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It's Rude To Stare Ch. 01

By: PerilEyes



Note: This is my first chapter of my first story. More to come.

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Clarissa defensively climbed on to the eastbound Dundas Street streetcar on a hot and sticky afternoon in Toronto. Trying to dress to the weather, she was clad in denim skirt that stopped before the knee and a spaghetti strap black sleeveless top that wasn't too revealing. It was rush hour so it was the car was quite crowded with eager travellers. The 25 year old brunette stood at 5'5 so she wasn't the biggest person in the crowd, thus squeezing past the mob to the back of the vehicle was a feat. Finally mustering her way to the back she settled in a spot beside a pole, hanging on to it for dear life.

Then past a few bodies, she saw her. She was leaning up against the window, looking down at a book. Clarissa could only see her from the chest up so she couldn't size her up like she wanted. She did however see that her bust was considerable behind her brown blouse (was that silk?). The shirt was done up save for two buttons which allowed a little gold necklace to make its appearance. Clarissa studied the girl as she concentrated on her lips. Her lips almost pouted, her brown eyes gazed down attentively, and a single thick strand of her brown hair hung in front of her view as the rest of her mane rested on her shoulders and upper back. Earphone wires hung down from her ears which impressed Clarissa that she could multi-task like she was.

Clarissa normally wouldn't be caught dead giving another woman more than a minute's gaze unless there was something wrong with her appearance but this was different. The circumstances made this girl stand out. Amongst a crowded, busy, sticky streetcar in which everyone only wanted this ride to over so they enjoy some personal space again, here was a woman who was in her own little world not even giving her surroundings a thought. Clarissa watched her unconsciously pull that hanging hair behind her ear as she flipped the page as the same time. There was something cute about it that made her smile. Now she was mouthing the lyrics to whatever she was listening to. Clarissa momentarily broke her gaze when she noticed that a middle aged man in a suit who was pressed up against her was looking at her crookedly. She got the message and looked down at her flats and painted toe nails. How embarrassing she thought. Being caught staring on public transit.

But when she looked up and around again so found herself looking at her mystery girl again. This time she wiggled in place almost dancing to her music. Clarissa smiled once again at the fun she was having. I wonder what she's listening to. I wish she could share an earphone with me so we can enjoy it together. Wait. What's wrong with me?

Suddenly the girl looked up from her book. Clarissa panicked because she had been staring right at her. She quickly ducked her head. She took out her phone and pretended to text. Did she see her? Probably. She had to be slier now. She was seen by another person and now the girl herself. She continued to play with the keys on her phone while slowly moving up her eyes to look at her girl again. She died inside at what she saw. She was grabbing her blouse and was trying to ventilate some air into it by flapping it back and forth. Then she slid one button out of the slit and opened her shirt so more skin was shown. The cleavage of her two pressed together mounds was in full view now. She was too fascinated by her upper body now. Half smooth skin, half a creased up shirt. She had to see what else she was wearing. With all the bodies in her way, she cursed all the obstruction in her head. Damn people! Don't you ever get off?! You're blocking my view!

Again she took a moment to question her actions. What am I doing? I'm like a stalker now ogling this girl without her really knowing. This is rude. This isn't right. Go look up at the ads. Yeah, the ads. She looked straight above the girl's head to the images. There was one advertising some Bible verse or something. She read it and wondered why in the hell is Christianity on the bus. I thought this was a secular society. She sighed. She then moved to the next one which was something happier. She always loved the colours of the Skittles ads. Very psychedelic. She loved it. I bet she would look amazing in psychedelic colours. She shook her head again. She had to stop this. It's rude. I shouldn't be doing this. Oh, but just another peek.

She looked down again at her target and marvelled again. It was now glimmering in sweat. She gasped in amazement. This was too hot. She watched a drop of water on her neck just sit there in limbo before cascading slowly down her neck and to her chest. Clarissa studied its path good. It zig zagged down her bust all the way to the crack. The girl must've have felt it because her hand instinctively went to rub her chest with her palm. Her fixation was temporarily broken as someone shoved past her to exit the street car. She apologized to the body for being in the way and went back to her girl. That move freed up her view. Clarissa now saw the girl in all her glory. The first thing she noticed was a thick black belt done around her shirt. Below that was a matching playful brown skirt. Growing out the bottom: smooth, tanned legs with the firm calf muscles. This girl was the total package. Wow. She slyly looked up again to see her rubbing her bust again. Just one more button. She wished for the blouse to be taken one more notch so her bra was in full view. She had no shame now. Neither of them had any she thought. She was adamant on watch her and the girl was adamant on being on display. Come on, one more button. You know you want to.

Sure enough, one hand went up to chest. This was it. Wait for it. But no. It twisted and the girl only looked at her wrist watch. Clarissa groaned in disappointment. Don't tease me like that woman. More movement as people bumped Clarissa to get on and off. Stupid people. But amongst all the chaos, this girl remained the same. Peacefully reading her book listening to her tunes while trying to beat the heat all the same. This is what probably intrigued her most about her. Well that and her shirt was nearly half undone. She snickered to herself at that thought.

Just then the girl looked up! And she was looking straight at Clarissa. She froze. She was looking straight at her with those pretty brown eyes. The two stood there looking into each other from across the aisle. Oh man. She panicked. This was very awkward. She was really hoping the girl didn't say anything to her. She just smirked at her. Clarissa tried to figure out how much she knew. She saw her that one time but not again. She didn't know. There's no way.

It was fortunate for Clarissa that just then the streetcar stopped at Yonge Street. The Eaton Centre. This was Clarissa's destination and a majority of the streetcar's as well. She could step off and even if her target got off too, with the mob she could hide herself in it. She stepped down and exited the car with a mass of people in tow. She zig zagged through the crowd to lose the girl if she was indeed following her and waited for the crowd to disperse on either direction on Yonge and into the mall. She stopped and looked around. Nothing. She had lost her. She started walking again relieved by it all.

However, her relief was frozen with a tap on the shoulder from behind. Clarissa's eyes widened and her body stiffened. "Excuse me miss," she heard a graceful voice go off. "Don't you know it's rude to stare."

It's Rude To Stare Ch. 02



Clarissa turned around and came face to face with the voice. Sure enough, it was street car girl. She stood with one hand on her hip looking quite hot and unimpressed at the same time. She was beautiful upclose she thought. Her shirt was buttoned up to the level when Clarissa first saw her but she still looked good. Her shirt and hair moved along with the breeze. 

Clarissa began to muster a defense. "I-I...I was just..."

"Just what?" The woman countered. "Hoping to get a shot of my breasts?!" Clarissa face hung. Busted. Her interrogator laughed. "Silly little girl. Tried to be all sly, thinking I wouldn't pick up on it, eh?"

Clarissa mustered out a weak "no." This was humiliating enough. First she was caught and now she was being berated. She just wished she could walk away right now and forget it all happened. Catherine laughed again. "What's you name little girl?"

"Clarissa..."

"Ah, Clarissa. I'm Catherine." Catherine. What a sexy name. So powerful. Catherine the Great. "So, Clarissa, you like to stare huh? You like it when," she brought her hands up to blouse and unpop a button again. Clarissa got excited as she thought she was going to finish was was started on the streetcar. But Catherine stopped and stroked Clarissa's brown hair. "When people put themselves on display like I was?"

She got up close to her now. "Well I do too. And I like giving people something to watch too. Normally I catch a Peeping Tom, but today I got a Peeping Tommie!" Clarissa felt Catherine's hand on her breast now. She looked around. Here she was in broad daylight, in the heart of downtown Toronto, in the largest public space in the city in Dundas Square, being intruded by another woman. Oh no, people are going to see! What do I do?! She turned to her left and saw a 30 year old man and his young boy staring at him. She glanced away in shame only to a group of teen girl shoppers laughing and pointing. "Please Catherine, people are looking. Stop this."

"Relax, let them look Clarissa. Let them look." She began to rub her breast through her tank top. "Plus now you know how it feels to have people ogle over you." Run away. Run away NOW! What aree you doing still taking this.

"Ahhhhhhh," She moaned in enjoyment. "Please...please...let me go...wait...no...stop."

Catherine smiled in glee. Scanning the immediate area she saw a rough circle forming around them. People were smiling and point. Some were gasping in disgust. Others got right up to them to take a picture. "Looks like we have an audience Clarissa."

The brunette opened her eyes that were shut while enjoying the massage. She looked around and saw the people. "Please, don't look" she mouthed to all the people. "Just go away!" She shouted. Then she turned to Catherine and look straight into her eyes. "Please Catherine, I'll do anything just stop."

Catherine just circled her nipples. "Anything?" she deviously questioned.

"Yes!!!!"

Catherine took her hand off. "OK, let's go shopping. That IS what you came here for right?" It was true. Clarissa wanted a day by herself in the largest mall in the city. Instead she got this. Catherine looked her up and down and whispered into her ear. "Plus, you desperately need a change in wardrobe."

And just like that she took her hand and led her into the Eaton Centre. Clarissa hung behind as she was literally being dragged around in the halls of the shopping centre. If I break away now, I can get lost in the crowd. Oh wait...tried that. Clarissa led them to an up escalator. "Go." She pushed Clarissa on to it. Clarissa stepped on and looked straight ahead. Don't look at her. Don't look at anyone. You'll be fine. You'll get out of this.

"This skirt is too long. We're gonna have to get you out of that pronto." Clarissa ignored that comment and focussed upward and onward. Lots of people on this escalator. Every stair had a person on it. Damn, why did we pick the long one. Sooo long. It'll be okaayieeeee! She felt a pair of hands on her thighs. No. Not nowwww. Why me? Sure enough, Catherine was feeling up her legs. She felt them being run up and down her smooth, smooth skin. Gradually she moved upwards. Not looking back, Clarissa tried to stop her. "Catherine! Stop!" She half-whispered, half-yelled. But Catherine only continued. She was getting closer to her skirt. She wouldn't. She did. Catherine folded the bottom of her skirt up and nestled her hands underneath the jean fabric. Catherine grabbed some butt skin while camped under there. Clarissa stiffened and stood with wide eyes. Behind her she could hear laughing. People were watching again! Damn her! 

"Oooo.." She cooed as Catherine groped her ass cheeks. Time seemed to slow down as they travelled upwards. Catherine continued to knead the flesh like a little piece of dough. It was only fitting that she do her ass after doing her tits. Only now they were in a more clustered area. Clarissa closed her eyes and took it not even protesting. She breathed out with every pinch and touch and scratch. Nearing the top of the stairs she knew she would have to endure this only for a few moments longer so it wasn't that bad. Catherine gave it a final squeeze and folded the skirt back down as they hit the top. Still not looking at her, Clarissa felt her captor take her hand in hers again. She led them into H&M.

Catherine looked her square in the eyes and told her to wait in the fitting room area. "I'm going to pick out some new clothes for you." So Clarissa did as she was told and grabbed a place in line for the change rooms. Waiting there she spotted a mirror. She looked at herself. I don't need new clothes. What's wrong with what I have on now? A nice denim skirt, very summery. An airy, spaghetti strapped tank top. Very airy. I'm perfect. Not too conservative but not too revealing either. About 6 minutes later, she was at the front of the line and Catherine conveniently returned with several hangers of clothes and undergarments in tow. "Here, wear these. And be quick." So Clarissa went into the room and closed the door behind her.

Clarissa leaned up against the wall and sighed. She looked over the pieces of clothing in front of her and wondered how she got to this point. She came here for a nice solitary shopping experience, yet here she was being dressed by another woman. She examined the skirt. It was black. Hmm, pretty simple looking. She flipped around and looked at from behind. A tad short but still wearable by her standards. Putting it down, she picked up the shirt: a button up white short sleeve blouse. Hmm, also not bad. Quite thin and pretty close to being see through but still very doable. This might not be too bad. Satisfied she place that down on the seat and began to undress in front of the mirror. First she pulled her tank over her head. As it hung it hung in her right hand she stared at the image in front of her: a girl clad in a denim skirt and a black bra. She peered almost mindlessly into it, running her hand down her exposed belly. Her body tingled as she grazed over the smooth, flat nature of her belly. Almost unconsciously, her hands moved down to her skirt, unhooking the button, then pulling down the zipper. As if on cue and like an elevator going down a shaft, the skirt slid down her legs and crumpling into a puddle of denim at her feet. Half way there. She bent down and slipped her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down as well. Slowly returning to an upright position she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra never taking her eyes off herself. She unhooked it and dropped it on the ground thus completing her nakedness. She looked herself over. Her slightly curled brown hair rested on her shoulders and breasts, which in themselves were pretty respectable at a C cup. Then she bypassed her already examined abs to her pussy. Nicely shaven into a little bush of brownness. It was already wet from the humidity of outside and the incident in the street car.

She began redressing in the thong first. Never being one for this kind of underwear she found it odd when she pulled them up to her hips. Her ass was being rid by the thin wire and the small piece of triangular fabric in the front that was hardly a suitable cover up for her private regions. She gasped. There is no way I can walk around with this! I guess I'll have to though. She lamented. Next she picked up her bra. She questioned its fitting as well as she pulled it in front of her chest. Is this even big enough? She reached back and brought the two pieces together. It was a feat in itself as she struggled to do so. Come on. Go in! Finally it went. Clarissa exhaled in exhaustion. Then she looked at her bust. Her breasts jutted outwards more than ever before. She felt like the bra was about to explode from the sheer inability to completely contain them. 

She picked up the skirt. Something a little more familiar, thank you. She pulled it up her creamy thighs and buttoned it up. She pulled it down as far down it would go down her thigh. She threaded the red leather belt through it and fastened it up tight. The end result was a garment that reached about mid thigh. Not bad. Shorter than her denim skirt from before but still not bad. She then took the white blouse off the hanger and flung it over herself. She threaded her arms through the little sleeves. Immediately she noticed the broadness of the shoulders and that this was going to be somewhat of a tight fit. She buttoned it all the way to the top save one button.

Looking at her full look now, it wasn't half bad. Really tight in her "upper regions" but still ok. She emerged from the dressing room. She smoothed her skirt, pulled her shirt down and presented herself to Catherine. The girl stood there with one hand on her hip not saying anything. Clarissa puzzled at her inertness. She twirled around and threw her arms out. "Well?"

Slowly Catherine sauntered to her. She stood right in front of her and smiled. Then she looked at her from head to toe and back again. "You look hot...but I think you forgot something."

Clarissa looked back to the fitting room. "But-but, I wore everything you picked out for me." She pouted.

"Yeah you did...buuut, we need to make a few changes." With that she put her hands on Clarissa's belt and undid it. Then she pulled the entire skirt up a couple of inches. Clarissa gasped as Catherine rather roughly hiked up her own skirt. Then she redid the belt but left it much looser than before so it hung in place. Increasingly saddened, Clarissa pouted. "Aren't you going to tight it more?"

"Mmm, no. It's fine as it is."

"But, it's going to fall if you don't!"

Catherine stroked her human doll's face almost lovingly. "Oh Clarissa, don't worryyy about that. Whatever happens, happens. Now let's do something about this shirt!"

"My shirt?! What's wrong with my shirt?!" She shot her arms up to her chest in protection.

Catherine just shot her a vicious looked. Clarissa slowly lowered her arms. Catherine just shot her smirk as if to say that's better. Then she started to unbutton it from the bottom. Undoing about three buttons, she pulled it apart so her belly button showed. Then she focussed to the top of the blouse. Clarissa looked down as Catherine undid a button so now two were out of their slots. The proximity allowed her to smell the sweet scent of her new stylist. Mmm, cherry. She must've freshened up while I was changing. She felt her pop another one. She got scared as now the top of her black bra was visible. "Please Catherine, that's enough."

Catherine however went one more. Then she pulled the top open so the bra was half exposed. "There. Now it's good. You look so beautifulll Clarissa!" It sounded like she was mocking her now. "Take a look at yourself in the mirror while I look for one more thing."

Catherine left and Clarissa did just that. I look so trashy! She was showing up way more leg then she was comfortable with. The skirt felt like it was going to fall at some point in the day. The loose belt especially made her look like she didn't care. Her belly was now in part view in between the parted ends of her shirt. Then her breasts. Much more accentuated than before, Clarissa felt like a hoe with her chest in full display now. It didn't help that the slightly see through nature of the shirt allowed people to see her black bra in a limited capacity. The room was cold so her nipples were now erect which only made things worse. Clarissa lamented at what Catherine had done to her.

"I'm baaaaaack" the girl called out from behind her. She smiled as a pair of black heels hung from her finger. "No look is complete without the perfect pair of shoes!" She bent down and slid one of Clarissa feet into it. She tried to keep her balance as it was elevated off the ground and her other foot was. She felt her other foot go in. Clarissa was now an inch taller and this didn't sit well with her. She tried to avoid doing heels. She could walk in them but preferred not to. Catherine slithered up her body so she was upright. "There we are!! Now we're done!"

She moved behind her and looked into the mirror with her. "My beautiful little slut. How slutty do you look now?" Clarissa gasped at the cooing in her ear and gazed to the sight in front of her. Herself in a trashy outfit and this domineering brunette with the widest smile hovering behind her. Catherine was now the same height as her due to the heels. Then she saw an arm reach in front of her and cup a breast. "Mmm, so firm and tasty looking!"

"Please...Catherine...people are gonna see...stop.." She pathetically sighed.

Catherine just laughed and slid her other hand between her doll's legs and up her skirt. "That's idea silly!" Then she tickled her pussy from behind the fabric and wiggled her breast at the same time. Clarissa moaned . Looking into the store she saw shoppers from afar looking in their direction. Please stop. She felt so humiliated being serviced in the back of this store in full view of other customers. Yet as she felt Catherine's rack pushed against her back and saw her sadistic face in the mirror, she was quite aroused from it. And Catherine could tell. 

The girl let her go abruptly. "Alright. Let's go." She marched into the store like nothing happened. "Forget your clothes. You won't be wearing those again anyways." Clarissa put her head down and slowly followed her "friend" into the store again and into line. She stood there so embarrassed as she knew people we're looking at her with prying eyes. They thought she was slut both in appearance AND actions. She couldn't bear to look at them but Catherine nudged her and told her to stand up straight. "Throw your shoulders back will you!" She reluctantly did and saw that it only made her bust pop out even more. This only further embarrassed her. She wished the line could hurry up so she could escape.

Finally getting to the front of line, Catherine and Clarissa walked to the front of the register. A ditcy looking blonde clerk was working the counter today. Popping her gum she smiled at the girls. "Wowwww..impressive!" She said as she marvelled at Clarissa.

Catherine pointed Clarissa and popped a bunch of tags from the clothes onto the desk. "Everything she has on now." She simply said.

Ditsy girl, rung in every tag never taking her eyes off Clarissa. She was embarrassed as the clerk was staring right at her. "Alright, that is 219.76." Catherine flashed her a gold credit card to which she scanned. She signed the bill and thank the girl. Clarissa turned to leave at that instance but she was stopped. "Wait, wait. This nice girl here complimented you and you never thanked her!" Catherine muttered a quiet thank you in response.

"No no. You have to do better than that." She paused for a second. "I know! Offer her your breast. Ask her to touch it!"

The clerk's head just shook. "No, no, I can't do that. I'll get in trouble." Clarissa was very relieved to hear that.

Catherine pressed on however. "Relax, it's fiiiine. We won't say anything." She turned to her doll. "Now ask her to touch."

Feeling helpless and compelled, the brunette said it very half-heartedly. "Please, I'd really love it if you felt up my tit."

The girl's face lit up as she reached out and touched her bra. The giggled as she jiggled it a little bit. Then she took it in with her palm. "Wowwww, that's really nice." She let go and was beaming a smile. Clarissa felt so degraded, being solicited like this. Catherine hooked her around the arm and pranced out the store. The clerk smiled and the entire store buzzed as they made their exit.



It's Rude To Stare Ch. 03



Escaping the perilous situation of H&M was a relief to Clarissa, but as soon as she saw the heavy traffic of shoppers, she realized she wouldn't be any better off. She and Catherine stood there in front of the store before joining the masses. Catherine's intention no doubt. Passerbyers in both directions and those going into the store turned their heads to look at the two girls (of course, moreso at Clarissa). It was quite overwhelming for Clarissa as it struck her now what she was going to have to deal with it. She took a deep breath and swallowed. After a few moments, Catherine motioned to her doll and the two merged into the crowd. Clarissa immediately noticed the looks. She even senses the gazes from behind on her smooth legs and ass. Being only a couple of feet from the nearest people, she was very susceptible to the gawks and the snickers. Catherine had set their walking pace very low (any faster and she couldn't walk in the heels anyways) as people moved from beside them, others took their place. And their reception of her appearance differed. It was mostly cunning smiles but occasionally groups of guys would take it further with cat calls. One of them dared to call out "How much?" How dare he?! I am NOT a whore! But as bad as the horny guys were, the age groups directly above and below Clarissa's. Parents would look in disgust as they shielded their children's eyes and pulled them away Clarissa really wanted to hang her head whenever the elderly passed by because they really brought on the death stares. 

But as much as she wanted to slouch and not draw too much attention to herself, Catherine once again told her to stand up straight, pull her shoulders back and push out her chest. Clarissa lamented but did as she was told. Why even given me a damn shirt if my bra is peeking out this much?! To her controller, however, it was clear. Her bust was ready to burst out of the top at any moment. It certainly felt like it to Clarissa and it looked like it the outside world. It was scandalous and daring. It warranted attention. As they walked side by side the halls of the Toronto mega-shopping centre, Clarissa looked over at Catherine. The sparkling look in her eyes was one of great focus and confidence. At this point she didn't even have to look how her play thing was faring because she just knew. She knew it was uncomfortable. She knew it was unpleasant. She knew it because she'd been there before. She didn't have to see it. Something about this woman. I want to slap that stupid cocky look off her face right now. For doing this to me. She looked down at herself one again. The draft and cold air on her body was a lot more noticeable than before. Made sense because with a nearly open short sleeve blouse with a light and short skirt, much more skin was showing.

"Why are you doing this? This is so humiliating."

"I told you. You want to stare; you gotta know what's like to be stared at."

"But-but, you were never like this in the streetcar!" The peril in her voice was not hidden at all. "I feel like a hooker!"

Catherine laughed. "Oh Clari, Clari, Clari...you are ways away from that. But we can certainly make that happen." She winked at her in torment, knowing that Clarissa was completely powerless. Catherine knew that as much as her doll played the innocent damsel, she was captivated by the situation and by her. And THAT'S what made her stay. But for now, it was time for Clarissa's first scene in her new attire.

Catherine dug into her purse and pulled out a fist. Then she opened it to the ground and a shower of coins rained onto the mall floor. The metallic clanging of 10 or so coins caught the attention of the surrounding pedestrians who slowed and stopped to see. Clarissa looked round in a panic and then to her new "friend." She whispered an outrage to her. "Catherine! What are you nuts?! What the hell are you doing?!"

Catherine smiled again. "Why it seems I have dropped all my change. Now who will pick it up for me?" She announced to the crowd. "Don't worry people, we'll pick it up, I appreciate the help but no thank you. Have a good day!" Clarissa just wanted to cover her face given Catherine's behaviour and the fact she was standing right beside her.

"Well? Pick it all up."

"Meee?! You're the one who dropped it all!"

"Yes, but you're the one that's going to clean it all up! Need I remind you of your words outside? 'Anything'?" Clarissa looked into her brown eyes and found that cocky leer again. For such a beautiful woman, Catherine sure was evil. She sighed as she bent down at her knees and picked up a nickel.

"Ah, ah, ah..." She heard Catherine and looked up to see her motioning to her. "Bend at the waist, not the knees. It's funner that way!" Yeah, and degrading too. Why me?

So Clarissa walked around in the immediate area picking up all the loose change. In one area there are at least a cluster of six coins laying flat on the ground so she had to stay there for an extended period of time. In her nervousness, it proved difficult to get a good hold on them. Her fiddling caused her whole body to wiggle, which of course meant a nice sight for all passing by. The brunette could feel her bottom being hiked up to her waist effectively giving the crowd the best upskirt they've ever witnessed. As Clarissa carefully manoeuvred around in her bent position, she lamentably made herself aware that there were people at either side of her taunting her. Although she couldn't see them, she just knew they were mocking her with their eyes. Please just go away people. But they didn't. If anything they became involved. One male traveling with his buddies passed by, slapped her left cheek, and kept going without even looking back. Clarissa lips formed an "O" in shock and surprise. One hand went up to caress her stinging butt, but she quickly realized that it was best she didn't do this. All the while Catherine stood a few feet away with her arms crossed just looking at her doll in action. She saw the desperation in Clarissa's sluggish and sloppy movement. She tried to get this over quickly but Catherine knew this made things worse for her. And better for her own self to watch. 

As Clarissa worked on a tiny cluster of three coins, in her periphery she saw the long tanned gams heading toward her. She was getting tired from this moving around and her doubled position didn't help her out in terms of getting blood and air to properly circulate. As Clarissa dug a dime off the ground, she looked beside her to see a pair of familiar heels beside her. "Keep doing what you're doing," she heard. Then she felt two hands grab her exposed backside. What is she doing?! Noooooo! Indeed Catherine had brought herself into the scene and grabbed hold of her buttocks. Groped too now. Great. Catherine treated it as natural. She massaged her cheeks quite naturally not even displaying a crum of the great excitement in her. She added to Clarissa's discomfort by tugging on her exposed thong and pulling it into her crack. She addressed the crowd who was witnessing this all occur. "Don't worry folks, she likes it." She was rubbing in the situation with both the fabric and the words. From her lowered position Clarissa heard the gasps, the laughs, the whistles, the cheers, and of course, the dirty name calling. Catherine moved from her position and allowed her to get the final coin, a nickel by the railing. She grabbed it stood up and leaned with her back to it. Catherine opened her purse and she dropped the change in.

Red in the face and slightly winded she addressed her tormenter. "I can't believe you just did that!" She looked at their following who had yet to disperse. She snapped at them. "STOP STARING AT ME! GO AWAY!" She looked back at Catherine who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Her doll moved closer to her and spoke with a quieter yet still intense tone. "I have been more HUMILIATE than I was just now." Catherine continued her mind games by failing to say anything. The two just stared at each other off to side as a couple of people still left from the show.

"Well?! Say something?" She panted as she demanded something, anything out of her commander. Catherine's smile widened into a full laugh. Clarissa was puzzled by this enigmatic girl. She began to stroke her face and play with her face. "Oh Clary, don't lie to me. I know you loved it." Loved it?! What?! "I know you enjoy being bent over, with your ass exposed for everyone to see and then my MAGICAL fingers dance along your backside."

Clarissa kept her glare on the woman. "Oh relaaaax. Fine. I know you're a bit upset..." Yeah a little... "So just to show you I'm not a total bitch..." With that Catherine unbuttoned her blouse once more finishing what she started on the streetcar. Clarissa peered into right at her cleavage. This girl is unpredicatable. First toying with me, and now this? Catherine parted her shirt so she was exposed just as Clarissa was. Noticing that she now ganrnered a better reaction from her doll, she smiled. "I see you like me now."

"Come here, my dear. I wanna show you some thing." She wrapped her arm around her and let her to the railing looking down on the lower level. Below hundreds of beings gathered in the food court, outside stores, around the fountains. Both of them rested their elbows on the guard as the slouched over to watch below.

"You see all these people Clarissa?" She did. Packs of young girls all with multiple shopping bags from Zara and Abercrombie & Fitch. Couples strolling along hand in hand. Guys sitting by checking out all the ladies who had come out along. "They're all horny. They all yearn for excitement. So we give it to them."

"By whoring yourself out? There's a word for that: freak." 

Catherine laughed. "Oh Clary. You're too good. We are hardly the freaks." She pointed across the panorama. "They are. Remember what I first told you?" She did. It's rude to stare. "It's rude to stare. You see, everybody thinks we're the ones who put on the show. We're the caged animals. We're the ones without the shame. Yet, think about it Clarissa. We capture people when they can't help it. When they just can't hold back that holler, or that scowl, or that ass slap." That last thought brought memories of what she just went through. 

Catherine continued. "You see, whether we make our intentions blatant like just now and in the store or whether we're more in cognito and less obvious, like me in the streetcar and us at this very moment..." Clarissa clued in that people must've been looking at their backsides as they peeked over the balcony. "And hey, even if we're a little over the top, it's all the same. People will let themselves go because they think 'Hey, they don't care so why should I? and 'They want the attention!'"

Clarissa thought about it for a minute. Suddenly Catherine was making a lot more sense to her. Yet it turned her impression of her upside down. She thought this girl was out to play the dominatrix, calling all the shots, and humiliating her in the process. Yet, here she was making a statement. Interesting.

"You see those guys over there?" Catherine pointed to two guys sitting on the edge of the big water fountain listening to a story by their buddy standing above them. Judging by his hand gestures and their reactions it was a very animated tale. "I want you to go flaunt yourself. Get them going. But keep your cool. Don't get them too attached."

Clarissa pondered this. After what she'd been through, she didn't want to objectify herself any more. Yet after what Catherine had told her perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea after all. With a look of concerned she gulped and nodded. 

They took the escalator down. This time Catherine made no efforts to degrade her friend if only because she knew Clarissa was well aware of how she would be received anyways. The whole way down she looked in the direction of her targets just trying to plan out how she would do this. Wow, am I gonna do this? Breathe, Clar, breathe. From behind her Catherine smiled above her as she looked down at her doll. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Catherine told her meet her back at that spot once she finished.

As she walked nearer and nearer, uncertainty still filled her head. How would she pull this off? What would Catherine say? What would the guys say better yet? Yet, one foot in front of the other she was going to do this. With several feet to go, the boys paused from their socializing with each other and turned their heads to stare at her as she made their way to them. The two seated gentleman were about 25 year old, good build, really jocky aura about them. Their standing black friend was slightly skinnier but still young and healthy. Their mouths hung loosely with this broad waltzing to them. Clarissa looked at them and then at the fountain and knew what to do. She walked right up to one of the seated guys and emphatically out one foot on the fountain's edge thereby giving all three males a view of her smooth and exposed legs.

"Hello boys...nice day we're having eh?" She tried to put on her best sultry voice. Her audience just stood there awestruck. She ran her hand down her leg as she spoke. The guys remained glued on her leg and how it stretched in its position, making her tiny skirt ride up. The man nearest to her no doubt was trying to sneak a peek and Clarissa knew it. She dabbed her finger in the water and continue. "I really love fountains. How the water cascades down and settles into a pool below." She now ran her damp hand along her leg making it shimmer with moisture. "And at the bottom of that pool millions of shiny coins just glimmering though the water, signifying a million little wishes casted." She grabbed at her shirt and adjusted it for the guys. Wow, Catherine was right. Then she lifted the chin of the nearest guy who had been focussing on her exposed thong the whole time. She looked him square in the eyes with her brown pupils. "But boys, I seem to have forgotten my purse and I want to make a wish too." She again fiddled with her top and wiped a touch of water on it. "What will ever do?" She said as she winked.

The boy standing immediately dug into his denim pocket in a frantic stupor. It was really funny to Clarissa to see them scrambling like that. She did that. If Catherine intended her game of exhibitionism to be about power relations, then Clarissa kind of liked it. The boy fished out a quarter and handed it to her. "H-Here, hope it's good" He nervously mustered out. Clarissa licked her lips and mouthed a thank you. Then she turned to the pool, looked into the surface and flicked it in. "Opa!" she exclaimed. She turned to the trio who were practically drooling. The boy below still hadn't moved his eyes from her crotch.

Abruptly she swung her leg off the ledge and tidied herself, cutting the show short for the guys. "Well, boys, time to go....See ya around." With that, she turned in stride and walked away, not even looking back once. If she had she would've seen the guys high fiving each other over what they just witnessed. Making it back to the escalator, she was greeting with Catherine nodding her head very approvingly. "Very nice. I liked what you did there. Led them on but yanked it right from them. What you wish for?"

Clarissa smirked. "In due time, don't want to reveal everything do we? Plus then it won't come true" Catherine nodded and smiled again. It was a good enough answer for her. She led them to a table in the food court. The girls sat across from each other. It probably wasn't any coincidence that they were dead centre in the setup of table. Around the arena buzzed with families, couples, and friends eating and gabbing loudly, trying to hear themselves over the noise. As Clarissa took this all in, she felt something stroking the side of her leg. She looked to Catherine who stared almost lovingly at her. She is beautiful right about now. It was hard to imagine that a girl with such angelic feature could be so devious some-, well MOST of the time. 

"Wanted to let you know that I'm really proud of you. It looks like you're getting it" Clarissa smiled and reciprocated the game of footsie.

"Yeah, well, I guess that makes us now a couple exhibitionist whores. I mean oops, we're not supposed to use that word are we?" She giggled. She genuinely loved this moment right now. For the first time she truly enjoyed being with Catherine. She was actually a girl right noe.

Catherine smiled back and lowered her foot off her leg. Clarissa titled her head in confusion as to why she stopped. "I want you to feel your pussy. Tell me exactly how hot you are." Just like that the fun mood to their activities was dropped. It was business again for Catherine. "Describe EVERYTHING you do and feel because clearly I can't see."

"But people are-"She tried to start with one of her complaints yet a quick glance from Catherine stopped her. It was so instinctive for her to start protesting. Although she had learned Catherine's motives, she wasn't completely comfortable with showing herself off. Yet it still excited her. This would be the proof that.

"Ok, I'm lowering my arm down to my skirt. I can feel the loose belt as brush up against it." She breathed in for the next part. "I'm lifting up my skirt. I can feel the cold air rushing to my skin." She was very nervous now. She paused for a second. With one hand down her crotch she looked around. Somebody somewhere must be look, I know it.

"Well don't stop! Continue!" Catherine ordered from in front of her.

Clarissa did go on. "I'm feeling the thong now between my fingers. A bit of it is trapped inside my, my cunt. It's kind of uncomfortable. The fabric itself is kind of wet too."

"Go on..."

"I'm moving it aside to reach my pussy." Again she broke for a second to survey her surroundings. People were looking for sure now. "I'm running my fingers through my bush. It's damp as well. I feel really excited yet scared now. I'm thinking about stopping."

Catherine stroked her face. "No, no, don't stop. You're doing so well. Pray keep going." Clarissa looked into her eyes and saw that proud, determined look she knew all too well. The smooth caresses on her cheek put her somewhat more at ease. Somehow she didn't want to disappoint herself, Catherine, and her audience of course. She gulped and nodded and travelled her hand.

"I'm, I'm now putting one finger into my pussy. I'm wiggling it around. It's wet inside too. I'm getting more excited now."

"Finger yourself."

"Ugh, I'm tickling my clit now. This is so very embarrassing. I'm hot and I can feel it in my cunt and on my face." It was true. Her face started to redden. "My clit's hard. *gasp* I can feel something coming on now."

"Keep going. One more finger. And faster."

"I'm putting a second one in. It's really moist now. I can feel the slime on my hand. I'm pumping a bit faster now. Oh Catherine! It feels so fuckin' goooood!!!" Catherine too was getting into it and began to massage her own lower regions through her skirt. "That's right my doll. It should feel good. Now, be a dear and pop another one of your buttons open."

Unconsciously Clarissa's free hand moved to her blouse and threaded the fastener through the hole. She parted the shirt and exposed her entire bra and cleavage. She ran her hand down her chest and bra out of ecstasy as her other hand continued to work on her clit. "Ooooo..." she cooed.

"Alright you can stop now." She ordered. "But wipe your juices on your chest and then tell me how that was."

Clarissa ejected her hand and with a dazed look in her eye she looked at it. Juices were stringing between her digits. She dragged them across her bust making sure to turn them over to get both sides. "That was the scariest thing I've done. Even more then the coins or the store. There were people all around us. I know they saw. I wanted to stop but I didn't. It was thrilling. I can't believe I did that!"




It's Rude To Stare Ch. 03



Catherine licked her finger and addressed her. "Oh, but I do. I told you: you're learning. Learning to like it. And you, my little dolly, know it." On some level Clarissa knew Catherine was right. 

"See that couple over there?" Catherine motioned her attention to a black guy and a girl about 21 in ages sitting a couple tables over to them. They were leaned into each other talking and laughing sharing a banana split that was in the middle of the table. To Clarissa they seemed like a really cute pair. Wait, what about them now?

"Go over there and break up there little love fest by rubbing their ice cream all over your rack."

"What?! That's crazy Catherine! I won't do it!" She was outraged now. "Performing for a bunch of pervy guys is one thing because they deserve it, but to do it to a boyfriend and girlfriend who just wanna spend time together? They didn't do anything! That's mean, I'm sorry.."

"Fine. Don't." Catherine began to rebutton her brown blouse.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Perplexed to this girl's actions now, she watched as Catherine gradually covered herself up.

"Oh nothing. I just suddenly feel cold." Clarissa knew what she was doing. More mind games. The guilt card. The trade off. I'm not gonna do it so you button up, huh? As she watched more skin get overtaken by fabric she got scared. Her beauty, her aura was disappearing. Part of the allure of this whole adventure had been to see Catherine exposed too. After all, that's what triggered this all in the streetcar. But as much as she felt this way, she didn't want to give herself away. Catherine was fully buttoned up, a far cry from her previous appearance.

"I won't do it you know. You're being childish about it." Catherine just stood back at her not saying a thing. Just her pompous smirk graced her beautiful features. More mind games. Catherine was quite good at that. She knew how to get what she wanted. Damn her controlling personality! The two sat in stale mate for a few minutes. It was a battle of nerves now. Who would give in? Clarissa tried to hold her ground but felt Catherine's eyes pecking at her willpower. She couldn't bear it. If I don't do this, it all stops here. And I have to have more. She rose up abruptly from her seat.

"Fine! You win!" She marched defiantly to the couples table and just stood in front of them. The boy had just finished feeding his girl a spoonful of the creamy dessert. The two of them looked up in awe of having a slutty girl standing before them. 

"Can we, umm, help you?" The girl spoke in a bitchy tone but also in an unsure one. A product of having a girl with a shirt that was two buttons from being open and with her awkward looking bra fully exposed and housing her seemingly big breasts. Clarissa parted her shirt even more and tried to look as desirable as she could.

"Yeah, I am extremely hot right now and was wondering if I can get a bit off your ice cream." Not even waiting for a response Clarissa dabbed her index finger in the ice cream and lifted it to her face. The couple sat unresponsive to the actions above them. Clarissa moved her creamy finger toward her mouth, licking a little off before inserting the whole thing in her mouth then slowly sucking the mouth digit off slowly. "Mmm, that hit the spot just nicely don't you think, eh big boy?" It was odd. Clarissa never imagined herself this flirty and sexual side of her but somehow with Catherine calling the shots it came out.

"Yeah, because we were eating it!" The girl sat there unimpressed while her man couldn't avert his eyes. Clarissa stroked his face and easily snatched his spoon right out of his hands. She spooked up some of the vanilla ice cream and brought to her mouth, taking her time with it. Some of it dripped off the spoon on to her chest. It met Clarissa with a bit of a shock, having cold droplets fall onto her skin. She ate what was left on the spoon and then brushed her finger over the remainder on her chest. Again she licked it off. As she gathered another spoonful, she thought she might of heard something to effect of "what the fuck are you doing" from the old girlfriend, but she was too focussed on her guy to really pay attention. This time she pulled it to her mouth quickly. Most of it got past her lips, but some hung around her lips. Gravity pulled the chunks down again to her body. It followed the shape of her perfect tits and eventually trailed to her black bra, collecting itself in her cleavage.

Clarissa then grabbed some out of the bowl with her hand and wiped it all over her chest. It was marked with the trails of her fingers. Again the dessert had collected itself in the crevice of her bra. Clarissa reached inside and grabbed a semi solid piece and ate it. The boy's reaction had changed from docile to utter elation. His face completely lit up when he saw her rubbed the ice cream her chest. He tried to reach out and get a squeeze but his significant other quickly slapped it away. He snapped at her with a look but he saw she continued to be unimpressed and downright pissed off at Clarissa. The brunette meanwhile puffed out her chest and pushed her babies together while flipping her hair back. It's like being a beach. Only I'm wetting myself with ice cream not water. She clued in that she had the attention of the entire court. Again she heard the cat calls and the cries for her to "take it off." She heard the cheers and of course, the jeers. They were doing as Catherine described. Clarissa had their attention, now she had their wills, they were going crazy. The more she massaged herself, the more they popped. Such simple minds. 

The girlfriend had enough. She stood picking up the bowl of the banana split. "YOU WANT ICE CREAM?!" Then she dumped the entire thing on to Clarissa's chest! The volume soaked and stained her bra and considerable part of her shirt. Then to add insult to injury (or more fittingly, injury to insult), the girl SLAPPED Clarissa across the face. The crowd gasped at the series of moves. The girl immediately grabbed her boyfriend and yanked him out of his chair dragging him out of there. By the time Clarissa had recovered she could only make out their frantic forms pushing by a sea of people in the distance. She looked at her herself and the huge amount of ice cream dripping off her upper body and forming a puddle on the ground below. The audience were silenced before breaking out in applause. Clarissa looked around to see everyone clapping. She wasn't quite sure if it was for her or that in her getting her just desserts so to speak, but she curtsied for the crowd anyways which made the ovation louder. 

She saw Catherine making her way to her too. When she reached her, the two stood in front of each other. Catherine had opened her shirt once again. Looking down her messy chest, she took some ice cream on her finger and licked half of it then feeding the rest to Clarissa. "Mmm, quite the unexpected result eh?"

Clarissa laughed at the ridiculousness of the events. This is nuts! "Yeah, only a little bit!!" She looked down at herself. "Umm, Catherine? Can I get cleaned up? I really don't wanna walk around like this." 

Catherine nodded and led her out of there to a bathroom, leaving a puddle and dozens of happy bystanders.




It's Rude To Stare Ch. 04



"I'm not going to lie, Clarissa. That whole debacle, teasing that guy right in front of her girlfriend, her not being to take it much more and snapping" Catherine said as she dabbed a rolled up paper towel ball under the running faucet stream. She went back to her doll. "It was hot."

"Yeah, says the girl whose chest isn't dripping with dessert!" Clarissa laughed. She just had too. It was all so ridiculous yet fun all the same. "I feel so gross right now. And my clothes are ruined!"

Catherine wiped Clarissa's sticky bust which was coated with the creamy treat. It was no longer dripping off her body but its residue had stuck her skin and made things really uncomfortable. The two of them stood in front of the mirror, Clarissa faced it straight ahead and watched the reflection of her mentor hovering on her left side trying to clean her up. "Oh Clary, how many have said? Relax. It'll sort itself out. Now hold still while Catherine makes things better." As she watched her fix her up, Clarissa felt her attraction to Catherine come back. Yet this time it was for something different. This was a new nurturing side to her that rival her cold, bitchy, borderline sadistic demeanour. During her entire time in that mall with Catherine she'd felt an aura of dominance, a sensation of being overpowered and overwhelmed. Catherine held this power over her, that in as much as she wanted to escape, she wanted to stay at the same time. But right now, things were different. Catherine was at her level now. Just a normal, compassionate human being. Things were very safe now. As she got in close to wipe away the stain, she smelt that flowery scent, the same one inside H&M. She cocked her head to look at her "friend." She was naturally very beautiful. Flowing brown hair, hazel eyes, lips that for once weren't grinning cockily. She had a perfect downblouse view from where she was and she took full advantage of it. Bra exposed, a nice long crack where her two mounds met. Breath taking. All the while her gentle hands continued to clear up the mess with ball after ball of damp paper towel. Maybe the spell was still on even when it didn't seem like it.

At one point their eyes met in a real movie moment. As they gazed at each other they wondered what would happen. Time stood still in anticipation. Two brunettes standing together in an empty washroom, no one to see, what was to happen? Their faces inched forward by instinct, like a magnetic pull guiding their eyes and lips together...

The moment was broken when they both heard the door swing open and hit the wall. They snapped out of it and Catherine wetted another towel and resumed her task. A few moments later two blonde girls and a brunette walked inside quite noisily chatting to each other. They stopped when they took in the bizarre sight of Clarissa being cleaned up. They broke into laughter. "Oh my god!" One of them spoke. "THAT'S..." It was apparent to both of them that they recognized (at least one of) Clarissa's antics.

"Yep, everyone meet Clarissa, my little dolly." Clarissa felt a little hurt by that statement. Somehow their moment here made her feel like they moved past their dom/sub relationship. Instead she was enduring their mocking and laughs. "How was the ice cream Clarissa? You enjoyed at didn't you, you little whore! Hahaha!"

Clarissa opened her mouth to respond to the uncalled for insult but was cut off by her puppeteer. "Oh she loved it. She loves being the public's eye whore! She's just a little slut inside that's dying to break out!" Whore? What? Clarissa gave her a death stare for that one. After their conversation distinguishing them from whores and freaks, here she was being sold out as one. She felt so betrayed. Their closeness had been lost again. Catherine had reverted back to her old ways even if Clarissa half-expected it. She was two-faced, two sided. "Go ahead, touch her," Flashbacks to the store again.

With that Catherine took a step back and allowed the girls to get through and fondle Clarissa. They playfully and laughingly ran their open palms down her shoulders and arm and over her now dry chest. This is a new one. I'm being felt up by the She Spies. One of them, the blonde with the short hair pinched her bra in amusement. Clarissa looked over to Catherine who smiled proudly. Thrown under the bus again. She'd begun this all with a near encounter with this beautiful woman's lips, and instead she got a lesbian fantasy of other sorts. Catherine just egged them on again. "You know girls, Clarissa's shirt and bra are allll soiled. How 'bout we get her out of them?"

The girls giggled and got to it. First the white blouse went. With only two buttons left fastened, it easy to get it open. They pulled it off her back and left her with just a bra which still had white stains on it. That too was loosed and pulled over her arms leaving her completely topless. Maybe it was the cold bathroom air and maybe it was the excitement, but her nipples were fully erect. And the girls picked up on it. They pointed and laughed. "Dirty little slut is getting off on this!"

"You might want to check down there for that," Catherine butted in with the stage direction. Again Clarissa shot her a death stare. Catherine! She turned her attention to the girls, this time the brunette. She'd reached under her skirt going in for the girl. She smiled to her friends. "Daaaaamn, this bitch is wetter than a dog in heat!" Funny, that's how I feel. Brown girl pushed her thong to the side and stuck her finger inside her cunt. "Yep, what a horny cunt!"

"Really? Let me try!" Her blonde friend on the other side of her reached in for herself. Clarissa had two girls invading her snatch at the same. "Ohhhh, hahaha, I see what you mean. You really ARE a dirty slut!" Clarissa stood there and took being fingered by two women. In between the pleasure she watched Catherine and then the door. She didn't know if she wanted anyone else coming in. These girls were surprisingly really open about engaging her but others would be hostile. What if a mother, or worse, a grandmother walked in? She wanted to shout out "lock the door," but she was paralyzed in excitement.

Catherine, watching idly by, let this go one until her doll was groaning and moan. Any minute she'd be dripping with juices. This was great because Clarissa would be well worked up for their next exhibition. "Oooo, keep going girls. She'll stay stop, but she doesn't mean it!" She urged on again. Clarissa let out a tiny scream and doubled over. The girls had to hold her back to make sure she didn't fall over completely. She screamed a bit louder, signifying an explosion down there.

"Thank you, thank you very much girls. Clarissa really appreciated that." The girls smiled and pulled their sweaty, love juiced hands. Clarissa just panted heavily. What a ride. "I guess me and Clary will be on our ways!"

Clarissa miraculously recovered. "Um Catherine? I still don't have a top!" She spoke in outrage.

"I can help with that," All of them turned around to the other blonde, the long haired one. She didn't do anything this whole time.

She was very professionally dressed. Black slacks, ruby red blouse, and vest over it. She unbuttoned the vest and slipped it off her back. Then she brought it to Clarissa and gave it to her. She glanced at Catherine who gave her a nod and a look of "hey, there you go." She looked it over then put it on. It was hardly a top. It was very low cut even done up all the way. It would have to do though. She didn't think they were being sincere but the girls even complimented her.

The trio made their exit, giggling all the way out. "I'll let you fix yourself a little. Do your business if you have to. I'll be outside. Don't keep me waiting." So with that Clarissa got washed up and then hit the washroom stall. Then she finxed herself in the mirror. She tried to position the vest in a decent way but it wasn't happening. She leaned on the sink and looked at herself in the mirror remembering what just took place. Her pussy was still stinging in the after effects. She took a feel for herself and then smelt her hand. Her panties were soiled too. She'd have to walk around with that. From outside she heard Catherine call. She washed her hand and then got it going.

"Where are we headed now?"

"The movies."

Clarissa puzzled at the choice of locale. "The movies? After all that you wanna watch a movie? Why?" Catherine said nothing else the whole way and just led them outside the Centre and back to Dundas Square. Along the way she kind of clued in herself. A dark theatre. The clichéd place for one to make out with his or her significant other. Catherine had ideas, she just didn't know what. As she trailed behind her, she felt the draft hit her wet panties and her breasts shifting very loosely inside their less than adequate covering.

Hitting the giant AMC complex, they walked up to the ticket retailer booth. There was a teenage male working it today. His mouth dropped when he saw Catherine and Clarissa approach him. Catherine ran hand down her shirt and parted it a little bit for the young man to see. "Hey there big boy. Two for Iron Man 2 please." The guy was flustered in words and actions as he punched in the info into his computer. "Y- yeah, sure, of course!" A minute later the tickets were printed off and he added them to Catherine with mouth still agape. The girl checked her purse for some cash. "Oh my, I don't have anything to give you. Perhaps we can figure something out?" She pressed her tits together and rubbed them through the fabric. The boy's eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. Watching this all transpire, Clarissa couldn't believe this was going to work. Yet she loved seeing Catherine being downright sexual and seductive. Again in a sultry voice Catherine asked, "Do you suppose you could, cover this one for us, big boy?" Now put over the edge with this woman, he ushered them ahead. "Sure, sure! No problem!" With that they walked on by. "Boys are such tools, so easy" Catherine stated to her doll. Yes they are, yes they are.

Taking the escalator to the upper level, they found their theatre. It wasn't very packed. Mostly groups of guys or couples. Clarissa estimated that it was maybe 6 minutes until showtime. Catherine led the way to the front, much to her pet dismay. "The front?! I hate the front. It hurts looking up the whole time!"

"You complain too much, just sit." Catherine liked the simple, to the point responses. They worked because Clarissa listened.

They sat there in silenced looking at the trivia on the screen. With eyes on the screen Catherine pushed out another order. "Slip off your panties."

Clarissa turned to her tormenter. "What? The lights are still on! We haven't even hit previews yet!"

"Have you learned nothing from me? Have you reverted back to being a sad scared little girl? Stop questioning everything I say and just do it for once!" This was the sternest she had been with her. Clarissa could feel her intensity and frustration in her voice. It was true though. After her amazing performance in the food court, she'd fallen back to old ways. Not saying a word she reached under her skirt and wiggled the underwear off her hips. She handed them to Catherine. Satisfied? The girl got a hold of their dampness and took in her scent. Then she stuffed them into her purse.

"Someone's been really hot. Lift up your skirt so I can see your poor bothered pussy." Again she did without a protest. "Spread your legs. Yeah, that's it. Your cunt must aching right now." Catherine smacked it a couple of times. "Yesss..." Clarissa moaned. "So hungry for you Catherine. I want you so bad!"

Just then the lights turned down and the previews started. The surround sound of the cinema echoed inside her body and in her vagina specifically. Catherine had stopped for a minute to look at the trailer leaving her pet hanging in anticipation. What's the hold up? Always the mistress of mind games, Catherine was going to make her wait, even if she too wanted to go on as well. Being left on her own, Clarissa figured she might as well entertain herself. So she reached down between her thighs and got to work.

In the middle of it she felt Catherine reach over and undo her vest. With the biggest smile on her face and groan to match, button by button her top came open. When it was, Catherine slipped her hand in and groped her tit. At last, the mighty Catherine. The brunette had masterful hands. Her tactics bordered on pain and pleasure. She'd rub her nipple and squeeze it at the same it. Doing very well on her own self-pleasure, this was heavenly for Clarissa. It was also for the few in the theatre who could make out what their silhouettes were doing way down in the first row. They pointed and nudged their buddies next to them to look. The next they would've seen was the two outlines merged into one as their met. Indeed, the moment Clarissa dreamed off that whole afternoon had arrived. Finally. Catherine continued to caress her breasts as she invaded her mouth with her tongue. Their lips went at it wildly, smacking together. They went at it for minutes without breaking. And this was exactly what Clarissa wanted. Finally she had some intimacy with her tormenter, her very sexy tormenter at that. Their tongues tangoed with each other in the dancehall of their mouths. An eruption of pleasure and frustration no doubt on Clarissa's part. The movie had already begun yet, for those who knew of the two, the stood in their seats trying to get look at them

Their movie make out session unfortunately was cut short by a light in their faces. Both of them stopped and looked down the aisle to see a man flashing a bright flashlight directly at them. Not knowing whether they were going to busted for technically getting in there for free or the bit of indecency, Catherine boldly grabbed Clarissa by the wrist and made a break for the other end of the row. With her free hand she tried desperately the whole time to keep her skirt from falling as they ran. Too bad she didn't have a third hand to attend to her breasts because without any support, they just bounced around uncontrollably full view of all the passer-byers. Her skirt too frilled up, exposing her ass cheeks and pussy lips. The girls laughed the whole way at the thrill of potentially being chased. They turned every head they passed on the way to the escalator. On the moving stairs themselves they had to force themselves past people which obviously garnered some looks too.

On the lower level they ran passed the retail counter and big boy giving him a little wink on their way out the doors. On the side walk they both huffed and puffed trying to catch their breath. When they did they just burst into laughter again. 



It's Rude To Stare Ch. 05



Clarissa coughed and wheezed. That sprint was very much unexpected. She took a deep breath to settle herself down. Her pussy still tingled from the pair's escapades in the movie theatre. Her cheeks and lungs hurt so much from dashing several floors away from security and again from laughing. Looking at Catherine, she knew that she probably felt the same way. But she was excited to go exploring with Catherine some more. "Ok, ok, ok, what now?"

Catherine looked around at the busy intersection. The volume of pedestrians never seemed to cease at Yonge and Dundas. It was perfect. She grabbed Clarissa by the hand and led her away once more. For the first time, Clarissa was actually excited to see what she up too. She wasn't scared anymore. Heck, she looked at what they had just done and presently doing as "girlfriends being girlfriends." They were up to no good and they were doing it together. Teammates. Her feelings for Catherine had come to a head. She may be a bitch, but she's a damn sexy one. Her breasts pounced up and down as she trailed behind her friend. Her pussy ached in horniness. She needed some satisfaction and soon.

They stopped below the giant TV screen. Clarissa began to inquire as to what Catherine had in mind but the sexy seductress just put her finger to the little girl's lips and told her to hush. Then with a little sly smile on her face, Catherine began to run her hands down Clarissa's exposed chest. She gripped both nipples and made them do a little dance.

"Oh look Clarissa, people are staring. I think I should stop now." Catherine whispered in a sarcastic, playful tone of voice echoed their earlier encounter in the Square.

"Please...no...don't. Let them look." Clarissa teased back. She was horny. Horny for Catherine the Great.

For Clarissa, things had come full circle with Clarissa. Here she was in the very spot doing the very action during their first encounter. Only this time, it felt right. Catherine wasn't coercing her into anything; rather, on this occasion, the two of them were expressing their bond for one another. No wanting to run away this time. I could stay in her arms forever. People were gathered around them and Clarissa didn't care. In fact, she WANTED them to be there to bear witness to the two of them.

Catherine plugged her tongue into Clarissa's mouth. The kiss came so abruptly for Clarissa, but knowing Catherine, it wouldn't have come any other way: without warning, on the edge, and most of all, domineering. For those first few moments it was the young villainess asserting herself. However, Clarissa eventually got a handle on things and began to reciprocate. Their tongues battled back and forth in their mouths. Their lips slurped and smacked with every kiss. Once again Clarissa was plunged into complete awe of this woman. Catherine sexually excited her: her entire presence, her know-how attitude, her overpowering aura. And those were just the intangibles! Catherine had all the assets to her: that annoying yet arousing sneer, her piercing eyes, the full breasts that got her into this misadventure. Right now she was one amazing make out partner! She kept her eyes shut as she ate Catherine's kisses. She knew people were probably gawking at them but at this point she wanted surround herself primarily in having Catherine here with her. Her expert hands and lips did things to her that no man could do.

Catherine broke the kiss and smiled. "Wanna dance?"

Clarissa was still giddy and drunk with lust from the lip lock. "What? Oh...here?"

Catherine cocked her head to her left. "No...over there." She was pointing to the open area in the Square where springs of water shot about 5 feet into the air. Clarissa liked that idea. Water play intrigued her. It'd be a good way to cool off in any case.

They waltzed over there hand in hand with their followers in tow. "You get the mood started for us baby." She gripped her own skirt and winked. "I think I need a bit of time to release myself of these clothes too..."

The suggestion sounded good to Clarissa. They sealed the understanding with a little peck on her lips and she was on her way. She skipped like a giddy little schoolgirl to one of the springs. She put her hand out to test out the waters (both literally and figuratively). It was mighty cold. Perfect. She splashed a bit on her cute little tits and wiped the drops on her flesh. Then she teased the crowd by leisurely running her hand down her flat stomach and down into her pantyless skirt. She grazed her pussy lips before licking her digits. It only confirmed how hot she felt and tasted. Catherine must be liking this. I can't wait for her to get up here. The crowd ooo'd and aww'd. New pedestrians stopped to see what the commotion was about. When they did find out, they gladly stayed for the show to either cheer or express their disgust. Street performers, artists, magicians were common at the busy intersection of Yonge and Dundas, which was unofficially dubbed the Times Square of Toronto, but raunchy acts like this one weren't too common. The Toronto public was getting a real showing today.

Clarissa reached her hand to touch the fountain and skipped around it. It was the adult version of "Ring Around the Rosie" definitely. But as much as the young girl was having a blast, she wondered what was taking Catherine so long. Every time she went around the circuit she looked for beyond the crowd. She spotted her but she wasn't facing Clarissa anymore. What the hell is she doing? She seemed pretty idle to Clarissa. She wasn't making an effort to undress or she would've been up there with her already.

Still, she pressed on with her exhibitionism. She stopped running around and contemplating her next move. She looked down at her skirt and then at the fountain. This could either be amazing or it could blow up in my face. She'd try it anyways. She flipped up her skirt and flashed the crowd her pussy. The reaction was a mixture of jeers and cheers. The only one Clarissa for was MIA at the moment. But alas, in a swift move she stepped through the spring and positioned her crotch over the single stream. The cold water agitated her already stimulated cunt further. It hit her lips and her thighs and then for the most part ricocheted off to the ground. It felt a makeshift spa jet stream hitting her privates. It was less potent and hot, but still had the effect. This was a major turn on! She raised her hands in the hair and wiggled her hips above the water. Ooooooo. But where's Catherine?

She emerged from on top of stream and lowered her chest and her head on to the water. Her upper body was now entirely drenched. She then began to dance seductively in place. Her breasts dripped with water as she shook them for the ground. She grinded to the ground and back up again. Clarissa never considered herself at dancer but in the moment her arousal led her to being one. She finally spotted Catherine as well. She was located far outside the crowd of people. She was standing with her hands on her hips looking directly at her. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned but not off like Clarissa expected to be. What's she waiting for? The statuesque brunette just stood there smiling at her with the "I know something you don't" look. While Clarissa never ceased her gyrations, she became really flustered with Catherine who was making no attempt to join her as planned.

The entire time she eyed Catherine. She quizzed why she wasn't joining her like she said. She'd finally move from her idle position but wasn't getting any closer to Clarissa. Instead, she was just circling the perimeter speaking into people's ears and making small talk to them. Clarissa saw her converse with them while occasionally pointing at her. Then both parties would share a laugh. She's not doing me any favours...that witch. She was probably bad mouthing her to them again just like in the washroom.

Her sensual and sexual gyrations had become automatic. She continued to channel that sultry side of her, but now there wasn't the same feeling behind it. The sexual energy she had gained from being with Catherine was sapped from her. She could only think of the evil woman and how she had once again made her the unwanted centre of attention. The more and more she studied her and how she spoke to those people, the more she realized she wasn't going to join her. Moreover, at that point she clued into the audience and their uncontrollable reactions for the very first time. Her lust shifted to embarrassment. They weren't cheering for her; they were cheering for her whory ways. Little slut girl they were saying. She was the little monkey in the cage. Her cunt and breasts were exposed and dripping wet; she was parading around without any shame. She wanted to run out but she was paralyzed in dance. Too scared to do anything. Damn her. She'd done it again. A pawn in her agenda. Yet despite these sentiments, Catherine was the only one that could get her out of there. Right?

Catherine herself wasn't too anxious on ending this right away. She continued the mental games with Clarissa. The longer she allowed this to happen, the more she proved her point. Clarissa was being eaten up inside right now and both of them knew it. She'd allow this go a few more minutes until she saw the physical anguish on Clarissa's face.

Finally, Catherine broke inside the circle. Without saying a word but maintaining the malevolent look in her eyes, she marched up to Clarissa, put her arm around her waist, and led her out of the crowd. The masses of people were left dumbfounded at what just transpired. They looked on as the two young women walked away from them.

Clarissa didn't even think about where they were walking to. She only had one thing on her mind. Unable to look Catherine in the face, in a mousy voice she voiced a rather ineffective protest. "I can't believe you just did that."

"Oh, Clary, you wanted to dance in the fountain...so I let you."

The wet girl shivered as she spoke. She had a lost look in her brown eyes. "I thought we were going to do it together...I thought...I thought we had something..."

Catherine stroked her face and wiped the hairs from off her forehead. "But we do, we do my little dolly."

"Then why did you leave me out there by myself again? They were laughing. You did nothing about it."

"And you did nothing about it either. I told you: this isn't about me. This is about all of them. And this is about you."

Clarissa responded with a combination of desperation and hysteria. "By humiliating me time and time again? By drawing me closer to you only to push me away again? AND by playing with my emotions like that?"She knew what it was about. She wanted to evoke some sort empathy from her.

Catherine shook her head. "This is about my little mission...I'm sorry, OUR mission...to expose people for what they are. And you're the key in doing that. Think of me as the catalyst, the circus hostess of the mostest. You should proud to be involved in a project like this." She paused to gauge Clarissa reaction. She was still visibly stirred but in her soaked state she still looked quite pathetic. "Now you might be thinking: I made out with you just now and again earlier in the day as all those people watched, so wasn't I part of it all?"

Clarissa said nothing. Not really...

Catherine answered her own question. "Well, truth is people have seen two girls kissing before. That's old news. Been there, done that. I'm looking for spectacles. Plus, I needed away to lure you into doing this. It looked to me that you thought the mission was over with and that you reached comfortable place with me."

Again Clarissa said nothing. The silent treatment. The classic method of showing dissatisfaction. Not that she'd care anyways. Bitch.

Catherine stroked her face and made sure their eyes met. "I do this because I like you Clary, I wouldn't go near you if I didn't, believe me."

If that was Catherine's way of reassuring Clarissa the validity of her actions, the wet girl wasn't buying it. She wanted to believe the attraction between them was genuine, she really did. But being Catherine's yo-yo was ruining her confidence in that.

"What now?" She said after an extended pause. Not that she wanted to know the answer.

The villainess shot her victim her trademark evil grin. "WELL, it seems you and I will need new clothes..."