Rachel masturbates to Eve's slutty clothes

They hit the first store and Rachel let the girl go wild. Eve was instinctively drawn to the most revealing articles, little itty bits of crop tops and denim, thongs in bright, candy colors. It was like the girl had never truly been allowed to explore her sexuality before.

Rachel trailed after, watching the way she held a skirt up to her waist that was no more than a wide belt. The little slut had no idea how fuckable she looked, or maybe she did, and that was even more delicious. Rachel pretended to browse, but her attention was glued to the changing stall whenever Eve went in there, waiting to see what she’d come out looking like.

“Hey, Rach?” Eve’s voice, tentative. “Does this look stupid?

Rachel looked, and her tongue actually pressed to the roof of her mouth to keep from moaning. Eve stood in a tiny plaid skirt, pleats barely brushing the crack of her ass. The top was a mesh, long-sleeve, black and see-through, under which her plain white bra was on full display. The effect was schoolgirl gone whore, and Rachel wanted to drop to her knees and eat the girl out right then and there in the mall.

“Holy shit, you look insane,” Rachel breathed, then caught herself, reining in the pervert inside for the sake of subtlety. “Like, in the best possible way. I bet it’d drive all the boys insane.”

“You don’t think it’s too revealing?” Eve asked.

Rachel shook her head. “Your dad might not like it, but he’s a prude. And this trip is all about claiming your own power, right?”

Eve preened, tucking her chin, but Rachel saw a tight-lipped smile twitch up at the corner of her mouth. She went back in the stall, and five seconds later, Rachel heard the zipper and the soft swish of panties coming down. The sound went straight to Rachel’s clit.

She snuck her phone out of her purse. The camera lens fit perfectly in the crack at the side of the door. Rachel snapped a quick burst: Eve bent at the waist, ass bare, skirt flipped up as she shimmied out of it. The girl’s ass was freckled, heart-shaped, the tiniest gap between her thighs. Rachel’s hand dropped to her own waistband, thumb flicking open the button. She pressed a palm against her cunt, feeling the heat and slickness bleed through cotton.

Eve tried on a different top, neon green, tighter than the last. She called for Rachel’s opinion. Rachel tried to keep her breath steady as she encouraged Eve each time, pushing her subtlety to go a little sluttier, a little more whorish with each outfit. Every time she went back into the changing room, Rachel snapped another photo, then another, until her phone was full of forbidden candids. All of which would no doubt be sent to John later.

Eventually, Rachel couldn’t help it. She slid her hand past the waist of her pants, two fingers shoved inside her cunt as she spied through the changing room gap in the stall. She pressed her thumb to her clit and circled, slow, as she watched Eve’s pale, athletic body squirm into a set of baby-blue panties, the elastic biting into the roundness of her ass.

Rachel snapped a video. She texted it to John, who responded in seconds with a single blue bubble: “what the fuck.”

Rachel smirked, and texted back. “Your little girl is a whore.”

There was no reply.

She started to lose count of the outfits. Each one was more revealing than the last. By the time Eve emerged in a bodycon dress that clung to every inch, Rachel’s cunt was practically weeping, and she had to clench her thighs to keep from cumming right there in the store.

“You know,” Eve said as they walked to the check out. “Most people think I’m just a stuck up bitch. I feel like you’re the only person who really gets what it’s like.”

Rachel’s heart twisted. The urge to ruin this girl was so intense she could taste it.

“I more than get it,” Rachel said. “I was a hot teenager who grew up in the suburbs. You gotta study and go to practice and be a good girl and all that… But you’re also one of the hottest girl in the entire county. You should get to have some fun with that.”

Eve smiled.

They checked out with a ludicrous haul, most of it destined to drive John insane. Rachel felt a wild kind of triumph, the thrill of having corrupted both father and daughter, each in their own way.