She is obedient

Layla stood frozen in the fitting room, the curtain still pulled back just enough that anyone walking past could see inside. Naked as the day she was born, her boobs and pussy were covered with the latest in hand-kini technology. She fought the urge to fondle herself, deciding now was NOT the time nor place to get off.

Emi had wandered off toward the clearance rack near the back, humming something tuneless as her fingers danced over hangers. Layla watched in horror as her roommate seemed to be taking a needlessly long time picking clothes out.

The sole other shopper in the store was a little old lady, who had now migrated from the cardigans to a display of scarves near the middle of the store. She was close now, maybe fifteen feet away, her thin fingers examining a paisley scarf with the kind of unhurried attention that only the truly retired could afford.

Layla sucked in a breath and pressed herself against the back mirror of the fitting room, trying to disappear into the shadows. The cold of it pressed against her bare skin, causing her to shudder and let out a tiny squeak of a moan. The tri-part mirror was angled just so that she and anyone who walked past her could see her naked body from all angles.

The elderly woman would now be in line of sight with the dressing room. The Latina could only barely see the edge of the woman from where she had pressed her body against the walls. Don't look over here, don't look over here, don't look over here!

The elderly woman picked up a paisley scarf and held it to her cheek, testing the fabric. Then she turned, painfully slow, as her gaze swept across the store.

Layla held her breath.

The woman's eyes passed over the fitting rooms. She paused. Her expression was unseeable from this angle.

Layla's heart stopped.

But then the woman turned back to the scarves, apparently satisfied that whatever she'd seen wasn't worth investigating further. Layla exhaled, a shaky, silent breath that left her lightheaded. She barely noticed that her fingers, which had been shielding the most intimate part of her anatomy, had become invaders themselves.

She glanced over at Emi, who was now examining a rack of dresses with the same casual interest she'd shown the blouses. She seemed entirely unbothered by the fact that her best friend was standing butt-ass-naked in a public fitting room with the curtain open.

"Emi," Layla tried hissing, trying desperately to get Emi's attention. "Can I please close the curtain now? Just a little?"

"No," Emi said without looking up. "You're fine."

"I'm not fine—"

"Layla." Emi's voice was still light, but there was an edge to it now. "You're paying off your debt, remember? And you're doing so well. Don't ruin it now."

Layla's mouth snapped shut. She could feel the familiar warmth stirring again, that treacherous heat that seemed to bloom whenever Emi told her what to do. The intruding fingers were now working slowly and rhythmically inside her.

She looked at herself in the mirror again. Her face was flushed a deeper red than she thought possible, her left hand was moving in a pseudo-circular motion, and she was drenched in sweat. Her mouth was agape in what looked like a silent moan.

I'm not enjoying this, she told herself. I can stop!

The lie tasted bitter in her mind, as she stood there, definitely not stopping.

The elderly woman finished with the scarves and began her slow migration toward the back of the store. Toward the intimate apparel section. Toward the fitting rooms.

Toward Layla.

Oh no. Oh no no no.

The woman's sensible shoes clicked against the hardwood floor. As they drew closer, Layla squeezed her eyes shut. Notably, she did not stop masturbating.

Layla squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the gasp, the scandalized comment, the inevitable "Excuse me, young lady," or the "I am calling the cops, you... you WHORE!"

Instead, she was saved.

"Mrs. Abernathy!"

The voice cut through the store like a knife through butter. Layla's eyes flew open.

The sole store employee had materialized near the intimate apparel section, her smile wide and professional, though her eyes still tired-looking. She was holding up a silk robe in a deep plum color. Her gaze was locked onto Layla's own for a second, revealing that she had been seen.

"I found that robe you were asking about last week," the employee said, her voice warm. "We just got it in. Would you like to see it in the natural light by the window?"

Mrs. Abernathy's attention shifted immediately. "Oh, yes, of course. I've been thinking about that robe for days."

The two women walked toward the front of the store, their conversation fading into the soft jazz that played overhead. Layla watched them go, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

That was close. That was so close. You know what was also close? The orgasm that Layla had felt intensify the second she realized she had been seen.

Layla was in it now. She shut her eyes again and let her mind wander as she went over the edge and came. Fortunately, she didn't squirt and create an additional mess to go with the rest of the embarrassment. As she lazily opened her eyes after finding that sweet relief, she saw Emi standing there with the employee.

Both women had phones out and had clearly been recording her.

"I- This-" the naked Latina tried to stutter out some excuse or explanation, but the bored-looking employee just turned to Emi.

"Ok, girl, that show just bought you an hour of playtime in here. Just try to be more discreet ok?"

"Thank you so much, Maggie," Emi said, giving this older woman a wink and a smile. "If we aren't feel free to punish us how you see fit!"

Layla was frozen in place. She had not only just been seen, but filmed, masturbating in public. Before she had a chance to spiral out over it, Emi reached out and twisted her nipple.

"Earth to Layla, wake up!"

"OW!" That sure snapped her out of it. "Emi, what the fuck? You didn't tell me I would get recorded! I didn't agree to be seen by anybody!"

The asian girl just stared back at her, flatly. "Girl, I don't know how to tell ya, but you didn't set any of the terms for this agreement. Not a one. Didn't even sign anything. If you wanna leave and call it quits right now over this, that is fine."