The Mall

"For real? Damn, we're going to have to make a guys night out next Saturday to see them," Trent said, already thinking over which friends to invite. He wanted the number to be small in case any of the girls felt frisky.

"I didn't think you'd be interested," Brandon said, teasing his notoriously horny friend.

"Not interested?! Have you been smoking crack, bro? I'm always down for sexy Sharon, and Tanya and Amber have managed to elude my charms for far too long."

"Maybe Sharon warned her friends off," Brandon said, holding back a chuckle.

"Shit, man. Not unless she wanted to keep my big cock all to herself. That girl is a freak in the bedroom," Trent bragged, grabbing his crotch. "Amber seems a little uptight, but every time I make a move on Tanya, she always has a new boyfriend."

"No, she doesn't. Ashley said Tanya tells that to guys she's not interested in," Brandon passed along, waiting for the coming explosion.

"Not interested in me?! Boy, that girl just needs to get a peek at what I'm packing, and she'll be jonesing for Big Bad Trent."

"Ashley said she'd see if Heather or any other cheerleaders might be interested in joining for a performance later next month," Brandon informed him.

Trent sat in stunned silence, picturing the big-titted brunette and Brandon's sexy little girlfriend dancing in those elf costumes that his friend described.

"Bro, you need to make that happen. That would be the hottest Christmas pageant ever."

"I'll see. Damn, this place is packed," Brandon groaned as they pulled into the mall's parking lot.

"What did you expect, it's Black Friday?"

"Not this. I thought all those crazies that get up at four in the morning would be gone by now," Brandon admitted. "Tell me if you see a free spot."

They drove up and down the aisles for nearly seven minutes without any luck. Finally, Trent pointed.

"Over there!"

"Where? I don't see a spot."

"Nah, those guys walking. Run them over," Trent directed.

"What?"

"That's those assholes from the basketball team," the car passenger explained.

"I'm not going to run them over," Brandon responded. "Worry about finding a spot and not killing your enemies."

"I didn't say anything about killing them, maybe just maim them a little. Wait, there, follow those people," Trent directed again. "Yeah, that family with the stroller. Follow them, and it'll lead to a spot."

Brandon did just that. It took longer than he expected. The family walked slow, had to put their packages away, and then the stroller before they backed their car out. But in the end, they had a spot about halfway down an aisle.

"What stores do you need to hit up?" Trent asked as they got out of the SUV.

"My dad's already taken care of as my mom picked something out from Mads and me. So, I need to grab a present for my mom and Ashley. Maybe one for my sister, but I don't have a clue what to get her. Mom said something about this live-playing she likes."

"Oh, her LARPing? Yeah, she might like something for that," Trent commented. That caused Brandon to stop walking.

"Wait, larp what?"

"Live-action role-playing. You know that stuff where she dresses up and goes out to Silver Lake Park to do," Trent explained, surprised to see Brandon's continued confusion. "Wait, don't you know?"

"Silver Lake? I thought she only acted in school plays."

"It's not exactly acting, or at least I don't think so. I'm not an expert, you know! But it's more like everyone acts like they are in an imaginary world," Trent half-assed explained.

"I'm confused."

"Damn, Brandon, haven't you ever wonder what those outfits she hides in her closet from your dad are?" Trent asked, not sure if he should laugh or cry at his friend's cluelessness.

"She hides outfits in her closet?! Like sex outfits?"

"No! Well, I guess some look sexy, but they are for acting out characters. There's a club at school for this stuff. How the fuck didn't you know this about your sister?" Trent asked, now laughing.

"How do you know? Are you the one she's going out on a date with today?" Brandon accused as he grew angry.

"I'm here with you, so how can I be on a date? You're a dumbfuck, you know that?"

"How did I never notice this?" Brandon asked himself.

"Probably because when you're not playing football, you're off with Ashley. I know this because I pay attention. Your mom and sister talk about this all the time when your dad's not around. I guess he doesn't like it."

"Tell me more about this stuff. What do they dress up like?" Brandon inquired as they began to walk again.

"I think pretty much anything, but around here, it's fantasy shit. You know that sword and sorcery stuff. There's one chick in the drama club with big tits that dresses up as a slutty wench," Trent recalled, grinning salaciously at the memory.

"Does my sister dress up like a slut?" Brandon loudly demanded to know, causing shoppers near the mall's doors to look over at him.

"Not that I know. Some of the girls post their pictures on social media. Um, that's how I know," Trent admitted, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Hey, maybe you can order Maddie a costume. I bet she would love that."

"Maybe."

"Where to first?" Trent asked.

"I need to grab my mom one of her knick-knacks I get every year."

"What stuff?"

"Those winter village sets. You know, the one you chipped back in the day," Brandon reminded.

"Oh, those! Man, Madison sure was pissed about that. She whipped me good with that Christmas stocking," Trent recalled from middle school.

"The store is this way."

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"Don't you need to hit a few stores?" Brandon asked as they walked out of the jewelry store. He had both his mom and girlfriend now crossed off his list.

"My man, there's only one store I need to hit, and there it is," Trent revealed, veering across to the other side of stores.

"Victoria's Secret? You can't be serious," Brandon questioned.

"That I am, that I am," Trent confirmed, entering the store.

"Lookie here, it's our favorite customer," a college-aged salesgirl announced.

"Hey, Ginger," Trent replied. He then waved to a salesgirl further back in the store. "Hey, Maryanne."

"Jesus, how often do you come in here?" Brandon questioned in surprise.

"Trentie here comes in at least every other week. He's one of our few male regulars," Ginger revealed.

"Yep, I treat many a girl to the finer things," Trent proudly proclaimed.

"So, what are you looking for today?" Maryanne inquired, joining them.

"Christmas presents," Trent said, pulling out a piece of paper. "I have a list."

"A list?!" Brandon croaked out.

"One can't go shopping without a list," Trent replied. "How about we split my list in half, and the two of you can both help me?"

"Sounds good."

"Alright."

"Maryanne, you can help me grab my gifts for my mom and sisters," Trent explained, handing her the top, smaller portion of the list he ripped off.

"Dude, you're buying lingerie for your mom and sisters?" Brandon questioned, his mind racing back to Trent pinching Trishelle's breast.

"Um, no. Bro, when did you get so twisted?" Trent asked. He and the two salesgirls all gave Brandon strange looks. "Victoria's Secret's has pajamas and robes. You should know that, your fine ass mom wears them all around your house."

"What? No, she doesn't...does she? No, it doesn't matter. Don't talk about my mom that way!" Brandon commanded.

"Ginger, you can take the sexier stuff I need for my girls," Trent finished explaining, handing the longer portion of the list to her.

"Ooh, there are some good items on here. Let's see two teddies, three babydolls, one corset, and some bridal lingerie. You sure do get around based on these measurements, Trent," Ginger tittered.

"That I do."

"Wait, a fucking minute! Who the hell are you buying all this stuff for?" Brandon demanded to know.

"That's for me to know, and you to maybe find out someday."

Brandon proceeded to follow Trent and his two personal salesgirls around the store for the next fifteen minutes. The girls continually complimented his friend on his tastes in women's undergarments. Only once did Trent have to alter his list when the preferred color of red for a teddy was out of stock. The girls even convinced his friend to add on a few bra and panty sets for his favorites gift recipients.

"Brandon Cole, my isn't this a pleasant surprise," came a voice behind him.

Turning around, Brandon felt a sick feeling in his stomach. He didn't want to have to deal with this girl today.

"Hi, Bianca. Doing some shopping?"

"Of course, I am. I consider it to be absolutely essential to wear the finest lace and satin on this body of mine," Bianca purred, reaching out to run her fingers along the satin cups of a bra hanging from the rack.

The captain of The Honeybears, the school's dance team, Bianca Zurccaro, had medium-length dark hair, green eyes, large breasts, and a toned ass. She had a flexible dancer's figure that drove guys wild at school, but she spent a considerable amount of time trying to seduce Brandon. The Zuccaros and the Woodsens had a rivalry that dated back generations. That led Brandon to wonder how much she wanted him and how much she just wanted to steal Ashley's boyfriend away.

"I don't see any items in your hand, Bran. Not buying anything?" Bianca continued.

"Uh, no, I'm not."

"I'd say I'm shocked, but I'm not," Bianca laughed, while she turned to face her friend behind her.

"Yeah, I doubt a good girl like Ashley would ever want her boyfriend to buy her a sexy outfit," commented Yelena Mishkov, the dance squad's resident sex kitten.

"No, shit. Ashley probably wears granny panties and flannel pajamas," Bianca joked.

"Ashley wears nice things," Brandon defended.

"Hello, ladies. Either of you looking to join my Christmas list?" Trent inquired.

"As if we would want to," Yelena responded, turning her nose up at him.

"Shit, I guess I need a girlfriend for you be interested. I hear that's the only thing that gets your motor running. I can't wait to see what poor sucker you marry," Trent said with a wink. A short, athletic girl with blonde hair, gray eyes, large breasts, and a toned ass, Yelena had a reputation for chasing taken men.

"You're such creep, Thornton," Bianca said, shuddering. "If you want a girl to rock your world, Brandon, give me a call. I'm expecting it."

"Damn, too bad Ashley's not into threesomes. You could play her and Bianca off into one," Trent remarked as he watched thetwo tight asses sway away.

"I think this is everything, Trent," Ginger interrupted with Maryanne at her side.

"Thanks, ladies."

"Trent, where are you getting all this money from?" Brandon finally broke down and asked, after adding up the items in his head.

"Why do you think I spend those hours doing odd jobs at my dad's construction sites. I need to spend money to keep the girls I'm banging happy," Trent said, dropping his version of wisdom on his friend. "Hey, I got a great idea! Buy Ashley something nice as a present from here."

"I already bought that locket for her," Brandon reminded him.

"So? That doesn't mean you can't buy another gift."

"I can't give lingerie to her in front of her parents," Brandon pointed out, causing Ginger to giggle.

"Brandon, did you get brain damage this season? You give it to her at a different time!" Trent said, smacking his friend in the back of his head.

"I guess I could, but I don't know what to get her," Brandon admitted, feeling uneasy over the plentiful options.

"You raved about the girls last night in their Christmas costumes. So maybe get Ashley some holiday lingerie," Trent suggested. "Ginger, take my man over there and help him find the very best outfit to make his girlfriend into a naughty elf."

"Sure thing. Maryanne, take these from me." Ginger handed off Trent stack of garments. She then beckoned with her fingers for Brandon to follow. "Come on, Mr. Star Quarterback. We're going to find the hottest little outfit for your number one fan. Show those other girls up."