The mall

The car pulled into the underground parking lot of the mall, tyres squealing slightly as Mark swung it into a space. Emma’s heart was hammering before the engine had even cut off. Her thighs were slick, and she knew she’d left a wet patch on the leather seat.

Mark killed the lights and looked over at her, that envelope heavy in his hand.

“You sure about this?” he asked again, voice low, tense.

Emma leaned closer, her perfume thick, her pupils wide. “I want it. Don’t leave it on a bench. Dare me.”

Mark’s grin was sharp. “Alright then. No benches. You’re going to hand it to someone. Stand right there, in front of them, and watch them open it. No words. Just stand.”

Emma swallowed hard. Her cunt clenched. “And if I do…?”

“Then you’ll know they’ve seen you. Every inch. Every filthy pose. No hiding behind chance.”

Her whole body shook with excitement. She reached for the envelope but then stopped. Slowly, deliberately, she slipped her coat off and shoved it into his arms.

“On one condition,” she whispered.

Now she was only in the short black dress, thin straps, hem barely covering the curve of her ass, sandals clicking on the concrete floor. With a teasing little tug, she pulled the neckline of the dress down just enough that the tops of her pink areolae peeked free, nipples grazing the stretched fabric. Her tits looked moments from bursting out completely.

Mark’s mouth went dry.

Emma smirked. “I want them to see me before they even see the pictures.”

Then, without another word, she took the envelope, turned on her heel, and walked away.

Mark followed at a distance, heart pounding. He watched her hips sway, watched heads turn as she stepped into the bright atrium of the mall. It was packed, shoppers with bags, teenagers loitering, couples sipping coffee.

Emma moved slowly, deliberately, eyes scanning the crowd. Her tits bounced with every step, the thin dress straining to contain them. Men stared openly. Women whispered. A security guard’s eyes lingered too long before he looked away.

She spotted someone. Her lips curled into a smile.

With no hesitation, Emma strode towards them, envelope in hand, tits almost spilling free, dress riding high on her thighs.

She stopped right in front of them.

And she held the envelope out.