Webslut Madison Ch. 03

Madison wanted one thing above all else, and that was a set of pictures of her, in the main concourse of the mall, in her revealing attire. She walked to the center of the mall, where more people gathered than any other area, and felt the attention of dozens more people as she walked. She was loving it. Finally, she was actually the sluttiest girl in the mall - and she needed pictures to post.

Reaching the center of the mall, she paused, took out her phone, and took two selfies of her outfit, wanting to show the world that she would walk through a mall almost topless. Looking at the pictures, though, she was a little disappointed. She wanted the pictures to be from slightly farther away, to give the viewer a better view of her whole body and of her surroundings. The only way to accomplish that, though, might be to ask someone - a stranger - to take her picture.

"Who could I ask?" Wondered Madison. "Or is there a way to set this on something to take a picture with a timer?" She soon found her answer. She put her phone on an empty table, propped up by a coffee cup someone had left behind. She set the timer and backed away. Madison stood and made a wide smile as the phone took a picture. Instantly, she had retrieved the phone, set another timer, and was in front of the camera again, this time kissing at the camera. She took a third picture, this one of her turned away from the camera, so that her viewers could see her slightly exposed ass cheeks, and then a fourth one, raising her arms high in the air and letting her shirt ride up to the bottom of her bra as she gave a party-girl smile.

Madison was undeniably horny, and she needed more. She set the timer again, but not before unbuttoning her shorts and folding them down to give her viewers a peek at her panties. She really felt like she was on display and her pussy badly needed to be pleasured. She knew the perfect place to do it too - in the fitting room at her next store.

Madison walked quickly to her final store of the afternoon, not even bothering to button her shorts as she walked. The sideways glances and hushed words and wandering eyes she had felt before we're now almost open-mouth stares as she collected more attention than she had previously. Every eye in the mall, it seemed, was watching her; they were watching her hips sway as she walked, they were ogling her pierced navel, they were fixated on her clearly visible bra and her stomach and chest, and they were feeling her unbuttoned shorts and her exposed panties.

Madison walked, desperate for the sensation of a hand on her body, and she started to caress her exposed skin with her free hand. She lightly stroked her stomach, her sides, and her hips and that area a more modest girl would have covered by buttoning her shorts. The slightest touch was turning her once moist pussy into a dripping, swampy pile of slut. Desperate, Madison inserted her phone inside the top of her shorts, just to feel the sensation of something - anything - on her body as she walked.

Madison finally made it to the last store. She thought she might have some time to quickly browse for something revealing, and then make her way to the fitting room where she was seriously considering masturbating to orgasm, but she was interrupted at the entrance by an employee. "Hi there, how are you?" She said. It was a girl, about Madison's age, wearing a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt tied so that about an inch of her stomach was out. Some girls would consider that daring, but she was much more modestly dressed than Madison.

"Good, how are you?" Said Madison.

"I'm good, thanks. Is there anything you are looking for in particular today?" Said the employee.

"Well," said Madison, unsure of what to say. She thought about telling her that she was just browsing, but she was desperate to find something so she could get into the fitting room as soon as she could. "I'm looking for an outfit...like a top to go out in, like, to a club. Something sexy." She was a little embarrassed, especially considering her outfit, but she anxiously awaited the response.

"Ok, sexy as in, what you have on now? Do you want to show some skin? Or you mean sexy like, tight, classy, but covered?"

"I, I want to show skin," Madison said, stammering from excitement. "A lot of skin actually." Madison loved hearing herself say those words, and admit them to a living, breathing human standing before her. She almost didn't say those words but she loved forcing herself to admit out loud what she was looking for.

"Ok, sure, come with me," said the employee. She quickly picked out two tops and a skirt for Madison, and showed her to the fitting room. "If you need anything, a different size or something a little different, just let me know, OK?" Madison nodded and went inside.

Madison, horny as ever, took off her shorts and her lace top and put them aside. She started by trying on the first top handed to her by the store employee. This one was a strappy, tiny black crop top similar to the one she had tried on to begin the day, but with a much lower neckline. Its neckline followed the contour of her bra, exposing her chest and cleavage for all. It was cut so low that you could clearly see the entire gap between Madison's breasts, and it was cut down near the bottoms of the breasts in roughly a V-shaped pattern. In actuality, it was more of a U-neck that was designed to expose cleavage.

It was cropped no more than three inches below the bottom of the neckline, maybe more like two inches considering how it contoured in toward her body at the base of her tits. Two straps extended below the main fabric of the top, beginning at either side, crossing Madison's midriff and encircling her body before tying together in the back. The beck straps joined the top at the base of the shoulder and at mid-back, and there were two straps across her chest in the shape of a T; one met the top between her tits and rose up to mid-neck where it was joined by the other strap that went from the point where the shoulder strap connected to the body of the top on the left side to an identical point on the right side. Madison looked in the mirror, and she liked what she saw.

She decided to try on the skirt next. It was a black skirt, leather or maybe faux leather, and short, with a hem about an inch below her navel and the other hem just under her ass cheeks. There was a slit right in the front of the skirt, so high that her panties were easily visible when she sat down and could almost be seen when she was standing up and walking. It was so high, in fact, that Madison decided she needed to adjust the skirt down an inch or so, as much of an exposure slut as she was. She quickly snapped a couple more pictures, and decided to keep the skirt and to try on the next top.

The top she put on next was similar to one of the first ones she had tried on that day, with one difference - it was even skimpier. It was also black, and it didn't cover much except for Madison's bra. It had straps over the shoulders, and the main fabric of the top began at the top of her bra and ended about an inch or two below the undersides of her breasts. On each side, a normal spaghetti strap went over Madison's shoulder, and there was another strap on each side that ran from directly in between her tits to meet the spaghetti strap at the top of her shoulders.

In the back there was less fabric - the top had a band about three inches wide covering her bra strap, and straps that crisscrossed to make two "x" shapes on her upper back, one above the other, and straps that boxed them in which were continuations of the spaghetti straps from the front.

Madison eyed herself in the mirror again. Her whole stomach was completely exposed, her whole chest except what was covered by her skimpy top, and her back aside from a thin strip of fabric covering her bra. "This is the one," she whispered to herself. "This is the one this slut is going to really show off in and wear home."

Madison, more than anything, wanted to get more pictures of herself in the main areas of the mall in her slutty outfit. She opened the door to the fitting room and walked out, wearing her new clothes. Madison walked up to the checkout counter and waited for the employee, the same girl from a few minutes before.

"Are you all set?" Said the girl.

"Yes, actually, but these are so great, I want to wear them home. Can you ring me up with them on?" She asked.

"Sure, just let me come around and scan the barcodes," said the girl. She walked around the counter and reached for the tag hanging from the left side of Madison's top, brushing her exposed side as she did so. The sensation immediately sent a wave of pleasure down her side and straight to her pussy as she felt the girl's hand on her midsection.

The employee then lifted up Madison's skirt a little to get to the barcode, kneeling down and dragging the barcode scanner across the counter to scan it. She brushed Madison's leg, sending another wave of excitement to her pussy and making her twitch. She needed to be degraded now, and she whispered as quietly as possible, "Yes, feel up my slutty body!"

"What?" Said the store employee. Apparently Madison was louder than she had intended to be.

"Oh, nothing, not - no, nothing," stammered Madison.

She felt the girl's eyes directly on her midsection, taking in the view, letting her eyes linger for several seconds as she worked. Madison liked it, too. She liked being made to stand there and let this girl ogle her. She just wasn't sure if the attention was due to some sore of attraction or if it was one of those dirty looks that girls give to attractive girls that show some skin.

"Oh," said the employee, laughing a little. "You probably don't want to know what I thought you said," she continued, walking around to the other side of the counter.

"Why, what did you think I said?" Said Madison, half hoping that the employee heard something innocent, and half hoping she heard her word for word.

"Something about your slutty body," the employee continued, giggling, as Madison swiped her credit card after seeing the total on the screen.

"Oh?" Said Madison. "You don't think this looks too slutty, right?" She asked. She didn't know what sort of answer she wanted. Part of her wanted to hear that she looked like a slut, and to feel the humiliation of knowing exactly how other people looked at her, but part of her hoped the employee would spare her the embarrassment.

"No, I don't think so," said the employee. "You look cute! Sexy! It's still warm out, you need to keep cool, right?" The employee didn't want to divulge her the thoughts apparently. Madison was more exposed now than anybody else in the mall. She looked like a huge slut and both girls knew it, but the employee wouldn't say it to her face.

"Are you sure?" Said Madison. "My whole stomach is out!" She wanted to feel the girl's eyes on her stomach again, and her eyes went right back to Madison's midsection at the mention of it.

"That outfit looks amazing on you. You look really sexy, actually, like, don't take this the wrong way, but you look hot. I'm completely straight, but wow. I would do you," she said, adding emphasis on the I. She blushed bright red, embarrassed at herself, before walking around the counter again, about to go back to folding clothes in the store, but Madison stopped her.

If this girl was serious, Madison wanted it too. She was attractive and she was a little flirty and she seemed to enjoy Madison's outfit. She couldn't stop looking at the bare skin Madison had on display, and Madison knew she had one chance, and she knew she would probably never see the girl again if she messed it up.

Madison was too turned on to stop herself. She raised her eyebrows and smiled at the employee, moving closer. "Well?" She said. Extending her arm, she moved her hand close enough to touch the girl. Getting a signal that her approach would not be rejected, Madison placed her hand squarely on the inch gap between the girl's jeans and her top and looked her in the eye, smiling, as she leaned in for a kiss.

Their lips locked. Madison felt a drop of moisture roll down her leg as the girl returned her embrace, her hands caressing the bare skin of Madison's midriff, one of her biggest erogenous zones. Tongue met tongue as the girls shared a passionate, deep kiss for several seconds, and then their embrace grew tighter as the girls continued to taste each other's lips. Madison's hand slid around the girls body and her fingers had made their way into her jeans, and she could feel the string of her panties as her fingers made their way to the girl's backside.

Madison had her tongue in the girl's mouth and began to suck and nibble on her lower lip, sending sensations throughout the girls body, and she responded by tightening her grip on Madison's hips and midsection, much to Madison's pleasure. She sucked on the girl's lips even harder, causing her to sink the nails of her thumbs into Madison's waiting stomach. Madison went crazy. The employee let out a soft moan, to which Madison responded by letting out a clearly audible moan. Tongues were swirling and neither girl wanted it to end, but the employee was afraid someone was watching.

They broke the kiss after a long minute. Their noses remained as if held together by superglue as the girls looked sensually into one another's eyes, smiling as if they had never shared this kind of passion with anyone before. Madison reached her hand up to flip around the girl's employee card hanging from her neck. "Hannah," said Madison, you are a damn good kisser." she said flirtatiously, raising her eyebrows and smiling. "It's too bad you're straight."

"You too, um..."

"Madison."

"Madison, that was...incredible." The girls locked lips again for about two seconds before Hannah broke the kiss. "Wow," she said, stunned. "Wow, that was hot, but ummm...I can't do this here, my boss will kill me if she catches me making out on the job."

"That's a shame," said Madison. Oh, and by the way, I did mention my slutty body, I hope you liked it," she said with a wink.

"Wow, yes!" Said Hannah. She noticed Madison about to leave and stopped her. "Listen, if you want to hang out for a little bit, I have a half hour lunch break in an hour, if you're still around."

"I'll be back," said Madison. "Oh, and here. Wear this," she said, opening her bag and tossing Hannah the skimpy tie-front top she had bought earlier. "I like girls that show off a little. And you've seen mine so now it's only fair if I see yours.".

"But it's so..." Said Hannah, searching for a descriptive word.

"Slutty?" Said Madison.

"Yeah."

"Exactly," Madison said, winking at Hannah. She walked away having few plans for the next hour, but knew she would be back.

Madison left the store, trying to remember what she had planned next, before sharing a passionate lesbian kiss with a random store employee made her completely lose sight of what she wanted to do. She wanted to calm down, but she didn't want to at the same time. Calming down led to her making rational decisions. When her legs were shaking from excitement, there was no telling what she might do - she might do something crazy for the thrill and for the added pleasure and the all time best orgasm that she was sure was waiting on the other side.

Madison knew she had to act quickly. She walked through the mall, still turned on from her kiss, but that sensation was fading and a new one was taking its place. She noticed eyes on her body again and she was loving the attention. She needed pictures and she needed them now - and she was going to ask a stranger to take them.

It didn't matter who. She just found the first solo mall patron she could find that seemed intrigued by her body. It was a man, probably in his forties, and Madison knew the guy liked what he saw. As she approached him his eyes were all over her stomach, her legs, her chest, her stomach again. He couldn't tear his eyes away and she was about to give him exactly what he wanted - a reason to stare at her and not look away.

"Hi, um, excuse me," she said. "Could you do me a little favor?" She had his full attention standing next to him, and he did not respond, but rather, waited to hear what she might ask. "I want to send my friend a few pictures and see what she thinks of this outfit, would you mind taking some for me?"

"Sure thing," he responded, taking her phone. She walked backward to the railing looking over the lower level of the mall, put a hand behind her head, bent one knee out, and puffed out her chest, stretching out her stomach and causing more skin to come out into view. The guy was salivating without even noticing as he took the first picture.

She leaned backward over the railing, stretching her stomach out as much as she could, and he took another picture. She turned around and leaned on the railing, sticking out her ass and showing just the tiny strip of fabric and the cagy straps that comprised the back of her top. She hoped the guy was getting a good look, and she hoped he was calling her a slut in his mind.

There wasn't much that turned Madison on more than being called dirty names - slut, whore, tramp - and hopefully with a few adjectives - nasty, filthy, dirty, or even worthless - thrown in for added effect. Calling her a worthless whore to her face would probably be the best way to get her to suck your cock, but she had only ever met two people who seemed to understand that. Yet here she was, because of the eroticism of being humiliated and degraded, hoping that a guy old enough to be her dad was saying these things about her in his mind.

She continued to pose, grabbing her breasts through her top in one picture and sitting down on a bench for another. In that one, her panties could be seen up the slit of her skirt, right at her pussy, even though her legs were closed. All of the pictures did what she wanted, which was to show her eventual viewers that she was really an exposed slut wearing this outfit out in a public place with hundreds of people. There were a couple dozen people in the background in her pictures.

Madison took her phone back, said thank you, and kissed the guy on the cheek, and he walked away, probably just happy he got to stare at a hot, slutty-looking college girl for a few minutes. Madison, still sitting on her bench, began to rub her sides and then reached up her skirt and touched her pussy gently as she looked at the pictures before she realized what she was doing.

"OK, one more thing," thought Madison. "I want to take a group picture or a picture with a couple people, because all those girls online seem to do that, and then I can upload these and be just like them. No - be one of them." She was excited at the prospect of finally fulfilling her wish of being posted on a porn site and having her pictures spread around for everyone to look at.

Sure, she had some pictures up now, but these were better. Better outfits and much better location. Her viewers would know she actually went out and showed off her body when these were taken, and she wanted them to know she really was a slut and she really did go out to the mall and she really enjoyed everyone looking at her body - and if today was any indication, she might have to start dressing like a half naked slut every day, at least as long as the attention made her this horny.

Madison rose and began to walk through the mall, again watching for eyes on her body as she walked. Her pussy was a horny, desperate mess and her panties were soaked by now, and every time she caught someone looking it just added to her arousal. She wanted the attention more than anything in the world. She needed to be looked at, and she needed the guys to look at her and want to ram their cocks into her filthy holes and she needed the girls to give her disgusted looks and wonder why in the world she would choose to wear such a revealing outfit. She needed them all to call her a slut, and point at her and tell their friends to look at the girl wearing less than half a shirt and a sad excuse for a skirt walking through the mall.