Chapter 6

We passed by a few nice dress shops and department stores. I guess Ms. Connor wasn’t looking for a “nice” dress shop. But then we also passed by the one that has the slutty dresses in the window. The type of dresses the young girls wore out to clubs. I was getting confused.

When we exited the mall entirely, I was dumbfounded. “I ... I don’t need to pee, Ms. Connor.” I said meekly.

“Good,” She replied. “Get in the car. I’ll drive.”

“But ... But I ... I thought...”

Ms. Connor stopped walking in the middle of the parking lot. She pulled my elbow to turn me around facing her. “Don’t think. You’ll hurt your brain. Just do what you’re told.” She paused staring me in the eye, her face just a few inches from mine. “Now...” She spoke slowly emphasizing each syllable. “Get ... In ... The ... FUCK ... Ing ... Car!”

With that, she reached down with her free hand and yanked the hem of my dress up to my waist, exposing my ass and pussy. Once I recovered from the lightning bolt that hit my clit, I looked around to see a few people walking toward the mall entrance, but they weren’t paying us any attention. I headed toward the car and Ms. Connor released my elbow. I walked quickly but didn’t dare pull my hem down. I used the remote to unlock the doors and entered the passenger side.

Ms. Connor, walking at a normal pace, finally arrived at the driver’s door, but she didn’t enter. I sat for a moment wondering. She then bent to look in the window, tapped the glass and asked me to come open the door for her.

God. She knew how to make my clit jump. With my dress still around my waist, I got out. I shuffled around the car in my new heels and opened the door for her.

“That’s better,” she said as she got in. I closed the door, shuffled back around toward the passenger side.

Half-way around, I heard a boy’s voice call out, “Mommy, she’s naked!”

I didn’t pause to look and just got in the car, breathing heavily.

“Take that disgusting dress off,” Ms. Connor ordered, and I complied immediately – without thinking. After all, I was told not to think. “Put your shoes in the back seat,” was her next command, which I followed without question. I was completely naked.

Ms. Connor pulled the car out of the parking spot and pulled up to the entrance of the mall. “Toss the dress in the trash over there,” pointing to a trash can near the entrance.

I waited a moment for an opportunity to do as I was told without anyone seeing me. Once the coast was clear, I jumped out of the car. I draped the dress over my nakedness and with only being covered a bit in front, ran over to the trash can. It was about a twenty-foot scamper. I balled the dress up and tossed the last article of clothing I owned into the trash.

As I let go of the garment, a terrifying thought came into my mind. What if Ms. Connor pulled the car away? I’d be outside in public, completely naked with no where to run. No where to hide. I panicked at the thought and quickly draped my left arm over my tits. My right hand shot down to cover my bald pussy. I was so soaking wet down there that my hand slipped down. My fingers ran over my big horny clit and right into my gaping pussy.

I hardly noticed the group of teens barge out of the mall entrance. They didn’t notice the naked mom off to their right as they headed out to their car.

The combination of the thoughts of Ms. Connor driving off and me being caught naked by these teens with the unexpected stimulation to my clit and pussy overwhelmed me. I totally lost all sense of normalcy and gave in to the humiliation slut that was always inside me. It was deep inside at one time, but right out in the open today.

I squeezed my nipple hard and vigorously started pumping my fingers in and out of my dripping pussy. I shoved the heel of my hand roughly into my clit with each thrust of my fingers. It only took two or three thrusts before my orgasm hit me. I kept my mouth closed tightly to prevent screaming my indignity out to the world.

“MMMMFFFFFF ... UNGHHHH ... MMMMM ... MMMMM ... MMMM...” I moaned as wave after wave hit me. I was completely naked in public, masturbating and cumming like a total slut. And I came hard. Harder than I’d ever cum. I shot my left hand out to grab the trash can and slowly fell to my knees, my fingers never leaving my horny pussy. My left hand then fell to the ground and I spread my knees working my pussy to prolong my orgasm. Finally, the waves subsided, and I came to my senses.

“Oh my GOD!” I cried as I recovered. I stumbled to my feet and breathlessly made my way back to the car. I climbed in and slammed the door shut.

“What the FUCK was that?” Ms. Connor asked. I think even she was shocked by my display.

“I ... I...” I tried to apologize, but I was too winded to even talk.

“That’s two! Two times you came without permission. Look at you. You still can’t bring yourself to take your fingers out of your slutty pussy, can you?”

Her words made me realize that my fingers didn’t leave my pussy the whole time. I put my head down. I couldn’t look at her as I withdrew my fingers. They were soaked.

“Clean them,” she ordered.

I opened the glove box to grab the baby wipes, but she stopped me by grabbing my wrist. She pulled my hand up toward my mouth and I didn’t resist her. I put my fingers in my mouth and cleaned my pussy juice off them. My pussy tasted dirty; unlike the clean, young teen pussy I’d licked earlier.

Ms. Connor let go of my wrist and my hand fell into my lap. She drove out of the parking lot and onto the main road. I was aware of my nakedness as we drove and slouched down in the seat as far as my seatbelt would allow. I guessed that no one could really tell that I was naked, so I made no effort to cover myself. Ms. Connor would probably not like that anyway.

She drove into the industrial section of town and weaved her way toward the seedier section. We drove passed the machine shops, warehouses and occasional strip bar. She pulled into the parking lot of a large adult super store. I’d seen the billboard on the interstate for this place, but I had never been here. There were a couple of cars in the parking lot, but Ms. Connor drove around back. She stopped near the rear entrance, which was obviously there for employees only.

On the one hand, I was concerned with why she had chosen this place and what would happen to me here. On the other hand, if I was going to be naked and abused, at least I wasn’t in a family friendly mall. I thought that I should take Ms. Connor’s earlier advice and stop thinking. What did it matter anyway? Ms. Connor didn’t care what I thought.

“Let’s go,” she said but she just sat in her seat.

It took me just a second to realize that she was waiting for me to come and open her door for her. I did so and she exited the car.

She pulled a set of keys out of her bag an unlocked the back door. We entered to the stock room. Basically, just boxes everywhere. “Wait here,” she ordered and went out into the main shop area. I did what I was told and stood there waiting. Naked. I wanted to touch my pussy again, but I didn’t. I was in enough trouble already.

Looking around, I noticed a clothes rack with various slutty outfits hanging on it. I also noticed among the boxes a bunch of different sex toys. Looking to my left, I found the S&M stock section and looked quickly away after catching a glimpse of a studded leather paddle hanging on a hook.

I heard a familiar voice, “Well, well. Look who we have here.”

I turned to find a familiar face. It was Tanya, the black cheerleader that participated in my daughter’s initiation last night. She was wearing tight, black yoga pants and a black studded corset. Her matching black heels were similar to the ones I tried on earlier but could not walk in. She walked comfortably in them. Out of reflex, I started to cover my naked tits and pussy.

“No, no, no,” she said as she walked over. She pulled my hands to my sides and I didn’t resist. She towered over me in her heels, especially since I was still barefoot. “There’s no need for modesty between us. We’re old friends, aren’t we? Aren’t we, Duck Dynasty?”

I remembered getting that nickname last night when my hairy pussy was revealed to the girls. But it wasn’t hairy now. Still, being called that by a teen made me squirm in embarrassment. It also reminded me of Ms. Connor’s orders to keep my pussy bald from now on.

Ms. Connor poked her head into the stock room, laughing. “I don’t think that nickname applies any more. Come on. Let’s go shopping,” she said. “Oh, by the way,” she added, “I own this shop. It was my Dad’s and he left it to me when he died last year. Tonya works for me.”

Tonya held my hand and led me to my next adventure. Stepping out of the stock room, there was a fitting room on my left and restroom on my right. We walked through the short hall between them and into the shop. The main shop area was separated into sections by moveable walls, the type you find in offices that separate cubicles.

On my immediate left was a sex toy section. A cheesy looking man was examining a penis pump as we walked by. He didn’t look up, so I went by unnoticed. The section on my immediate right was hidden by high walls. A sign hung from the ceiling that read “Kinky”. We walked by those two sections toward the front of the store.

In front, the lingerie section was on my right and dresses and outfits were on my left. Two young girls were shopping in the lingerie section. I’m sure they had to be at least eighteen years old to be in the store.

Tonya pulled me into the dress section, which was empty until the three of us walked in. “God!” I thought to myself. “Is this the stuff I’m going to have to wear?” The outfits I saw were barely better than being naked.

The sales counter was in front of the dress section. A young girl stepped out from behind the counter, “Wow! Ms. Tonya,” she said giggling, “She really IS naked!”

I blushed, noticing that she referred to Tonya as Ms. I was getting used to the hierarchy among Ms. Connor’s stable of girls and knew that this girl was below Tonya in the pecking order.

The brown-haired girl was wearing a tight red dress that looked like it came off one of the racks in the store. It was very short and low cut. She didn’t have much on top, but what she had was pushed up and into view by what I assumed was a push-up bra.

“Don’t be rude. Introduce yourself,” Ms. Connor ordered and nudged me with her elbow.

“Oh ... I’m sorry. I’m Ms ... my name is ... I’m Susan Gle...” I stammered through my more formal names and remembered what Ms. Connor wanted me to be called. “I’m ... Suzy,” I said and extended my hand.

The girl gently shook my offered hand, giggling. “My name is Giggles,” more giggles. “I bet you can guess why.”

“Giggles here is almost as ticklish as you are, Suzy.” Ms. Connor said. I blushed a deeper red and Giggles giggled some more. “You keep an eye on the store while Tonya and I help Suzy here. As you can see, she needs some new clothes.”

“She sure does,” Giggles replied and stepped back behind the counter.

Ms. Connor grabbed a package of black stretch pants from a display rack. “Try these on for size,” she said. “Tonya, pick out a few dresses. You know what I like.” Apparently, I was here to be shopped for, not to shop for myself.

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” Tonya said and moved over to the racks.

I took the tights from Ms. Connor and started toward the dressing room.

She grabbed my elbow. “Where are you going? You’re already naked. Try them on here.”

“Yes. Ms. Connor,” I answered. “Of course. How silly of me. I don’t need to go to the fitting room if I’m already naked.” Giggles’ giggling was getting a little annoying.

I looked at the package and noticed that the size was one smaller than I usually wore. I told Ms. Connor, but she said that I should try them on anyway. I opened the package and put one foot in, then the other. I started to pull them up, but only got them to mid-thigh before stopping. I looked at Ms. Connor, but I didn’t want to get her angry.

She noticed that I stopped trying, walked over and grabbed the tights. She roughly yanked them up, first one side, then the other until she finally got them over my hips and up to my waist. They were very tight and snug up against my pussy.

“This will work. Giggles. Grab two pairs of each color in size small for Suzy and put them behind the counter for her,” Ms. Connor ordered, and Giggles snapped to it.

Ms. Connor took a red, satin corset from a rack. “Put this on,” She ordered. “And, yes, I know it will be on the tight side.”

The garment had hooks in the front and supportive underwire to keep things in place. I wrapped it around myself and struggled to get it in place. Ms. Connor suggested that I start at the bottom and work my way up. I did as I was told and was able to get all the hooks connected. I felt my tits pushed all the way up, and though my nipples were covered, I could see plenty of exposed tit-flesh.

“Put these heels on,” Ms. Connor said as she handed me a pair of red platform sandals, similar to ones we bought at the shoe shop, but with higher heels and platform.

I did as I was told and felt six inches taller.

“Come,” she ordered. “Hold onto my shoulder. I don’t want you to twist your ankle on those heels.”