They do, but not without complications...

The door flew open as Jennifer barreled through it first. Mary was only a stride or two behind her, eyes full of determination. Lacey rushed through a moment later, pivoting on her feet to throw the door back into place as soon as she had cleared it. She slammed the door just as the first gruff “Hey” drifted towards them from the group soaking Angela with cum reached their ears. No commands reached them though. The plan was a success.

Well, for the most part.

Lacey had become exceptionally good at moving in high heels since the shift in her social status. A pair of stilettos—plus a hopelessly short pencil skirt and pasties—had practically been her uniform during the final few weeks of her remedial teaching career. And, even at a better school, she still had to deal with plenty of harassment, including involuntary cosplay sessions. But, even with her honed talent, hurtling from a full-speed rush into a turning stop was too much to handle, and Lacey found herself falling towards to the cold cement as her momentum carried her around.

Lacey’s plush, voluptuous body was not made of rubber. As she fell towards the unyielding stone floor, she was sure she was about to break a bone, or at least sprain her ankle. And she was right. With a heavy slam, she thudded down, allowing her momentum to carry her along slightly before slapping her arm down to stop her **** roll towards the wall. Mary and Jen hadn’t stopped. They’d probably already rounded the next corner, not realizing their friend had collapsed.

Lacey lay for a moment, her eyes tightly shut as she focused on drowning out the shooting pain flowing from her ankles, arm, and side. The sound of a nearby door opening snapped her back to attention. A young college-aged man in a blue and white striped uniform hurriedly bustled towards her. He was a bit overweight, his stomach stretching the slightly-too small blouse so that his overly large white undershirt peeked out when he bent over. His mousey facial features scrunched up with concern as he crouched down by the nearly nude blonde.

“Are you ok? Can you move, miss?” He squeaked out, his eyes darting over her body. Lacey could tell that he was doing his best to assess her injuries, though he was clearly hung up on her exposed figure just as much. He seemed obviously shy, the nerves of talking to a woman so attractive clearly giving him trouble speaking properly. If she wasn’t in so much pain, she would probably have chuckled at the sweet attempt at consideration.

Lacey tried getting up, the pain still coursing through her ankles. The best she could manage was propping herself upright on one arm, lying up on her undamaged side.

“Not really. I think I wrecked my ankles. Probably shouldn’t stand up right now.”

“Yeah, of course. Um, I’m sorry if this is rude, but you’re doing the Mall Challenge, right? From your outfit? Uh, if you’re hurt, you probably should stop doing that.”

“You’re fine. I don’t really want to do it. I just don’t want to lose.”

His long, curly brown hair almost bounced around his face as his head bobbed in surprise. “You don’t want to do it? Then why are you here?”

“Because there’s always a bigger fish.” Lacey wryly replied.

“Oh…” He paused for a moment, fidgeting. He shot to his feet and quickly flipped a switch by the door service door the girls had come in through before returning to her side. “So, I’m not technically supposed to do this, but I’d hate to just leave you here. Everybody who works here knows what those bikinis mean. Even if you’re injured, I don’t think some of the guys here would leave you alone. Would you like me to help you get out of the way for a bit?”

Lacey considered her options. If she stayed, then she’d get caught like Angela by at least one store’s employees. If she left, then it’d just be one fat nerd to worry about. She decided to take her chances.

“Sure. Thanks. I’m Lacey. What’s your name?”

“My name is Waylon.” He shyly responded, nervously scratching his face.

Before she could say anything else, Waylon had scooped Lacey up in a bridal carry. She let out a gasp in pain and surprise as she was jostled into place in his arms. His arms were surprisingly strong.

“Hang on. I’ll get you out of here.”

Lacey wasn’t sure where they were going, but she hoped she’d fair better than Angela once she got there.