The "Phat Pharm"

"We really need to do something about your wardrobe, first," you say to the woman at least ten years your senior. You cast a contemptuous glance at the woman's plain white blouse and just above the knee-length gray skirt as you say, "I don't want to look like I'm shopping with my mother." You watch as Madeline casts her head down at the derogatory comments. "Besides, my mother's cooler."

You grab the woman's purse from her arm. Taking out the wallet, you shuffle through the plastic cards inside. "Gold, platinum, yeah, these'll do. Your treat, of course. I could use something new to wear myself."

You have your arm firmly interlocked with Madeline's as you head down the mall concourse, nearly dragging the woman along as you search the storefronts, a wide smile on your face in contrast to your **** partner's nervous glassy gaze.

"Ah, this looks like an interesting place," you say as you check out the fashions in the front windows. You see Madeline gaze at the clothes, then raise her head to read the name above the entrance. It gleams, in gold, 'phat pharm'.

"I need to meet my son in an hour in front of Seers," Madeline whispers softly to you, in an apparent attempt to get out of your little shopping excursion.

You can see she immediately regrets giving up this information as she looks at your face and sees the gears churning in the dark recesses of your mind.

"Well, then we better be quick with your purchases!" you smile as you steer her inside the clothing shop.

You can hear a barely audible groan from the conservative woman as you enter the young ladies' section and see the twentysomethings eye the vintaged denims and faux animal prints and suedes while R&B music swirls around you. The woman's attractive, though somewhat lush, pale body is in great contrast with the aerobicized, parlor-tanned honeys enjoying each other's company all around her.

You pick a vintage denim tube and a low slung matching miniskirt and hand them to her. She looks a little horrified at your choices. "And now for me!" you chirp as you move over to a rack of faux suede halters and tops. You find a snug camel colored skirt that would cut diagonally across the tops of your thighs and grab that, too.

A pretty mahogany skinned salesgirl comes up to you two. "How may I help you ladies today?"

"If you could ring these purchases up for us.." you say, handing her the two sets of garments, "we'd like to wear them out."

"Sure," she says with a big smile, looking at Madeline for a split second. "I'll take the tags off and bring them right back," she says as you hand her the platinum card.

"Let's check out their shoes, I saw some really darling boots on my way over!" you giggle as you drag the even more **** woman over to that department.

As you return to the changing room to meet the salesgirl, you chat amiably to the further humiliated woman in your charge. "Wasn't it nice of that salesman in that department to ring up our purchases for us right there?" The woman is visibly shaken from what had just transpired. "I bet he really enjoyed the view you gave him when he helped you with your shoes!" The woman just shudders, remembering the look the young Latino gave her when he realized she had no panties on as he knelt before her. His hands had given an extra sly caress to her feet afterwards, making her juice herself under her skirt.

"Thank you!" you say to the ebon salesgirl as she delivers the clothing to you as promised. You turn to the changing room entrance. There is now a line of young ladies with there arms full.

"Oh dear, Madeline! We'll never get out to meet your son if we wait in line!" you say with mock worry. "Here," you say, nudging her over behind a circular rack near a wall. "Change here."

"I can't do that!" the woman exclaims, exasperated, as you shove the denim outfit into her hands.

"Dammit, Maddy!" you stage whisper, "Do as I tell you!"

With that admonishment, you rip the blouse open on the woman and yank it to her waist.

The older woman just stares at you, tears welling in her eyes. She starts to undo her skirt and tug off the blouse the rest of the way before someone notices.

"The bra, too!" you husk as you have her step into the vintage denim miniskirt.

Madeline obeys, and you hand her the tube top as you tug up the short tight skirt. You leave Maddy to finish dressing herself as you drop your sundress to pull on your own new wardrobe. The Latino salesman catches sight of your nude bod as he walks by. You smile sexily at him and give a wiggle as he flashes you a 'thumbs up'.

All eyes shift to you and Madeline as you move to the exit of the 'phat pharm'. Your golden skin is on magnificent display, courtesy of the fawn-colored top with the plunging neckline. The faux suede top has a little fringe near the armholes and your smooth torso is laid bare beneath the ripped strips that make up the top's back. Your flat brown belly is bare as well, down to the low waistband of your camel suede miniskirt. One side of the hem is near your hip as it cuts down on a diagonal across your meaty thighs to inches above your knee on the opposite leg. You feel very tall in your newly acquired platform boots with the camel suede covering. Your new stature only enhances the dominance you feel over the woman beside you.

You can tell even more eyes are on the middle-aged woman. Her large boobs are in danger of popping out of the top of the denim tube that constricts them. The vintaged sheath with the wide faux leather lacing keeps in the slight bulge to her belly as her wide hips are bare above the matching lowrider skirt. Her legs, though well-fleshed, are still incredibly sexy, especially considering they are almost completely exposed below the mini's hem.

"Please don't make me go out there like this!" Madeline begs in a final plea. "I feel like a hooker!" You merely shove her forward.

An alarm sounds as Madeline passes between the security pylons.