The make-over consultants seem to like you

You walk dazed and a little ashamed at what has just transpired. As you stroll slowly down the main promenade of the mall, people pass by, looking quizically, not sure what to think of your shiny, glazed features. You steal glances in the storefront glass, looking to see if the woman is really following you to see if you obey. You don't see her, but seem to feel her watching your every movement.

As you approach the entrance of one of the main mall anchor stores, Masy's, you slowly walk in a spiral. You see no sign of Larry's mom. The smeared cum is now dry, making your face feel tight. As you try and decide what to do next, you are suddenly swept upon by a tall blonde woman in a white labcoat.

"Oh, miss, I don't mean to be forward, but why don't you step over here. I think I could help you with our new skincare line. You are such a pretty young lady."

You realize you are in the middle of the make-up department. The woman from Klinique ushers you over to a high aluminum chair.

"I don't think I'm.." you start. You're afraid of what the woman's reaction might be if she realizes what your problem really is.

"Oh, please dear. Don't be embarassed. We're here to help. It's complimentary, of course." She pushes you into the chair. You hope she doesn't notice your lack of panties as your dress has been pushed to the tops of your thighs.

As the woman begins to dob the 'affected' portions of your face, she sniffs peculiarly. She calls to the woman at the other counter.

"Jan, can you get Marcia to come over to me. I need a consult."

The bespectacled woman nods. Soon, a similarly made-up and labcoat-clad woman approaches. She has a very exotic look and a devilish smile.

"Yes, Cindy?"

"Is this what I think it is?" she asks, pointing to your dry patches.

She licks a finger and swipes.

"Why, yes it is. Some little slut just had a cum facial." She eyes you like her next meal.

"Can you believe she walked the mall like that?" asked Jan, rhetorically.

"No panties, either," Marcia notes. "Mind if I handle this makeover?"

"That's why I called for you," Cindy smiles wickedly as she leaves.

Marcia turns your chair from prying eyes and undoes her labcoat. YOu are surprised to find her lingerie model body is clad in only a lacy black bikini set and thigh-highs.

"Slut makeovers are my specialty," she purrs as she begins to lick your face clean.