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Chapter 46 by immy2cho

Do you head to cafe? Chat the goth salesgirl? Pull karen into a changing room? Or enter the occupied changing room?

A deal is a deal

A deal is a deal, you are a man of your word, most days. You turn and exit the den of prey. With a glance to the right the left you spot the cougar print heels and large hat in the distance. Following her you start to feel that familar flutter in your chest, nerves and excitement bundled. Keeping your distance you seem to just keep getting glances of her in the distance. A fleeting glimpse as she takes a hard left turn near a smoothie shack. With a hustle you jog to the corner smoothie shack to look out onto the food court. You should pace your arrival for sure you think, less obvious that you wrre following an older futa for a satisfying cheating session.

Families bustle and yell from every corner. Food trays in hand, most tables fully taken. You see the large hat in the distance seated alone and sipping on a soda. The food in front of her untouched as her foot taps gently and patiently to the rhythm of the mall chatter. Visions if carmen sandiego flash before your eyes, for some reason.. it kind of does it for you. Her hat over most of her face, deep scarlet hair, and the trench coat to match, the look to match the mystery. You absolutely cant approach her here, maybe she would recognize you. A quick lap around the area doesnt seem to grab her attention, several futa seem to follow you around the room as you move but karen doesnt look up.

Fine then, you think. Youll just text her to look your way. Honestly not really the most fun way to make a move but itll have to do. Pulling you phone out of your pocket you see in horror.

"Installing updates, please wait..."

Ugh, always at the worst times. You didnt tell her what you were wearing or anything. A note maybe?.. she might not see it.. bump into her.. could work... you glance around for paper and a pen.. only for a very silly idea.

Dicks all beef hot dogs.

Crystals own joke fills your mind. "I can never look away when a boy is eating a hot dog."

This will be your hail mary. The futa at the register speaks fast and loud. "Hi welcome to dicks home of the allllll beef hot dogs, how can i help you!"

"Hi, yeah ill take one extra large dog, plain." You say as you peer back towards karen. She does not look up.

"Hah oookkayy, the dirty boy special. Thatll be 6.69 thanks!" She yells with a wink.

For the first time you see karen glance up slighty, before you can meet her gaze several futanari stand up in the way. As you pay, maybe its your imagination, but it seems like a record scratch has silenced the room. You could feel eyes on you from every corner starting the moment your order was taken. Its not your imagination.

For the fourth time you peer around, finally, illuminated in the center of the room an open table. You grab you food and hustle to it. In direct view of the whole room, you clear your throat loudly.

Silence around you. You grasp the hot dog from its bun, lean back slightly and push it into your mouth with pressed lips and percision. Honestly it felt stupid the moment you did it but like magic. The brim of karens hat tilted upward and her mouth curled into a seductive smile before biting down on her ruby lip. You bite the hot dog in half as karen slowly taps a long nail on the table. Following the gesture you peer down, under the table.

Karens hand moves one flap of her trench coat to the side, showing a firm thigh. With a slow deliberate motion she uncrosses her legs and a long thick cock flops over the chair edge. Before you can imprint the image in your mind she crosses the other leg over covering her waist again. Your eyes travel back up as you see her gently place a pill on her tongue and swallow it down with some water.

Elegantly karen pushes from the table, stands up, and glides towards you. Each click of her heels seem to echo in the vast mall. From five feet she reaches into her breast to retrieve a note. Her hand glides over you table, releasing the note before travling up your hand and arm. Her heel clicks softly vanish behind you.

You just now notice your mouth is extremely dry. A quick turn of your head and body to follow almost causes you to fall out of your chair. Stumbling to get to your feet.

Did you attract a hot dog enthusiast or will you follow karen?

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