Francis headed to the mall with his new gem. He entered near the food court, got a soft drink and sat near two young women on their lunch break. He could tell by their name tags they worked for a department store in the mall. One was tall and slender and wore a black pant suit. She had thick, lucious, wavy, dark brown hair that hung over her shoulders, had dark brown eyes, and tan skin. The other was shorter and had bigger breasts and wider hips. She had reddish blonde hair tied up on her head in a neat full bun. She had green eyes and freckles. She wore a suede, knee lenght skirt, and a blue blouse. Francis concentrated on the tall one: "YOUR PANTIES ARE INFESTED WITH HUNGRY FLEAS!"
The tall girl started to squirm in her seat. "What's wrong?" asked her friend.
"Uh...nothing," the tall one said too embarrassed to do anything in public. She got up to leave and hurried to the mall restrooms nearby.
The shorter one shrugged and continued to eat her soft shell taco.
"YOUR HAIR IS INFESTED WITH LICE!"
The other girl reached up and slyly scratched her head. She grew worried.
"THE LICE ARE ITCHING YOU LIKE CRAZY!"
She grew panicked as she scratched her head with both hands, dislodging several strands of hair in her perfect coif. She also got up and ran for the restroom.
Francis wondered what she'd do in the restroom. He took his soft drink and got up. As he did, he bumbed into a woman carrying a tray full of food. A drink fell over and spilled on the tray. "Watch it, you clumsy kid!" she spat at him.
Francis looked at the woman. He guessed she was in her upper twenties. She wore a pair of black denim jeans and a tight white sweater. She was tall and gorgeous with thick blonde hair tied in a pony tail that hung to between her shoulder blades, had firm B-cup breasts, and a great ass. "IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"I'm sorry," the woman said, "It was my fault."
"DO ANYTHING TO MAKE IT UP TO HIM. DON'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER."
"Can I make it up to you for calling you clumsy?" she asked.
"Nah, don't worry about it," said Francis.
"Please, I'll do anything." she insisted.
"DO ANYTHING HE SAYS."
"Well, if you're really sorry, pull down your jeans, spank your ass hard ten times and say, 'I'm sorry for being a rude bitch' after each smack." Francis wanted to see if the gem granted total control.
The woman blushed deeply. "Right here?" she asked.
"Yes, here and now," said Francis as he folded his arms.
The woman swallowed hard. She put down her tray and unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans. She pulled them down to her thighs and bent over at the waist. She started smacking her thong clad ass and repeating "I'm sorry for being a rude bitch," as everyone in the food court turned to watch her. When she was finished, she was the laughing stock of the food court.
"THIS BOY IS INCREDIBLY SEXY. YOU ARE NOW VERY HORNY FOR HAVING PUBLICLY HUMILIATED YOURSELF. YOU LOVE TO BE HUMILIATED AND DEGRADED. BEG HIM TO COME TO YOUR CAR SO YOU CAN GIVE HIM THE GREATEST BLOWJOB YOU'RE CAPABLE OF GIVING!"
As the woman pulled up her jeans, Francis noticed her breathing increased. She grew more flushed. She smiled at him and whispered in his ear. She took his hand and led him towards the mall entrance.
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