Val buys herself a bold new outfit

The mall was busy, but Chase barely noticed the noise, the lights, or the crowds. All his focus was on the woman beside him.

Val was having the time of her life.

She practically bounced on her heels as she strutted through the main concourse, hips swaying in that too-tight skirt she’d started to hate. She kept pulling at the collar muttering about how her “mom must’ve gotten drunk and picked this out.”

She’d said it twice now.

Both times, Chase just smiled.

“Oh my god,” Val scoffed, glancing at a kid walking by with a lollipop. “That kid looks just like Diego, doesn’t he? Same dumb haircut. Same sulky little face.”

Chase turned his head slightly, amused. “You really don’t like Diego, huh?”

Val snorted. “Please. I only put up with him because his mom was hot. But she turned out to be such a buzzkill. All stuck-up and moral. Like that’s ever worked for anyone.”

Chase's grin widened as they walked. Every word that left her mouth was another nail in the coffin of the woman she used to be.

“She probably only had Diego so someone would love her,” Val continued, casually flipping her hair. “Too bad he came out with the personality of a wet sock.”

He watched her walk ahead a step, still ranting about Diego’s “whining” and how she totally would’ve shoved him into a locker by now if she didn’t already feel like she had. The irony was so thick it almost made him laugh.

She had no idea.

None.

They passed a few more storefronts before she squealed and tugged his sleeve.

“This one!” she said, pointing at a sleek black-and-red boutique with glass mannequins wearing outfits that screamed “hot girl summer.” “We’re going in here. I need to get out of this funeral director cosplay ASAP.”

The moment they stepped inside, a perky salesgirl appeared—barely out of high school, probably bored to **** and **** for a commission.

“Hi! Welcome to Rebel Muse. Are you guys shopping for something special today?” Her eyes flicked between the two of them, then landed on Chase. “Looking for a umm… gift for your mom?”

Chase didn’t get the chance to answer.

Val barked out a laugh.

“His what?”

The salesgirl blinked, confused. Val stepped forward with a smirk that said she was about to cause trouble.

“Sweetie, do I look like his mom?” she said, leaning in. “I’m his friend. And trust me, I’ve got way better taste than his mom.”

She shot Chase a quick wink before turning back to the girl.

“I need clothes. Something bold. Something tight. Think—‘I’m too hot to care if your boyfriend stares.’ You feel me?”

The salesgirl, now flustered but obedient, nodded quickly. “Uh, y-yeah! This way, I’ll grab a few things for you.”

Val turned to Chase with a grin. “Be a good boy and wait by the changing room, ‘kay?”

Then she blew him a kiss and followed the attendant deeper into the store, her voice already chirping about crop tops and leather skirts.

Chase walked to the bench outside the fitting rooms, slowly sitting down.

He didn’t even realize he was smiling until he caught his reflection in a nearby mirror.

She’s gone.

The doctor. The authority. The mother. All gone.

In her place was Val—a flirt, a bully, a perfect little sadist.

Chase leaned on the bench, fingers steepled under his chin.

It wasn’t enough yet.

Not quite.

Sure, she thought she’d always been this way. But he needed a real partner to fuck with Diego not some pretend teenager.

He could already picture it: Val cornering Diego in the halls, mocking his shoes. Dropping snide remarks about his voice cracking in class. Calling him “mommy’s boy” right to his face.

The visual was good but not enough.

He wanted her to laugh about it. Genuinely. Thoughtlessly. As if it was just part of her nature. And he wanted her to do it as Diego’s ‘mother’.

And it would be done.

Because Chase was going to build her that way. Slowly but surely.

And she’d thank Chase for the opportunity.

His grin widened just as the dressing room curtain swayed open and Val peeked out.

“Ready for a show?” she teased.

The curtain swung open with a snap—and Chase’s mouth actually dropped.

Val stepped out with confidence.

She was wearing a ripped, cropped black tank top with bold white letters that read "YOU WISH" stretched tightly over her chest. Her toned midriff was fully exposed, a silver belly piercing he didn’t remember gleaming in the light. The skirt—if you could call it that—was a glossy, black pleather mini, sitting so low on her hips it felt almost illegal. Her legs were long, bare, and dangerous, capped off by a pair of lace-up black platform boots.

Her makeup was different too—thicker eyeliner, glossy lips, and a little smudge of highlighter that made her cheekbones look sharp.

Chase barely had time to process it before Val turned to the salesgirl, waving her hand.

“You can go now, loser,” she purred, fishing into her stolen purse. “Buy yourself something cute.”

She tossed a $100 bill at the girl like it was lint, not even checking to see if it landed. The girl blinked, stunned, then scrambled to grab the cash and back away with a shaky smile.

Val turned back to Chase with a smirk. “So, you like?”

He couldn’t even form words at first. He just nodded.

“Thought so,” she laughed, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into the changing room with her for a kiss—her tongue playful, her perfume bold and synthetic.

She tugged at his collar, giggling. “You should wear more black. Makes you look more dangerous. But hey I can help with that.”

“H-help?” Chase stuttered, despite everything he’d already done to the woman, this made him feel uneasy.

“Yeah, Like this!” She yelled as she pulled his pants down along with his underwear.

His painfully hard cock immediately coming into view.

As Chase was barely beginning to register what was happening, Val began to nuzzle his cock, leaving small lipstick stains on it before swallowing his cock whole as she pushed him against the mirror and gave him the best blowjob he had ever received.

He barely lasted a minute as he emptied his balls in Val’s waiting mouth. Val to her credit swallowed it with a satisfied smile.

When they finally stepped out again, Val adjusted her top and tugged the skirt slightly lower—like it needed to be any lower. They walked to the counter together, her hips swaying unapologetically. Chase didn’t even glance at the cashier. He was too busy soaking in the sight of Val looking proud, slutty, and utterly unaware she’d ever been anyone else.

As the bag was handed over, she gave a casual “Thanks, bitch,” and turned to Chase.

“Where to now?”

He grinned. “You’re paying for my burger.”

Val blinked. “With what?”

Chase tapped the purse in her hand. “Your purse. Your money. C’mon, I’m starving.”

Val barked a laugh. “You little thief.”

But she didn’t argue. She just slung her arm around his shoulder, and they headed to the food court.