A date! Carter thought. I'd been awhile since they went on a date together. He had meticulously arranged every detail for his amazing girlfriend. They went to her favorite mall (which so amazed her when they first came), were going to watch a movie, go for a nice dinner in an expensive restaurant and hopefully, if all went according to plan, have sex in their room at the end of the night.

Yep, Carter thought. This plan was absolutely perfect. Nothing could go wrong.

There was one thing niggling at him though, which was Zia's new friend...

A cool blast of air blew onto two statuesque figures as they stepped into a mall, blowing over their toned midriffs, startlingly attractive faces, thick shapely legs and generally over every patch of their flawless exposed skin. There was quite a lot of it.

Zia and Drew strode, hips swaying and tight jacket bound tits jiggling confidently into the mall like they owned it. Heads turned as they walked. Their clothes were eye-poppingly revealing. Both of them were dressed alike, in tight red-and-white varsity jackets of their football team and extremely short pleated skirts that threatened to give any male above 65 a heart attack as the hemline bobbed up and down their gluteal fold.

And their breasts! Every woman who saw them felt their own inferior chests tingle with emptiness, every man who beheld them felt their fingers itch. They were big, jutting protrusions that danced and swayed beautifully from side to side as they walked. They walked with light steps, bouncing on their thick sneakers with all the youthful perkiness of two girls in their prime teenage years.

A man walked into a pillar watching them strut past. They had long legs, Carter had to hurry to follow them. They walked with the sultry, confident air of girls who knew every guy in the room would want to fuck then but it was up to them to choose who did.

"Could you slow down a little, please?" Carter panted.

"Oh honey, you couldn't keep up with Zia even if she slowed down," Drew said.

Zia suppressed a smirk. "Oh shove it, Drew. Not here."

"Let's get something to eat. I'm famished," Drew said, taking Zia's hand and pulling her into a burrito store.

This mall was the biggest one in the area. It was located in the upscale part of town, and hosted a lot of designer brands and Michelin restaurants and artisan stores. Carter was a little worried the glitz and glamor was drawing Zia like a moth to a light. He couldn't afford most of the things here if he worked for a month!

The cashier was an ordinary high school kid, ance dotting his face as he worked a part time job like millions of other lower class American kids like him. In America, and especially in this area, socioeconomic status had a racial element, and this cashier was a dark skinned African.

"Good afternoon, how may I-" His jaw dropped as he saw the glass doors burst open and two tall silhouettes standing there.

Their voluptuous bodies had a way of standing which they naturally settled into; hips cocked to either side to accentuate their hips and butts, their wasp like waists twisted, and their huge bubbly chest thrust out.

The cashier's vision adjusted to the light. Equally beautiful and voluptuous, although Zia was slightly bustier, they would look like sisters, except for how they were beautiful in each of their own races' way.

Zia had rich warm chocolately skin and high, elegant cheekbones which complimented her piercing, slender amber eyes. She was an exotic beauty from the desert, and you could almost see her beautiful buttocks nestled into the humps of a camel, roaming the rolling dunes of sand as a beautiful nomad under a starry sky.

Drew was pale, her oval face and big eyes equally cute and hot, framed by long, perfectly groomed locks of shiny dark hair. She was all fashionable and styled. Her looks had a glitzy, glamorous vibe such that she looked like she belonged to a top tier K-Pop group, dancing in stylish clothes on a stage in front of millions of fans.

Each was the ravishing epitome of their race's femininity and allure, but despite their international beauty, they were decked out in pure Americana. College varsity jackets, sneakers short skirts, all the staples of the American teenager. They might as well have been wearing American flag bikinis. In some strange way it was like the hottest women of their countries were wrapped up and shipped here in red, white and blue wrapping.

Opposite each other with a hand on hips cocked arrogantly outwards, they were exemplars of extra-racial beauty, a perfect pair of international babes.

He started to sweat. His pubescent fantasies began to walk towards him, hands casually in pockets. His training didn't prepare him for this!

The cashier struggled to stop his eyes from dropping to their swaying chests. "May I help you gir-ladi-ma'am?"

It was one of those organic, "healthy" stores that served normal dishes with whatever seasonal (and very expensive) superfood was in vogue crammed into the ingredients list. And for it they marked up the price by thirty percent.

"Two extra large bean burritos," Zia said. Drew raised up three fingers. "Make that three."

The cashier stared, face glistening. "D-do you want any e-e-extra topping-" he squeaked in a voice that had recently broken but was being kicked back to childhood under the smoldering gaze of these two babes.

"Everything," Drew snapped.

The cashier scrambled to make the order. Spreading on the pita, ladling dollops of ingredients on it and wrapping it up. He presented the wrapped burritos to them on a tray.

"That would be a twenty one fifty," he said with a big, glistening face.

"Are you sure about that?" Drew said, clasping her hands in front of her skirt and squeezing her voluptuous tits together. A little jump made them jiggle up and down in the tight cotton jacket.

"Uh, I - I," he started to mumble.

"I think they're free for just the two of us," Drew said. She pulled down the zipper of jacket and flashed her big fat tits and to the cashier.

She wasn't wearing a bra underneath her jacket!

The cashier's mind short circuited. He froze there and gibbered at the most luscious, soft and gigantic pair of tits he'd ever seen. The girls took their food and walked away, the cashier ran into the bathroom. A second later, the sound of his pants hitting the floor could be heard, then a lot of slapping noises.

What was that?! Carter thought as he chased after them. She just... She just...

The sight of her from the back was burned into his mind. Her sleek waist and huge breasts so large they could be seen from behind... Her hands as she pulled her jacket for a second and quickly closed it back.

Drew was too slutty! And why was Zia always hanging out with her? Before she joined the cheerleading squad, Zia couldn't have spent more than five minutes in a room with Drew. Now she was bringing them on their dates!

Zia laughed. "Boys. Just too easy!" she chortled, taking a bite out of her burrito.

"Of course. We turn them on sooo much," Drew drawled, taking a bite out of hers. They devoured their burritos with the carefree abandon of those women who knew everything they ate went to their tits and ass. While other women had to stress over their weight and nibble carrots for lunch, they pretty much ate like pigs and knew they were all the hotter for it.

"Ooo, let's go here," Zia said, grabbing Drew's hand and dragging her into another shop.

The girls burst into an upscale jewelry place, all decked out in velvet drapes and leather upholstery. From the roof hung a golden chandelier. A dignified Japanese man in a suit stood behind a long glass display case, carefully handling pieces of glittering jewelry on velvet lined box with gloved hands.

Drew ignored him. She picked up a diamond necklace. "Ooo, this is shiny!"

"Do you think it'll look good on us?" Zia said.

The gentleman smiled woozily. These two stunningly attractive, interracial pair just swaggered into his shop like a daydream. He cleared his throat. "Would you ladies like to see -"

"We'll take these," the girls said, lifting up several very expensive pieces of diamond jewelry. Among them were each a necklace with an obscenely large diamond set in a ring of platinum.

The gentleman balked. "That'll be, uh, thirty thousand -"

"Really?" Zia said casually. With the flexibility only cheerleaders have, she raised her long, shapely leg and planted her foot down on the glass case as high as her waist.

"Perhaps, twenty -" he gulped as his eyes watched Zia's hand lightly slid from her ankle all the way up to her knee then slowly down to her thigh, where her extremely short skirt was revealing a lot.

Zia put her foot back down and turned half right. With a little "oops" face, she leaned forward and squatted over. One hand slid up her waist and hooked a finger on a pair of lacy red panties so thin they were almost see through. She pulled the elastic and let it slap back. The fleshy sound made the gentleman's crotch very uncomfortable.

"How about I give you this, and you give all this?" she said. She didn't have to wait for the gentleman to say yes. She wiggled her bottom and slid one side of her panties down to her knee, stretching the panties into a thin string. Then she slid the other down to her ankle. She pulled both down to the soles of her feet and with a little bounce on the balls of her feet jumped out of her panties and stood up, wearing nothing under her skirt.

She waved it tantalizingly on her index finger. The gentleman, slacked jawed, watched the insignificant piece of fabric dangle in front of them as they pocketed the jewelry.

"Thank you," Zia said, grabbing his tie and yanking him forward. She shoved her panties deep into his mouth. The gentleman yelled something through it, Zia didn't bother to understand what it was. As she left, she only heard the clicking of his leather shoes as he rushed to the back room to jerk off.

Drew laughed. "You slut. Walking around without your underwear!"

"Hey, you're complaining?" Zia said, lifting up the fistfuls of jewelry.

"Zia, you can't do that!" Carter moaned. "That's... Very, very inappropriate!"

Drew sniggered. "Oh honey, you wouldn't know wrong if it sat on your face."

Zia snickered. Drew lightly slapped the enormous swell of Zia's firm, perfectly sculpted and now bare under the skirt ass.

"Come on, let's go get you some new ones," Drew said.

They found an expensive lingerie place. The display window had many physiologically improbable female mannequins donning skimpy pieces of underwear, but even the mannequins were shapeless compared to Zia and Drew. They went into the shop and ooo'ed.

"So pretty!" they chorused.

The interior was dark and sensuous; a few dim lights glowed softly. Long racks upon racks of designer underwear were lovingly stretched out on display. There were larger ones that would hug the curve of their buttocks with lacy fabric, ones so thin they practically disappeared into their butt crack. Then there was their favorite, slutty high cut thongs that hung on the swell of their hips then swooped down seductively to accentuate the natural V of their crotches. They rode so far up their asses it was touching their buttholes, and they loved it that way.

"Look at all this sexy underwear," Drew breathed. Their eyes shone. It was heaven for them. They were already imagining themselves in all of them, down from the elaborately patterned panties to the skimpy thongs.

A young Mexican man was standing bored behind a counter. He didn't look far out of college. When he saw his two new customers his heart started to beat very fast and he smiled. This was who he dreamed of serving when he started work here! Not old grandmothers who thought that at seventy it was a good idea to show skin, or bitchy old women in their late forties trying to get their husband to screw them. But these two living, jiggling goddesses.

He had to loosen his collar. He had to admit, it was a really big step up from forty year old hippos of three kids trying to squeeze into a size six dress and complaining they were clearly made wrongly. He was hoping work his way up. Maybe handle a portly young woman, then an attractive career lady, and so on.

He had gotten this job because he had an encyclopedic knowledge of bust, waist and hip sizes. He cast an expert eye over their figures. Although their waists would fit a size six dress, their cup size was monstrous. Their difference in bust to underbust (which was the far more accurate system for calculating the sumptuousness of breasts, the traditional circumference of bust made fatties think they were hot shit because of their fat flabby bosoms) was, he estimated quite accurately, 14 inches, which would put them in the legendary L cup. Their hips, easily size 9 panties, although a size 7 might squeeze wonderfully on them.

Two kinds of people came in here. Rich old farts trying to buy something new for their wife to fuck in. Or women buying clothing to please a man. He could only imagine the insanely lucky men who these girls were shopping for lingerie for. Just their bodies alone were incredible, but now they were buying their own underwear? It was like having your presents wrap themselves up before giving themselves to you.

He wrung his hands excitedly. He would never get more perfect specimens to work on. He straightened his sleeves, cleared his throat and settled into the smooth, knowledgeable voice of an expert.

"Good afternoon, how may I help the ladies?" He was slightly caught off guard when the dusky one walked straight past him towards the doors. He thought she was going to leave, until she heard the lock click and the curtains draw shut. The girl spun back and stood beside her friend. His collar suddenly felt a lot tighter.

"We want underwear. Lots," Zia said.

He lifted up a measuring tape. "May I take the ladies' sizes?"

"Look at this Drew, this boy wants to take out sizes," Zia said, lazily raising her arms above her head and placing her hands on the other arm's elbows. She cocked her hips to one side. "I get the feeling he wants to do much more than that to us."

"Very much so," Drew said, mirroring Zia's actions. Through many hours of hard, sweaty training with each other, their bodies were well synced, and the sexy pose they were deliberately striking were like opposite mirrors of each other, making them look even more alluring than the sum of their voluptuous beauty.

A smile tugged at the corner of Zia's mouth as she saw the bulge in the salesman's pants. Look at these horny little shits, she thought. I have so much power over them. They'd beg and lick my shoes if they thought it'd get them laid.

The salesman was shaking slightly at this point. "Well? Aren't you going to take our measurements?" The salesman jerked forward underneath the gazes of the two women. His eyes trembled as he saw her skirt was so low her hipbones were exposed. He slowly, delicately held up the tape and expertly wrapped it around the Zia's hips, as if handling delicate china.

He sighed in wonder at the beautiful way the tape sank into her flesh as he pulled it tight. The tip of his fingers lightly brushed the smooth, flawless skin. His eyes bulged when he read the number.

"Jesus," he exclaimed, very unprofessionally. Then he controlled himself. "The lady has the most incredible waist I've ever seen."

"I know," Zia said indifferently. "But take it lower. My butt is really big because I work it hard every day."

The salesman licked his lips as Zia turned around. Her skirt swished around her buttcheeks. "Of course."

He got onto his knees and brought his face really close to Zia's perky ass. He wasn't usually like this, but this girl was driving him wild. It was the how hot she was, or the way she behaved, or something about her that was not necessarily emboldening him, but all he could think about was getting closer to her. "The change of circumference from your buttocks to your hips is incredibly steep. If you were to wear panties for the size here, it would be very loose on your hips."

"That's a shame. Because I usually wear my panties really high. So high you can see them above my pants."

"I do not see them now."

"That's because I am not wearing any."

The salesman choked. "I-is that so?" After recovering from his coughing fit, he boldly moved an inch closer. His nose was just an inch away from her skirt. He took a deep breath.

Oh gods she smells so good, he thought. Like spices and rich perfume.

"I'll... I'll take your measurement now," he declared, raising the tape up in shaking hands and stretching them wide to encircle her hips. He was shocked when Zia suddenly swung her hips, striking his wrists with her hip bones and swaying her big juicy ass in front of him.

"Hmm? I rather get the feeling you'd do something else, black boy," Zia said calmly, waving her derriere in his face. His eyes swung around to follow. The way the cheeks seemed to lag an instant at the apex of each swing, stretching out lovingly before snapping back, made him drool.

"Smelling it, are we? How about your take good close whiff?" she said, reaching her hands behind to grab his head. She slammed his face into her big, beautiful butt.

His dick instantly exploded in his pants.

"Enjoying yourself, pervert?" she crooned, grinding her backside into his face with slow, sensuous twists of her toned thin waist. The salesman groaned, pushing his face into the goddess's ass. It was heaven. He could feel the butt cheeks warming his face, infinitely soft yet shapely. There was some unmistakable, potent smell coming from her he couldn't get enough off.

Zia abruptly pushed him away and turned around, leaving him slack jawed and dazed. Cum seeped through his slacks and was dripping onto the nice clean floor.

"What a perverted salesman," she said. "I'll take, hmm, all your stock that'll fit. Some smaller. Nothing wrong with some nice tight panties."

"Zia, why do you need so much underwear?" Carter exclaimed. "There must be hundreds in here!"

"Hmm, oh, don't you know, honey?" Drew said. "Your girlfriend sells them. They can fetch up to eight thousand a pair."

Carter choked and the salesman froze. He remembered something one of his friends told him. About two girls at Goode, whose panties were fetching ridiculous prices on the underground market. He refused to believe him, but his friend insisted the girls were such sexpots it was totally worth it. Could it be them? he thought.

It was definitely them.

"Z-Zia?" Carter said. She nodded casually. "Oh, I do. I buy a cheap pair of ten dollar panties, wear 'em for a day and sell em for a thousand. The ones I make sweaty are worth twice that, and those I wear when I do cheerleading for a big game are worth four times that. My ass is practically shitting liquid gold."

Well, that and all the panties Brad keeps tearing off me... she thought.

"W-what?!" the salesman moaned. Zia tilted her head to one size, alluring amber eyes fluttering as she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Boys go absolutely mad for them. It's something about the smell. Pheromones, I think."

"Same for me. We want all this to supply our little back business," Drew said, gesturing to the racks and racks of panties. She slung an arm over Zia. "We're making bank just by being ridiculously hot."

"How about these?" Zia said, picking a thin pair of pink panties off a rack. She lifted up one sensuous leg and slid it up. The hole was stretched into a thin over the gentle thick curve of her straining thigh muscle, she slid it all the way up to her hip. She lifted her other leg and slid it up too.

"How's this?" Zia said. Drew pulled up her skirt. "Very nice."

"I'll take it. And the rest."

"Ladies, I can't just let you take all the merchandise!"

The girls looked coldly at him and he got the feeling they weren't the kind who got refused a lot.

"Really?" Zia said, pulling up the strings of her panties really tight and letting it snap back onto her soft hips.

"I don't think so," Drew said, pulling up the elastic of her panties and letting it snap back onto her hips too. Drew swaggered over to the salesman and kicked him against a wall. He sat there, propped against the wall, so dazed he didn't react until Drew shoved her ass in his face.

"I think you're going to pack all the panties into pretty little boxes and let us walk out of here with it," Drew said nastily as she ran the thick steamy crevasse of her butt up and down the unfortunate salesman's face.

The salesman moaned something into her ass. She grinned and patted his head. "Thanks, sweetie. There's nothing a girl loves more than a sweet guy who gives her stuff."

The girls stood in front of the cashier with their arms crossed, waiting expectantly as the salesman scrambled back and froth to load many pieces of lovely panties into cute little cardboard boxes. They left the shop carrying nothing in their arms, Carter followed in tow, weighed down by a dozen bags that had boxes piled all the way to the top.

"We've got a movie next, right?"

"Yep."

They headed up to the theater upstairs. A long queue snaked out from the ticket counter.

"Ugh, we're gonna have to wait here for half an hour," Drew snorted. "It's going to be so boring."

Zia's eyes brightened when he saw some guys moving through the crowd. "Oh, I don't think so. I found something for us to do while waiting." She beckoned the guys over with a finger slender finger.

The leader of the group's eyes popped as they saw the skimpily dressed Zia call them over. They whole group slowly made their way over, until the three of them were surrounded by a tall wall of guys. They were large, broad shouldered jocks from the football team, wearing jeans and tight t shirts that failed to conceal their rippling muscles.

"Hey, whatcha girls doing?" one blue eyed one said.

"Nothing much," Drew said, shrugging her shoulders. "Just getting a bite. Then buying some new panties." A smile tugged at the guys' lips at the sultry hint of the last sentence.

"Where'd you get those jackets? The Alpha frat doesn't let in girls."

"We spend a lot of time at the frat house. We're sort of like, honorary members. You guys are new members, right? I remember seeing you around there," Zia said. The guys' little smirks split into full blown grins. They all knew what it meant when girls spent time in the Alpha frat house. Carter was very uncomfortable with the way the leering men took a step closer.

Drew and Zia happily stood there with their chests out and their legs bare under the suggestive gaze of the half dozen guys. They knew they were being sized up and visually felt up. They knew right now the guys were thinking of doing unspeakable things to them.

"You're right, we're new members," one of them said. Now it was Drew and Zia's turn to smirk. The Alpha frat had very high standards for who could join. They already liked what they saw, with their handsome faces and strong arms.

Zia and Drew grabbed the arms of two of the guys. "You know, we just bought some new panties," Drew said, pressing her tits up against the thick veiny arm of the jock.

"We'd sure love to hear what you think of them," Zia said, squishing her silky bosom into the arm she was holding.

"We're really busy, but for you pretty girls, we'll do it," they said. Zia and Drew giggled as they let themselves be whisked away. Zia waved at Carter. "Bye sweetie. Get our tickets for us, would you?"

Carter watched, jaw open, as his insanely hot girlfriend and her best friend strutted away, their thick hips swaying under their short skirts into the distance.

The girls were led by the guys into the male bathroom. Two of them kicked down the stall doors to see if anyone was inside, another checked that the hallway was clear and locked the door shut.

"New underwear, huh? Why don't you show us and we'll tell you what we think," one of them said. The rest laughed, but the girls actually did it. They lifted up their skirts and wiggled their hips a little.

"Not too plain, is it?" Zia asked.

The jocks hooted. Under their skirt was an amazing sight. Their butts were so well developed it swelled out and could be seen from the front. Two tiny pieces of fabric were stretched over this expanse, culminating in a slightly larger piece of fabric. The skimpy pieces were toeing the line on whether they were clothed or walking with bare bottoms, it was probably two milimeters from being technically nude. It hugged their fat pussy lips, just very nearly concealing them, expertly and precisely covering just their vaginas and not a milimeter more.

The pressure in the jocks crotches was too much. One by one they undid their flies and six thick white cocks flung out, slapping against their thighs. Drew licked her lips.

"Now that's a beautiful sight!"

Zia nodded. "I can't wait to get my lips around those fat cocks!"

The girls dropped to their knees in unison as the jocks surrounded them.

"Don't worry boys," Zia said, her hands shooting out like a snake and grabbing two girthy, floppy schlongs.

"We'll suck you drier than a Saharan desert," Drew purred, reaching you grab two thick white dicks of her own.

"Fuck, look at those lips! They could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!"

They kissed the two fat tips in their hands. They opened their mouths wide, letting their long pink tongues dangle and the third man shoved his cock into their mouth.

"Uuunnnnfff," one groaned. He put one hand on Zia's head and carelessly slammed down until her pretty face was smashed up against his stinking crotch. "You cunts barely fucking know us and you're already sucking our cocks."

They looked up at the fat cocked studs in their eyes as they bobbed their heads up and down the thick shafts. Lips, once full and kissable, were stretched into a thin ring around the slimy veiny girths of the studs. The two lucky dudes groaned as their hot sensitive dicks were lovingly sucked into a slippery warm heaven, vacuumed down the long worshipful throats of these two expert cock suckers.

"Fuck you're amazing at this," another said as his ten inch cock, which would've turned most girls into a gagging, teary eyed mess, was skillfully gobbled up like an extra large treat by Zia.

Long fingers jerked their big fat shafts with quick, rapid strokes." And this bitch is jerking me off better than I can!"

"Nothing like a public bathroom blowjob," one said. Under the skillful minstrations of their mouths, the guys with the girls latched onto their dicks like leeches quickly blew.

"Unngh," they groaned in sheer pleasure as fat, slimy ropes of yellowish cum filled their mouths. Their pretty cheeks swelled like a squirrel's, but like the pros they were their heads kept sliding up and down the cocks until every last drop was sucked out. Then with one thick gulp they swallowed their bounty.

They pulled out with a noisy sucking wound and latched onto the next man. With the same tireless, passionate blowjob they coaxed their fat cocks into giving them their load of cum. The jocks happily gave up the cum from their balls to the pretty ladies with pleasured sighs, filling their throats to the brim with a single orgasm.

"Ahhhhh," the last jocks groaned as the blew their loads. The last of them pulled out, leaving the six men with fat, softened cocks dangling in the air. The girls fell onto their backsides in exhaustion, panting heavily as their bellies swelled with the inhuman loads they'd just made the boys give.

"Fuck, that was great," they said, zipping up their trousers one by one. The leader of the group dragged the two girls up to their feet and slapped their asses. He placed his hand around their waists. "Let's go, let's go have some fun."

Zia and Drew giggled and were led out by them. He went, somewhat inexplicably, to an electronics store. Long racks of smartphones were placed against the wall. A single salesperson was taking inventory at the corner

"Unzip your jackets," he ordered. They obeyed, yanking down their zippers and flashing their perfect cleavage to him. He grabbed several phones and shoved them down the deep, warm crack. Their tits were probably the only in the school who could pull it off. They were huge, almost perfect spherical bouncing things, and the phones were miraculously entirely submerged into the cleavage yet held between them by their sheer perkiness.

"You're stealing these phones!" Drew exclaimed.

"No shit, you dumb slut," he sneered. He hurriedly yanked up the zips and slapped their asses. With a yelp, both girls started walking to the exit, the phones jiggling along with their cleavage. But as soon as their hit the exit, a klaxon sounded.

"Oh, shit!" the jocks cried as they jolted. Zia and Drew stood there, their pretty little heads unsure of what to do as their fuckers ran away and the salesman closed in on them. He escorted them to the exit of the mall. Carter, who was wandering around looking for them, saw them and gave chase. The three of them stood outside the exit as a black and white police car pulled up in front of them.

A tall, burly police officer stepped out, his thick boots cracking the ground as it struck.

"You kids are in a lot of trouble."