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Please note:
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does
not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in
this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.
Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.
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Ashley at the Mall
chapter 1
Written by Janus
Copyright 2003
All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Janus/www
*****************
This story was inspired by an article that was published in
Newsweek back in August of 2003. Entitled "This Could Be Your
Kid" the article described the Mall of America in Bloomington,
Minnesota as a sort of hotbed for teen prostitutes. Chronicling
the experiences of a seventeen year old named "Stacy", the
article claimed that she would have sex with men for money or
clothes. The story has since been debunked by both the Mall of
America and the Bloomington police, both who claim that they have
not been contacted by the FBI as the article states. Slate.com
referred to the Newsweek article as "bogus trendspotting".
At the moment, you can read the article here:
http://www.msnbc.com/news/950065.asp?0cv=KB10&cp1=1
but I'm not sure how long this link will stay active. If
anything, you can always search news.yahoo.com for the terms
"Newsweek mall America" and it should provide several hits,
mostly critiques of the article.
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Ashley walked briskly to the entrance of the Mall of America.
It was a typically hot day in Minnesota and the instant the
twelve year old stepped from her mom's air conditioned minivan,
the humid air formed an oppressive wall around her. She had
hardly gone a dozen steps before she felt the beads of sweat
break out on her forehead. By the time she reached the door, a
clingy patch of perspiration formed on her t-shirt beneath her
backpack.
Before entering the mall, Ashley turned around and looked to the
curb where her mom was still waiting in the minivan, watching her
enter. Ashley waved at her and stepped inside the refreshing
air-conditioned foyer. Glancing back through the glass doors,
she saw her mom pull away from the curb and merge into traffic.
"Finally," she thought to herself.
Like many twelve year olds who yearned for their independence,
Ashley thought her mom was a little too overprotective. Today,
Ashley was just going to meet some friends at the mall but her
mom insisted on knowing who and where and how long they would be
at the mall. In addition, her mom had foisted a cell phone on
her and made her promise to call if anything went wrong.
Ashley had learned to tolerate her mom's demands. She even
learned to work around them at times. Like her wardrobe for
instance. Her mom always policed her clothing and made sure her
daughter wore reasonable clothes. Ashley didn't have a problem
with this at first until she found out that "reasonable" usually
meant "boring". Shorts, sneakers, and a sensible t-shirt were
often what her mother prescribed so that's what she wore today to
the mall.
But it was also why she immediately headed for the women's
restroom the second she entered the mall. Stepping inside the
stall, Ashley closed the door and began to take off her clothes.
Opening her backpack, she pulled out some clothes that she had
purchased herself with her own babysitting money. Her slightly
baggy shorts were replaced with a pair of tight jeans that the
twelve year old had to wiggle into in order to make them fit.
Next she pulled on a plain white shirt from the Gap that was much
more form-fitting that the t-shirt she had on previously.
Finally she pulled out a pair of flowered flip-flops and slid
them on. Ashley balled up her sensible clothes and stuffed them
into her backpack.
Before exiting the restroom, the twelve year old checked herself
in the mirror. The jeans were a perfectly faded shade of blue
that fit nicely against her butt, emphasizing her subtle curves.
The tight shirt meanwhile fit her body like a second skin.
Ashley was still somewhat flat for her age and her breasts were
merely angular points on her chest. She hadn't yet been able to
convince her mom to buy her a bra, but her mother would insist
she wear one if she could see the way the two pointy nubs poked
tantalizingly from the preteen girl's chest.
Satisfied with the way she looked, Ashley left the restroom.
Stopping at a bank of electronic lockers, she put away her
backpack. Studying at her surroundings, she memorized the
location so she could remember where to retrieve her backpack.
Once certain she wouldn't forget, she went off to meet with her
friends. She headed for their usual meeting space: the Gap.
Expertly, the twelve year old navigated through the enormous mall
with it endless neon signs and constant throngs of shoppers. She
soon spotted her friend Laura sitting on a bench outside the Gap.
"Hi Ashley, what going on?" Laura waved at her.
Ashley sat down on the bench next to her friend. "It's okay.
Isn't Cassie here yet?"
"She can't. Her mom grounded her because they got report cards
today and she got a D in English."
Ashley rolled her eyes. "That's so stupid. Who cares about
English grades? It's summer vacation."
"Yeah, " Laura agreed. "Her parents are such jerks."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to have fun without her," Ashley
said, surveying the mall.
"Yeah..." Laura said, trailing off. "Um, actually, I can't stay
too long today. I have a dentist appointment in an hour."
"What?" Ashley exclaimed.
"I forgot," Laura apologized lamely. "My mom is actually at the
mall right now too and we're gonna meet up again in forty-five
minutes."
"God, that sucks," Ashley complained. "What am I supposed to do
all day?"
"But look," Laura said, trying to put a good face on the
situation, "I can still do some stuff with you for a while."
"Hmmm," Ashley said. "Want to go to the food court? I'm
starving."
Laura made a face. "I'm going to the dentist. I can't eat
anything."
"Well, just come with me anyway," Ashley told her.
Laura shrugged. "Okay. Let's go."
The two girls merged into the traffic of people and made their
way upstairs to the food court. As they walked, Ashley scanned
the faces that passed by them. Boys their age quickly avoided
eye contact but older teenage boys inevitably looked them over.
Usually they checked out Laura. Her mom was far less
conservative and today Laura wore tight, low-cut jeans that were
a good three fingers below her belly button. To highlight her
exposed and flat belly, Laura also wore a short tank top that
clung to her developing chest. Unlike Ashley, Laura's breasts
were two apple-shaped mounds on her chest and her bra straps were
clearly visible beneath her tank top.
Ashley was used to Laura getting all the attention but she
noticed a few heads turning her way today. Some cute older boys.
Even some older men. She felt a blush of pride.
The two girls arrived at the crowded food court. Ashley grabbed
Laura's hand and pulled her toward Johnny Rockets, a 50s-diner
themed restaurant and her favorite place. They found a pair of
vacant and stools and sat down at the counter. Ashley ordered a
Diet Coke.
"Did you see all those cute boys back there by Express?" Laura
asked, grinning.
"Yeah, they were okay," Ashley replied. "I like the guy in the
baseball cap."
"He was so hot! I wish I was older so I could date him," Laura
sighed.
"You should just ask him. I saw him checking you out."
"Shut up!" Laura giggled, punching Ashley. The two girls
laughed and whispered as they gossiped. All the while, Ashley
continued to survey the crowd from time to time. Most people in
the food court were sitting at tables and eating so no one was
paying much attention to her or Laura. At one table though, she
saw a man sitting alone. He wasn't eating or anything. He
simply returned her gaze intently. Self-conscious, Ashley looked
back to Laura. When she glanced at the man again, however, he
was still watching her with a fixed gaze. She turned away again
and tried to resume her gossip with Laura.
Finally, Laura looked at her watch. "Oh shit," she said. "I
have to meet my mom in five minutes at Macy's. Let's go." She
grabbed Ashley's arm and they slid off the stools.
The girls winded their way through the food court. The area
past the restaurants was far less congested and Laura quickened
her pace, tugging Ashley's hand. Laura was moving so quickly
that she turned a corner and almost bumped into a someone.
Ashley recognized him immediately as the man from the food court.
"Excuse me," Laura said hurriedly, not even looking up. She was
about to continue on when the man spoke.
"You two girls are very pretty," he said.
Laura stopped, taken aback. "Oh..." she said. "Thanks."
"Would you mind if I took your picture?" When he spoke, he
looked at Ashley, not even acknowledging Laura.
"What?" Laura questioned.
"I think you're both very pretty. I'd like to take your
picture."
Laura gave him a dirty look. "Sorry, mister, we're in a hurry.
Come on, Ashley..." Laura pulled Ashley's hand and they
continued walking.
Ashley glanced back at the man, who was watching them leave with
an emotionless face. He was middle-aged, probably in his
thirties, Ashley thought. He was dressed rather well for the
mall, eschewing the shorts and t-shirts that most shoppers wore
for a pair of dark slacks and a nice button down shirt. His
haircut was neat and styled. If he had a tie and jacket, he
would probably look like a businessman.
"Geez, what a creep," Laura muttered as the two girls walked.
"He wanted to take a picture of us! Does he think we're stupid
or something?"
"I dunno," Ashley said. "He seemed kinda nice to me."
"Don't be an idiot," Laura snapped. "He's probably a rapist or
something."
Ashley decided not to argue and they walked in silence. They
reached Macy's where they found Laura's mom waiting.
"Hi, Mrs. Sweeney," Ashley said politely.
"Hello, Ashley," she replied. "I'm sorry to cut your shopping
short. Do you need a ride home?"
"Oh, that's okay. I have a cell phone so I can just call my
mom."
"See you later, Ashley," Laura said. "Call me tonight, okay?"
"Okay, see you later."
Ashley turned and made her way back to the lockers where she
stowed away her bag. It was on the first floor, she remembered.
And it was next to ... She couldn't remember. She sat down on a
bench to think hard. She was concentrating and gazing at the
carpet before her when she saw a pair of shoes walk up to her.
"You're not lost, are you?" a man's voice said.
Ashley looked up. It was the same man who had asked to take a
photograph of her and Laura. He didn't smile at her, but she
could tell he was joking by the way his eyes twinkled and the
corners of his mouth turned slightly upward.
"No," Ashley replied. "I'm just trying to remember where my
locker is."
"I see," the man said, sitting down next to her on the bench.
"You're Ashley, right?"
"How did you know?"
"I heard your friend say it."
"Oh. What's your name?"
"David."
"Nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine," the man said to her. "Where did you
friend go?"
"Laura? She had to leave. Dentist."
"Ah. Now you have nothing to do?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I should probably call my mom and have her
pick me up."
The man didn't respond to this. There was an uncomfortable
silence for a moment.
"Um, hey," Ashley began. "Um, were you serious when you said...
you know. You wanted to take a picture of us?"
"Of course."
"Why?"
"I told you. I think you're very beautiful. I like beautiful
things."
"Oh."
"Would you be willing to let me take your picture?"
"Oh, um, I don't know," Ashley responded, flustered.
"Please?"
"Um..."
"I'll take picture right here in the mall," he offered.
"There's nothing to worry about."
Ashley paused, considering. The man spoke again.
"And to sweeten the deal, I'll even buy you some new clothes."
Ashley's ears perked up at this. "Really?"
"Really. I'll take one picture of you now and then I'll buy you
a new outfit. That I will choose."
"Hmmm," Ashley reflected.
"And I'll tell you what: if you let me take pictures of you in
the new outfit, I'll give you $100 that you can spend on whatever
you want."
"Really?" Ashley asked again, not believing her ears.
"Really."
Ashley contemplated the situation. The man, David, seemed nice
enough. They were in a public place so he wouldn't be able to do
anything weird. A new outfit and $100 seemed to be an
exceptional reward for posing for a few pictures.
"Okay," Ashley told him. "I'll do it."
"Wonderful," he said, pulling a digital camera out of his
pocket.
"Where do you want to take the first picture?"
"How about right here, on the bench?"
"Okay."
David got off the bench and moved a few steps away. Crouching
down, he aimed his camera at her and fiddled with a few buttons.
"That's perfect," he told her. "You look very pretty, Ashley."
Ashley smiled and felt her ears redden at his praise. The flash
went off, temporarily blinding her. David got up and sat back
down on the bench.
"Here," he said, handing her the camera, "this is the picture."
Ashley took the camera and studied the small LCD screen. The
picture didn't look terribly exceptional. To her, she just
looked like an ordinary twelve year old girl sitting at the mall.
"That's nice," she said unenthusiastically. She handed him the
camera.
He took it and returned it to his pocket. "You're a very pretty
young girl, Ashley. I don't understand why you can't see it."
"It just... I don't know. Guy usually look at Laura and not
me."
"And why is that do you suppose?"
Ashley looked at him, uncomfortable at this line of questioning.
"I don't know. She has, like, bigger boobs than me. And her
clothes are better."
"Better?" David questioned. "How?"
"You know, they're like more sexy and stuff." Ashley sighed.
"Well, Ashley," David said, "I can't do anything about the way
your body is but I can tell you that I think you're an
exceptionally beautiful girl."
She looked into his face. He looked very sincere.
"However," he continued. "I can help you if you want to look
more sexy. I can buy you better clothes. That was the deal,
right?"
"Yeah..."
"Well come on, let's go then."
David walked briskly off toward the main bustling thoroughfare
of the mall. Ashley jumped to her feet and hurried after him.
"First things first," David said. "I notice you're not wearing
a bra."
Ashley glanced down at her chest and blushed. Her nipples were
clearly visible, poking through her shirt.
"Don't be embarrassed," David told her. "I think you look much
more sexy without a bra, but I know young girls would prefer one.
Would you like me to buy one for you?"
Ashley felt self-conscious by his forwardness. But it was true.
She would feel more grown up and pretty if she had a bra like
the older girls.
David guided her to the GapBody store. They left ten minutes
later, Ashley carrying a small bag that contained a demi mesh bra
in a 32A size. The process continued as they went to several
other stores to assemble Ashley's new outfit: Express,
Abercrombie, Victoria's Secret...
"Well, Ashley," David said, "I think we're done shopping now.
Do you want to head into a restroom to change into your new
clothes?"
"Okay."
"Here," David said, handing her a pen-knife. "You can use this
to cut off the price tags."
Ashley headed into the bathroom. As she did before, she locked
herself in a stall and began to strip, only this time she took
off all her clothes including her underwear. She shivered a
moment. Even in the stall, it felt funny to be naked at the mall
wearing nothing but her flip-flops. She pulled open the bag of
clothes.
She put on the bra first. Ashley enjoyed putting it on, hooking
the straps behind her back. Next she reached into the Victoria's
Secret bag and produced a pair of thong panties. They had to buy
the XS size but it was a real thong panty. Ashley slipped them
on, feeling the thin strip of cloth run between her butt crack.
The triangle of cloth perfectly cradled the plump lips of her
sex. It made her feel older to wear this kind of underwear.
Next she pulled on a lacy tank top from Abercrombie that fit
very tightly against her young body. It was a dark maroon that
contrasted well with her blond hair that hung in a ponytail.
Ashley was drawn to this tank top because of its lacy straps and
the semi-sheer material that would reveal her new black bra. The
tank top was cut short as well, the hem ending just above her
belly button.
Finally, she pulled out a pair of shorts from Express. They
were very short shorts with only a two inch inseam. On top of
that, they were very low rise, exposing her smooth, flat belly.
Ashley wiggled into the shorts and buttoned them up. Feeling
behind her, she touched the waist of the shorts. They were low
enough that her thong was visible. It was perfect.
Ashley packed up her old clothes into the shopping bags. She
was about to exit the restroom when her reflection in the mirror
caught her eye. She looked like a completely different girl. The
lacy and sheer tank top fit her young body like a glove and her
black bra was evident underneath it. The shorts were very
revealing and when she turned around, she could clearly see the
thong rising above the waistband.
Exiting the restroom, she saw David waiting for her. The second
he saw her, a wide smile broke across his face. She blushed as
she saw his reaction. He was beaming at her with a look of pride
almost, like he was her father or something.
"Ashley," he breathed, " you look absolutely stunning. I can't
believe my eyes. I've never seen a girl as pretty as you
before."
The young girl, unused to such praise, couldn't help from
grinning widely. She was too pleased to speak.
David took her by the arm. "Come on," he said. "Let's go take
some pictures at Camp Snoopy, shall we? The lighting is better
over there."
Ashley nodded. Camp Snoopy was the Mall of America's indoor
amusement park complete with rides and games. As she walked, she
couldn't help but notice how the teenage boys openly ogled her
now as she walked by. She almost burst with pride.
David navigated his way through Camp Snoopy. He seemed to be
familiar with its layout. They eventually arrived at a lone
bench in a corner of the amusement park. The bench was shielded
from other people by a dense and artificial foliage of trees and
tropical plants.
"Have a seat," he told her.
Ashley sat down on the bench, suddenly uncertain of what to do.
David pulled out his digital camera again and began snapping
pictures. He began to coach her, asking her to turn her head
slightly, position her hands, rotate her torso... Ashley began
to enjoy herself as he snapped away. She felt glamorous, like a
fashion model.
"That's wonderful, Ashley. Beautiful," David was saying.
"That's right turn your head towards me, smile... Perfect. Look
up at the light... Close your eyes a bit... Excellent... Right,
now face me... right, relax your upper body a bit..."
Ashley pouted and smiled and looked thoughtful for the camera.
She really liked this feeling. The twelve year old's poses grew
more relaxed and daring. Ashley looked over her shoulder and let
her hair dangle over her eyes. She parted her lips slightly in
what she hoped would be a sexy look. David reacted approvingly,
urging her on.
"That's beautiful, Ashley, just beautiful."
Next Ashley sat facing him with her knees together but her feet
spread apart. David smiled at her and continued taking pictures.
Feeling naught suddenly, Ashley let her knees open up just an
inch or two. David didn't seem to notice for he just kept taking
pictures. She let her knees open a little more. She knew the
shorts were so short that she was being a bit revealing, but the
preteen girl didn't care. Ashley stole a quick glance at David's
pants and noticed an unmistakable bulge in his crotch. The sight
of it made her heart skip.
"That looks great, Ashley," David told her as he eyed her up and
down. Then he added, "Just like that. Don't stop."
Ashley felt a tingle of excitement run up her spine as she let
her knees open wider. David kept taking pictures. The young
girl continued to inch open her legs until she was spread wide
open before David. Sitting up straight, she placed her hands on
her hips and pouted her lips into a sexy expression.
David stopped taking pictures a moment. She saw one eye peek
out from behind the camera.
"I can't believe how sexy so you look like that, Ashley," he
said in a husky tone. "My God! It's incredible." His eyes
lingered between her legs for a second before disappearing behind
the camera again.
Ashley glanced down at herself briefly to see what he was
looking at. Her parted legs revealed a clear shot of her crotch,
the loose leg holes of the shorts revealing her black underwear
beneath. She reached down between her legs to adjust the center
of the shorts that bisected her crotch. Accidentally, her
fingers brushed her body and she was surprised to feel her skin
against her finger. The thong panty, which was a size too big
since she was so young, had ridden up and the thin triangle of
cloth no longer covered her crotch area. Instead, there was now
just a thin strip of cloth that ran between her vaginal lips, the
folds of smooth skin tantalizingly cradling the cloth.
So that was what David was seeing. And taking pictures of. The
thought made Ashley feel dirty and excited at the same time. She
felt some moisture start to form between her legs. They were at
the mall and someone could turn the corner at any moment and see
her exposing herself to this man with a camera. For some reason,
the idea of getting caught only made Ashley feel even more wet
between her legs. Boldly, she pulled aside the crotch of her
shorts, allowing David an unencumbered view of her entire crotch.
She saw him swallow hard as he disappeared behind his clicking
camera again.
As he continued taking pictures, Ashley let her hands wander up
her chest until they reached her undeveloped breasts. She
stroked her nipples through the mesh shirt and bra for a moment,
looking directly into the camera. It felt thrilling to act like
this in front of the camera. Reaching under her shirt, she
pulled the bra straps off her shoulders so they hung free on her
arms. The extra slack allowed her to inch her bra lower. Ashley
eyed the bulge in David crotch again. She watched as one of his
hands rubbed the bulge for a brief moment. The twelve year old
girl realized he was almost jacking off in front of her.
The thought only provided fuel for Ashley's exhibitionist mood.
With a final tug, she pulled her bra lower until her nipples were
clearly visible through the sheer mesh top. With one hand, she
reached inside the tank top to pinch and massage her nipple. She
watched as David hand returned to the bulge in his crotch. She
could see the outline of his penis through the material of his
pants as he stroked himself. Returning her other hand to her
crotch, Ashley found the thin strip of thong between her vaginal
lips was completely soaked. She was about to pull it aside and
start fingering herself when she heard voices from around the
corner.
Hastily, Ashley sat up straight on the bench and pulled her bra
straps back onto her shoulders. David quickly put away his
camera and sat down next to her on the bench. She had just
shifted her bra into place when a woman with a stroller and two
kids came around the corner. Ashley tried to look normal and
simply smiled at the woman, who apparently suspected nothing.
They watched her disappear around the corner.
Ashley sighed. David looked at her.
"I guess we should stop," he said.
"I guess so," Ashley replied reluctantly.
"You did a very nice job for me," he told her. Reaching into
his wallet, he pulled out several bills. "Here. I said $100 but
I'm giving you $150."
Wide-eyed, Ashley took the bills from him. She had never held
so much money in her hands. Abruptly, David stood up.
"I have to go now," he explained. "It was a pleasure meeting
you, Ashley." And then he himself disappeared around the corner
without another word.
Ashley blinked. If it weren't for the cash in her hands and the
new clothes she wore, she might have thought the whole episode
was a dream. She counted the money in her hands. Seven twenties
and a ten. All for letting a man take pictures of her. And
moreover she enjoyed the experience of being naughty in front of
a camera. Ashley reflected on the incident for a moment before
heading off into the main mall concourse to spend her money.
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Please send feedback and comments! Thanks for reading.
~Janus
janus_md@hotmail.com
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