The house of mirrors will give you a moment to collect yourself

Feeling flushed with nerves from the series of mishaps I tore my hands away from my skirt, leaving as it was rather than drawing more attention. Doing so left it rotated so that the slit that was meant to be at the side of the hip was at the front, flashing long glimpses of bare inner thigh. I looked around, **** to find a place to regroup, to regain control of the situation instead of letting fate lead me around by the... well, in this case it seemed by the clit or nips was the best way to phrase it.

My eyes darted from place to place, stopping momentarily on a pack of rough-looking guys eying me with hungry eyes. I straightened, thrusting my chest out with hardly a thought, preening and smiling in satisfaction at how **** they looked. Probably twenty or a little more, they were big guys that might have worked in construction. More worldly than the boys I went to school with. A bit of pride made my smile expand as I realized that they'd fixated on me instead of the groups of girls that were all around. Maybe those laughing remarks they were making were arguments about who would get to try me out. I mean, to try and ask me out.

As a bonus they weren't that group of boys who'd followed me off the bus. Meaning they hadn't witnessed me humping a pole or flashing my pussy and tits, even if by accident. Remembering them made me lick my lips nervouslyand tear your eyes away. Immediately I spotted the perfect place.

A house of mirrors. With a wide grin, and a last look at the group of guys, I walk in a saucy manner toward my chosen destination. Every long stride made me feel the air brush just below my crotch, reminding me that I hadn't been able to straighten out my skirt. It still had the slit positioned on the inside of my left thigh, which probably meant that every stride was flashing a long strip of nake inner thigh, almost all the way up to my pussy. God, I hoped that this insane feeling I had didn't mean my skin would be glistening and wet with my own juices, visible even to their far off eyes.

With even longer strides I made my way desperately to the house, heedless of how it exposed even more of my thighs. No one was even bothering to man the door so I slipped in through the curtain, and darted around a couple of corners to get out of sight.

Well. Sort of out of sight. This particular house of mirrors didn't have any of the weird mirrors that distort your features, it was just a bunch of mirrors set up as a maze, and you had to try and figure out where the exit was based on the occasional glimpse of an exit sign, and your own sense of direction.

Two turns in I was hopelessly lost, but judging by the lack of sound and the fact that I couldn't see anyone in any of the mirrors it looked like I was all alone, giving me a moment's respite with which to...