The TikTok dancer

The TikTokker with her phone propped up on a kickstand catches your eye. She's kinda cute, and trying too hard, in terms of both her dance and her outfit.

As you loiter in front of the mall entrance, you watch her do her dance a few times, messing up a couple tries, then improving, gaining confidence as she goes. It's the 'Bottoms Up dance', and it feels like every fifth video on your page is another rando doing it.

'Bottoms Up' is a twerk track, by the 'Bomba Boyz' and it's gotten girls all around the world to shake their asses on the socials for at least a couple months now. Even white girls with no booties have discovered they can do it, post it, and get more likes than most other allowed content, so it's going viral.

The girl in front of you, however, is not another no-booty white girl. She's a light-skinned black girl with a lithe little body and a juicy, round ass. She's wearing a pink velour track suit, the jacket too small for her, with her belly button and her firm stomach showing. She's cute, with a skinny little waist and chest, and a sleek, jet-black ponytail, the wispy edges curled against her forehead.

The dance has specific moves you have to do, for most of the chorus, with the chance to improvise coming during the dance break at the end.

You watch one more time as she does the dance. She bends over, to start the recording, smiles at the camera, and runs into place in front of the stuccoed wall facing away from the camera, her round ass up in the air, her velour jacket riding up her back. She puts her hands on her knees, smiles adorably over her left shoulder, and does a criss-cross step to the left, a spin, and a criss-cross to the right. There's the next spin, and finally, at the drop, the improvisation part. This is where the flat-assed TikTokkers of the world giggle and walk of screen, but the real dancers go wild.

In the case of the fine piece of round, juicy, amateur dancer ass in front of you, this is where cute blossoms into ratchet. Her smiling face looks away, and then her round little booty thwaps up and down as she she stomps left and right, swinging her ponytail in circles as she twerks. With one final fwomp, her ass cheeks bounce back and she jumps, waving goodbye to the camera. That's a wrap.

You walk up, clapping. "Brava, brava, nice job. Best 'Bottoms Up' I've seen yet."

"Oh. Hi. I didn't know anyone was... watching." She bats her huge fake eyelashes with this ridiculous statement. Of course someone is watching. Almost no one is not watching, with twerking being such a polemic in today's discourse. "I'm Ela. ElaBela, on TikTok." She picks up her phone, shrugging, apparently bashful.

"Nice to meet you, Ela. I'm John, the Clothing Controller." You smile, and watch a lump rise in her neck as you say it.

"Oh! Oh, no."

"Yep, and I think you almost got the video down, but you should do it one more time, with a slight adjustment."

"Oh, dude, naw. Come on. No, you jokin', right?" She frowns, hugging herself, as she objects.

"Nope, I'm for real. I wanna see you do that again, but this time, no bra, no pants."

ElaBela's thick, brown bottom lip scrunches up as she chews on it, trying to work out some way out of this. "Dude, that take was perfect."

"That's what you're worried about?" She isn't complaining about the mandated stripping, just about having to do the dance another time. You could just strip her naked and enjoy the sight of her right there, but the dance, and the upload, were kinda the point. "Look, do it now, or I'll make you do it nude instead."

"Wow, dude, okay. Fuck!" She bites her lip some more, and begins the awkward task of removing a bra without the top that's over it, which she does pretty deftly, and she tosses you her elastic sports bra. "Here, a souvenir for you, I guess." Ela's breasts are small, A or B cups, but the little swell under her velour track suit is tempting.

Then, she hooks her thumbs into her pants, shakes her head, while sighing, and shimmies out of her pants, her tiny black thong the only thing underneath. With her pants at her ankles, she does the dance again. First, the steps and crosses, her tits jiggling with each step, her ass on full display. Then, for the last section, she bends low, hands on her knees, and this time, while her ass cheeks are thwapping up and down, she reaches behind herself and slaps her own ass, hard, and yelps.

After the twerk, she stands up, waves at the camera, and scurries over to turn it off, her little chest bouncing delightfully.

"Yes, Ela. Like, follow, all that shit," you say, as a sort of compliment.

"Yeah, okay, dude. I gotta post this, then? Ugh, I guess it could be worse."