Head to Victoria's Secret

Eventually you find yourself in front of the Victoria's Secret, the warm pink of the decor inviting you in from the sterile, cold white light of the mall proper. As usual you try not to focus for too long on the posters of models strung up around the entrance, a practice you remember having to perform even in your young teens. On some level you had been terrified of someone 'finding out' if you stared at Alessandra or Candice for too long. You had certainly gotten more comfortable with yourself over the years, but old habits die hard.

You still sneak occasional glimpses, though, the gorgeous women in next to nothing making your body feel pleasantly warm. An enticing mixture of light, fruity smells from the various body sprays and perfumes making you feel even more drunk on the atmosphere. You find yourself rifling through the racks aimlessly, barely even focused on what it is you're looking at.

A beautiful slim black woman about your age with a name tag that read Kayla had approached you several times as you were browsing, and while she may have just been doing her job, she had been ignoring the handful of other women that had drifted in and out in the short while you'd been browsing. Whats more, when you made a quip about your bust needing extra support, she had laid one hand on your upper arm as the other went to her mouth to cover it as she giggled. The hand on your arm had lingered, which in your lonely, horny mind was about as clear a sign of interest as you could think of.

You had just summoned enough courage to make a pass at her when a voice from behind you draws your attention.

"Oh hey, Kristen!"

You had been absently staring at a mannequin in a bra and panties when the voice from behind you makes you start.

You turn, coming face to face with a tall slender brunette girl, her red lipsticked lips forming a small smile.

For a moment you feel as if the wind were knocked out of you as you gaze into her steely blue eyes.

She cocks her head a little, the smile broadening. "Don't remember me?" She asks, a strand of brown hair falling over her face. "I'm Brooke, Claire's daughter? We've met at your office a few times when I've come to see mom, remember?" She tucks the stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"O-oh, Brooke, of course!" You run your fingers through your own hair as you **** a laugh, hoping your face isn't as flushed as it feels. You had met Brooke several times at the office, her mother Claire was your bitchy, demanding boss. "I do remember, I'm sorry, was just lost in thought there!" You **** another laugh. "How are you? Looking forward to graduation?" She went to the same high school as Shannon if you remembered correctly, and she was set to graduate with her in a month or so.

Your brain is starting to catch up, and you find yourself really, REALLY wanting to keep the conversation going. Despite your best efforts, you start to check her out. Brooke was as tall as you, and could easily be a model if she wanted to, her lightly tanned skin and dark brown hair were perfect, not to mention her figure. She was wearing a rather tight dark green crop top that drew attention to her bare midriff. She also wore a pair of black boy shorts and a pair of white tennis shoes.

You had totally been checking her out the day you had met her too, but her mom had been introducing her so you had held off on really staring until they had turned to leave, at which point you'd ogled her tight ass and long, toned legs.

"I'm doing great, thanks, really glad to be graduating soon. College is gonna be a blast." That smile is fucking dangerous too, it already has you feeling like you're melting. She gazes into your eyes for a moment. "Anyway, just wanted to say hi, oh, and say hello to your sister for me!" She turns away.

"Oh, um, are you shopping alone today?" You blurt, hoping that didn't come out as awkward sounding as you think it did.

She turns back. "Yeah, me and a friend were supposed to go shopping together, but she flaked last minute. You?"

"Yeah, I usually end up flying solo these days. Hey, why don't we browse together?" You give her your most winning smile, resting one hand on your hip, the other shrugging your purse strap further up your shoulder. Somewhere deep in the back of your mind you realize you're posing like a Victoria's Secret model yourself, but hey, if you got it, flaunt it, right?

She pauses, and for a second, maybe even just a millisecond, you feel like she's checking YOU out.

"Sure," She says at last, the smile returning. "Sounds like fun!" She flips her dark brown hair over her shoulder like she's in a shampoo commercial, and all you want to do is run your fingers through it. Well... maybe that's not ALL you want to do to her, but it would be a nice start.

The two of you browse for a bit, bantering back and forth. The two of you seem to have an easy rapport, despite the fact you had only met a couple times before this. The tone of the conversation has been light, but you can tell there's something there. An undercurrent of sexual tension? Hard to tell exactly. You're not sure how far to push this, she is your boss's daughter after all, if you made a pass at her and it blew up in your face, you'd be fired for sure. Still, she was young, hot, and crazy sexy. And there wasn't any harm in a little innocent flirting was there?

"What do you think?" You ask, laying a lacy white bodysuit over yourself, arching your back a little as you pose for Brooke.

"Fucking hot." Brooke grins mischievously. "Goes perfectly with your look. You and Shannon are so lucky to be natural blondes. Your hair is gorgeous."

You bite your lower lip, swaying back and forth a little, still holding the lacy white piece over yourself. "Think I should get it? I'm always so indecisive with this stuff, but it certainly makes me FEEL sexy."

Brooke picks up a lacy black teddy and lays it against her figure, mimicking you. As she does she gives you a look that makes you moist on the spot. "White is nice, but I think black is more my color, don't ya think?" She whispers, the corners of her mouth slightly curved into a sexy grin as she gazes at you through lidded eyes.

If your body felt warm before, it feels like an inferno now. She has to be flirting, right? Your about to say something more forward, consequences be damned, when she grabs your wrist.

"Hmmm." Brooke presses a finger to her lips. "You know... why don't we try things on first?" Her smile has broadened to a friendly one, but the hand running up your arm feels anything but.

The two of you head towards the back, where the fitting rooms are separated from the rest of the store by a stripped pink curtain.