your knee right now, and he moves the hem of your skirt up just slightly, and you see his gaze is anywhere but your face right now.

"Yes." you whisper in reply, not trusting yourself to speak any louder as you eye him nervously, and he moves to your other leg, again placing his hands around your knee, encircling it before moving down your leg to your foot, and you involuntarily push yourself into him, trying to make him touch you more. He laughs, and again takes his sweet time putting the other shoe on. Out of the corner of your eye, as you look around for rescue, you see a middle aged man walking aimlessly through, apparently either looking for something for his wife, killing time, or both.

The guys either haven't seen him yet, or don't care, and eventually Timmy gets the shoe on, before placing his hands on both of your legs, and you feel everywhere he touches as he spreads them further, your skirt riding higher, daring to expose you to the store, and he stops just short of that, when his hands glide up to your thighs, just below the hem, and he starts massaging them, only now looking into your eyes. You look away breathlessly, but he moves his fingers under the hem of your skirt.

"Look at me."

You meet his gaze daringly, but your short breaths leave no doubt about who's in control right now, as your body yearns again for release, not caring where you are right now. Your hands start to move, but the guys move in from the sides and grab your arms, and you start to writhe and Timmy inches higher.

"What do you want me to do, Joy?" His voice is a whisper, and you look desperately at the man, who's back is to you now as he idly looks at a selection of jackets.

"Do you want me to go higher?"

"....yes." you whisper.

"I couldn't hear you." he taunts.

"Yes." you whisper again, but Timmy grabs your thighs now painfully, but your gasp is not entirely in pain as he talk again.

"No. Louder. What do you want me to do to you? Out here, in the open?"

"...I want you to masturbate me. **** me. Make me cum." You say loud enough that the guys can hear, and Timmy pulls away, nodding at the guys as he stand up beside you, shamelessly looking down your top.

"No. You do it." He nods at the mirror. "But you have to look in the mirror. Watch what you're doing to yourself." He adds menacingly. "Unless you don't want your money or clothes back."

Someone could happen upon what you're doing, but the 3 guys are blocking many viewing angles (mostly to get a better look themselves), and since your hands are idly wandering down there anyways, you spread your legs, placing your hands in your thighs. Timmy yanks you to your feet, and you almost stumble as you stand up.

"I want you standing up when you do this."

Although you're very horny, you don't feel like exposing your pussy in a public store mirror, so you bend over carefully, which instead gives the mirror a nice view down your tied up blouse and chest, and while it's very obvious what you're doing, you eventually slip a finger up your skirt and inside you, and your eyes shut briefly in bliss before the nameless black friend spanks your ass.

"Open."

You look at yourself, one hand on your knee and the other inside of you, bent down in a short skirt, heels, and tied up blouse in a public department store, and although this pose tires you, your other hand wanders up to your tits, and you brush it over a nipple as you pump two fingers into yourself wantonly.

"More. Don't hold back." Timmy's moved in front of you now, and has opened his cell phone, recording your public humiliation. Your eyes widen briefly, but Timmy shakes his head. "Mirror, not me."

You stare at yoursef, and the guys eyes in the mirror, and you see their lust growing as you start tweaking your breasts, first through the blouse, and then under it as Timmy's friend moves your hand under the blouse. His brief touch is electric, and even as your legs start to tire due to your self stimulation and the way you're standing on high heels, you feel it building in you again, the high leading to what promises to be a mind blowing orgasm.

As you squeeze your breast, and place three fingers inside of yourself, out of the corner of your eye you see the man looking at you from your right, walking inside of your vision. You start to mouth help, but Oliver speaks for the first time.

"Look at him. Let him watch you."

Desperately, you meet his gaze while you keep up your public masturbation, but he does nothing but gape at you like a fool, his eyes running up and down your mostly exposed body, starting at your breasts as your minisrations continue to loosen the blouse.

Eventually, you have to close your eyes as you get close to release, and you start gasping again...and just as you're about to orgasm in the middle of a public store wearing nothing but a blouse and skirt, the guys pull your hands away. You writhe desperately, but there's no give in their grips as the man walks uselessly away, the show over, and Oliver motions the guys towards a door a few steps away from the changing room. He unlocks it, and he walks in, the guys forcing you in behind him.

It's a storage room of some sort, apparently for the shoes as you reflect on the many boxes on racks and shelves throughout many aisles. Your heels clack against the cold concrete floor, and there's a smell of dust in the frigid air, which you can feel against every inch of your exposed skin, and you realize now how much you're really showing the guys now - even your pussy is feeling the cold as the guys stop dragging you in an open area near one of the walls.

Oliver grabs a nearby shoebox, opening it, revealing your tanktop, pajama pants, and underwear. "You'll get this back when we've had our fun with you." He places it back on a shelf - just a bit too high for you to get at yourself, and turns to you grimly, as the guys close in around you, and you feel their heat, their eyes, everything.

Timmy places the phone on one of the shelves, attempting to get a view of everything "Omar, get your phone recording too - I want to see everything we do to this slut." You shiver at his dirty talking, and the black friend does the same thing to a shelf on the side, getting out his phone before turning back to you.

Strangely, you find yourself getting more turned on, and not less, as you bite your lip innoently, pretending to back away from them, and you gasp when you finally hit the wall behind you, even though you knew it was there, and you know now there is no escape from what's comign.