A Princess Dress for an Old Bully

Jake slouched back in his car seat, not even bothering to hold back the grin on his face. It was a powerful and somewhat malicious one. The kind of smirk you’d only see on someone with complete and utter confidence. That was the bone. It removed any sense of urgency from his mind. He could do anything he wanted now, after all. Hell, he could have fun right now if he wanted to, making people change or fight or fuck…

But no, right now he had one goal in mind. And that goal was to get ****. **** for the years and years of torment he had gone through. **** on the person responsible for those countless days of **** back in school. And to get that ****, he’d have to go to the mall.

He pulled up to the front entrance of the mall, stepping out of his car with the costume tucked in a plastic bag. It was a skimpy princess outfit, and one he had passed by many times in that costume store. It had caught his eye on more than one occasion, and now that he had the bone, he had no reason not to get it.

The costume consisted of six pieces. A large silver tiara made with tacky costume jewelry, a set of two elbow length gloves and two thigh-high socks, all four of which were white, and finally the gown. It was the centerpiece of the whole costume. A frilly pink princess dress that could only be described as something Princess Peach would wear in a porno. The skirt was cut to only about a quarter of the way down the thigh, meaning if the wearer bent over even the slightest amount, their entire ass would be on display. A corset was built into the dress, able to be tightened from the back, and the front had a massive heart shaped boob window, which would barely cover half of the average woman’s chest.

Oh yeah, Jake was gonna have some FUN this time~

As he stepped towards the mall’s entrance, he saw a pretty lean looking young woman absentmindedly texting while walking past him. He tapped her shoulder.

“Huh…?” She looked up to face him, still holding the phone up before her as if she were prepared to ignore him and keep walking. “You need something?” She spoke in a voice that seemed to suggest that whatever was on her phone was at least ten times as interesting as even looking at Jake.

“Actually, yeah, I do. What’s your name…?” He asked, before scoffing to himself internally, like he actually cared. “Eh, never mind. Your name is… Cumdump. Always has been.” He said, clutching the bone in his pocket. As it pulsed in his palm, she didn’t seem to even bat an eye at that comment, meaning that Jake had just cemented the name in her mind.

“Listen Cumdump, I need my car parked, but I don’t wanna deal with that shit. So from now on you’re my personal valet. Go park my car and then come here and wait till I come back. And maybe put a smile on that bitchy face while you’re at it… got that?” Jake said, that grin still plastered on his face. He felt the bone throbbing in his hand again as he tossed his car keys at her.

Cumdump caught the keys immediately, dropping her phone in the process. But she didn’t seem to care about that one bit, merely growing a wide and seductive smile on her face before saying, “Yes, Sir”, followed by promptly marching over to Jake’s car and driving off with it. Jake picked up her phone, tossing it into a trash can as he entered the mall.