You get a text

As you ponder your options, your phone dings. It's a text from Dave.

'Hey John we're leaving, where are you at' reads the message. You quickly let Dave know and receive a reply.

'K, meet us at my car' it reads.

Well, sounds like you know where you’re going.

...

As you make your way to the entrance of the mall, you take time to drink in the sights around you. Nearly every woman you see is dressed in skimpy or sexually appealing attire.

A select few seem to even push that boundary. Such is the case with a teen girl you spot at the food court near the entrance. She’s wearing a tight white tee that shows off her mid riff... and because she isn’t wearing any bottoms, her shaved vagina is on display.

Your jaw drops as you take in the sight of her shapely thighs, smooth belley, and perfect pussy. She has a light complexion, long straight black hair, and sharp features. You realize her shirt reads 'Not for you' with an arrow pointing down.

Well. This is interesting. Your rock hard dick thinks so as well.

Deciding on a little detour, you send Dave a quick picture message and wait for his reply: a thumbs-up. You'll take that as a sign they'll wait for you.

With that handled, you walk over to the girl. Noticing you, she looks up from her phone.

"What do you want?" She says impatiently.

Well, you suppose you might as well try to fit in with this new reality and just ask.

"Oh, uh, I couldn't help but notice how great your outfit is,” you begin with a smile, “and I was wondering if you might want some of that cum I know you girls—"

She starts laughing. “Uh dude, I'm SO not your cum dumpster," she replies with a sneer.

Did you say something wrong?

"Of course not, but you know, you’re not wearing any pants..."

"All you guys think just because you creep on girls like me and get hard, that we're supposed to do something about it,” she continues in a frustrated tone. "Well, how about you go fuck off and jerk off somewhere like the loser you are?”

"So... You don't mind if I beat off in front of you?" you ask cheekily.

She stares at you with empty eyes that seem to want to burn through you. A woman's voice from behind you interrupts you two, however.

"Klarissa Mary Wendall, watch your language!" says the woman.

You turn to spot an older raven-haired woman standing there with a couple of shopping bags.

"I apologize for my daughter, Sir. She didn’t mean it,” she says apologetically, turning to address you. The mother is wearing tight jeans and an even-tighter sports bra that hugs her double-D breasts while showing off her cleavage and midriff.

Ah, so it seems you just found a teenager with attitude. But you keep in mind she did say you could jerk off.

"It's quite all right, Ma'am", you assure her.

She smiled at you as an acknowledgement.

"Your daughter did say I could masturbate, though, if you're alright with that," you ask, smiling back at her.

'Klarissa' made a noise to indicate her disgust. "Are you serious? That was a joke, dude,” she says defensively.

"Klarissa, I've warned you about walking around half naked like this! It’s just too much for a girl your age, not to mention how worked up boys like your brother get when they see you," her mother says with a sigh.

Her brother?!

"So? That’s not MY problem," she replies with a shrug. She looks over at you then down to your hard cock, before suddenly reaching out and rubbing the tip of your dick through your pants before pulling away and giggling.

Ah. A tease... She must get off on this.

"Klarissa..." her mother begins.

"If you feel so bad for him, mom, why don't you just suck him off? I've caught you and my dumb, horny brother plenty of times.” With that she storms off, her heavenly ass and hips swaying as you stare at them.

"Young lady, how... I..." Klarissa's mother is shocked at her display. After a few seconds, she composes herself and turns to you.

"I don't know what to do with her sometimes... Young man, I'll take care of you if you'd like that," The milf says to you.

"Oh, uh, yeah... Sure," you reply, not sure what that would entail.

“Great! Follow me.”

...

You stand staring at the bathroom door signs. There were the two you recognized: the symbol for men, and the one for women. But the third room had a symbol with a man, except with an erect dick and a drop falling from the tip.

Was that room what you thought it was? Before you could have your answer the milf walks by you and into the room, holding open the door for you. Walking in, you find various stalls larger than you would expect in a bathroom, as well as a couch and lounge area, a TV, and a stack of adult magazines. There are also a few trinkets and things thatvyou guess are some sort of sex toys.

“...So, you said you were gonna ‘take care of me.’ What did you mean, exactly?”