Get to the Bleachers

I was planning a visit to the mall but I didn’t have time if I was to be at the bleachers by 8:30.

Taking a cue from Tina and Steph, I went looking for a tight top. Nothing I had really seemed to fit, or rather not fit, until I found an plain black T-shirt. Five minutes with a pair scissors gave me a suitable crop top. I then slit it up the middle and tied off the two ends. It wasn’t Dee’s “Cumslut” top, but it would do.

A pair of black ankle-boots would do until I found some fuck-me pumps and fishnets. However, I still needed something to wear between, at least until I got under bleachers.

A search of my dresser turned up nothing suitable and the closet seemed little more helpful. I contemplated taking the scissors to one of my regular skirts when something crumpled up in a ball caught my eye. A pair of shorts that I had bought few summers ago were wadded up at the back of a drawer. They were wrinkled and dirty, and they were tight. The legs, already short when I bought them were almost cut-off length on me now. The crotch pressed up against my pussy and as I slowly pulled the zipper up I felt myself getting wet almost immediately.

I had never gone in for makeup in a big way before, but a heavy application of blue eyeshadow and deep red lipstick seemed the right way to go. I studied my appearance in the mirror. It was close but not quite there. Turning my attention to accessories I picked out a pair of dangly earrings, they would suffice until I had time to pick out a proper set of hoop earrings. A heavy silver necklace and a hoop chain belt hung around my neck and waist.

Now it seemed perfect. Where last night I had been a jail-bait schoolgirl, this morning I was a trashy little slut. All I needed was a pair of ripped fishnets and a line of fresh cocks and I could spend a day on my knees in an alley, servicing anyone and everyone who passed by. The very thought of sucking and swallowing, with an endless line of dicks spewing their fuck-juice in my face almost brought me to my knees.