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"Marilyn!"

The blonde stopped her chewing, turning to see a girl with long straight hair. She was slender but shaped like a creation by a perverted angel, and currently pulling her shirt and bra up over her chest to wiggle her bare, heftily sizable tits in her direction. Marilyn grinned, hopped off the ledge, and lifted up her skirt, showing her panties to the world as she swung her hips.

"What's UUUP, gurl!?"

The two dropped their respective hems, returning their delicate sections to their containments \, as they met each other halfway, laughing. Then they made for quick bows of the head before the Asian brunette came to Marilyn's side, draping an arm over her shoulders.

"Man it's felt like years. And your hair looks good!"

"Thanks. And yeah I know." Lu pouted. "My boss is a tyrant."

"Shut up, Lu." Marilyn rolled her eyes. "You have it all."

"Give me your man and maybe I will." The girl winked.

"Eerrrrrhurhur," Marilyn trailed off, sending the both of them into a fit of laughs and pointed quips.

Lu and Marilyn went back and forth as they entered the gaping entrance of the mall, joined by an accommodating assembly of hustling and bustling consumers; families, tourists, small, wide, pretty and pallored alike. All ready to either drain their wallets, or simply shake a leg and take a lap around the complex and look around aimlessly.

"How's this look, Mar?"

Marilyn turned to see Lu holding up a trim tanktop tee, black with a purple emblem design in the center. "Sporty," the blonde bobbed her head. "I like it."

"And this?"

Lu had traded the tanktop for a lacy black bra. Marilyn slapped her in the forearm, the Asian sticking out a playful tongue in jest as they rang up the cashier and got a few tops and accessories before moving on. After meandering in and out of various other outlets, collecting a few more bags around each arm, they resolved to take a lunch break, stopping by the food court.

With a plop, Marilyn shifted in the booth seat, straightening out the skirt below her. "It was not 200. Maybe 150, but 200?" She expressed her distaste with a crinkle. "The nerve."

"Lighten up, Mar." A second later, Lu took the chair across from her, setting her tray on table as Marilyn put down her own. They carefully unloaded their bags onto the floor and available space on the sofa seat. "It's probably going to get a price cut by the next two weeks. This is how fiscal cycles work!"

"That doesn't even make sense."

"I know." The professional accountant replied with a non-answering smile before lifting up her pizza to her lips.

Marilyn bit into hers, swallowing. "How's Jenn? Still trying to move out of the city?"

"You know her. Always saying, never actually going to ever do it."

Marilyn laughed, taking a sip from her straw. "Hey, it's nice that some things don't ever change."

Placing a hand to her chest, Lu spoke with her usual animated energy. "I loove Jenn like a sister, you know I do, but sometimes I think she just gets one week of busywork and she suddenly gives up on like functioning -- like in general. She says the cost of living isn't worth it, but then she gets a raise, and, you know, she's complacent for a while... and then she scratches her car or has a bad date and it's back to gloom and doom."

"Hey, tell me about it, we were dorm neighbors back at Boston!" Marilyn picked at her salad. Crunchy lettuce was the best kind.

"Hello, ladies."

Suddenly, a shadow fell over them, causing the two to look up at the source of the voice. Marilyn shimmied to the side to lift up her skirt. Lu, one hand still holding her pizza, expertly pulled her top up as well as one bra cup to flash him her right tit, mid-bounce, as it jiggled into place.

"Hi. " Then, "Would you like to fuck me?" Marilyn offered while taking another drink out of her soda.

"Hello," Lu nodded, twisting her fork into her own slice of salad. "Feel free to put your face in these breasts, I won't mind." She cupped a breast invitingly.

A look of hesitance, or at least something like it, crossed his facial features. And he stammered out something that turned out mostly audible. "...I really can, can't I?"

Lu blinked. Then, through a modest mouthful of pizza, reiterated, "Yeah."

The man pointed to something, somewhere. The women turned. A janitor was sweeping the floor, looking resolutely bored.

"Would you ask him that?"

"What?" Lu wrinkled her brow, top dropping over her breasts. "To... put his face in my...?" After a marked silence, she chortled. "Now THAT'S funny."

He turned to Marilyn, whose skirt had returned to laying modestly across her legs. "How about you? You know, to do what you asked me to do to you?"

"Mister," Marilyn raised a finger, looking at Lu cheekily as she did. "I don't know what idea you have of us, exactly. But I can assure you right now, you should get it right."

Lu looked up from her drink. "She is a practitioner of law, you know. Even if she has a hobo license."

"Forget you, Lu," Marilyn threw a tissue at her, smirking, even as the man continued to loom before them. It almost looked like he was deep in thought, whatever about.