The mall, almost.

Three women were assorted in lazy positions on a bench in front of the local city shopping mall, waiting for whoever was supposed to be chugging down that street at any time now. Any time.

"Pretty hot, isn't it?" asked the middle, curly-haired yuppie redundantly. She was a very light shade of black, and currently staring towards the sky.

"You can say that again..." The one on the left, a crisp faced straight-haired brunette, with both legs situated perpendicular to the seat, had her head in her arms. Apparently, this was the cue for their blonde friend to look up from her phone and glare at nothing.

"Jeez, what's taking that driver so long?"

"Hey Cheryl, want to get us drinks from the store down the corner? You like jogs."

The woman raspberried her black friend as her way of saying 'yeah, right.' Dinah had prepared a just as witty comeback when suddenly, of course, something fell in front of them, with a messy thud against the ground.

"Ow. Shit. That was... high."

Correction: not some thing. Some boy. No older than Laura's little brother, looked like.

The inconspicuous teenager dusted off his generic pants and shirt as he rose to his feet, looking around with a slightly annoying self-absorbed look in his pupils.

"Where in the world?" managed Laura.

"You okay, kid?" Dinah, asked, eyebrow raised and audibly muffed. How did he end up there? Had he been coming from the other side and simply tripped?

Cheryl mumbled to herself. She wouldn't be surprised if they were all hallucinating at this point.

The kid seemed to notice them for the first time, and looked the trio over thoughtfully. He finally lifted a finger, pointing it at Dinah. "You," and then Laura, "and you, my legs need a breather. I want you to carry me to the mall."

Dinah sighed, and climbed off the bench with a shrug of the shoulders. "If you say so."

At the end of the bench, the leggy brunette reluctantly swung her head out from its lethargic stasis and stood up, trudging to the boy. When she arrived, he gave her nipple a succinct flick through her single shouldered shirt. Laura saw his hand move in against her protruding breast and then retract. She said nothing, as neither did her two friends, of which it had been in plain view.

"Nice breast."

A wry glance emitted from Laura's brow-pushed eye.

"Sure," she shrugged.

Mechanically, each women positioned themselves on either side of him as Laura took his lower half and Dinah his upper. He buckled his knees to allow himself to be scooped up into their arms, all four hands firmly grasping a region of the body.

They seemed to struggle slightly. Even if they were a notch fitter than they currently were, neither of them were used to lifting guys. Dinah used to be in cheerleading in her high school tenure, so it wasn't entirely foreign, at least.

"Wow, this is uncomfortable," the boy blurted anyway. "How about this."

Not short of a second later, Dinah and Laura lifted him several inches higher, calves relaxed; all hints of trembling gone. Not a vein resurfacing, or bead of sweat on their slender arms. They seemed to look much more good for breath, in spite of the physicality of their task.

Their talking luggage was in favor of the improved performance. "There, that's better."

A party cut short once he shifted his attention to Cheryl. The blonde scoffed at his stare, which took a while to meet her own. A much less surveying, wandering one.

"What?"

"You," he beckoned, Dinah and Laura joining his gaze with theirs, "feed me while your friends take me to the mall."

Cheryl stiffened. "But..." Her head was pounding. Weird. When did speaking become such a pain? "But what about our clothes we just bought, I mean, do you expect us to leave them here or what? Are you crazy?" She grabbed one bag with a glitzed up logo on its face. "This was on sale for a limited window, and I've been meaning to pick it up for weeks. Plan was to wear it for a corporate party my fiancee's holding next--"

"Forget about them."

She glared at him for a second, setting the bag back down on her lap abruptly, causing it to tip over and empty its silky contents out onto the pavement. Promptly, she snatched her handbag and her fingers flew away on her phone's touch-screen, pulling up the Uber app. This Herman guy was taking way longer than she cared to pay for. A few seconds later, their cancellation was confirmed.

Cheryl stood and went to their side. "Alright, chop chop, ladies," the kid clapped his hands, "let's get going."

"Don't get all twisted up now, Mr. Bossy," warned Dinah as she began moving anyway, Laura along with her.

The group started their way back to the mall, and as Cheryl pulled up to the kid whose name she still did not know, she brought out a granola bar and began unwrapping it.

"This is all I have, sorry," she said in response to their new manhandler's dour expression.

"No, no, that's fine." He gestured to her sparkly shirt, which was tightly draped across her torso. "But you know, you have some natural replenishers of your own."

"Huh?" Talk about a bubble. Which backwards slum did this guy grow up in?

"Your tits. Can I have a go at them?" His eyelashes flitted. This was all some game to him, wasn't it? "Come on. I'm sure they taste fine."

Another scoff. Really, if this was a hallucination, this heat couldn't die out any faster. Laura and Dinah sent furtively vile looks to one another as the blonde propped her bag strap over her shoulder, then pragmatically pulled up her shirt and moved her lacy brassiere cups out of the way, revealing in two glowing-soft editions, her perky, moderately sized breasts to the world -- or at least, these people, a sight of modern **** labor in res. The kid grinned as she unwrapped the granola bar and offered him a bite. He took it, and chewed.

Slap.

Shortly after, it was followed by one hand planted against her humble tit, as well as a skin digging squeeze, the kid's fingers plowing into the softness of her torso. Cheryl stared on grievously abiding as he moved his face forward, took her bud between his lips, and suckled on it. A whorl of tongue noticeably made its deeds known. Cheryl blushed as Dinah nudged her in the arm, and socked her back. She would've done it harder but that would've caused the kid to be dislodged from the nipple of hers he was currently sippin' on.

"Shut up." Her eyes bore into the black woman's, in silent gesture, reading, You'll get yours.

This only caused her and even Laura to laugh in a guttural eye-roll.

"Sure thing," her friend pursed, suddenly, "tittie flasher!"

"Letting a complete stranger suck on ya, huh?" The condescension on Laura's tone could have landed on radars. "Never knew you were that easy, Cher."

Cheryl reddened as her friends, whose ribbing she was normally used to, mocked her plight with more glee than needed. They seemed especially jittered today, and she didn't like it. She hoped the kid would make them take the long way around for once, and then one extra lap around the parking lot. Extra cardio worked wonders on a person's attitude.