The mall was only just getting to be busy, only half the shops even open , the others having only a few customers slowly making their way inside. It was Winter Break for most of the surrounding schools which meant families had for the most part abandoned the inland suburb in favor of more entertaining locales like the beach or even the mountains for some ski parties. Still there were some shoppers unaware of just how fun the local mall could be. Especially considering a new store that had only just opened for the first full day of business.
The man looked out the door to his new shop and smiled. He liked the slow days. It was always easier to really get to know your customers and their needs on a slow day. Most would have found him to be a sweet old man, not necessarily elderly but old enough to look completely non-threatening and friendly. He had been so many places and never had the same type of store. He liked to mix things up, keep them fresh and so he moved around quite a bit. He had owned a flower shop, a greeting card shop, a restaurant, and even a sporting goods store. Now he had opened a small shoe store. Sure, what fun can a shoe store be? Well, he knew how to get to know the customer. He had a gift for it and that was where the fun was, finding their real needs and filling them. As he stood watching the slightly growing crowd, a small group made their way towards him.
"I can't believe how dumb some of the girls in those movies always are, I mean just run from the psycho with the mask and giant sharp object. It isn't that hard to stay on your feet. Stupid" Katie said laughing a little.
"Yeah, but that's what makes the movie fun. Not everyone is such a logical thinker like you." Michael said not putting much into the conversation. He never liked confrontation even if it was something as minor as disagreeing on the plots in horror movies.
"Guys, it was fun and we got the whole theater practically to ourselves, this town is really dead this time of year." added their mousy friend Megan. She was just glad to be out with friends doing something other than vegetating at home over the break from school.
"Hey I enjoyed the movie, I just know if I were ever in a situation like that, I'd definitely know how to get out of it with my head fully in tact. Intelligence is key." Katie said. "anyway, I want to check out some new shoes. My sneakers are definitely beyond their life-expectancy."
Normally Michael wouldn't be caught dead shopping for women's shoes but he never liked to tell Katie what to do and in his own shy way he had a bit of a crush on her. They'd been friends for 7 years since they both turned 10 years old and he had never said one word about how he felt they could be more than friends.
"Maybe I can find some new hiking boots." Megan added.
The man smiled as the three teens made their way into his small shop. He'd seen them talking and had already picked up much about them just from the way they talked and their body language. They certainly could use some help.
"Hello there, young ones. Welcome to my humble store. Please let me know when you need any service."
Katie smiled politely and went right past the man into the sneakers section, Michael avoiding eye contact with the man as he followed. Megan asked where the hiking boots were and as he pointed her in the right direction, he turned back to the other two. He had seen many people with many problems over the years but these two were in mostly great shape, nothing major to help out with. Katie was a striking young woman, she stood about 5 foot 7 and had long blonde hair. Her eyes sparkled blue and seemed very deep and intelligent. She had a great figure, long legs and a decent C- cup. Her friend Michael seemed normal enough for a 17 year old guy. He stood only slightly taller than her and had unkempt brown hair and not too many muscles. Overall he just seemed quiet and shy. He might need a little help. The man could tell without any effort what Michael really wanted and was already thinking the best way to help him get it.
"Are you two finding everything?" He asked walking up to them.
"Not really, I'm not sure exactly the kind of shoe I need." Katie replied. She'd been sure she could just find a simple pair of sneakers to replace her old worn shoes but as she browsed she just wasn't finding the right pair. No matter which pair she looked at they just didn't seem right for one reason or another.
"I think I can help." The man said smiling. "Just have a seat over here."
She sat where he indicated on a small bench just around the corner toward the back of the store and Michael remained standing but began casually browsing the men's boots that were nearby, only halfway paying attention to Katie's shoe shopping.
"Ahhh, I know what the problem is." The man said taking another look at Katie.
"What is that?" She asked genuinely interested in his opinion.
"You're in the wrong section. You were looking for sneakers when you clearly need something more like this pair."
Saying this he took down a pair of 6 inch heels from a nearby display. He held them out to Katie.
"What?" Katie said a little confused. "I wanted to replace some tennis shoes I have at home. Those aren't even close. They honestly look like something a hooker wears. No offense though."
The man smiled. He wasn't offended at all. He was expecting this response, had been as soon as he'd seen the intelligence in her eyes. This was a smart young woman, but that was easily taken care of.
"I understand," He answered Katie. "But here just try one on and see if it makes more sense."
For some reason Katie couldn't quite put her finger on, she seemed fine with the idea of just trying one on. She removed her shoes and let him slide one foot into the 6 inch heel. Surprisingly he had her size perfect and it fit very well. She also found something nice about how it felt.
"There, isn't that the kind of shoe you were looking for today?" The man asked.
Katie was simply staring at the shoe for a moment, then realized he asked a question. "Yes it is nice and all, but I just don't think I'd ever wear it. I mean I'm in high school and am far too busy studying to even go somewhere where these would be appropriate. Really, they just aren't my style."
As she said this she kept thinking 'I should just take the shoe off, but for some reason she never did.
"Why don't you try the other shoe on, stand up, walk around, then make your decision. I'm going to go check on your friend over there." The man said heading over to Michael who was blandly staring at the boots.
Katie shrugged and quietly took the other matching heel. As she slid it on her other foot, it felt like static electricity shooting into her feet. She almost blacked out for a second as she looked at how both heels fit. They really are nice looking, she thought. I can't believe I said hookers would wear these. They aren't all that bad. She slowly got to her feet , carefully keeping herself balanced perched up on the 6 inches of heel she wasn't used to. As she made her way to a nearby mirror she felt strange, almost light-headed. Every step she took it seemed she wasn't thinking as clearly. For some reason she even had trouble remembering the movie she'd just seen with her friends. Instead she found herself thinking about wearing these to school and perhaps even wearing that mini-skirt she'd gotten as a joke for Halloween. Maybe she could even tie a tight blouse up under her breasts just to see the reaction her teachers would give her.
Had she just been thinking about her tits, er breasts? Katie wondered briefly. She idly let her hand wander up to her left tit and failed to notice she was swaying her hips more as she walked. Making her way to the mirror, she liked what she saw. She was hot, and studying began to seem so boring. What was wrong with letting her body do the talking instead of her mind. She was young and should enjoy it. Her eyes no longer held the intelligence she'd had only moments before but that wasn't important. She found herself primping a little in the mirror as she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse to show off what she now felt were two of her most important features.
"How are we doing over here, finding everything?" The man asked Michael as he patted him on the shoulder.
"Oh, well I'm not really looking. I'm just here with my friends." Michael said, gesturing over at Katie. He did a slight double-take. Was she wearing high heels and did she just touch her breast.
"Well I'm sure you can find something you'd like. Let me suggest these boots here." The man said drawing Michael's attention back to the shoes in front of him.
Michael looked at the black boots the man was pointing to. They were very bold looking, almost like something a biker might wear, far too attention grabbing for him. "I'm not too sure those are really my style. I mean they..." Michael just kind of faded out as the man took one of the boots and placed it in his hands.
"See how the leather feels so tough, " The man said smiling again. "Isn't that just the kind of shoe you need?"
"I don't know." Michael said taking a seat at the bench and without even realizing it, removing both his shoes.
"Try one on, see how it feels." The man pushed.
Michael slowly placed his right foot in the boot. As it slid on he liked how comfortable it felt, very firm and warm. As he looked at it, he could almost feel energy fill him. He suddenly felt in charge a little, like he could get what he wanted wearing a pair of boots like these. Still, they just didn't seem the style he usually wore.
"They're nice" He said glancing up at the man eye to eye for the first time. "I just don't know, they make me look a little too aggressive don't they?"
The man grinned, this was almost too easy. "Why of course not son. These are the kind of boots that say you're a take-charge kind of guy, a man who will get what he wants and doesn't let anything stand in his way. They make you look confident and ready to get from life whatever makes you feel good."
As the man spoke these words, Michael agreed. He did feel more confident. Maybe these were the right kind of shoes for him.
"Try the other shoe on, walk around see how they feel." The man said.
Michael hesitated for only a moment before quickly placing the other boot on his foot and lacing them both up. As he stood, he felt better than he had in a good while. He felt strong and in control of everything. As he began walking around he stood up straight and held his head up. He even smiled and looked the man in the eyes.
"Feel good don't they son." The man said.
"They're perfect. I want them and I'm getting them." Michael answered.
"Great young man, they're yours. With those boots, I bet you can take whatever you want from life. Is there anything else you think you want in my store today?" The man smiled and nodded his head briefly behind Michael.
Michael turned and looked around, his eyes settling on Katie who now was standing in front of the mirror and had unbuttoned the top half of her blouse. She was running her hands along her hips, licking her lips as she stared at the mirror. He ran his eyes up and down her teenage body, noticing how her knee-length skirt had ridden up a little and her tight belly gave way to her incredible C-cups he'd spent several years admiring. He turned back to the man and smiled.
"I think you have one more thing in the store I'd like to take."
The man smiled even bigger. It was so great to see a satisfied customer and in a moment or so he'd have at least two. "Well then I suggest you take it now."
Michael hardly waited for the man to finish speaking. He practically ran up to Katie and grabbed her around the waist looking over her shoulder at her face in the mirror. Katie smiled back and he noticed her eyes not nearly as intelligent and in control as she usually looked.
"Hi there." She said again licking her lips. She pressed her ass back into him and felt something she liked.
"Shut up and let me do what I want." Michael said smiling to let her know he wasn't being mean, just in charge.
Michael ran his hand over her stomach and slid it up under her blouse. He immediately found what he was after and began squeezing her firm tits until her bra had fully slipped down under them. Now as he watched the mirror, he removed his hand from under her blouse and pried open the top so both her tits swelled up and out into the open. She gasped a little and perhaps in the back of her mind had a fleeting thought of something being wrong. Instead of thinking any more she just reached back and pulled him into her tighter. She loved being submissive.
"Come here you slut." Michael ordered as he grabbed Katie and pulled her over to a shoe display pedestal that was about waist high. Shoving her face first over the display, knocking some shoes on the floor, Michael reached up under her skirt and tore her panties off, shredding them in the process.
"Ohhh." Katie moaned as she felt all thoughts other than lust leave her mind.
Michael only briefly enjoyed the sight of Katie his intelligent high school friend bent over the pedestal in a public shoe store before he unzipped his pants and quickly pulled out his very hard cock. He knew what he wanted and he was tired of waiting and hoping. He was taking it.
Katie felt Michael fumbling briefly with his pants and knew what was about to happen. This is what her purpose was she thought. Why did she ever spend so much time studying and improving on her mind. She was a young slut good for getting taken roughly and fucked into a stupor. Her body was meant for pleasure especially for others. That was all she would think about from now on.
"Ohhh yes." Katie moaned as Michael roughly slammed his entire cock inside her from behind. He reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing and squeezing as he fucked her roughly shaking the entire pedestal she bent over.
Michael was in control and he'd always get what he wanted from now on. That was what was important. Who cared what others thought, it was about him. He placed his hands on Katie's hips and began pounding her for all she was worth. Her tits were bouncing up and down so hard they nearly slapped her in the chin. The two kids were rapidly building to a quick and sweaty climax as the man watched from down the aisle smiling. This was why he existed to serve those who weren't sure what they needed. He loved his job.
"Oh Katie this is what you were meant for. " Michael grunted. Katie panted, her blonde hair jumping with each thrust, and moaned knowing he didn't need to tell her. This was all she needed.
"I'm about to cum slut, are you on the pill?" Michael said again grabbing a handful of her left tit and squeezing her to him tightly.
"ohh, unghh No I'm not." Katie said through grunts and moans. She was already having little orgasms constantly from the severe pleasure her body was taking from this public brutal fucking.
"Well that's too bad for you. I'm not pulling out. I want to cum and that's what I'm going to do." Michael announced.
He slammed his hips into Katie two more times and then held himself tightly as deep inside her as he could. "Shit, yeah." He cried out as he began cumming deep into the girl he'd wanted for so long.
"Yeess, oh wow, yes." Katie moaned grabbing the pedestal tightly as she hunched over even more forcing Michael even deeper inside her as she took all he had to give her. She could feel it filling her up and she only briefly thought about unwanted pregnancy. Those thoughts were for some smart girl, not her. She was a dumb slut suitable only for fucking and if that meant breeding as well then so be it. She'd enjoy it either way. She was simply so glad she'd finally found the shoes she always wanted.
Michael pulled out of his friend after only a few minutes and looked at her bent over a pedestal in the shoe store, cum running down her thighs with her tits still bunched over the open blouse she wore. She looked great like this, her long blonde hair a sweaty mess in her beautiful teenage face. This was just the beginning he thought. With these shoes he could get everything he ever wanted. And he was far from done with Katie. He couldn't wait to take her home and get started again.
The man stood at the counter as the two thoroughly happy kids came up to pay for their shoes. Both had chosen to wear their purchases home with them. "I hope you two have everything you wanted." He said as they smiled and Katie flirted by toying with her collar and still showing quite a bit of cleavage.
"Oh we have more than what we wanted. Thanks." Michael said speaking up for both of them.
The man gave them the receipt and they happily left together, Katie saying something about how her family was gone until 1:30 so her house was empty. Neither one even questioned about their friend Megan who had been completely forgotten.
"Now" The man said, "Where did their friend get to?"
He walked across the shop, checking the aisles and finally locating her on the far side of the shop. She was still browsing but had put some headphones on, clearly explaining why she had missed her friends sudden and frantic fucking just 20 feet away.
As the man approached, she looked up and smiled. Removing the headphones, she stammered a minute. "Oh um sorry. I got bored waiting on Katie to get her shoes and thought I'd browse. "
"Is there anything in particular I can help you with young lady?" The man said warmly.
She looked around and just wasn't sure if she saw anything right. Originally she started out to find hiking boots but somehow that just didn't seem right.
"I don't know, I wasn't really planning on buying shoes so I'm just not sure."
The man looked over the girl. She was smaller than Katie, about 5 foot 4 and had mousy brown hair that wasn't at all flattering cut short as it was. She also was dressed a bit frumpy compared to her friends having a sweatshirt and baggy jeans. He could tell, however, that beneath it all she was thin and had a substantial looking pair on her. He had to think a moment about what shoes she might need. She seemed quiet. He'd have to fix that as well. Finally he had just what she needed in mind.
"I believe I can help you miss. If you'll follow me." He said leading Megan around to the next aisle where the small section of athletic apparel was . It wasn't much, just some t-shirts, shorts and a wide selection of socks.
"I believe you might need some athletic clothes to go with these sneakers." He said pulling off a nearby pair of children's shoes. She looked at him slightly confused.
Those shoes look like they're for kids, I'm 17." Megan said as politely as she could.
"Oh no, they aren't kids shoes they are perfect for someone like you. Try them on." The man pushed.
Megan sat down at the small bench nearby and reluctantly took her shoes off. She didn't want to be rude to the man, he was old and probably didn't understand she was a bit too mature for these shoes. They were pink with bright yellow laces and had little lights that flashed when they moved.
She took one of the shoes and slowly fitted it on her left foot. Surprisingly the man had her size just right. It fit perfectly on her foot and even though it still looked ridiculous to her, there was something else. It felt right in a way, like the shoe just fit in the way she needed.
"That looks nice, don't you think?" The man said warmly.
"Maybe, I mean it fits but.., it just seems a bit childish." Megan struggled to not seem interested in putting on the other shoe. Something popped into her mind and she suddenly felt like having a large lollipop, maybe going skipping down the sidewalk. But that was strange, she was far too mature to act that way and besides she'd look crazy.
"Well" the man said. "Perhaps you should try them both on and see what you think."
Megan started to put the other shoe on without giving it a second thought. As soon as both feet were covered she felt a tingly feeling all throughout as though she were nervous or excited. She again had all kinds of child-like thoughts but also had some adult thoughts. She wondered if she could find herself a nice sugar daddy to spoil her in exchange for some services she could render. She felt a little dizzy as she got to her feet.
"So.." The man asked watching intently.
"These are like great, yeah." Megan said feeling a little silly. "But I totally do need better clothes."
The man smiled and rubbed his hands together. This one was easier than the others. "Okay let me suggest this shirt here. "
He handed her a tiny bright pink t-shirt that looked about three sizes too small for her.
"Oh goody that looks perfect." Megan said now giddy with the new wardrobe she was picturing in her head.
Megan didn't even ask if there was somewhere she could change. She just grabbed her sweatshirt and pulled it off. The man was a little surprised to find she wasn't wearing a bra and her firm young D-cups jiggled all about as she grabbed the tiny t-shirt. She squeezed herself into the t-shirt just barely managing to stuff her oversized top into confinement. The T-shirt left her midriff and belly button bare for all to see and her tits looked even larger now, the cleavage showing from the wide neckline very generous.
"Like this shirt is super. Thanks mister." Megan giggly said as she jiggled all about in her t-shirt. What she failed to notice was as soon as the shirt went over her head, her hair grew to about mid-back and turned from mousy brown to rich auburn tint. She already looked 100% better the man thought.
"I'm glad you like it, " The man said. "Now how about your jeans. I think something like this is much more you."
He held up a small mini-skirt which looked like something a child might wear over a leotard for ballet.
Megan smiled widely. "Oh yes that is just right."
In no time her jeans joined the pile on the floor where her sweatshirt and old shoes were. She now stood looking at herself in the mirror. The former mousy, quiet girl was gone. Megan stood in childish sneakers giving way to an incredible pair of legs that reached up to just above mid-thigh where they were barely covered by a tight mini. Then her overly exposed midriff and some giant tits filling out her tiny shirt which threatened to burst off her should she bend over too much. She was even tying her hair into cute little pigtails as the man watched. She turned to him after only a minute.
"Thanks mister, this is like the bestest I've ever looked."
She was already planning where she'd go next. As soon as she left she thought she'd go home and visit her neighbor. He was a single man in his early 40s. She'd seen him looking at her from time to time in what had for some reason seemed a creepy way. Really he wasn't creepy, he was a handsome guy and would make the perfect sugar daddy. He could even give her something better than a lollipop to suck on. She just loved the thought of him plowing her from behind in his backyard right next door to her parents as they sat in the backyard listening.
"Thanks for shopping here. You have a nice day." The man said as Megan happily took her receipt and left the store. She was already debating just how to seduce her neighbor. Should she just knock on his door and when he answers drop to her knees right there and suck him off or should she shove him on the couch and ride him until he fills her up. Either way, she knew what the rest of her day would be like.
The man again stood at the door to his shop. Glancing down at his watch he saw pleasantly that it was only just past 10:15 and yet he already had 3 very satisfied customers. It was going to be a very good opening day. The mall was only moderately crowded now and his corner of the long strip still was relatively quiet until he saw two more prospective customers turn around a kiosk and head his way. Well, he thought, back to work.