7th Street Metro Mall

Kirsty and Carrie raced across the cold asphalt towards the 7th Street Metro Mall in an attempt to find some clothes. When it came to decent and cheap clothing, the large underground mall was the place to go. They usually go there to shop for cheap stuff when budgets were tight, since it was so easily accessible by subway. The station so happened to also be the main entrance, and they found the area just as abandoned as the rest of the city. Blessing their luck to see no one to ogle their naked selves there, they trampled down the escalators into the vast underground complex below, breasts jiggling uncontrollably with each trot down several steps at a time. It was creepier down here than it was above ground. The people here gave it character. The faces of the commuters. The music of the subway buskers. Now that it was empty, it looked and sounded more like a tomb. A well lit tomb plastered with advertising posters, neon lights and glass windows that showed off all sorts of things from sports equipment to vacuum cleaners. It was a trendy place, so there was a bit of class in its architecture. A place that felt like a second home for the two girls when it was all normal.

"Kirsty! Wait!"

"What is it? We don't have time!"

"Look at this..."

Kirsty turned to look at the shop window of what looked like an electronics store right next them. It was usually lined with multiple rows of the latest tech on display behind the glass. Most of which would be flat screen TVs, showing off next generation HD graphics, showing beautiful nature and travel videos on loop. The TV selection was still the same, but the screens were showing off a different kind of 'nature'. On the dozens of screens that the two could see, they were all blatantly showing hardcore porn in all its uncensored glory. Men and women screwed each other with abandon in various states of ecstatic delight. There were tower shots of the action, close ups of each deep and sensual suckle of lips on dicks of all sizes, panoramas of huge orgies in locales. Kirsty could see Carrie's gaze lock onto the biggest screen, showing a close up of an unknown man's plump and virile member, the tip pointed straight towards the camera and a hand stroking it rhythmically. She visibly winced as several jets of thick spunk spewed onto the lens. Kirsty could not help but feel extremely dirtied, covering her face in shame and disgust.

"Carrie... Let's go..." She whimpered, but when she turned to look at her friend, she found that her eyes still stared at the raw image of a man's thick seed sliding down the screen, as if fallen into a trance. Her lips had pursed wide open, holding completely still, as if in anticipation of receiving the man's streams of spunk into her mouth. The sight bewildered Kirsty. She had never seen her friend act like such a slut. She was usually so reserved, collected and completely shy around the concept of guys, let alone something as criminally dirty as a man jerking off on camera. There was even a trickle of juices running down her leg. Kirsty's fix on reality was in chaos.