Nicki had been playing with herself for a while since her older sister had showed her what pleasure could be found between her legs, and she seldom got out of bed and dressed without diddling herself till her little pussy sent a wave of pleasure through her.
When her sister was around she had gone to some parties with her, and had lost her virginity at one of those parties, with an older boy who fucked her but left her wanting more.
So she wasn't satisfied with this self-diddling, and now that her sister had gone off to college, she needed to figure out how to get laid.
Nicki had dropped out of school her senior year to become a dancer at the local club, thinking that was the perfect way to get laid, but had been rejected because she was not old enough. She was pissed about the rejection and thought she would show them, by getting laid and maybe even making some money at it on her own. She didn't need that fuckin' men's club, she thought.
It shouldn't have been difficult, as Nicki was one of the hottest teens in her mid-size mid-western town, but of course, at her age, she didn't know that and was full of self-doubt that made her question whether she was attractive, or just dorky, as she sometimes thought she looked in the mirror. She had a few zits, and her complexion could be a little blotchy, but overall, she thought she was cute. The rejection from the strip club didn't help. Nicki was taller than most girls, at about 5' 10", with long, lean legs, firm thighs, and a high, tight little ass, that looked spectacular packed into either her jean cutoffs or one of her tiny mini-skirts. She was pale and blonde, with long dirty blonde hair that she usually tied into a single ponytail, to keep the hair out of her face. She also had the tight little tummy and abs of a runner, with no fat anywhere. Some of her cutoffs and skirts were hand-me-downs from her older sister and were so tight on Nicki that she had to struggle to get them on. But she loved how they showed off her little ass and stretched across her hips, so she squeezed into them when she went out.
Like every teen girl, she spent a lot of time at the mall browsing shoes and clothes for hours on end. She noticed the good-looking older men who worked in the Nordstrom shoe department. She began fantasizing what it would be like to be fucked by one of them, a particularly distinguished, well-dressed gentleman of around fifty, who she had noticed several times fitting shoes on well-dressed women. The more she wandered the mall, the more she kept coming back to the Nordstrom shoe department and watching from a distance the handsome guy she had nicknamed "George," because she thought he looked like George Clooney.
So she hatched a plan to dress in her sexiest outfit, and come to the mall when it was least busy, in the mid-morning, and see if she could get "George" to take her into the backroom. She fantasized that he would roughly strip off her slutty outfit, call her a teen slut, and fuck her, with what she imagined was his big, thick cock. It made her wet just thinking about it. As she fingered herself to sleep the night before she planned to make her move, she thought about what she would wear, and how she would make herself up, from head to toe.
When she got up, and her mother had gone, she took a quick shower, washed her hair, and shaved the downy fuzz around her pussy, leaving her little slit smooth, pink, and soft. She decided not to wear a bra, which her firm cone-shaped tits didn't need anyway, as the b-cup tits jutted proudly from her chest. While she knew it looked slutty, she decided to wear a light blue t-shirt crop top, that she had gotten from Victoria's Secret before her boobs had sprouted, with the word "JUICY" in sparkly letters across the front. It was obviously too tight and showed off not just the firm shape of her titties, but even the firm nipples that grew hard when she was excited. The crop top also displayed her firm tight tummy, from just under her boobs all the way down to her bony hips on each side. The wide expanse of chest and tummy was pretty hot, she thought.
She loved the look of her cutoffs, which showed off her ass, but since she would be sitting in front of George for a shoe fitting, she decided to wear a stretchy, denim mini skirt, that reached only a few inches past her butt but could easily be pulled up if she wanted to show more of her sexy legs, especially sitting down. Under the skirt, she put on a pair of wispy pink thong panties, that covered her pussy with a sheer triangle of nylon, held in place by tiny pink elastic straps. The pink of the panties made them quite obvious if she sat and spread her legs even a little bit.
Leaving her house, she parked out in the mall lot and walked the distance to the mall entrance. It was exciting to wear the outfit, as she could feel the air on her ass under the skirt, and on her bare midriff, especially when she walked into the air-conditioned mall, and the cool air at the entrance blew up from the floor vents. On her feet, she wore a pair of strappy platform sandals, that made her little ass bounce proudly from side to side as she walked, and gave her the posture of a hooker, as she walked into the mall.
As she walked toward Nordstrom's, she tried not to blush as various men looked her up and down, and smiled. And she looked away from the disapproving looks of the women, especially older women, who swatted their husbands who were looking at her a little too long. So she knew she looked good, and hoped the look would be hot enough to get "George" to make a pass at her.
She walked toward the shoe department but didn't see George at first, so she lingered around the cosmetics counter and browsed the perfumes. As she sampled some of the new "Juicy" fragrances, she spotted "George" emerging from the stockroom with three boxes, kneeling down in front of an older, well-dressed woman.
As Nicki waited, she began fantasizing about what George might do, and reached down and stroked herself under her skirt. The woman was taking a long time to decide on shoes, and by the time she walked to the counter, had "George" ring up her purchase, and walked away, Nicki's needy little pussy was wet. When Nicki discreetly smelled her fingers, she could smell that unmistakable musk of aroused teen pussy.
She straightened out her skirt, and walked purposefully toward George, reaching him as he picked up two boxes of shoes to return them to the stockroom.
"Can you help me,?" Nicki asked in her fake little girl voice.
George looked at the teen dressed like a whore with a look of some annoyance, and responded curtly: "Just a moment, young lady. I'll be right with you. Have a seat right over there." And he pointed to a seat near the back of the fitting area, facing the wall and the stockroom.
To Nicki, it seemed like "George" had avoided looking at her too closely, and certainly had not given her the long, up-and-down look that she had gotten from several men on the way to the shoe department.
When he returned, "George" squatted down on the stool in front of her, and asked how he could help.
Nicki, who was seated with her legs spread just enough to allow a peek at her pink panties, pointed to her sandals, and asked if he had anything like them, maybe with a higher platform sole. She wasted no time in her effort to seduce. As she spoke, she lifted her right leg, and placed the foot up on the footrest, which lifted her skirt, and allowed George an unobstructed view of her pussy, covered only by the nearly transparent pink fabric of her panty..
"George" took a quick look at her teen slit, which was quite obvious where the damp nylon fabric clung to her pussy lips, and then glanced up at where the crop top hung out over her firm tits, and glared at the little tart.
"I'm not sure what your game is, young lady. But I am not interested in slutty little whores. And I don't think I want to assist you here today. Let me see if one of my female associates can help," the salesman said in a cold, but lilting tone.
It was then that Nicki realized that her fantasy stud "George" was completely gay, and had no interest in any woman, no matter how young and hot. But she could not let him call her a slutty little whore, could she?
So she reached out and slapped him, and quickly stood up and marched out of the shoe department, leaving the other women customers staring at her firm ass cheeks as they bounced seductively under her tight skirt, and watched her tits jiggle ever so slightly as she stomped away.
Nicki was angry, but also really embarrassed and on the verge of tears, as she reached the mall's food court, and sat down on one of the benches to pull herself together. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" she mumbled under her breath. "How could I not have known he was gay?"
She buried her head in her hands and didn't notice when an older guy sat down next to her. He lightly touched her shoulder and asked what was the matter. The guy couldn't help but notice the hot teen, wearing a crop top, and a tiny mini-skirt. With her feet in high-heeled sandals, even with her legs closed, he could see up the tiny skirt to where her little pink panty covered her mound.
"Oh, I'm just so stupid," she blurted out, turning to look at the man, who was probably fifty, and actually not too bad looking for an older guy. He had a friendly face, and was well-dressed, and smelled good, she thought.
He smiled at her, with a warm smile that made her feel better, and a little horny, and put his arm around her, pulling her close to him. Nicki leaned in, smelled his masculine scent, and put her arms around him, and pushed her tits into his chest as she did so. "Thanks for understanding," she whimpered. "Can we get a cup of coffee or something?"
"Sure we can," the guy said. "I'm Rick-- what's your name, sweety?" he said as he stood, and gently pulled her to her feet.
"I'm Nicki," she said, again using her fake little girl voice, as she stood and noticed he was tall and strong, and was looking her over in a most appreciative way.
"A guy just called me a slutty little whore, " she said, looking Rick in the eyes, standing up tall, and thrusting out her t-shirt emblazoned with the "juicy" logo.
"You don't think I'm a whore, do you?" she asked pleadingly.
Rick looked her over again, thinking that she actually did look like a slutty little whore. And though his stiffening cock confirmed what he was thinking, he smiled again, reached over and wrapped his big hand around her narrow waist, and softly caressed her. He sighed, and said, "You are a very beautiful young lady, and anyone who can't see that is just a rude jerk."