CH 15: Ride to School

Lila stepped out of the mansion into the crisp Monday morning air, fully dressed in her school uniform, a crisp white button-up shirt, its deep V neatly framing her small, perky breasts, tied at the waist to reveal a hint of her pale midriff, and a short, pleated black skirt that sat low on her hips, just barely concealing the delicate black lace panties beneath. With a confident stride and a playful glint in her eyes, she made her way toward the driveway, ready for another day of classes and getting fucked by her fellow students in the washroom.

Waiting by the sleek, futuristic car was James, the always smirking chauffeur. Leaning casually against the vehicle, his eyes roamed appreciatively over her exposed curves, and a familiar, teasing smile spread across his face.

Lila rolled her eyes and casually pulled her top open, flashing him her smooth, firm tits, her fingers running teasingly over her mounds before closing the fabric back up. It was their unspoken routine now. A simple, effortless way to keep him from pestering her with mindless chatter on the drive to school.

“Good morning, slut. I told you I’d see those tits again on Monday.” James grinned, his eyes drinking in her petite form.

Lila just rolled her eyes again, moving past him toward the open door.

“How was the rest of the party? Did the old man fuck you until you passed out? You look tired.” He smirked, pushing off the car and opening the door for her.

Lila ignored him and continued towards the car door. James stepped in front of her, his eyes locked onto her small, pert breasts, their pink tips poking through her thin shirt.

Lila ignored him and reached for the car door, but James stepped in front of her, his arm casually blocking her way.

“Not so fast, slut.”

The word landed harder this time.

Slut.

Lila had heard it before, from him, from no one else. It wasn’t a word people used anymore, not seriously. Not in this world. The days of women being degraded for their sexuality were long gone, the old taboos stripped away with time. Sex work was legal, respected, even celebrated. No one was “used” or “shamed” for pleasure anymore.

And yet, James still used it. Still called her that.

Slut.

She had never been called that before him, had never even thought of herself in that way. She wasn’t ashamed of her sex life, she had no reason to be. No one in this world did. She could fuck who she wanted, when she wanted, with as many people as she wanted, and no one would judge her for it.

No one but him.

James, with his sharp eyes, his knowing smirk, his voice dripping with mockery every time he said it. Slut. The way it left his mouth, smooth and slow, like he was tasting it. Like he was branding her with it. Like he wanted her to own it. He made it sound dirty, forbidden, something she was never supposed to be called. And yet, something she couldn’t stop reacting to.

Lila hated how it made her feel. How good it made her feel.

Her breath hitched, a familiar heat stirring between her thighs. She shouldn’t have liked it. Should’ve corrected him, like Andrew had when he told her not to use words like that about herself. Should’ve rolled her eyes, brushed past him, told him to grow the fuck up.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she stood there, her pulse quickening, heat licking up her spine like a slow, deliberate touch.

Instead, she stood there, her pulse quickening, heat spreading through her limbs like a slow, steady flame. Her skin prickled, hyper-aware of the morning air kissing the bare midriff between her knotted shirt and skirt, against the open V of her shirt, where her small, perky breasts rose and fell with each uneven breath. Her nipples tingled beneath the thin white fabric, the cold air hardening them into aching peaks, a subtle throb settling between her thighs, pulsing through her, making her ache.

She shouldn’t have liked it.

Her fingers twitched with the urge to do something: to shove him out of the way, to grab him and move him, to pull him closer just to see what he’d do next.

“What’s wrong, slut?” James smirked, tilting his head. “You look flustered.”

“You really like calling me that, don’t you?” Lila forced herself to laugh, trying to hide the sudden wave of nervous energy surging through her. “No one uses words like that anymore, James. You know that, right?”

“I’m well aware,” he chuckled, his gaze roaming shamelessly over her, his eyes lingering on her small, pert breasts, her nipples straining against the thin white fabric. “But you like it, don’t you? When I call you that?”

Lila froze, her pulse racing, her skin flushed.

“I know they don’t teach this in school anymore, but slut used to be an insult. A way to shame women for doing exactly what you do every day—letting guys fuck you, fill you up, parading around in barely anything, showing off that tight little body like it’s meant to be admired.” He smirked, leaning back. “That’s what a slut was, Lila. But now? Now every girl is a slut. And since everyone’s a slut, the word doesn’t mean anything anymore.”

Lila opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come.

“You are a slut, Lila,” James continued, his eyes locked onto hers, his voice low, deliberate. “You love sucking dick, you love getting fucked. You love showing off your body, teasing guys, getting their cocks hard, making them want you. You love the attention, the attention I give you. You love hearing me call you a slut. Because deep down, somewhere in that pretty little head, you know it’s true. You know what you are, what you’ve become. A fucking slut.”

“You like running your mouth, don’t you?” she mused, stepping forward, closing the distance between them. James didn’t move, but his smirk widened. “You like calling me names, thinking insults will get me wet.”

“I don’t think, slut. I know.” James chuckled.

“Then prove it.” Lila smirked, her heart pounding, her breath shallow.

“Are you challenging me, slut?” James raised an eyebrow.

“Get in the back seat,” she said, her voice low, her pulse racing. “Prove you’re right. Make me cum. Show me how much I love being a slut.”

A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, his smile returning, wider this time. He stepped aside, pulling the car door open.

Lila didn’t hesitate. She climbed in first, sliding onto the smooth leather seat, her skirt riding up, revealing the soft curve of her ass, the delicate lace panties barely covering her tight pussy. But she quickly lifted her legs in the air and slipped off her panties. She untied the knot in her shirt, pulling it apart, exposing her small, perfect tits, her nipples hard, her skin flushed. Her skirt flipped up, her legs spreading open, giving him a perfect view of her slick, glistening slit, the faintest trace of Andrew’s cum still dripping from her, leaking from her tiny hole.

“I’m waiting.” Lila smirked, her voice laced with a hint of challenge.

“Slut is the perfect word for a girl like you, Lila,” James growled, as he climbed into the car, the door closing behind him, locking them in the dim, silent interior.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Sluts like you don’t need protection. You love being filled up, don’t you? Love being pumped full of cum, love having a cock buried deep inside you. A girl like you needs to be used, Lila. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“And don’t ever call me a slut again,” Lila said as they pulled up in front of the school.

“Of course not Miss Lila, you are much too good to be called such a word.” James chuckled as he got out of the car and opened the door for her.

Lila stepped out of the car with a satisfied smirk. The morning sun bathed her skin, the breeze kissing her bare midriff, the hem of her short skirt dancing along her thighs. A soft heat settled between her thighs, her skin still warm, her muscles pleasantly sore from James’s attention.

“After what you did to me in that car, I don’t believe that word is even in my vocabulary anymore.” He smirked.

“Well, as long as we’re clear,” Lila smirked, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before turning and walking towards the school entrance, her hips swaying confidently.

James’s eyes roamed shamelessly over her petite frame, his gaze lingering on her short skirt, her slender legs, her round ass. He watched her walk, watched her skirt ride up, exposing more of her perfect, firm cheeks. His gaze drifted lower, to the smooth, delicate flesh of her inner thighs, the soft pink lips between her legs, the glistening moisture coating her skin, the traces of his seed still leaking from her small, tight pussy.

She had left her panties in the car, but he didn’t let her know. He had slipped them into his pocket when she wasn’t looking, a souvenir, a reminder, a trophy. Something he could keep, something he could savor, something he could hold onto and remember that even though every girl in 2186 could be defined as a slut, it didn’t mean it carried the same power it once did. It was outdated, meaningless, just a ghost of a time when sex was shameful, when women were judged for doing exactly what they were encouraged to do now.

James exhaled, fingers brushing over the delicate lace in his pocket. Maybe it was time to let it go. To catch up with the times.

But old habits died hard.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the first class, a class Lila had missed completely while riding James’s cock in the back seat of the car. She had left the vehicle feeling satisfied, but also slightly annoyed. It was a familiar sensation, a mixture of guilt and pleasure. She had given in, given up, let him win, let him have her, let him fuck her, even though she knew he was trying to prove a point. And the fact that she didn’t care about that, the fact that she had wanted him, the fact that she had enjoyed it, all of it, only made the annoyance more frustrating.

She just hoped that her trying to educate him while she was bouncing on his dick had paid off, and that his newfound enlightenment would mean he would stop calling her names. Or any girl for that matter.

Lila stretched, the fabric of her school uniform brushing against her bare breasts, the slight friction sending a pleasant tingle through her sensitive nipples.

“Busy in the boy’s bathroom again?” Tasha giggled as she walked over to her friend. “Got a little cum dripping down your thigh there, Lila.”

“Opps” Lila gasped, her hand pulling up her skirt to check.

“Whoa there,” Tasha laughed as Lila flashed her a glance at her tight, shaved slit, “Forget your panties in the bathroom too?” Tasha quickly swatted Lila’s hand away from her pussy, pushing her skirt down, covering her.

“What? No I wasn’t in the bathroom. I was late because I was fucking the chauffeur in his car,” Lila laughed, a playful glint in her dark eyes.

“That James guy? The one you flash daily? You fucked him?” Tasha gasped, her hand coming up to her mouth. “Why? I thought he was an asshole you only flashed to keep quiet.”

“He was. Well, is, I guess.” Lila sighed, rolling her eyes. “But, I mean, he started calling me a slut, so...”

“A slut?” Tasha asked, a surprised laugh escaping her lips.

“Yeah, I know, right?” Lila chuckled, her expression amused.

“Who the hell calls people that anymore? That’s so 2084. Or 2077. Whatever,” Tasha said, shaking her head, still laughing. “But wait, I’m confused. He called you a slut so you fucked him?”

“Yeah,” Lila replied casually, shrugging her shoulders.

“Okay, I’m going to need a little more info,” Tasha insisted.

“Basically I got him to fuck me, then I got on top and fucked him, since he was stuck under me, I took the time to educate him about the modern world and all that,” Lila explained, “and he apologized and called me amazing and I came and so did he and he admitted I wasn’t a slut and we talked and I think he might not be an asshole anymore.”

“Okay ... Well, that’s good, right? He was being an asshole and you made him stop,” Tasha pointed out.

“Yeah, it is, but ... I don’t know. I kind of liked the way he called me a slut,” Lila sighed.

“Seriously?” Tasha rolled her eyes.

“Yeah. It just ... felt good,” Lila admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly.

“Lila, that’s messed up,” Tasha laughed, shaking her head.

“What? Why?” Lila protested, frowning.

“Because, slut is a bad word. It’s degrading, dehumanizing. It’s a term that was invented to demean and degrade women. And now you’re saying you liked it? That it felt good? You’re seriously going to try and defend that?”

“I’m not trying to defend it. I’m just telling you what happened. That’s all.”

“So, basically, a guy was a jerk to you and you fucked him into submission, literally. He said he was sorry and you had an orgasm and everything was good. End of story.” Tasha nodded, smirking.

“I guess,” Lila laughed, shrugging her shoulders.

“You are one amazing girl, Lila. Truly.” Tasha shook her head, chuckling. “Come on, let’s get to next class and then we can meet up with Jess later, I’m sure she’ll love to hear all about this.”

“Oh, I’m sure she will,” Lila laughed.

“You know what? Fuck it,” Tasha declared. “Let’s just grab Jess and skip today. You already missed the first class, and I really don’t feel like sitting through another boring-ass lecture.”

“You’re just looking for an excuse, aren’t you?” Lila teased.

“Obviously,” Tasha grinned. “And you just gave me the best one. I need the full, unfiltered details of your chauffeur fuck-fest, and I don’t wanna hear it in between classes.”

“Fine. Let’s grab Jess.” Lila laughed.

The two girls made their way toward the east wing of the school, where they knew Jess would be lingering between classes. Sure enough, they found her near her locker, casually scrolling through her phone, her long, silky black hair tucked neatly behind her ears. Her uniform was as crisp as ever, her pleated skirt perfectly pressed, her shirt buttoned just enough to show off a teasing hint of collarbone.

Jess glanced up as they approached, her sharp eyes immediately locking onto Lila.

“You look suspiciously smug for someone who just missed first period.”

“That’s because she fucked the chauffeur,” Tasha announced, crossing her arms.

“What?” Jess blinked and tilted her head. “Okay, I’m going to need details.”

“You’ll get them,” Tasha said, looping an arm around Jess’s shoulders. “But not here. We’re skipping.”

“Where to?” Jess asked, an intrigued smile spreading across her lips.

“Park,” Lila decided. “Swings. Gossip. No school.”

“Fine.” Jess sighed dramatically but was already closing her locker. “But if we’re skipping, someone’s buying me snacks.”

The three girls made their way through the High School halls, weaving past clusters of students lingering between classes. The back exit was less crowded, mostly used by students sneaking out for a smoke or a quick make-out session.

As they pushed through the heavy double doors, a couple was already pressed up against the wall just outside. A dark-haired girl in a tight uniform skirt kissing a teacher they all reocgnized. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his hand under her skirt, fingering her pussy.

The girl let out a soft giggle between kisses, pressing up onto her toes as the guy murmured something in her ear. She nodded her head and dropped down, her hands moving to his belt, tugging at the buckle, her small fingers making quick work of his pants. The guy shifted slightly, allowing her to pull out his hard cock. She didn’t hesitate, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, giving him a few strokes before lowering her head, her soft lips parting as she took him into her mouth.

“Guess someone else is skipping class for a little fun.” Jess snickered as they passed, nudging Lila.

“Looks like she’s getting her attendance marked under ‘extra credit.’” Tasha smirked.

Lila just laughed, shaking her head as the trio stepped onto the open school field.

The breeze hit them immediately, warm but strong, catching the edges of their skirts and threatening to lift them up. Jess’s long hair whipped around her face, forcing her to stop and collect it, wrapping it into a loose bun on top of her head. Tasha pulled a scrunchie from her wrist and tied her own hair up. Lila didn’t bother, letting her long, wavy hair blow freely.

Another gust of wind, stronger this time, forced their skits up, flashing their smooth, creamy thighs, their small panties.

Jess let out a sharp yelp, her hands flying down to shove her skirt back into place, her cheeks flushing as a teasing glimpse of soft lavender lace was exposed. The delicate fabric stretched snugly across her mound, the thin lace barely concealing the smooth curve of her pussy beneath. She pressed her thighs together, gripping the hem of her skirt tightly as if the wind itself was trying to strip her bare.

Tasha just laughed, making no move to stop the wind from lifting her skirt. Her bold red panties clung tightly to her curves, the delicate lace accentuating the perfect roundness of her ass. The gust revealed the smooth expanse of her inner thighs, her slender frame leaving a noticeable gap between them. The thin fabric hugged her mound, the faintest hint of her slit visible through the sheer material, the soft curve of her pussy peeking through the gap in her legs.

Lila smirked but made no effort to push her skirt down, letting the wind do as it pleased. Unlike the others, she had left her panties in the car after fucking James, completely forgetting about them in the rush to get to class. Now, with each gust, the cool air kissed her bare slit, the breeze teasing between her smooth, parted thighs. But it didn’t bother her. Her naked body was already plastered on billboards, flashing across screens in ads for Pleazure Express, displayed for the whole city to see. A little wind lifting her skirt was nothing in comparison.

“You two don’t even care, do you?” Jess huffed.

“Why should I? If the wind wants to show off my ass, who am I to argue?” Tasha grinned.

“It’s just panties, Jess. Relax.” Lila giggled, rolling her eyes. “I didn’t even notice until now that I forgot mine in the car, and honestly, I don’t really care.”

“Whatever.” Jess groaned, rolling her eyes. “Let’s just get to the park and have some fun.”

The three girls walked through the field that connected their High School to the elementary school that sat behind it. A wide expanse of lush grass, the area was often used for sports practice and field day competitions. But now, with most students in class, it was a perfect place for the three girls to enjoy their morning off.

Lila was the first to break into a run, sprinting across the field toward the familiar swings, her long hair blowing wildly in the wind, her skirt whipping up, exposing her bare pussy. Tasha was quick to follow, her heels digging into the soft grass, her slender legs pumping as she chased after her friend. Jess was the last to start running, her heels sinking into the dirt, her long hair threatening to come undone. She kept her grip tight, her skirt still clutched between her fingers, but she ran nonetheless.

“Come on, Jess! Keep up!” Lila shouted over her shoulder, her pace quickening as the swings came into view.

“Easier said than done!” Jess shouted back, struggling to catch up.

“Just let go, Jess!” Tasha yelled, laughing.

“Ugh! Fine! Fuck it!” Jess cursed, finally giving up.

She loosened her grip, letting the wind rip her skirt away. Her hair came loose, the dark strands billowing around her as the breeze danced across her smooth, pale skin. Her skirt lifted, revealing the curve of her ass, the delicate fabric of her lavender panties cupping her mound, the sheer material clinging tightly to her soft, shaved slit.

The three girls laughed, the cool air kissing their skin, the sun warming their bare legs as they continued their sprint toward the swings. Tasha was the first to reach the metal frames, her heels coming down hard on the loose sand, kicking up a cloud of dust.

“Ha! Beat you!” she taunted, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

“Oh, fuck off,” Lila laughed, slowing to a jog. “I won.”

“Nope. I won,” Jess argued, joining them. “I wasn’t trying to win, but I won.”

“We’re all here, so we all win.” Tasha gave in, taking off her heels and tossing them aside. “Now come on, let’s get our gossip on.”

The three girls took off their heels climbed onto the swings, their asses filling the small seats. Lila and Tasha didn’t hesitate, launching themselves into the air, their hair flying behind them as they soared through the sky, their bare feet kicking high. Every pass caused Lila’s skirt to flip up, her exposed pussy glistening in the morning sun. But she didn’t care, too busy giggling and shouting taunts at her friends.

Jess wasn’t nearly as eager. Instead, she simply sat on her swing, her skirt pulled firmly down between her legs, her feet resting on the loose sand. She pushed gently, rocking herself back and forth, a content smile spreading across her lips as she enjoyed the warm breeze and the sound of laughter.

After a few minutes of swinging, the three girls slowed, their feet dragging in the sand, their momentum fading, leaving them swaying gently, their skirts fluttering around their legs.

“Okay,” Tasha breathed, her cheeks flushed from the wind, her long hair wild. “Tell us about your chauffeur sex. I want details.”

“What happened? How did it start? What did he do? How did he react when you rode his dick?” Jess pressed, her eyes wide, curious.

“He called me a slut,” Lila began, giggling. “God, why does that make me laugh? It shouldn’t, but it does.”

“A slut?” Jess snorted. “What does that mean?”

“Yeah, what the hell?” Tasha frowned.

“It’s a word that used to shame girls for doing exactly what we all do now,” Lila said, shrugging. “But it came from a different time, when things were ... stricter. Girls weren’t supposed to be openly sexual. They were expected to be pure, innocent, whatever that even meant. And if they stepped outside that mold—if they had sex, dressed a certain way, acted on their desires—they got labeled as sluts. It wasn’t just an insult; it was a way to control them, to make them feel guilty for doing what came naturally. But now? Now, in 2186, no one cares. A girl can fuck as many guys as she wants, wear whatever she wants, live however she wants, and no one bats an eye. The word lost its power, and when a word loses its power, it fades away.”

“Okay, first off,” Tasha said, holding up a hand. “Girl, that was a whole-ass history lesson. You been taking secret old-world studies classes or something”

Lila rolled her eyes.

“I’m just saying, it doesn’t mean anything anymore. It’s just some outdated word that barely exists outside of old media and history books. It’s not like people use it seriously.”

“Yeah, except James does,” Jess pointed out, tilting her head.

“Right? That’s what I don’t get,” Tasha said. “Why’s he so stuck on it? What’s his deal?”

Lila shrugged, glancing up at the sky as another breeze teased at the hem of her skirt.

“I think he just likes getting a reaction. It’s like he wants to see if the word still has any bite. Or maybe he just likes saying it because it feels ... different. Forbidden.”

“And you like hearing it, don’t you?” Tasha teased, leaning in.

Lila hesitated for half a second too long.

“Oh my god, you totally do!” Jess gasped, eyes widening.

Lila groaned, covering her face with her hands.

“I don’t know, okay? It’s weird. It shouldn’t do anything for me, but...” She peeked through her fingers, cheeks slightly pink. “The way he says it? The way he looks at me when he says it? It’s like he’s daring me to prove him right.”

“Damn, girl! This man calls you an ancient insult and you’re ready to climb on his dick?” Tasha burst out laughing.

“I said I don’t know! It’s not like I planned on liking it. It just ... happened.” Lila groaned again.

“So, what? You hear him say it, and it just ... what? Makes you want to fuck him?” Jess pressed, curious.

“It’s not that simple.” Lila crossed her arms, pouting.

“Oh, it’s exactly that simple.” Tasha smirked.” You like the way he says it. You like that it’s not supposed to be said anymore. You like that he’s the only one saying it to you. It’s got that little bit of edge, that little bit of wrong.”

Lila buried her face in her hands, letting out a frustrated noise.

“So what now? You gonna let him keep calling you that?” Jess asked, leaning forward.

“Yeah, if he says it again, you gonna climb on his dick again?” Tasha prodded, her eyes glinting.

“No, I don’t think he’s going to say it anymore. We had a pretty good talk in the car about the modern world and how if things like that word were brought back, I wouldn’t be there riding his cock,” Lila sighed, her hand coming up to her face, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. “But honestly, even if he did say it again, I’d probably just let him do me.”

“Why?” Jess laughed, tilting her head. “It’s a bad word. I mean, it’s not, obviously, not anymore, it’s barely a word, but ... Why do you like it? Why do you like the idea of him calling you a sloot?”

“It’s pronounced slut, not sloot.” Tasha corrected, a playful glint in her eyes, a teasing smirk on her lips.

“Well, sorry, but I’ve never heard the word before, and that’s what it sounds like to me,” Jess said, shrugging. “So, why do you like the idea of him calling you a sloot? That’s my question.”

“Honestly?” Lila laughed. “I don’t know. I mean, yeah, it’s a stupid word, and it shouldn’t do anything for me, but ... When he says it, it just...”

“Fills you with the urge to ride his dick,” Tasha finished, giggling.

“No. Well, yeah. Maybe. But I can’t explain it.” Lila shook her head, frustrated. “No, I change my mind, if he ever calls me that again, I’m not fucking him.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. You can keep telling yourself that, Lila.” Tasha laughed.

“Whatever,” Lila huffed. “Let’s just move on, okay? Tell me about your weekends. Who’d you fuck, and how many times did you cum?”

“Fine.” Jess chuckled, crossing her legs. “Well, Saturday was boring. I helped my dad and brother cum and swallowed a load from each of them. Of course they both returned the favor by licking my pussy and making me cum too. Then, Sunday morning, I was at work, so nothing happened there, but after I met up with Tasha and--”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Tasha interrupted. “Let me tell mine before we get to the joint part.”

“Okay, fine,” Jess sighed, waving her hand. “Go ahead.”

“Alright, so Saturday morning, I was at my place, and my mom’s boyfriend, Rick, stopped by, which wasn’t too weird, because he stops by a lot. But every time he comes over, you know what happens, he had to get between these thighs before he even touches my mama.” Tasha laughed, her hands lifting her skirt up to show off the gap between her legs.

“Your mom is so cool for that.” Lila chuckled.

“Yeah, well, I’m her daughter, so she doesn’t mind me having fun before I have to go to work. So I rode that white boy’s dick until I came all over his cock, then he came inside me and I made sure his dick was clean. Then my mom showed up and she gave me a lunch to take to work.” Tasha giggled. “Then work, blah blah, may I take your order, blah blah, would you like some extra sauce, blah blah.”

“You always make that sound so mundane.” Jess rolled her eyes.

“I’m just trying to get through the story, okay? After work, I went home, where my mama was in the middle of riding Rick’s dick. So, you know, I just hung out and watched her bounce on that thick white dick until they were done. Did I tell you she’s off the pill? Well, she’s off the pill. Rick wants to put a baby in her.” Tasha giggled, her hands cupping her breasts, giving them a little squeeze. “I’m kind of excited, honestly. I always wanted a younger sister.”

“Wow. That’s big.” Jess gasped, her hand coming up to her mouth.

“Yeah, well, that’s the story. Sunday was boring. Rick didn’t come over so there was no dick, but mama made it up to me by eating my pussy,” Tasha finished. “There, that’s my weekend. Jess, go ahead.”

“Okay, so Sunday afternoon, Tasha and I go out shopping. Nothing special, just the usual. I find a cute dress, then a matching bra and panty set, and of course, I have to try them on. I model them for Tasha and she says they look great, but you know how I am, so I make her tell me a hundred times.” Jess giggled.

“You really are a diva.” Tasha laughed.

“Well, if I’m going to dress sexy, I have to be sure. Anyway, while I’m changing, the clerk comes by and he’s so helpful. He goes through the clothes and picks out a bunch more outfits, all the while his eyes are glued to my tits. It was pretty obvious he’s trying to get me naked, and--”

“Trying?” Tasha snorted. “Jess, he didn’t need to try, you started changing right in front of him unprompted.”