Lara Croft's Walk of Shame

The mall was busy on this sunny Saturday afternoon. Shoppers bustled in and out of stores, and the smell of various foods wafted through the air from the food court. Lara stood in the queue at the checkout counter of a trendy clothing boutique, feeling increasingly self-conscious with each passing minute.

Lara was checking herself out in a mirror by the changing rooms. Lara wore a tight crop top with a generous underboob cleavage, her areolas would be partly visible peeking out. She tried on a pair of tight leather pants, a few sizes too small, which clung to her voluptuous curves like a second skin. The material dug into her flesh, making each step uncomfortable and causing her to constantly adjust them. To make matters worse, the low waistline threatened to expose even more of her plush backside with every movement.

Lara tugged at the waistband, trying to keep the pants from sliding down further and revealing her ass crack. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as other shoppers glanced her way, likely taking in the spectacle of her nearly indecent attire. At the front of the pants, her thick bush of unshaven pubic hair peeked out above her waistline, further drawing attention to her most private areas.

She tried to subtly cover her crotch with one hand, hoping to minimize the exposure of her shaggy thatch. But it was a losing battle against the ill-fitting, revealing outfit she had insisted on trying on. Her ample breasts heaved with each shallow breath as she battled rising embarrassment and arousal.

Finally reaching the counter, Lara handed over the clothing items, still clutching the waist of her pants. The clerk, a young woman about Lara's age, smiled politely but couldn't help stealing glances at Lara's nearly bare buttocks. Lara shifted from foot to foot, her heels clicking on the tile floor.

"This was a mistake," Lara muttered to herself, her husky voice barely audible over the chatter of other customers. "I look like a bloody tart. But maybe… maybe that's not such a bad thing…" A wicked gleam entered her hazel eyes as she imagined the clerk's slender fingers grazing her exposed flesh while removing the price tags from such a scandalous purchase…