The Photobooth

Sally made it 10 feet inside the mall before finding an old photobooth. This one had been fitted with a monitor on the outside so people could see what the occupants were doing to pose. She got a deliciously dirty idea in her head and an evil grin wrapped around her face. The booth took 4 pictures for a dollar; she was going to need a fist-full of singles in order to get let her idea work. For that, she'd need a target. It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for.

Two milfs followed her in the mall, each of them wearing thigh-high patent leather boots, one in a skin-tight leopard print teddy and a denium jacket, the other in a micro mini skirt and what could at least be described as a string bikini, at best be two patches of cloth and a yard of dental floss. Over that she wore a body stocking; just enough coverage to not get arrested.

"They gotta be strippers," Sally said to herself and moved through the mall close to the two women. They were extremely comfortable, Sally noted as she moved, and there were several times they brushed against each other's asses or tits, making their assets show off and both women giggle like school girls.

"Hi," Sally said, licking her lips as she walked up to them. The bleach blonde in the leopard print looked her up and down as Sally posed for them, letting them see her drenched black thong peeking out from under the hem of her dress. She knew they could see the black peep-hole bra as well, her nipples standing out like pebbles as the girls stood under an airconditioning vent.

"Hello yourself," she purred. Her friend, shook her head and rolled her eyes, her long raven tresses flowing like silk with the movements.

"Honey, we're not interested in little girls," she said, trying to brush Sally off.

"No?" Sally said, pouting, her hands going to her hips. She made sure her dress bunched up a little with the movement, exposing more of her soaked panties as they cupped her mound. Sally could feel her clit against the hot, wet material and it almost made her shiver.

"Lin, maybe..." the blonde said, her eyes raking up and down Sally's body.

"Ugh, fine, whatever. But you owe me," she said to her friend and squeezed the blonde's ass enough to make her jump. "What can you do for us, sweetie?" she asked, an impish grin forming slowly as she let herself take in Sally's body.

"Well, I want to take some pictures in that photo booth," Sally said, nodding over her shoulder to the booth by the entrance. She started idly playing with her thong, pulling it tight against her pussy, letting it suck between her lips. "But I seem to be a bit short on cash. I was hoping to maybe get some from you two?" she said, letting her blue pools stare up into the eyes of the strippers.

"Fine, but here's what we want," said the brunette. "You have to..."