And wear something especially sexy tonight."Jen looked at her watch. It was already six. She was a mess, and didn't have time to go home, clean up, an... make it back to the Marriot. She decided to get what she needed at the mall, and clean up there.She entered Victoria's Secret. She was immediately approached by a heavy set, dark haired woman. Her name tag identified her as the manager. She looked like a dyke, and Jen's suspicions were confirmed when the manager caressed her arm and said, "Can I. " Good," Ms. Crow's voice stabbed from the darkness. "Melanie, start feeling her bottom... get your hand under her skirt. Start making love to her, don't make me tell you how. You know how, and I know you do."Melanie followed the instructions, and slid her hand under Ilsa's skirt, caressing her warm bottom, her hand sliding from one side to the other, the small triangle of cotton panty in between."I also know that Miss Peterson likes being watched," the teacher said with a sprinkling of cruelty. It was the time when I thought I should forget about my culture and should explore the world of sex. I was not interested in relationship, so with the advice of friends I decided to go on a blind date. Since, I was a virgin, friends told me to go for an experienced man.Saturday evening I went to the bar and sat at a table. A lot of guys hit up on me but but I was not interested. Finally, it's the introduction of the hero of this story. A pure black man of about 45 years came and sat opposite. My pleated skirt was too short to cover much with me bent over like this, and I could feel it ride up, exposing a good 3 or 4 inches of pale flesh. My panties were surely on show for anyone to see in the light from the interior of the car. He noticed my quick glance around and laughed nastily.“Oh, yes, slut, I’m sure there’re others watching, they can see you kneeling down clear as day. They know what you’re doing, you little whore. Come on, then, use that pretty little mouth of yours on.