“So which one are you after?”The look on his face was priceless. “‘Scuse me?”“We’re at a bar on a Friday night. We all know why we’re ...ere,” I said with a glance back to the girls. “You met them first, and I like them both, but you have dibs. Assuming the one you like, likes you.” I winked at the girls. “So tell me now because I’m going to dance with the other one.”Mike looked from me to the girls and back to me. “I ... Uh.”“Screw it. You can decide while we dance.” I grabbed one hand of each. When I arrive, I go up to our room, knowing that you are in the bar waiting for me. I think that I will probably have a couple of bags with me, one with all my outfits, underwear and shoes in, and another one that just has my stuff in. The first thing that I would do, would be to have a look round and unpack my bags. I would take out the six inch platform stilettos and the thigh boots. The pink thigh boots that go with one outfit and the white ones that go with another. I would take out my pvc. I went dress shopping with my friend Becky. Then lingerie shopping. She wasn't a virgin and was very much planning to sleep with her boyfriend after prom. She helped me pick out a tan and black lace bra that would work with my dress and a matching thong. The nylon fabric was soft, the lace sexier than anything I had in my underwear drawer. What was the big deal. It was just sex. He was hot, an amazing kisser when his hands weren't groping all over me. Plus, he seemed to care about me. He said. Since a lone teen girl standing around looking lost would probablyattract some attention, I walked quickly away from the bus terminal andheaded for a decent sized mall called The Gallery on the opposite cornerof the street. Since it was now just after noon it would be probablypretty well filled and hopefully provide me with a means of blendinginto the crowd so I didn't stand out so much. At least I hoped thatwould be the case.My worries eased a little as I stepped through the entryway and I.