Public decency.

After a half minute, I stuck my hands down their pants, and gave them sharp wedgies.

"Agh-hey, that--ow ow ow, my ass, man, my ass!" Straight hair chucked her head up, fingers suspended in bent form.

"Oh, you'll be fine." I planted the thought in their heads to not adjust their underwear as they winced, straightened, and tried to nevertheless return to the status quo, weirdly **** to bring their hands over and move their panties out of their buttcracks.

"What are your names?" I continued, nodding at the straight-haired girl.

She cleared her throat, flipping her hair. "I'm Michelle."

"Amy," waved her friend, brow slightly furrowed at the still tangible sensation of tightly wound cloth between her peachy cheeks.

"What are you shopping for?"

"Shopping?" Michelle shook her head. "We're actually just waiting here for a friend of ours. She's in that boba place, right there." The girl pointed at a little spot right next to the clothing outlet.

"I see." Boba -- as in that Thai tea delicacy? "Never tried it." I turned back. "What's she getting you?"

"She works there, she should be getting off her shift in a a few." Amy's arms were folded as she helped correct the misconception. Thanks, Amy.

"So we have time to kill." Walking up to Michelle, I tugged on the bottom of her shirt. With one quick motion, I lifted it up over her torso, pulling it all the way to her clavicle. The result was one pleasant display of moderate sized tits, encased in a blue cotton brassiere.

I reached out and slapped my palm against the front of her left boob, watching her face after a squishy squeeze.

Staring back at me with a raised brow, she commented, "Can't this wait until, like, we're inside, or something?"

Not a lick of profanity, even. How upsettingly easy.

Moving forward with the molestation, I pulled down her cup, brushing against her budding nipple on the way. Then I flicked it with a finger, causing Michelle to wince.

"Like that?"

"You... flicking my nipple?" She snorted. "What do you think, man?"

"You're enthralled."

She rolled her eyes.

My hand squeezed her breast again. The feeling of its shape within my hand was heavenly. Soft skin. Hardening nipple, slightly coarse aerolae. It was all going smoothly when suddenly, a shout crackled through the air and the spell was temporarily broken.

"Get your hands off her!"

Turning just in time to see a cute girl with a red-hair crop and a tight, slender body (just like her friends) run up to us, I continued to squeeze my new lady-friend's tit. Even gave it a particularly hard pinch. Red-haired girl continued her bumrush, the young woman decked in tight black skinnies and a beige-colored button collared uniform up top.

"Hey, Liana!" Amy pushed herself up on her toes, waving lightly as Liana came over to us. The moment she did, she opened her mouth to release quite the vitriol.

"Let go!" My shoulder was gripped and pulled away, causing my hand to un-latch itself from Michelle's breast. "Get off, you, you fuck, or else!"

"Or else what?" I stared at her with a flat expression.

"OR else..." She frowned. With a casual swivel of the neck, she looked at her half-topless friend, blinked, then back to me. She seeemed to give me a substantial, if quick, once-over, before burgeoning her lower lip even higher against her top half. "...or else...

"...or else...

"Uh..."

She eventually sighed, all fear and anger coldly draining out of her two eyes, lids falling halfway down either ball, "Oh I don't know, do what you want, I guess, it's not like it's the end of the world if you touch her boobs."

That was convenient.

This aura had its entertainment value. Just as long as I wasn't being eyed by some rooftop sniper, somewhere, I could enjoy my fun, shock the public, then, once they assembled to intervene or get a closer look, have them as seamlessly in my pocket as everyone else in my immediate vicinity.

"Thanks, Liana," I bowed my head. Simply felt it. "Now allow me to introduce myself."