Jennifer Salvatore breathed in and stood up on tip toe and strained to pull up the too-tight denim shorts over her pert little ass. Her blond hair was still damp from the shower, and hung over her shoulders in a tangled wet mess, and her bouncing figure, still struggling into the shorts, caused a droplet of water to drip from the straggly ends of her hair and to roll coolly down her back until it was absorbed in the waistband of the shorts, just as she closed the stud in front. She breathed a deep sigh of achievement. She hadn’t worn these shorts for more than three years, and then, at a skinny 15 she had looked like a cute kid in them. Now they were transformed into an entirely different category, hugging her 18 year old ass which had filled out so curvaceously since then. If anything, the cut-off legs had frayed even more in the intervening years, and revealed even more of the subtle curve under the cheeks of her backside, cutting between her legs, pulled tight into her groin. She twisted round to see the effect in the full length mirror behind her, and liked what she saw. “I’m sure Jeff will be happy with my choice,” she thought to herself, as her eyes took in her reflection. She was still on tip-toe, as if wearing heels, and twisting round to look in the mirror had tightened the muscles in her long slender legs, emphasizing their female grace. Wearing nothing but the shorts, which barely covered her cheeks, and which were sufficiently low at the waist to leave the small dimples at the base of her back exposed, she looked stunning, and she knew it. Above the shorts, her long narrow waist extended into a finely shaped back, her shoulder blades clearly defined in her twisted posture. As her eyes followed her reflection upwards, they took in the rounded curve of her breast on the side turned towards the mirror, the nipple turned upwards to point towards the corner of the room. Further up, and she caught the reflection of her own staring eyes, her head turned over her shoulder, framed by that damp blond hair. Jennifer couldn’t resist winking at herself, pleased with what she had seen, and excited by what lay ahead. As she turned away from her reflection, and started to towel her hair dry, and then start to brush it through, she thought again about her instructions. The mysterious Rotter had come into her life some months before, chatting to her in the Internet chat room she had used so many times. Calling herself “jenbaby”, she had been immediately impressed with how much Jeff appeared to know about her, despite never having spoken to him before. She would find out later just how he knew so much, but that comes later in this story. They had got on well, and talked about all the usual stuff. Rotter made her laugh, but he also started to raise her interest by laying little subtle challenges to her, challenges she couldn’t resist. Over the months, they had explored all sorts of subjects, and Rotter, who she now knew as Jeff, had gradually pulled from her the fact that she liked the idea of being submissive. Now their relationship was on an entirely different level, and the latest challenge that Jeff had made to her was overtly sexual and submissive. She thought through the details again as she continued to brush and dry her hair. Jennifer had been “commanded” by Jeff to dress provocatively this weekend, and to go to the local Valley Mall where she knew some of the boys from school would be hanging out. She had strict instructions to flirt with any boys she met, and to do more if one particular boy was there. Jeff had told her he expected her to find a way to display herself to a boy named Kevin who Jennifer had told Jeff about during one of their late night chats. Kevin was in the same year as Jennifer, but somehow seemed a lot older and more mature than the other boys at school. Jeff had been insistent that she should seek him out and find a way to let him see her hidden charms. If she did, Jeff promised her a reward, but was keeping that a surprise. Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror again, and thought how she was getting ready to expose herself to Kevin at Jeff’s command; the thought ankara travesti sent a shiver down her back. She wondered what adventures the day would bring, and wondered what surprise Jeff had in store for her. She realized that she loved the idea of handing over control of herself and her body to a complete stranger, someone she had only ever met on the Internet, who was now controlling how she acted and what she did. She quickly finished her hair and make-up, applying it a little heavier than she would normally do for school; she liked the effect. Finally, she slipped on her shoes, and picked up the top she had chosen to wear, sliding her arms into the sleeves and pulling the crisp white cotton of the shirt across her chest to tie it beneath her breasts in a loose knot. She buttoned one button above the knot, and then turned this way and that before the mirror to see the effect. She looked sensational, but very slightly trashy. The shirt allowed anyone to view a fair amount of cleavage, but was decent enough, although it was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The smooth brown skin of her belly and legs contrasted nicely with the whiteness of the shirt, and the washed out denim blue of the shorts. She undid the single button and then leaned forwards, seeing the desired effect in the mirror of her dressing table. With the button undone, the shirt gaped enough for the whole of her breast to be exposed from the front left side. From anywhere else, she still preserved her modesty. Satisfied with the effect, Jennifer re-buttoned, flicked her hair from beneath the collar of the shirt, picked up her purse and left her room. Valley Mall As she drove down to Valley Mall, Jennifer was conscious of the pressure from her shorts against her pussy. The tightness and direct contact between the rough material and the soft folds of her sex was very pleasant and added to her already excited state. Jeff had been adamant about her not wearing underwear, and the strange sensation was more pleasing than she had imagined. As she drove, she couldn’t help pressing the fingers of her right hand against the crotch of her shorts, pushing the hard denim seam of her shorts even harder against her clit and lips. She realized that she was already getting damp thinking about what she was doing, and what she was about to do. At the mall, she parked her beat-up old Ford, and then slipped from behind the wheel. As she opened her legs to reach first her left foot out of the car, she looked down to see that her inner thigh was visible all the way to the soft, sensitive skin of her groin, the denim crotch of her shorts pulled tightly into the crack of her sex. She knew it would not take much to allow the lip of her pussy to become visible, and the thought thrilled her. As she walked from the car park to the mall entrance, she was already aware of the gaze of passers-by, their eyes following this precocious young girl, so obviously dressed to please. She reveled in the attention that she was getting, heightened by the knowledge that she was doing this under orders from Jeff, and that her own choice in the matter had been effectively removed. Jennifer quickly found some of the guys from school hanging about outside Auntie Anne’s Pretzels. There were five boys and two girls from her year already sitting around one of the little benches that were scattered around the mall. As she walked up to join them, her eyes scanned the group to see who was there. She had already realized that Kevin wasn’t part of the group, when Bobby saw her approaching. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw what she was wearing, and Jennifer responded to his intense stare by swaggering a little more sexily as she took the few remaining paces to join the group. “Hi guys,” she said in a slightly bored and disinterested way, as she joined the group. Now they all looked around at her, the boys with growing interest, and the two girls, at first, with delighted expressions, but which quickly faded into curiosity as they took in what she was wearing. Had it been anyone else but Jess and Christy, Jennifer’s two best friends at school, Jennifer ankara travestileri knew that she would have been subjected to a much more jealous and judgmental assessment of her appearance by any girls present, but Jess and Christie knew her too well, and were too close to her, to be quite as bitchy as the other girls would have been. The boys in the group returned her greeting, and then continued to stare at her as Jess and Christy took her to one side so that they could speak privately. “Jesus Jen, you look fantastic,” whispered Jess, “who the hell is this for? You don’t normally dress like this to the mall!” Jennifer smiled at them enigmatically. “I’ll tell you all about it later, when it’s quieter, but do you really think I look OK?” Now it was Christy’s turn to give her opinion. “You look great Jen, but kinda trashy too,” she said. “And I’ve never seen you go without a bra in anything quite as see-through as that shirt. You’re likely to give some of these boys’ ideas, or even a heart attack, letting them see you like that.” Jennifer smiled again. “Well that’s the general idea,” she laughed, “Have either of you seen Kevin?” “Oh my God!” said Jess, “Don’t tell me that you’re dressed up to impress that weirdo! He probably won’t be interested unless you’re carrying a guitar or something. And you’d need to dress in a grungy smock if you want to turn his head, not be dressed like Daisy Duke.” Again, Jennifer could only smile at the reaction of her friends. She knew they would be as excited as her if they only knew why she was here and dressed like this. She had already told them a little about Jeff, and they were intrigued. But for now, she wanted to keep the secret to herself for a while. “Well have you seen him, or not?” she demanded. Christy acknowledged that he had been around, alone as usual. “When I saw him last, he was heading into that charity shop over by American Eagle. Probably looking for a new old jumper or something. How can people wear other peoples cast-offs like that, it makes my skin creep thinking about it.” Jennifer thanked her for the information, then told Jess and Christy that there was something that she had to do, that she’d see them soon, and she’d tell them all about it later. Finally, she waved casually to the boys who were all still eyeing her like a cat eyes a bird, and whose eyes unanimously followed her ass as she sauntered off in the direction of American Eagle. xxx Jennifer approached the little charity shop carefully. She wasn’t sure quite what she would do, or how she would do it, but the first thing to do was to ensure that Kevin was still in the shop. She looked through the window, past the racks of second hand clothes, and spotted him near the back of the shop, leafing through a shelf full of old vinyl records. “Typical!” she thought, “the rest of the world moves on to CD and DVD, and Kevin adds to his collection of vinyl. What do you play those things on these days?” She watched him for a few seconds, feeling a thrill run through her at her instructions from Jeff. Kevin was a bit of a loner, but he was kind of hot too, in his own old-fashioned way. His dirty blond hair was always too long and a bit scruffy, just like his clothes. But he was good looking, and there was an air of mystery about him that attracted her. That’s why she had told Jeff about him when Jeff had been asking about her friends and acquaintances at school. She also made an assessment of the store itself. Typical of the charity shops that were growing in number, this one was for some central American orphans, and took in a wide variety of second hand clothes, jewelry, books, ornaments and other stuff from donors, before selling the items at knock down prices. The shops like this never lasted long, not being able to afford reasonable commercial rents, they made agreements with landlords for the temporary use of vacant premises at very low cost, and the landlords benefited from tax breaks counting the let as a charitable donation. As a consequence, there was always a temporary look and feel to the shop and its contents. Other than Kevin and a young spotty charity worker travesti ankara acting as shop assistant, the store was empty. It was reasonably large for a charity shop, stretching all the way back to where temporary fitting rooms were installed to allow shoppers to try on various items. Racks of clothes and shelving units for other items created a kind of maze in the store, and Jennifer realized that she could probably browse around in there for some time before Kevin saw or noticed her. A plan started to form in her mind, and she slipped quietly into the store. The spotty youth in charge acknowledged her arrival, and his eyes followed her around the room as she quietly browsed the racks, always keeping a gap between her and Kevin. As she moved towards the back of the store, closer to her target, she casually picked up an item every now and then from the shelves or racks as she passed, always dropping them back down before moving on. Her intention was to find a way of letting Kevin see her without it being obvious that she knew he was there. She looked again at the temporary fitting rooms as she got closer, and the half-formed plan became clearer. The rooms consisted of little partition frameworks built from 2×2 wooden struts, paneled in between the rooms by plywood boards, and with dusty looking curtains hanging down instead of doors to the partitions. Through the open curtains, she could see that each of the four fitting rooms had a full length mirror standing at the back of the room, a hanger on one wall to hang clothes, and a wooden seat for use by the shoppers. The fitting rooms all faced down the length of the shop, towards the counter, behind which the spotty assistant stood. Jennifer completed her plan in her head, and went into action to fulfill it. As she came to terms with what she was going to do, her heart started to beat faster, and her nipples erected from the excitement that she was starting to feel. She was about to satisfy Jeff’s orders, and expose herself to Kevin. The fact that she couldn’t do that without also exposing herself to the spotty shop assistant actually added to her excitement as the thrill started to mount within her. Jennifer scanned quickly around the store, and spotted what she was looking for a little over to the right, and away from where Kevin was still flicking through the racks of LPs. By the look of his progress to date, he could be there for another 30 minutes at least. And he was perfectly positioned, near the back of the store, facing towards the wall on the left, the fitting rooms only a few feet away over his right shoulder, but with racks of clothes between him and them such that Jennifer could feasibly enter a changing room without seeing him. He however, had a perfect view of the fitting rooms, although being himself partly hidden from them. Jennifer quickly moved over to the rack she had spotted. It was full of second hand dresses, tops and shirts, of all sorts and sizes. She expertly rifled through the rack, selecting half a dozen items, which she transferred to her left hand. When she thought she had enough, she wheeled round to the counter and asked the spotty youth if she could try them on, in a voice that was slightly louder than it really needed to be. She wanted Kevin to note her presence in the store without letting him know that she knew he was there. The young guy behind the counter pointed over to the fitting rooms at the back of the store, and told her to go ahead. Jennifer noted with interest as he watched her thread her way to the back, where she chose the fitting room that would give both him and Kevin the best possible view. As she entered the fitting room and hung up her choices, Jennifer was already starting to breathe heavily, and her skin was starting to glow slightly in the heat of the shop. She turned around and reached up to pull closed the curtain screen, deliberately leaving a fairly wide gap to the left of the curtain, the side nearest to Kevin. From the corner of her eye, she noted that Kevin had definitely seen her entering the fitting room, although he was partly hidden by a rack of clothes. So far so good. Jennifer turned around inside the cubicle to face the full length mirror at the back, and took in her own reflection, straightening the collar of her shirt, and sliding her hands down across her flat belly to adjust the belt on her shorts.