The mall was a madhouse. Saturday afternoon, every store packed shoulder-to-shoulder, music thumping from speakers, the smell of pretzels and perfume mixing in the air. Mia, 21, tight body poured into a tiny crop top and a short black skirt that hugged her round ass like a second skin, had just spent the last hour browsing the trendy boutique on the second floor.
No bra, no panties because the dare app on her phone had already started its games.
“Buy something slutty. Try it on. Make sure someone sees everything.”
She’d picked out a skimpy red dress backless, side slits up to the hip, zipper running the full length down the spine. Thin fabric that would cling to every curve. Perfect.
Now, in the fitting area at the back of the store, she stepped into one of the curtained cubicles. The
