A slutty sexpot!

"Slutty sexpot! Slutty sexpot!" You are a little embarrassed by how quickly...and loudly you answer. Even your goth gurlfriend's glare isn't enough to keep passerby's from staring and snickering. Blushing, you are shocked by your bawdy boldness. Then again, after being publicly outed as a cocksucker, caged, and having the cum fucked out of you countless times, it's a little late for false modesty. You aren't sure exactly who the new you is...but you know she wants to look even sexier and sluttier than any girl Vanessa ever mooned over. And if it happens to make all your former bullies blue balled wishing they were the one fucking the cum out of you, that doesn't hurt your feelings too bad either.

"Nice! Sluts are my favorite kind of people." Vanessa posts up for a high five and you reflexively return it, giggling giddily as you make your way to the far end of the mall, where the seedier stores are stashed. You never had the courage to go this far in the mall, too worried someone would see you and get the wrong idea. Now you walk past perverts and predators perched in wait and you are so glad they can see you, and a twisted part of you hopes they get the RIGHT idea, knowing that Vanessa will keep them from acting on their illicit instincts.

"This place is perfect for a slut like you." Vanessa leads you to 'The Enchanted Forest', a franchise of the sluttiest stripper wear and sex toys. You walk in and your caged cock immediately screams and sobs for releif as you see all the barely there costumes and lusty lingerie. You are like a kid in a candy store, pulling off corsets and thongs, bras and stockings, slutty schoolgirl outfits and hotpants and tube tops and every assortment of alluring cockbait a whore could whimper for. Porn is playing on massive monitors lining the walls, but a remaining scrap of shyness keeps you from looking too closely.

"Welcum to Enchanting Furries, a place where wet dreams cum true." You turn to see a ditzy, **** out looking shopgirl that looks like a blowup doll come to life. Her name tag reads 'Diana' and hangs off heaving H-cup udders barely stuffed into a tight tank top. Her skirt is so short you can see her considerable cock crammed inside her pink panties. She looks so vacant and tortured, yet so hot and horny. You look to Vanessa who just shrugs and smiles as if she is used to this level of depravity.

"Wow. These are great choices. Can I help you try me on? I mean try them on? Tee Hee" Diana giggles but doesn't seem amused as she leads you to the back of the store, deep down twisting hallways to the fitting rooms. You can hear muffled moans of men and women and comely creatures in between. You suppose these 'fitting rooms' are for fitting in more than clothes. The thought makes your imprisoned pricklette cry tears of frustrated lust.

Diana smiles stupidly and licks her lips. "So, do you need like help taking off your clothes...I mean trying out my cock...I mean MOAN you know..." you glance down and see her cock has almost snapped her panties from the **** of her swelling. You are sorely tempted to take her up on her offer to help you out. Vanessa did give you the go ahead...sort of. Still, there is something off about this one...and just because you are dressing like you are open to every hard prick with a pulse doesn't mean you have to act like it.

(A special no prize goes out to the first to place the shopgurl from one of my other stories)