Lacey takes a detour

You sashay away from 'phat pharm' with your new plaything in tow. You reach center court and it's bank of escalators. Maddy prepares to step on the nearest one.

"No. Let's take the next one," you say and spirit the woman along to the next moving staircase.

You hear Madeline groan when she realizes why you picked the further escalator to take to the second floor. There are four or five eighteen to nineteen year olds loitering near the entrance to the escalator.

You and Maddy both see them eye the young ladies that pass them by. Of special interest to them are the miniskirted young ladies. You see them take a long look as their hemlines get more revealing as the lovelies rise on the escalator.

As you and Maddy pass, they decide to come along as well, noting how shitty-short your skirts really are.

You smile to yourself as you see the guys two steps behind you, taking in the view. You whisper in Maddy's ear that she needs to adjust the strap on her left high heel. She doesn't move at first. You whisper a reminder that you have all her money and ID. She immediately bends over to 'fix' the strap just before you reach the second floor.

There are low whistles and dirty comments when the guys see Maddy's pussy unveiled from beneath the denim sheath.

"Shit, man, look at that pussy!" "Nice beaver!" "The slut's got no underwear on!" They each take turns in their excited commentary.

You manage to lose them in the crowd when you decide to make a detour before heading to the other end and Seers.

"Those guys checkin' out that hairy pussy of yours got me to thinking," you casually tell her as you stroll down the second floor promenade. "If you're gonna be a real magnet for the boys, we need that pussy shaved, the young guys love it!"

Maddie just shakes her head furiously, knowing resistance is futile.

You turn into a large hair salon called 'Klassie Kuts'. There is a long row of old-fashioned-looking barbershop chairs, one at each of the otherwise modern-looking work stations. The many hair stylists look busy. Except for the one at the station you were hoping to get. The chair right by the main entrance and receptionist's desk. It faces the large front window as well.

This stylist has just finished with a customer and is cleaning up. You step up and interrupt her sweeping. You think she looks pretty wild and might be game for what you have in mind. Her hair is blond and spiky with dark roots. Small rings are pierced through the entire outer edge of one ear and she has a small ring on her left nostril.

"Hellooo.." you say, smiling at the woman.

"Hi," she says back to you, letting her eyes travel up your sunkissed curves, as well as over the generous attributes of the nearby Madeline.

You continue. "My friend here is a bit of an exhibitionist and has had this fantasy about being shaved in public. Do you think you could help us out ?" you ask, flashing a hundred dollar bill from Maddy's wallet.

"Mm.." she says quickly pocketing the offered bill, looking around the shop."My boss is out for awhile. I think I could help you with that. Take a seat," she says, smiling at Maddy.

Madeline reluctantly steps up to the chair.

"Oh, wait." The spike-haired blonde disappears for a second behind the barber chair. She comes back with a padded bench that fits over the chair's arms. She smiles and offers a helping hand. "It's normally for kids, but it'll elevate the uh.. work area nicely."

Madeline's lower lip quivers slightly as she seats herself high up on the booster seat.

You move up to the barber seat and recline the back, taking Madeline back with it. "While we're at it, how about a little more modern styling up here as well," you say, brushing the woman's thick locks into the sink behind her. "Maybe a little lighter, straighter, like Jennifer whats-her-name on TV." You slip the stylist another hundred dollar bill.

"Sure," she smiles, pocketing the bill again. "Bridget, could you help me here?" asks the blonde to the girl at the reception desk.

"Surely, Shawnee," the redhaired Bridget answers, somewhat taken aback by the woman reclined on the chair, her ass elevated, her miniskirt revealing her mossy thicket of a pussymound.

As Bridget goes to work on Madeline's more noticeable hairstyle, Shawnee goes to work between the curvy legs of the humiliated woman.

You do nothing to assuage her fears. Realizing her view of the picture window is blocked because of her reclined position, you play with her mind.

"Oh, Maddy, you should see, everybody's gathering around the window. Boy, are they getting an eyeful of your kitty as Shawnee shears it. They're laughing, pointing, I think one person even has a camcorder!" you lie. The window's empty right now, but not bound to stay that way for long.

Madeline is blubbering as you stand beside her head, her tears running upside down as she gets shampooed. She feels her legs spread further, her denim microminiskirt pushed completely out of the way as Shawnee foams mousse over her snatch.

Madeline feels a razor blade clear the last of her pussyhair as her chair is brought back to it's upright position. Her gaze darts between the nude patch of skin above her slit to the people walking by, stopping, pointing, staring. Despite herself, she can't help but feel pussyjuice run back down her asscrack.

No attempt is made to cover the woman's privates as her pussymound is wiped clean and the stylists finish with her cut. You move out of the stylists' way, grabbing a hairbrush and moving down to Maddie's glistening, bare pussy. Not caring what anyone sees, you drive the smooth round handle into the woman's needy pussy, sending her into orgasm almost immediately.

Minutes later, you are guiding Maddy out of the salon, her legs wobbly beneath her. "The boys will love you now, Maddie!" you smile at her in her new 'do. The late afternoon sun shines low into the atrium windows of the mall roof as you head towards Seers. You pull your sunglasses out of your bag. Putting them on, you are able to see two young guys looking at the passing crowd in front of Seers. One more stop before you hatch your little plan.