Tanya walked to the mall. The morning was chilly. Her pale yellow summer dress was little more than a shift. Goosebumped, she clutched her bag tightly.
Cars were still parked in their suburban lots. There was dew on the lawns, dew in the little parkettes.
Her stomach growled. She rubbed it. Circular motions. She should have thought to make herself a sandwich before going.
The mall parking lot was an expanse of empty asphalt. A street sweeper machine was going through it, cleaning with a dull roar. Tanya stayed away.
The mall would open at 9am. Tanya settled on a curb to wait, letting the cold creep into her bones.
***
Someone unlocked the mall doors and went inside. Tanya waited and then followed.
Stores were closed, shuttered. A few were opening.
Elderly joggers thundered past her. The old women looked at her hatefully. The old men leered at the flimsy dress glued to her clammy ass, her walnut-hard nipples. The momentum of the herd took them past her, and she was alone again.
She walked to the food court. The men's washroom door opened easily enough. Fortunately, the airconditioning was off or broken. It felt oddly warm inside.
Tanya looked at herself in the mirror. There were bags under her eyes. Her nipples stood out distinctly.
She pulled off the dress overhead, folded it, and put it in her bag. She then pulled out the permanent marker and, leaning forward, wrote "$5" on her forehead. That would be the price of fucking her in the face.
She looked down at her pussy. Her hips were lovely, and so were her pussy lips. Until recently, unfucked. Now, very fucked. Sighing, she scribbled "$10" on her tummy and added a crude arrow point down.
Tanya turned around and looked back at the mirror. There were two dimples on her back right over her bum. She had never noticed them before. They were kinda cute.
Awkwardly, she started scrawling "$15" in black permanent marker right in-between.
The door opened. |