Halloween at the Mall
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“Mommy, can we look at Halloween costumes there?” Karen said excitedly, pointed down the concourse at the mall.
Her mother, Carol, looked where she was pointing and saw a sign above a storefront that had been closed. The sign was a large LCD screen, displaying in bright animated letters, “Discount Halloween Costume Shop.” Karen wanted a costume for Halloween. Carol had been intending to go by Wally World after leaving the mall but she figured they could take a look.
The store had large video screens in the windows, flashing different costumes for children and adults. As she looked at the screens while they approached the store, Carol thought the displays seemed to flash too quickly and brightly. It was distracting.
Inside the store, there were more video screens. It was a busy place, with parents and children looking at the costume choices on the displays, choosing costumes, going into the back where the dressing rooms were, then bringing costume boxes out and checking out. Carol led Karen over to a video display that was showing examples of little girl costumes like Cinderella, Wonder Woman, Pocahontas, nurses, police officers, and dozens of others. The pictures seemed to flash by quickly and Carol felt dizzy watching them. When Karen settled on a Cinderella costume, they followed a sales clerk to a dressing room. Karen was nine years old, slim and blonde with pretty blue eyes. She would make the perfect little Cinderella.
There was a display in the dressing room, showing ads and animated shorts. Distracted by the display while Karen was undressing, Carol became engrossed while helping Karen change. Things became a little fuzzy, and before she knew it, they were at the checkout with a costume box. As Carol gave the clerk her credit card, she noticed an odd taste in her mouth. She couldn’t think where it came from or what it was, but decided it wasn’t important.
“Mommy, can we come back to the mall for trick-or-treating?” Karen said. Carol remembered seeing the fliers all over the mall advertising “Trick or Treat at the Mall” with free candy, punch, and prizes.
“Of course we can, darling. I think this will be an excellent place to spend Halloween this year. It’s just where a pretty little princess should be.” Carol said. As they walked down the concourse to the exit, she was convinced this is where Karen should be on Halloween.
By four o’clock on Halloween, Carol had helped Karen into her costume and even applied a little makeup to make her look more like a princess. When she removed the costume from the box, she was concerned that it was a little small, but once Karen put it on, she realized it was the perfect Cinderella costume.
Meanwhile, the employees at the mall began shutting down their registers and getting ready to close. By four o’clock, they had clocked out, left their shops, and were headed home. They ignored the fact that they had left their shops open and lights on.
As they left, they didn’t notice as a group of men and women entered through a side entrance.
The manager of the Costume Shop and his staff greeted the newcomers. “Okay, you know why we’re all here. You paid a lot of money to be here tonight. We have been preparing for this night for a long time. Every sales clerk in the mall has been getting subliminal images flashing on their computers, tablets and cash registers for the past months. So, earlier this afternoon, they closed up, thinking it was the end of the day, forgetting all about Halloween. They left their shops open, so you could take their places handing out candy for “Operation: Trick or Treat at the Mall.”
“Who cares about the sales clerks! What about the kids?” one of the men yelled, as the group cheered. “That’s what we paid for.”
“I was getting to that. The kids and their parents were introduced to subliminal images as soon as they entered the Costume Shop. While they were in the Fitting Rooms, they were fully indoctrinated. As a result, the parents will drop off their kids in a little while, to spend Halloween with us. They won’t think anything of dropping their kids off by themselves and they’ll ignore anything unusual about their kids’ costumes. Then they’ll wait patiently until I send them a text message telling them to pick up their kids.
“And the kids? The kids will do pretty much whatever we want them to do, and let us do anything we want to them—as long as they get a piece of candy afterwards.” The group cheered at this. “Now, when they come to you and say ‘trick or treat,’ if you just want a quick grope you can respond ‘treat’ and give them candy. If you want to spend more time with them, answer “trick’ and the kid will be ready for anything. Just don’t forget to give them a piece of candy afterwards.”
The staff from the Costume Shop handed them bags of candy and assigned them to a shop or kiosk. They spread out, taking a seat just inside a shop or next to a kiosk, waiting for the trick-or-treaters to arrive.
Karen was excited to get to the mall, and Carol found herself just as excited. She was almost speeding as she drove there. The fliers had said the trick-or-treating started at 4:30, and neither wanted to be late. Carol pulled into the mall just on time, falling into the line of traffic heading to the main entrance. She followed patiently as cars pulled up and let kids out. She watched as the car ahead let out a little African-American boy and girl out. The six-year-old boy wore a cowboy costume, which consisted of fake leather chaps, cowboy boots, a tiny little thong, and a hat. His chest was bare, as was his tight little ass. His sister, who was perhaps ten, wore a Supergirl costume, with a tiny blue tube top, sheer with the ‘S’ emblem on it, a red cape and short skirt, and over-the-knee boots. Her nipples showed through the top. She wore heavy makeup and bright red lipstick.
Carol didn’t see anything wrong with their costumes, nor did she see anything wrong with Karen’s Cinderella costume, which consisted of a very short blue dress, white stockings attached to a garter belt, and clear plastic high heels. The neckline of the dress drooped, almost showing off her nipples. The stocking tops showed below the skirt. Her makeup was heavy and whorish, with blue eyeshadow and red lipstick.
“You have fun, princess. I’ll be back to pick you up, uh, later. You look precious!” Carol said, as Karen got out and ran into the mall.
A man greeted Karen as she came into the mall, handing her a colorful trick-or-treat bag. Without asking, he reached under her skirt and felt her bare slit under the blue dress. She just smiled and thanked him for the bag.
She walked off in search of candy. She followed some other children, seeing the men and women in the shops and kiosks handing out candy. She watched as a seven-year-old girl in a Pocahontas costume that consisted of a suede halter and microskirt, boots and a headband with a feather in it, walked up to a man at the bed and bath store. She said, “Trick or treat!” The man responded, “Treat” to which the girl reacted by hopping in his lap. He put his hand under her halter and pinched her little nipples, then kissed her on the lips. He reached into the bag of candy and dropped a fun-sized candy bar into her bag. She hopped off his lap and continued down the concourse.
Karen walked up to the same man, twirled her blue dress cutely (which inadvertently flashed her bare butt and pussy), and said, “Trick or treat!”
The man smiled at her and said, “Trick. You’re awfully cute, Cinderella. Come closer.” She stepped up between his legs. He reached and slid her dress off her shoulders. As he leaned down to kiss her, he rubbed her bare nipples and flat chest. When he raised up, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. “You’ve got to do this trick to get a treat, princess.”
He pointed at his semi-erect cock. She knelt down and began sucking on it.
Across from where Karen began her first blowjob, a nine-year-old boy dressed as a police officer, with a tight blue spandex bodysuit, black boots, and a cap, walked up to a man sitting next to the Sunglass kiosk. His toy gun and nightstick swung at his belt as he said, “Trick or treat.”
The man, a tall bearded man with tattoos on both arms smiled at the boy. “Trick. Y’know, boy, I don’t much like cops. Since I can’t do much to real cops, I think I’ll have some fun with you.” He unbuckled his pants and jerked off his rather large cock until it was fully erect.
The boy looked at the man, smiling. He reached out and touched the cock. “That’s it, my little pig. Why don’t you give it a kiss before you sit in my lap and earn your treat.”
The boy kissed the erection as the man’s cock jumped. The man reached and pushed aside the crotch of the boy’s costume, exposing his ass. The boy cooperated as the man lifted him up and lowered him down on his cock. “I like treats,” the boy grunted as the head of the man’s cock penetrated his ass.
Further down, a fat, middle-aged woman with dyed blond hair convinced a seven-year-old oriental girl in a harem costume to eat her pussy. As she fingered her slit through the sheer silk pants, the girl licked and sucked on the woman’s hairy cunt.
In the food court, a cute little six-year-old brunette wearing a sexy nurse’s uniform with a short white dress, white stockings, and high heels, approached a man wearing a white lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck. “Trick or treat!” she said.
“Trick. Nurse, I think I need you to help me practice my examinations.” He said, lifting her up on a table. “I’m a little rusty, since the state pulled my license. Seems they didn’t like how I was treating little girls like you.”
He pulled up her dress, leaving her in just her stockings, heels, and little nurse’s cap. He bent down and put the end of the stethoscope on her flat chest. He moved it down, until it was rubbing against her little pussy.
“Of course, the only good way to examine little girls is with my tongue.” He said, as he leaned down and kissed her next to where the stethoscope was resting. He began licking her crotch.
“If I’m good, will I get a lollipop, doctor?” the girl said, between moans.
Around the corner, a pair of twins, dark-skinned African-American girls, were approaching a gray-haired man at the discount shoe shop. They wore identical sexy cat costumes, with leopard print bikinis, knee-high boots in the same pattern, and gloves that turn their hands into cat’s paws. On their heads, they wore cute little cat ear headbands. “Trick or treat!” they chimed in unison.
The man immediately replied “Trick.” They already had white goo dripping down their chins and on their chests. He reached and pulled down one girl’s bikini bottom, and massage her ass. He stood up and directed her to get up on the chair, kneeling with her ass to him. He lowered his pants. “This isn’t candy, but you’re about to get a treat.”
As he pushed his cock into her tight ass, he directed her twin sister to lick his balls and cock as he pistoned in and out. He had been aroused with all the little kids willingly offering themselves, so it didn’t take him long to cum in the little cat girl’s ass. He pulled out, coating her ass with ropes of sticky cum. He had her sister clean her up. As he tossed some caramels in their bags, they wandered off, smiling. One of them was walking slowly, a little bow-legged.
“Hi, Princess! Did you have a good time tonight?” Carol said as she opened the passenger door to let Karen in the car.
The little girl was smiling, but looked a little bedraggled. She had lost her tiara, her dress was torn and her stockings had runs in them. There were suspicious stains on her hair, face, and dress. “Yeah, it was great! Look at all the candy I got!” she said as she held up the treat bag.
“I see. Well, we need to get you home and cleaned up,” Carol said, pulling away from the mall entrance. “You’ll need a thorough bath to wash away any messy evidence, and we’ll throw away that costume and forget all about it.”
