A LITTLE WHILE EARLIER
“On one condition.” Dan smiled back at Emily. He knew what she was like. She had a habit of going a little too far and her past actions with initiates had caused one or two problems.
“I don’t want a repeat of the Clare incident again.” Dan said sternly staring at Emily as she smiled remembering.
Clare “Tubbs” Taylor was a girl of the larger persuasion that Emily and Mouse had prepared just like Amie. Except Emily had forgotten to tell her about the security guard wandering the shopping centre.
Clare got such a shock that she ran into a size up’s window and got a concussion which caused her to fall back on top of the infinitely smaller Eric Shone, the centres aging security manager.
It took four men to lift her off him and Eric had had a problem with The Little Bakery ever since. The headline in the local paper had been plastered all over the centre the following week, “NAKED GIRL FLATTENS 5FT ERIC SHONE”.
“Ok what is this condition you want to add in?”
“If you lose and she does come back, then whatever she comes back in is what you will be spending the rest of your shift wearing.” Dan knew he was in a win-win situation as he knew what she was like. Emily was sure to leave Amie naked up there. Which meant if he won he would have two naked girls serving the customers, because everybody knew that Mouse would never let Emily do it alone. And if he lost then trouble would be avoided.
Emily thought hard for a few moments. She had not expected Dan to bring this in.
“Ok. We have a deal then.”
Amie stood clutching the railings. The few seconds it took the lift to descend seemed like hours. Her whole mind was screaming “RUN RUN RUN” so why was she still standing there like a naked statue? Why did she just grab the railings as soon as that bloody girl said so? But there was one big question that danced about in her head. Why was she getting aroused? Was she a freak or something? She must be sick to be getting aroused from something so humiliating!
She breathed in, trying to calm herself, to find a quiet spot in her head from all the feelings and thoughts that were crashing around up there. The voice that she was dreading hearing broke her momentary peace.
“Hey knoodey girl. It’s time and you better hurry up and get a move on. The centre opens the shutters in ten minutes and those customers will come flooding in.” The smile emanating from Emily’s full lips made it evident that she was loving this, ”Oh and one more little thing I forgot to tell you. Watch out for the security guard. He has a little problem with naked girls running about his centre.”
“That is great! Thank you for telling me. Anything else you may have ‘forgotten’ to tell me?” an agitated Amie fired back down.
“Nope……..just good luck.” Emily gave Amie a big cheesy grin and the thumbs up before disappearing from view. Only Mouse was left standing there looking up.
“She thinks you have no chance, that you’re going to run and leave us. But I know you can do it.”
Mouse’s words were genuine. She tried to show Amie she had confidence in her, “We both did it so can you.” Her tiny fist punched the air as she said it. Then she too was gone.
Left alone with her thoughts Amie fought back the urge to run. She would show her! She could do this! Pumping herself up like boxer before a big fight. ‘Come on, Amie. Just one foot in front of the other,.It’s just a few minutes nudity.’ she told herself. She plied her hands from the railings, it was like they were stuck fast, turned and faced the door marked stairs.
Salvation lay beyond that door, down the stairs and into the relative safety of her little car. She wanted out to go home, to run away. Emily was right she was a runner, she didn’t have it in.
So it came as a bit of a surprise when she walked off in the opposite direction. She reached the edge of the window to the first shop. Instincts had taken over and one hand gripped tightly between her legs the other like a vice stuck fast to her chest.
Cautiously peering inside, noticing no one was in there, she skipped past quickly. Her pulse was racing, her stomach dancing turning over and over as she did the same for the next few shops.
About half way down the row of shops she was walking past another shop window when something inside moved and she jumped sideways panicking. She looked around not knowing which way to run only daring to look over her shoulder with one eye squinting at her watcher.
She laughed and breathed a sigh of relief. It was a full length mirror,.The only person watching her was herself. Looking at the naked reflection in the mirror, the pale skin, wisps of strawberry blonde hair had fallen from her pony tail and hung over her face. Her cheeks were pink, she was bent slightly at the knees, and her breasts were trying their best to escape her grasp. She could feel her nipples pressing into her arm.
The realisation hit her, rising slowly up her body…..She was enjoying this, she was actually getting off on this. The further she got away from the shop, from the safety of her car the more aroused she was getting. Shaking her head she forced herself to snap out of it.
Moving on past more shops she was becoming less and less cautious, her feet moving faster and faster. She reached the point where the shops took off at a ninety degree angle. She had made it a quarter of the way without getting caught. Amie passed the escalator that transported customers between floors. The excitement that she might actually do this evaporated as stopped in her tracks.
The old clock at the end of this floor, that hung over the other entrance ticked slowly round. It had run for nearly 200 years on and off and was once the town clock that stood in the centre of town. The one thing everybody said about it was how accurate it was. The clock stared back at her as if cruelly laughing……….7:58am!!!
It had taken her eight minutes to move 100 yards and now she was in real danger of being exposed to the town. She tried to ignore the dampness between her legs but she could smell her arousal. If she was not careful……she…..would….no…..not here!! Not now!!
Amie ran forward, her panic was reaching fever pitch. She had to get a hold of it, try to think clearly. The hand between her legs left its position of protection and now helped Amie steady herself as she sprinted towards the lift at the end. The arm covering her breasts was now being used to stop them from bouncing around too much.
The silver reflective surface of the lift appeared closer and closer. The shock of seeing the doors opening stopped her dead. Eric stepped out from the lift slowly, like someone had hit slow motion. They faced each other like a spaghetti western standoff. Eric’s hands hovered around his waist like a gunfighter. Amie’s eye’s caught sight of what his right hand was reaching for……..handcuffs.
They sprung into action, both gunfighters running towards each other. Eric pulled the handcuffs from his waist and slapped one around his right wrist, the other end placed in his right hand ready slap round Amie’s wrist.
The gap closed rapidly and Eric reached out. Like a skilful footballer Amie dropped her shoulder and fainted left, Eric dived to the left and Amie spun round to the right. Poor Eric hit the ground and slid along the floor towards the railing; he instinctively reached out with both hands and grabbed the railings to stop himself hitting them.
Amie turned back quickly to check he was ok. Eric despite his age was still nimble and was already back on his feet, but he was not chasing her. Instead he stood still with his back to her as the handcuff in his right hand had locked around the railing. And he was padding himself down looking for the key.
Without stopping Amie dived into the lift and hit the button to descend. She almost collapsed against the back wall. The level of excitement, that almost getting caught had caused, had shaken her and she was doing her best to contain a full orgasm from exploding out.
Emily and Mouse watched from the doorway of the shop. Both of them tense and nervous waiting patiently to see if Amie would return.
“Where is she? She’s been far too long. Look it’s been 10 minutes already.” Emily said. Mouse watched her. She knew the signs. She knew well enough that Emily only ever got nervous when someone she liked was involved and smiled to herself.
“Well!” Emily looked down at Mouse, “She isn’t coming back is she?”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Mouse said nudging Emily. Both girls turned and watched as Amie appeared round the corner 100 yards away from them, tearing towards them like a sprinter in full flight. Both their eyebrows rose at the sight.
Their joyful moment was broken as Steve put an arm round each of their shoulders.
“Look at that! She’s coming back.” There was pride in his voice as he said it. ”You do know what this means though, don’t you?” Both girls looked at each other with wide eyed realisation as Dan who had emerged from the shop threw an apron at each of them.
“Here’s your new uniform ladies.” They looked at each other and gulped. ”You had better get those on. A bet is a bet and you lost fair and square.” Dan said enjoying his victory.
Amie had reached the shop and darted inside, now covering herself up again, her face red and gasping for air. ”Quick, where’s my clothes. The customers will be in soon.” Amie shouted at anyone who would listen.
“Whatever are you talking about? It’s only 8am, it’s Sunday. The centre does not open for another two hours yet!!” Dan said smiling back at her. Amie’s mouth dropped and she turned to where Emily was standing with a look of sympathy on her face, but with hint of a smile.
“Don’t feel stupid. Everyone forgets that.” Emily said looking at Mouse.
“Yeah, everyone does. I did.” Mouse smiled back.
The two girls looked at each other and mouthed the words silently.
“One of us.”