Chapter 80

When I finished my drink, I made a rather loud slurping sound when I tried to suck all of the remaining droplets from my cup.

I noticed Brenda looking at me with a smile and joked, “Mmm, that hit the spot!”

“I could see that you enjoyed it,” Brenda giggled.

“I hate it that we don’t have Burger Queen at my college, but at the same time, if we had it there, I think my figure would be much different,” and I chuckled with my last remark.

Brenda and Tony smiled at my joke, but I noticed them checking me out. Then I saw Brenda looking at something behind me, and she said, “You know. You have a few fans already.”

“Some fans?” I asked.

“Those guys behind you have been staring at you for a while now.”

Staring? I wondered. Oh! Shit! I think I know why!

I quickly looked down and noticed that the hem of my T-shirt had moved up and was now around my waist. While eating and talking with Brenda, I hadn’t paid any attention to it, but somehow, the hem of my T-shirt must have slipped out from between the stool and my buttocks and slid up and over it, exposing my cheeks to everyone sitting behind me. I was about to cover my ass again when Brenda said, “Don’t! Leave it there.”

I looked at her, and she smiled naughtily. I smiled back at her and stopped what I was planning to do.

“You know, you should turn slightly and look at them,” Brenda whispered.

I did as Brenda suggested and turned a little on my stool to look over my shoulder at the people sitting on the other side of the aisle.

I noticed it was the boys and girls that had been standing behind us earlier. The moment I looked at the girl who had been talking to me before, she roared, “Nice ASS-sets!”

“Thank you,” I responded.

“You’re not even trying to cover up,” she said. “Aren’t you feeling uncomfortable knowing what you are showing us?”

“No, not really,” I answered, turning even more towards them. My legs were now parallel with the aisle, and I knew I was showing Tony my pussy again, but I didn’t care. “I hope you don’t mind it either?”

The girl giggled, and some of her friends, those facing me, smiled at me. Some of those who sat with their backs towards me looked over their shoulder so they could also check me out.

The girl answered, “Don’t worry, you have a very nice ... ass.” I noticed her naughtily biting her lower lip after she had said that.

“That’s good to know,” I told her jokingly. “I wouldn’t want to gross you out.”

“You would never!” she told me.

“Want to see the other side as well?” Brenda suddenly asked.

The girl’s eyes grew, and she asked, “You mean...?”

“Her pussy? Yes!” Brenda said, rather loudly, I thought. I noticed a few people sitting a little farther away, also turning their attention to us.

“Sure,” one of the boys answered before the girl could answer.

“You heard him,” Brenda told me.

I was surprised, not by her request but because I felt excitement going through my body. I hadn’t expected that I would still feel like this after running around naked for a week. And, I feel a little ashamed to say that I was very eager to comply with Brenda’s request, or do I have to say, ‘order!’

I started to turn on my stool towards those guys, and when I was facing them, I leaned back with my elbows on the table behind me and opened my legs slightly more. All those boys and girls were staring between my legs. The funny thing is, it felt like my pussy was getting hotter while they all stared at it.

“You shave?” the girl asked surprised.

“Yes, I do,” I told her, even when I knew I didn’t need to shave anymore.

“Are you a professional?”

“A professional? You mean a porn star?”

“Are you?” a boy asked, his interest in me peaking.

I shook my head and said, “No, I’m not.”

“So, you like being shaved?” the girl asked.

“Yes, I do,” I told her.

“Well, it looks nice!” she said with a smile.

“Thank you again!”

They kept on staring at my pussy, and I noticed that some of the people farther away also tried to catch a glimpse of it.

The girl, however, was looking down at my pussy and up at my face a few times and then asked, “Don’t you feel embarrassed doing this?”

“No, not really.”

She then smiled and asked, “Maybe a little excited?”

I returned a smile and said, “Maybe a little.”

“I thought so,” she said. I noticed she was looking at my chest now. I looked down and saw that my nipples were trying to poke holes in my T-shirt again.

This was the moment that Brenda butted in and said, “I you guys don’t mind, but my friend here was about to get us some desert.”

“Oh! I’m sorry,” the girl said. “We didn’t want to hold her up.”

“That’s okay,” Brenda said. “I know she loves to show off her body, so I let her sometimes.”

I looked at Brenda over my shoulder and smiled at her. I loved what she said because it was true, and I liked how she tried to embarrass me a little. It’s too bad for Brenda that this last part didn’t happen.

Brenda then ordered me, “Can you get us two pies and coffee? You can also get something for yourself.”

“Yes,” I said and noticed her raising an eyebrow. I immediately knew what she wanted and added, “Mistress.”

I got up from my stool and pulled down my T-shirt. I was about to walk to the counter when I remembered something. I turned back to Brenda and said, “Mistress, I don’t have any money with me.”

Brenda sighed theatrically and said, “It’s up to me again to pay for you, I see.”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry,” I play-acted. Hoping this was what she was expecting from me.

“Well, here is my card,” she said while holding her bank card.

I wanted to take the card from her, but she pulled it away.

“Not so fast,” she told me. “If you want me to pay for you, what can you give me in return?”

“Umm,” I let out, thought about it, and then answered, “I don’t have anything except for my ... T-shirt?!”

“Okay, I’ll accept that,” Brenda said, I noticed a slight crooked smile on her face.

Well, played! I thought while grabbing the hem of my T-shirt. I decided to slowly pull my T-shirt up to reveal more and more of my body to her and all the other people watching me. Eventually, I ended up with my T-shirt in my hands, offering it to Brenda.

“Thank you,” Brenda said while accepting my only piece of clothing. She gave me her bank card and said, “I would like a cherry pie!”

“Me too,” Tony added while he was staring at my breasts.

I then turned around and started walking towards the counter. I noticed that all those boys and girls looked very excited at me. The other people in the place also seemed to enjoy what they saw. I have to confess, I was happy that I didn’t see anyone upset about me being naked right now.

Luckily, only four people were being helped at the counter, so I knew I could get my order much quicker than before. Walking here, stark naked, felt rather strange but exciting at the same time. I sure was glad that no little kids were around today because I’m not sure how I would have felt if that had been the case.

While waiting in the row, I noticed people looking at me and feeling slightly uncomfortable, not because of them looking at me but because I was starting to feel more and more excited. My nipples were even throbbing, and I didn’t dare to pinch them to give them some relief. When I checked my nubs, they really stood out on my breasts. I was glad I had such large breasts because if they had been smaller, and I would have had the exact size of nipples, they would have looked vulgar, I think.

And, sure. Running around in the forest the past few days had also excited me, but it hadn’t been the same degree of excitement that I was feeling right now. Not even when I was among those boy scouts I felt like this. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was because this was such an artificial, more civilized place, you could say, that it made me feel like this. I knew I was doing something normal people would never do in public. But, besides that, I didn’t feel like I was doing something wrong. I was just naked, and that was all. The extra pleasure I received from doing it was only a bonus I gladly accepted. Well, truth be told, I could feel I was getting horny ... very horny!

When it was eventually my turn to place my order, the girl behind the counter gaped at me and smiled.

I felt a little unsure because she didn’t ask me anything, but I eventually asked, “Could I have three cherry pies and three coffees, please?”

While I was placing my order, she chuckled. Then she looked up at me again and asked, “Anything else? Maybe some clothes?”

“Do you sell clothes here?” I asked.

“Nope,” she said, giggling. “And if we did, I wouldn’t sell you any.”

I blinked with my eyes and asked, “Why not?”

“You look too cute like this,” she responded, winking at me.

What the fuck! I thought. This wasn’t the response I was expecting. I looked at a few other people working there and noticed they were all looking at me, even while they were still doing their job. Nobody seemed to be upset about me standing here naked, and it even looked like they liked it a lot.

Suddenly, somebody tapped on my shoulder, and when I looked behind me, I noticed a woman and a man standing there.

“Could you move along so we can order?” the woman asked.

“Oh, sorry,” I apologized to them.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” the woman said, even she had a huge smile when she looked at my tits.

I moved along and walked toward the end of the counter where I could pay for my order. While I did that, I heard the woman say to the man, “See, I told you there would be one of them running around here today!”

“Nikita has a good eye for girls,” the man said. “She’s gorgeous!”

“She sure is,” the woman said.

What are they talking about? I thought. It’s Brenda who invited me! So, why are they talking about Nikita?

I was stunned by their conversation. I had forgotten this, but when I heard that name, I remembered that it was the name of the daughter of the mall’s owner back in the day. So, was it maybe Nikita who was now the mall’s owner? And if so, what had she to do with me being here?

The girl at the cash register smiled at me and said, “Hello!”

“Hi!”

“That will be ten-fifty,” she told me.

I only needed to hold the card against the screen, and after a beep, my order was paid.

Because my order wasn’t there yet, I needed to wait for it, and I noticed that the girl was looking at me. And then she suddenly asked, “I just need to know! Why are you naked?”

Again, I wasn’t sure why I responded like this, but I kept on playing my role as a slave, and so I responded with, “Because my Mistress wanted it.”

“Nikita?” she asked me.

“No, Brenda. The girl I’m with,” I responded. Wondering why she also mentioned Nikita.

“Oh! Brenda, I see,” she responded. “So, you’re submissive?”

“Yes, I am,” I told her.

“I wished I had a girl like you to play with,” she said, smiling at me.

“You do?” I asked, probably sounding surprised.

“Yeah, I have always wondered how it would feel to dominate someone. And ... I would like it to be a girl instead of a boy.”

“Why?”

“Girls just look better than boys when naked,” she said, grinning.

I smiled back at her, but it also made me wonder, “None of your friends would like to be your submissive?” I asked.

She shook her head, thought about my question, and then answered, “I did ask two of them, but one just said ‘no,’ and the other just laughed. So, I never dared to ask someone else again.”

“I’m sorry,” I told her.

“It’s what it is,” she responded while shrugging.

“Miss, your order,” a boy said.

I looked at him, and he held a tray with my order. I walked up to the counter and accepted it, saying, “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” he said. Taking his time to check me out.

After he let go of the tray, I turned towards where I had to go and said to the girl, “See ya.”

“I hope so,” she said, smiling.

When I returned to where we were sitting, my heart skipped a beat momentarily. Nobody was sitting at the table we had been sitting at, and it had also been cleaned away.

I stopped walking for a moment and was probably looking upset. Luckily, Brenda released me from my scare by waving with a hand at me.

Thank God! I thought. Brenda was sitting on the other side with those boys and girls.

I quickly walked towards them, and when I reached them, I said, “Damn, you scared the shit out of me!”

Brenda smiled at me and said, “I’m Sorry. They asked if we wanted to sit with them.”

I looked at the others, and the girl who had done most of the talking said, “It’s my fault. Don’t blame ... your Mistress!”

I sighed and said, “It’s okay. I’m fine now!”

I then gave Brenda and Tony their order and looked at the seating arrangement. The girl confirmed my thoughts by saying, “You can sit next to me.” She patted her hand on the empty place next to her.

Because she was sitting on the bench against the wall, I had to maneuver between two tables to reach her. I’m sure those sitting there had a good view of my pussy, or my ass, depending on which side they were seated on.