By Mr. Grey
Ariana clutched her father's credit card with the intensity of a typical young lady.
A Saturday afternoon alone was just what she was needing. Not that there was anything to avoid in her life. She lived in an upper-class home, with two loving parents. She had a catch of a boyfriend that her parents adored and would probably marry soon! Dan was perfect for her, she just had to wait for him to pop the question...
When her dad had given her the day off, and his credit card, Ariana didn't have to ponder over where to go—the mall.
She worked at her father's law office, filing mostly. When she wasn't doing that, she would usually run errands for him. He said that it would be great experience for her. Ever since she had told him that she wanted to be a lawyer like him, he had been including her in everything his career offered. She'd go to court with him, to see how things went.
Her father had told her many times that she had a bright future ahead of her, and she agreed. Ariana was a smart girl, who had her priorities straight. She had been top of her class last year. She had never been in any kind of trouble, either.
Walking past a display window, Ariana's eye was caught. She had to have that skirt.
It was gorgeous.
It was a sleak, black polyester skirt, knee-length, and pleated. It would look great with a black jacket and a white blouse, or a red sweater. Ariana could imagine walking into a courtroom wearing something so classy. The jury would be eating out of her hand.
Ariana entered the store with a smile.
"Hello, may I help you?" asked the clerk as Ariana walked in.
"Yes, please, I'd like this skirt," she responded politely, pointing at the skirt in the window.
The clerk asked for her size and Ariana answered with '5'. The woman smiled and slipping into the back room. Ariana glanced around the store, thinking about all the nice things. She knew, though, that she shouldn't spend too much on her father's card. She had to be responsible with it.
The woman returned with a box. Ariana beamed, knowing that her skirt was inside the box. Once at the counter, Ariana handed the card to the woman. She was so grateful to have the things she had, to be able to buy such nice things. She would have to give her father a big hug when she got home.
Ariana smiled as she exited the store, delightfully holding her bag. She stopped and looked at her reflection in the mirror, imagining the skirt on her body. Today, Ariana was wearing a floral print, ankle-length, skirt and a denim jacket. Her natural blonde hair was done up in a pony-tail.
As she was looking at her reflection, she noticed something behind her.
Ariana turned around to see a young woman that was just...unfathomable. Ariana had never seen such an outrage. She was tall. That was first thing Ariana thought. The girl's long legs were exagerrated by a pair of bright red heels that sent her body an extra five inches up. Ariana glanced down at her practical white dress shoes.
She looked back up at the girl. She was wearing a black and white mock corset and tapered down to her bared mid-riff and her pierced belly-button, and hugged her obviously fake breasts, holding them up like billboards. Her ruffled skirt wasn't too bad, aside from the fact that it was only about ten inches long, but her string thong hiked up her waist, peaking from underneath her waist, just sent Ariana's innocent mind reeling.
The girl had obviously had a blonde dye job, a bad one at that. The girl's dark roots were showing with such apathy that Ariana wanted to help the poor girl. The last thing made Ariana almost fear this girl was the tattoos and piercings covering her body. She actually had branded the word 'SLUT' along her lower back, as if it was something she was proud of. Her ankle had a string of roses tattooed around it. Underneath her tight top, two hoops could clearly be seen dangling from her breasts. That's not what breasts were for! Ariana couldn't believe someone could disrespect their body so much. This girl was practically selling her body for free. Anyone present at the mall today could clearly see all they wanted of this poor girl...
Ariana's objection to the slutty girl was not unnoticed. A few yards away stood a girl dressed all in black. If Ariana had seen her, thoughts of devil worship, heavy metal music, and drugs would have danced through her mind. The girl dressed in black watched with interest as Ariana's facial expressions told the story of her proper upbringing. The girl dressed in black was curious so see what would happen in Ariana had the tables turned on her.
"Let's see how she likes it..." the girl said, holding her hand in front of her face and blowing a kiss in Ariana's direction.
Ariana felt a strong wind blow past her. It felt like it penetrated her mind, sending her a little off balance for a moment, then gaining her composure once again. "Oh my!" she said, surprised.
Ariana forgot about the slutty girl and continued with her shopping. She stopped to get something to eat. She ordered a medium fry from a fast food chain and a Coke. She alternated between the fries and sipping the Coke as she walked slowly past all the different shops. As she was eating, she began to feel a little guilty about what she was eating. She usually didn't pay attention to carbs and calories, but these fries were definitely not good for her. Ariana threw the half full container in the first trash can she passed. Normally, she would never waste her father's cash like that, but she had to keep an eye on this figure of hers! And the Coke! Ariana stopped, stunned at how she could be so careless as to order a regular Coke instead of a Diet Coke.
Ariana tossed the Coke too.
Passing by another shop window, she caught another look at her reflection, only this time, her reaction was a little disappointing. Maybe I should work out more, Ariana thought. She posed in front of the window, arching her back to stick her breasts out—something she would never do. Ariana knew that she needed more than just boobs to get ahead in life, but there was no shame in taking advantage of what you've got right?
Ariana realized that the window she was posing in was the window to another clothing store, only this one was a little different. She peeked through the window, as if it was something she wasn't supposed to be seeing. The clothes in this store were so...daring! The low cut blouses, the tall heels, the tight pants... Ariana could never get away with wearing stuff like this... But, there was something inside of her just begging to find out. After all, there was no harm in trying them on, right?
* * *
Ariana walked out of the clothing store, a little shocked by her actions, but a little turned on as well. The halter top she was wearing felt smooth across her tits—er, breasts—and the skirt she was wearing was nowhere near a long as her normal skirts were.
She had gone into the store just out of curiousity, but once she had seen the clothes up close—actually felt them—she knew that she had to try them on. It was as if something was sucking her in. These clothes...this lifestyle... The woman working in there had looked at her as if she had gotten lost looking for the Gap. But, Ariana picked out some things she liked and asked to be led to the changing rooms...
Ariana decided to wear them out after she bought them.
Even though she had gone a little bit over her dad's requested spending limit, she knew he wouldn't mind. After all, she deserved it! She worked hard every day. Ariana figured it was time for a little "her" time.
The smell of hair products and steam filled the air as Ariana passed by the hair salon.
It was time for a make-over.
Something had come over Ariana. She was anxious almost, to just make some changes, to be wild, to be out of character! She was beginning to realize how much she had been missing out...
"How can I help you, miss?" asked the woman behind the counter of the beauty salon.
"Blonde please!" Ariana beamed.
The woman nodded, then froze and furrowed her brow as she looked up. "But...you're already blonde. And beautifully natural at that... Why would you want to—"
"Never mind that!" Ariana snapped, "I want to be really blonde." Ariana didn't know why she wanted to do this, she just knew she wanted to. So she did it.
* * *
Ariana walked out of the hair salon. She gathered a few stares which Ariana just ate up. She primped her big, blonde hair with her hands as she walked on, looking for more fun. The dye job had been about $70. She figured her dad would really like her to stop spending money at this point, that's why she didn't tip the woman when she left. But, Ariana was sure of one thing: she was done shopping.
But, there was no harm in looking around now, was there? She thought not. She caught the eyes of a sexy, muscular man checking her out. She licked her lips and grinned back at him, nonverbally inviting him into her pants. The thought of Dan passed through her head, but it soon left.
As Ariana was strutting through the mall in her new heels, she could have sworn that some girl was following her. The girl was dressed all in black and hanging behind her just far enough that Ariana wouldn't notice her. But, Ariana was smart enough to notice it. After all, she gonna be one of those people... The people with the professional suits and the talking... Ariana couldn't think of the name of it right now, but she didn't care, because she just saw the cutest shoes in the world!
After another $150, Ariana began to get serious about leaving. It was as if she was out of control. She carried all of her bags toward the front of the mall, heading towards the door.
"Excuse me, ma'am! Would you like to have a sample of our new make-up line?" came a chirpy voice.
Boy, would she! Ariana forgot all about leaving and sat on the stool the pretty woman was pushing her into. The lady talked Ariana's ears off as she painted her cheeks, lips, and eyelids a whole spectrum of gorgeous colors.
After buying the whole set, Ariana was on her way again. She was surprised to find herself back in the middle of the mall again. She must have gotten turned around and gone back the way she had come.
She passed by the first clothing store that she had come to on her mall visit. She glanced at a black, pleated skirt in the window and scoffed. "What loser would be caught dead wearing that?" she asked herself out loud.
Ariana wondered around some more, not really having any real direction or goal. She ended up front of a jewelry store. It wasn't a typical jewelry store though...
"Can I help you, miss?" the woman asked.
"I want my navel pierced," she answered.
"Is that all?" the woman asked with a smile.
Ariana thought what else she could do, then grinned. She pointed to her chest, "Do these too..."
* * *
Her father was going to kill her!
Not only had she spent way over her limit, she had gotten her titties pierced. There was no way to hide it either. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her halter.
Ariana laughed a bit. It was kind of funny. She couldn't wait to see the look on her father's face when she walked in looking the way she did. She didn't care what he thought. Her dad could be so lame sometimes... Probably not gettin' any from that prude of a wife, she thought to herself, referring to her mother.
Ariana shook her ass out of the mall finally, not resembling anything close to what had walked in there.
She got in her car and headed home. She stopped at a gas station and picked up a pack of cigarettes. She had never smoked before, but she figured she'd try in out. She grabbed a case of beer too. She drank beer all the time, didn't she? The lines of her new lifestyle was beginning to blur into her old one. She was having trouble remembering what aspects of herself were new and what was normal. Oh well...
She parked the car unevenly in the driveway and walked into her home as if nothing was knew, "'Sup, mom... Dad..." She walked past her shocked parents and began to walk up to her room.
"You stop right there, young lady! What in the devil's name happened to you?" her mother yelled hysterically.
Ariana laughed, "God, loosen up! Nothing happened. Just had a lil' bit of a make-over!" She giggled at herself as she tossed her father his credit card, "I wouldn't use that anymore if I were you..." With that said, she started up the stairs.
"Don't you dare show up at the office like that tomorrow, Ariana," her father, called up to her.
Ariana shrugged her shoulders, "How about I don't show up at all?"
Her father was dumbfounded.
"I don't think that courtroom shit is right for me. I got a job today doing make-up at the mall. The lady said I was perfect—"
"I don't think so!" her father screamed, "No daughter of mine is going to sit at the mall all day. You're coming to the office tomorrow and you're going to engage yourself in a real career."
Ariana scoffed, "Whatever. I'm going to get changed, then I'm going out."
Her parents just stared at each other as she walked away from then and slammed her door.
* * *
"Whoo! What was your name again?"
"Ariana!"
"Cute, wanna come go sit down somewhere?"
"Sure!"
Ariana shouted over the loud music at the guy she had just met, but had been rubbing her almost naked ass over all night. He was cute. Good enough for a quick fuck, but Ariana was in no mood for just one guy...
He took her hand and led her towards the back of the club, down a hallway, and into a room dimly light with red lights. It was quieter back her, the booming bass of the club pounding the walls. A few small crowds of people stood in the corners of the room, drinking, snorting coke...
"Have a sit, baby," he said smoothly, inviting her to sit next to the other men at a table. Ariana smiled vapidly as the men talked about various things, mostly money. She would catch one of them staring down her top every now and then, but she would just smile and stare at his crotch.
"Want some?"
Ariana had been daydreaming. She had been doing that a lot lately. As if she couldn't focus on one thing for too long.
She looked down to see the man she had been dancing with holding up a straw for her. There was some white powder on the table in front of her...
"Sure..." she said.
The rest of the night was a blur. Ariana's mind was reeling. She came to consciousness at some point during the night, at which time she had a dick her mouth and her ass while the lights of a camera flashed in front of her. When the cock was taken out of her mouth, she smiled for camera, her pierced tits gleaming in the light...
* * *
"What on earth would possess you to do that?"
Ariana just rolled her eyes at her mother. "Don't worry about it, mom. Just go watch a soap opera or something..."
"Don't worry about it?" her mother asked. They stood in the kitchen the next afternoon. When Ariana finally came bounding down the steps at about 2 p.m., she almost gave her mother a heart attack. "How can I not 'worry about it' when my only daughter gets 'WHORE' tattooed on her breasts!?"
"I'm not a whore, mom. They want money after they suck a dick..." Ariana took a sip of beer and walked out of the kitchen, leaving her mom with her mouth hanging open.
* * *
"Oh yeah, baby!"
"Shove your finger up my ass!"
"Is that what you want you dirty little bitch?!"
"Hell yeah baby—Ooo! Shit, that feels good in there..."
Ariana's make-up was smeared across her slutty face. Some guy had his finger up her asshole. Maybe two fingers. Maybe three... Ariana didn't really care, she wasn't paying attention.
She had dropped out of school last week. The department store hired her full time to make-over boring women and help them be pretty like her. She felt like she might get fired though, since she had gotten caught last week bent over in one of the dressing rooms with some high school boy. He was cute! Not a bad fuck either... Arian was thinking that her boss might be a dyke, so maybe she could lick her pussy and help sway her opinions of her.
After Ariana sucked the guy off, she left the club. She stumbled home around 3:00. Her mother was waiting for her
as she walked in. "Okay, Ariana, this has to stop," she said calmly in her bathrobe.
"What?!" Ariana answered defensively, "Get the fuck off my case!"
Ariana's mother sighed and rubbed her eyes, "Ariana...please. Tell me what's going on. This new behavior—"
"Whatever," Ariana said, sticking her hand in her mother's face, "I'm still horny, so I'm goin' upstairs to play with my toys..." Ariana spun around and started to head toward the stairs.
"Stop this instant!" her mother shouted. Ariana was a little shocked and turned back to her mother's glaring eyes. "What's that on your face?"
Ariana was positive she hadn't gotten a tattoo on her face, but it was definitely something to consider. Maybe line her lines with "COCKHOLE" or just go ahead and write "BITCH SLUT" on her forehead... "What do you mean?"
"Right, there on your cheek..."
Ariana wiped her cheek with her hand to catch a big glob of cum. "Oh," she said casually, and licked it off her hand, "Just some dude's load. Guess I didn't catch it all with my tongue..."
* * *
"What do you mean you don't love me anymore?"
Dan couldn't believe his girlfriend had called him to break up with him. She was being to nonchalant about it too...
"Yeah, Dan, I'm sorry. But, I'm afraid your dick is nowhere near big enough to satisfy my holes... I figured you'd be cool with this. Don't be such a fag..." Ariana explained, propped on her bed, twirling the phone cord around her finger with one hand while the other dragged a razor across her pussy. She liked to keep it smooth as silk so she usually shaved her cunt once a day.
Ariana had no idea of the changes her life had under gone. As far as she was concerned, this was all perfectly normal behavior for her. Her life as an object of men's desires was like heaven to her. She didn't want anything else.
As she hung up the phone on her crying ex-boyfriend, she just laughed thinking what a lame guy he was. She finished shaving and sighed, basking in the simple life she now led.
Ariana lit up a cigarette and picked up a fashion magazine. She pinched the cig in between her fingers and reached down to fondle her clit as she blew the smoke out. She flipped the pages, comparing herself to all the other women in the magazine.
In the corner sat all her legal textbooks and John Grisham novels. They were shoved to the side like some forgotten memory. Ariana had no use for them. Even if she tried, they wouldn't be able to hold her attention. She could hardly follow a thirty minute TV show anymore without her mind wondering.
Ariana didn't care though.
She had new priorities now...
The End.
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