Time to shop.

Beep beep beep sounded the bell heralding the end of the school day. Sitting back, you watched as they streamed out. Deciding to kill some time before you meet the girls, you peruse your phone. Looking back through the texts, you read a couple from Jennifer. The first said that aside from Rebecca's father being hammered when they arrived, they had no issues getting what remained of her belongings. The second one was another one saying Century Mall 3pm food court.

Scrolling up, you found yourself glancing around by reflex to make sure you were alone. The first was of a nude Rebecca being measured by Jennifer with the caption 34-24-34. The other was an actually good Photoshop edit. Rebecca was kneeling on the floor, looking to be in her third trimester, her breasts swollen to a D cup. It was captioned "teachers' pet." You groaned, adjusting your hard-on. Leave it to Jennifer to torment you before you arrive.

Putting your phone away, you lock up your classroom, heading for your car. The Century Mall was a good choice for this trip, you conceded. It was literally on the other side of the city, almost guaranteeing that you wouldn't run into any of your students. You made good time negotiating the after-school traffic and found yourself arriving at the food court parking lot at 2:55.

Heading into the mall, you saw that there were still far fewer people than you would have expected pre-COVID. Which could be good, meaning a lesser chance of someone from your being here. But also bad because if there is someone here that knows you, you stand out more. Looking around the food court, most of the teens you saw were from Tamerson High. Spying the girls by the Sbarros, you walk over to them. Where Jennifer startles you by jumping up, wrapping her arms around you, and kissing you in the food court.

You freeze for a second before your arms wrap around the sexy teen. One of your hands cups Jennifer's well-toned ass as she moans into your mouth.

Reluctantly, you set the teen down, huskily asking her, "Are you crazy?"

Giving you a playful look, she tells you, "Don't worry, there's not a single classmate within 1000 yards of us, Mr. Clarkson."

Giving you another kiss on the cheek, Jennifer remarked in a low voice, "Besides, if they're wondering anything, it's are you just my sugar daddy or both of ours?"

Getting up, Rebecca gave you a less exuberant but no less sweet kiss, saying, "Thanks for coming, Mr. Clarkson."

"We're not at school; you can call me by my given name, you know." You offer.

The teens look at each other, and then they look at you. They didn't say anything, but you could read the look. It was the "Why is our man saying stupid things?" look.

Raising your hands in surrender, you say, "Okay, okay, where are we going first?"

The three of you start to head out into the mall, a teen tucked in on each side of you. Pointing off to the left, Jennifer said, "We're going to Abercrombie & Fitch first."

Walking into the store, the girls planted you in a seat back by the changing rooms while the girl started perusing the aisles. At first, the girls moved slowly; you would see Rebecca pull out something more conservative. You couldn't hear what they were talking about, but at Jennifer's smile, Rebecca started pulling out more provocative items to try on.

After getting the max dozen things to try on the girls' heads into the changing room. You could hear whispers and giggles when the salesgirl, a young Black woman, checked in with you, asking, "Helping your daughter bulk up her wardrobe?"

Without thinking, you reply, "Oh, they're not my daughter."

Her eyebrow went up as you realized just what you said. You felt yourself turn red under the salesgirl's examination. Leaning in to the girl, LaShonda, on her name tag, whispered, asking you, "So which is it, money or a big dick?"

Before you could answer or flee, the door to the changing room opens, and out comes Rebecca in an orange minidress. Twirling in front of you, the teens ask you breathlessly, "What do you think?"

LaShonda backs off, heading back into the store, and you babble the first thing that comes to mind, "You look like a summer treat."

Rebecca's smile was immediate. Leaning forward, her confidence surging, the redhead put her hands on your thighs. Licking her lips, she kissed you, her tongue darting forward, encouraging you to respond in kind. Putting more of her weight on you, the kiss deepened, and Rebecca hummed in approval as your hands settled on her hips.

Someone cleared their throat, breaking the moment. Breaking the kiss, you saw Jennifer give you a thumbs up, mouthing, "Good job." And an hour and a half later, you exit the store loaded down with bags.

Rebecca was still in shell shock from Jennifer just casually shelling out almost two grand at one store. Back in the concourse, you ask the pair, "Where to next?"