Maggie Hill
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Task 7.2 – Mischief at the Mall
🕑 Added 2023-10-25 19:13:00 +0000 UTCWith a step out of the car and a click, I was out of my car and it was locked, along with the rest of my clothes spread over the passenger seat, including my boring underwear that I hardly wore anymore. With each step towards the mall, I stepped further away from safety and closer to the “adventure” a head of me. That’s what Kim was calling these tasks.
“Adventure sounds better, exciting, fun, tasks sound like chores you have to do for your parents,” was what she told me and I could only imagine my parents giving me “tasks” like these.
At the entrance the sun felt hot on my bare legs and then ice cold as the mall air conditioning hit them as I walked in. For a second, I wondered if people could see my silhouette through the hoodie with the sun shining brightly behind me contrasting with the darker interior. I knew my hoodie was probably too thick for that, but the idea aroused me that for that split second, someone would clearly see that this was all I was wearing.
“Ok, first stop, where to go first…”
That was obvious, Hot Topic, I know it’s cliché, emo girl, emo store, but I do love anime and music and it’s the one place I love to go, not to mention at a time like this the darkness would be a nice way to start relaxing as the rest of the mall only gets brighter from here. Walking in the store was not as busy as I thought it would be, a few people checking out Funkos and kids way too young to be looking at band tees they probably never heard of before but thought were cool.
“Welcome in,” a goth looking girl said behind the register, she had wavy shoulder length hair with a purple line in it, nerdy glasses and looked like a subtle Lolita with her black attire.
I never really thought a girl like her was ever my type, but I guess with how riled up I was, even the pathetic dad being dragged around by emo kid looked good enough to jump on. I walked around the store and towards the back where they had some clearance stuff. Part of me almost wanted to just take off the hoodie for just a second, but they probably had cameras and I really didn’t feel like getting arrested or banned from the mall today. Walking back to the front my hoodie caught one of the hooks holding the shirts and pulled it from me for a second. I could only imagine that a good portion of my bare ass was probably on display and nearly ripped it off the hook to cover myself again.
My heart was racing and didn’t even bother to look around before quickly walking out of the store. You’d think I was just completely exposed, and calming myself down I told myself that no one saw and it was only for a split second and to the non-existent people that were behind me. I looked back and thought, would have brighten that father’s day though and gave myself a little smirk. For that moment it felt like a good deed or a fun game rather than the scary, yet exciting task I was trying to accomplish. I mean what was I trying to accomplish?
Then it kind of hit me, how will I know I finished my task if there weren’t any goals. Well, I can’t just outright flash someone, I mean, I guess I could, but how much, how many people, how would I know who without getting in trouble and where without getting caught.
I decided that I would have to find 3 ways to risk being exposed. Not to outright flash someone but to be put in situations where the chance of me being seen was there and if I am seen, just act like it’s perfectly normal or that I was ignorant to showing off. The thought was really turning me on and although I knew what I had to do, I really had no way of knowing where and how I was going to do it. I guess I just had to keep going around and see what happens.
I decided to take a seat at the food court and clear my head, maybe think of a few shops I at least wanted to go to and think from there. Sitting down, I realized that I couldn’t normally sit like I usually did. Being a somewhat unlady like girl, I sat like my friends did, legs spread, not straight since I usually had a ton of baggy clothes on, it just felt more comfortable. In this case, it was just extremely exposing. With the way the bench was, I just couldn’t sit here, be comfortable and covered so I made my way over to some of the stools. I pulled one out and was immediately embarrassed by the loud scratching noise it made across the floor.
“Don’t scream for attention, this is hard enough as it is!” the voice in my head screamed.
To make matters worse, I also didn’t think about getting up into the stool being a tiny girl and making my way up I came inches away from exposing my bare pussy from the world along with pretty much all of my legs. I grabbed the front just before my privacy peeked out from cover and worried that, that had drawn attention as well to the fact that I was probably wearing nothing underneath.
“Ok, subtle, trying to be subtle,” I put my feet on the foot rest, I had to move forward just a little for my feet to actually be able to reach them.
I was showing off a lot of leg now and was struggling with how it felt like the hoodie was starting to crawl up my legs. Shit, keep my legs closed, I quickly shut them, not knowing how exposed I actually was at that moment. But, looking around, I didn’t think anyone was even looking in my direction, let alone at me. I was starting to feel a little more relaxed and excited rather than nervous and scared. Maybe I was starting to get comfortable dressed like this.
I decided to test out just how much room I had to work with and brought myself further forward on the stool to see how close I could get to touching the floor. While holding the back I pushed myself forward and lowered myself little by little till the tip of my shoe could just barely scrape against the tile. It was actually kind of funny to remind myself how short I actually was and maybe it was my hobbit size that made me so invisible to the world around me.
That’s when I noticed the guy over at box lunch, I wasn’t sure if he was looking at me or not but he was out there just standing in front of the store and could have a good view of me if he wanted. I mean, I do have some pretty nice legs, I also did wonder what he was thinking if he was looking at me. I lowered myself a little bit more, the front of my hoodie just mere centimeters away from exposing myself and I bit my lip not knowing if I really wanted that or not.
“Shit,” I slipped down and off of the stool obviously having lost focused and not noticed, came right off stumbling for my legs to catch myself.
Then frantically pulling my hoodie back into place as the back had caught the stool and came up exposing a good portion of my ass and feeling the wood corner sticking right into my right cheek, I knew I had just flashed anyone who may have been looking or did with my sudden shocked outcry or the sound of the stool once again loudly rubbing against the tile.
I didn’t even bring myself to look around, just immediately looked down at the tile and briskly walked away to hide my shame, the shame that was fueling my arousal and the redness in my cheeks.
