The Plaza

I got off the bus at the plaza, a run down mall with half the shops shuttered permanently, the remaining ones were predictably cheap and nasty: one dollar shops; thrift shops; pay later electronic and second hand. It should have been depressing. I loved it. The customers were not middle class or affluent but those to whom each dollar was painstakingly accounted for.

It wasn't particularly busy either, even with it being the weekend. I walked along the upper floor, peering in every window, looking for victims, (I mean experimental subjects). There were some packs of mall rats but some may have been under 18, so I deliberately ignored those. A young couple were looking in the window of a second hand jewellers. That looked more promising! I idled up behind them as far away as I could get while still managing to listen into their thoughts. I gazed at them wondering. Her hair was braided and reached down past her wait to her tight leather pants holding in her globular butt - Wowzah! The guy with her wore a loose fitting black satin track suit with a skip cap. I started to tune into their thoughts:

Lachelle: This is awesome. I like the big gold one. I wonder how much I can squeeze him for here. Its my 18th birthday and I want to have something worthwhile out of this scuzz before I dump him next week. Keshon was getting out of prison next week and he won't be happy if he thinks I've been fucking around while he's been inside. "That one looks nice babe!" she said with a smile. Her boyfriend put his hand on her tightly covered ass and gave it a squeeze.

Jevonte: "Yeah. That's pretty cool". There's no fucking way I'm putting out that much cash for this bitch on a fucking ring. Uh-uh. I wonder what's the least amount I can get away with spending and still get her to suck my cock all weekend to say thanks. "I like that one over there too", he said indicating a cheap 9 carat plated gleamer with a fake stone.

Lachelle: Fuck. If he thinks I'm going down on him for that, he's got to be joking.

Just then an assistant came to the counter, an ice cold blonde with a fake smile in a starched white blouse and black pencil skirt. "Have you seen anything you'd like madam?" she said addressing Lachelle. "May I say, this one here would look fabulous on you, she said gesturing to a solid 18 carat gold ring with sapphires embedded. Lachelle leaned forward hypnotized both by the ring and the saleswoman,

Ffion (the saleswoman): Lets see how much I can rinse these two for. They dont look like they have much, but sometimes appearances are misleading. I'll reel the girl in and make him to take the ring.

Jevonte: Fuck - get her out of here! he thought, alarmed.

I had had enough. I was at my maximum distance for reading minds. Lets see if I can plant thoughts at this distance too.

Ffion, accept an offer of one dollar for anything anyone asks for today. I sent to the saleswoman. The blonde blinked and a frown crossed her features momentarily then her shark-like smile returned.

Jevonte, the saleswoman is hot. Offer her a dollar to tittyfuck you. Lachelle won't mind.

Lachelle, forget about Jevonte.

A moment later, the tall youth said to the sales assistant. "Hey. you got really nice titties darlin. How about you let me fuck them?"

"Certainly sir. That will be one dollar", smiled the ice queen, and extended her hand palm upwards to Jevonte. A moment later, she was depositing the dollar in the till and unbuttoning her pristine white blouse to expose a similarly crisp lacy white bra over a rather large pair of breasts. She went to unclip it but Jevonte said, "No keep it on bitch. I like them like that," and dropped his tracksuit bottoms then fished his large dark erection from his boxers. Ffion came around the counter then dropped to her knees in front of him and waited as Jevonte slid his big dick under her bra underwiring then into her cleavage, spitting on her chest to aid lubrication and saw satisfactorily the top of his cock emerge from between her breasts. He took hold of a breast in each hand and sqeueezed them around himself as he began to fuck her titties back and forth. Ffion remained kneeling to attention, looking up at him impassively.

At that I approached the scene, Lachelle was ignoring the floorshow in the shop with her ex-boyfriend fucking the chest of the saleswoman and still gazed at the display of rings. I slapped a hand on Lachelle's bubble ass, where Jevonte's had been a minute earlier.

She whirled quickly to face me, long braids spinning out as she turned. "Hey. Whadda fucks your game".

Relax Lachelle. I'm a friend. Anything I do is fine.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize it was you!" said Lachelle with a smile, her face breaking out into a wide natural smile. I looked at her now from a foot away, seeing her from the front for the first time. She was pretty! and wore a midriff bearing metallic halter-neck top over a similarly large pair of breasts to the pair that was now jacking off Jevonte. I gave them both a squeeze to which Lachelle responded with another warm smile. After all, I was a friend and anything I did was absolutely fine! I lingered briefly on her breasts noticing she had nipple rings in both. Nice!

I poked around in her head for some more information. Wow! there was a lot.

Lachelle at 18 was already a single parent. Her two year old kid, by the jailbird Keshon, little Desiree, was at home with her mom. Lachelle had to be home at the trailer in an hour too as her mom was going out turning tricks under the Roosevelt bridge later. Lachelle had so far resisted following her mom into the family business but felt it was only a matter of time. She needed money for little Desiree and that seemed like the only option. Fuck.

I leaned over and asked the sales assistant. "How much for the entire contents of your till?"

Ffion turned to me, still being titty fucked on her knees by the large black youth. "That'll be one dollar sir!",and rocked back and forth involuntarily by Jevonte's thrusts.

I rung it up, and started picking the piles of notes from the till and replaced a single dollar, then with an after-thought placed another single dollar on top of it. "I'll take this ring too!"

"Thank you sir. Uh. Can you wait a little while and I can gift wrap it for you?" she said from the floor.

"Thats ok. I'll just take it like this" I said, and turned and handed it to Lachelle. "Here, happy birthday!" Her eyes widened and she put her palm out reverentially as I handed her the ring.

Fuck. That is awesome. That ring is worth nearly 300 dollars! she thought. _No way was I going to get that, from, from... _she thought and struggled to remember who she had came to the mall with, then realized she had just come here on her own until she met me, despite the fact that her ex was in the process of getting breast relief from the shop assistant just feet from her. She had forgotten him.

"Don't I get a kiss?"

Lachelle threw herself at me excitedly, and I only just had time to slip a hand between her legs as she closed for the kiss and an embrace and I rubbed her pussy through her tight leather pants while she kissed me passionately. I grinned, realizing as I listened to her thoughts that the kiss was just one of gratitude and that she was just fine with me rubbing her pussy as much as she was with anything else I did. My cock stiffened. I contemplated fucking her there in the jewellers too. Maybe I should get a titty-fuck too, or maybe I should take advantage of her spherical butt, or even just bury it in that pretty face. Decisions.