You wonder if the kiosk girl will ever go into work again and then you remember that you don't have to wonder. A moment and a month later, you are are back at the mall and she's back at the stand hawking cell phones. Admittedly, her plastic smile is somewhat diminished.
On a hunch, you dial a number. One of the display phones starts ringing in a very familiar way. The kiosk girl jumps a metre on the spot and stares at it in horror, her cute doe eyes so very wide.
Heh. It's the same phone you shoved into her last month after raping her pussy right in front of everyone. The silly bitch must have pulled it out and cleaned it and then not had the guts to throw it out.
A snap of the fingers and the mall is frozen again. The only sound is the phone ringing right in front of the kiosk girl's open mouth.
"I'm back," you whisper in her unfrozen ear. "Can you tell me about your monthly plans?"
It's a matter of seconds to bend her over the counter and liberate her beautiful legs from her frumpy jeans.
"You really must wear something sexier next month," you tell her. "I'll be angry if you wear something this ugly when it's time to pay the next month's bill."
She whimpers between sobs as you enter her. Her pussy is as smooth and tight as last time, and her nipples as well designed for hard pinching. |