A Mischievous App Ch. 03

They walked arm in arm into the main entrance of the mall. Megan seemed to enjoy clinging to him, and he couldn't help but like it. The crazy girl had just made him spurt more than he ever had in his life. That quick moment was a blurry, hard to believe whirl of pumps and thrusts.

The mall was packed, every college and nearby high school congregated there at the end of the week. It was huge, the biggest in the state. Lakeshore had everything from car dealerships to mini roller coasters and a massive theater with reclining chairs and waiters serving food.

He transferred the full balance from his nemvo account before checking his bank. $16,475. His heart nearly flew out of his mouth and into the guy selling phone cases at the closest kiosk. Bobby didn't know how much the hand job and her tasting his cum netted him, but he could find out later. I'm fucking rich, he thought, glancing at Megan.

"Hold on," Bobby said, sidestepping a group of rich girls and halted next to a row of massaging chairs. He flipped open his wallet, making sure he had his debit card.

"What, did you forget your money?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

The red card was where he kept it, and he sighed in relief. Looked around for an atm. He should test whether it was all a hallucination before attempting to buy clothes. If Bobby took some money out, Megan's suspicion should lessen too. "Don't look at me like that, I'm not a liar," he said and tapped his card. "Just making sure I have my debit card."

Snorting, Megan said, "You told me you weren't a virgin, and we both know that was a lie." She grinned widely, rubbing his forearm.

Pursing his lips, he spotted an atm near the bathrooms. He had no good response for that, so Bobby strode for the cash machine, Megan holding him by the elbow. They weaved between people; a crying baby and his mother, past a stall that printed designs on shirts and around a pack of scary looking dudes wearing long, white socks.

"Will you give me some room here?" Bobby asked, holding his card.

She scowled and released his elbow. "Scared I'll find out you don't have enough money?" Megan crossed her arms. Sighed. "It's ok, Bobby, the fantasy was fun while it lasted. I have like fifteen dollars; we can share something at the food court and sneak into the movies." She chuckled. "We'll sit in front so you can see."

His eyes widened. That had to be the nicest thing anyone ever said to him, aside from his mother or Amanda or Alessio offering him homemade lunch. "Come on, my bank details and shit are on there," he said. "I only lied about one thing today."

She batted her eyelashes, a faint smile tracing her glossy, pink lips. "Fine, Bobby, I trust you," Megan said and pointed to the jellybean store ten feet away. "I'll be in there inhaling free samples."

He watched her walk away for a few steps before inserting his card. Bobby's breath caught in his throat; nothing had changed, the sixteen thousand was still there. "Shit," he muttered, tapping withdraw and selecting a thousand dollars. Holding his stomach, he stared at the blinking dots next to 'processing' until a noise sounded. A swish. A click.

The bills popped out, held tightly by a plastic mouth. Yanking them free, he quickly stuffed them in his wallet and withdrew another two hundred, hoping for twenties instead of hundreds. After putting everything in his wallet, he hurried into the store.

He found Megan tossing back a small, paper cup, presumably filled with candy. She chewed rapidly. "Got the munchies?" Bobby questioned, the whites of her eyes were bloodshot, and her lids heavy.

"Like you wouldn't believe," she mumbled through the mouthful.

"I don't really pay attention to clothing stores; do you know where I can buy the stuff I need?" he asked. "Preferably not the most expensive place."

She laughed and took him by the arm. "You don't know where Pillards is?"

He knew Pillards but that wasn't what he had in mind. "I meant something cheaper like a dress for less," Bobby said and then reconsidered. Sixteen thousand is in my account, he thought. Why not get something better. "Alright, fuck it, take me to a better place."

After some walking and rushing, they arrived at Cinas. "This is a couple steps above Pillards," Megan said, gesturing at the open glass doors. "Promise you only lied once, virgin?"

"Yes," he huffed and walked inside. "When will you stop calling me that?"

"Take a guess," Megan teased.

He tensed, wondering if that could become a reality before the night ended. How much money would that make him? Having sex with her. The hair stood up on the back of his neck and arms. His arousal hadn't diminished, if anything, it had increased since she touched him.

A female attendant in her mid-twenties approached. "Can I help you find anything?"

After Bobby gave her his pant size, the woman estimated what size shirts might fit, and Megan chose the garments from there. The attendant directed them toward the dressing room and left to help someone else. The black slacks and belt fit perfectly, and he found the correct size office shirt on the second attempt.

As he was tucking in, Megan whispered through the crack in the door. "Hey."

"What?" he said, peering at himself in the mirror. He looked like he belonged behind a desk, or running errands for someone who did.

"I asked the lady for a scissor for the tags," she said, tapping something metallic on the door. "You're wearing it out, right?" She sounded nervous to his ear.

He hadn't given it any thought. "Yeah," he said, unlocking the door with a snick.

Megan opened it and snuck in, locking it once more. She reached into his slacks, grasping his length. "Do you want me to get you off again?" she asked, rubbing him within the confines of his underwear. He swelled at her prodding, the head of his dick painful against the elastic band.

He lifted his shirt and dropped his briefs. "Fuck," he groaned, her cool palm squeezing him.

"Do you like when I stroke your cock?" she whispered and nibbled his earlobe, breath steamy on his jaw. Her hand twisted lazily, working precum into his glans. Megan's skin was soft as satin, weaving threads of bliss into his cock with nimble fingers.

"Gah," he shivered, bucking his hips. "Yeah." His voice was a hitching mockery of the language.

Megan kissed his neck, tonguing him wetly and sucking hard, as if snake venom needed to be pulled to the surface yesterday. Breaking the seal, her lips popped, and her urgent mouth latched onto a different spot. Megan's hand was of the same mind, finding his sack in need of attention and began polishing his tight scrotum with cupping strokes. "Does it feel good?" she whined before vandalizing another area of his neck.

"Good," he managed to utter, clenching his ass cheeks as his deprived cock hopped and leaked.

Megan dropped the scissor that had been poking him in the back and used her newly freed hand to pull his face down. Their teeth briefly collided at the force of which she yanked. Her tongue dove into his gums with a tickling slither, and he pushed it away with his own as she gently squeezed his balls. She tasted like butter popcorn jellybeans and softness.

Pulling back with a smack of lips and trailing saliva, she took his bulging erection in hand. "Is it too dry?" she asked, flexing her fingers around him tightly. Megan pumped. His dick twitching and pulsing, she let go, bringing her hand to her mouth. She hawked and spat a bubbling wad of spittle onto her fingers before grasping his screaming staff.

His muscles tensed as she beat his dripping member rapidly. The edge of her palm slapped against the top of his sack and was joined by a loud series of squelching slops, reminding him of mom vigorously mixing macaroni and cheese in that wife beater she wore sometimes. A vision of mom's round tits flexing and wobbling as she worked the mac with a spoon entered his mind.

He splattered the mirror as Megan endlessly racked his cock like a shotgun. His cloudy shots sullying the clean glass and dripping downward. Once. Twice. She milked him until nothing remained and repeated what had happened earlier, wiping the last drop and licking her finger.

"I'm so wet, Bobby," Megan said, touching herself through her jeans. "I might let you fuck me later and cum inside."

Panting, he pulled his gaze from the baby batter spatter art and looked down at her, "Right here?"

Megan's lips were deep red, glistening, and her chest rose and fell rapidly; breast swelling and nipples stiff. Her breathing was more ragged than his own, he realized. "I said might and later, virgin," she replied and picked his old shirt off the floor, cleaned the mirror with it and leaving circular smears.

After putting his sneakers on, removing tags, and stuffing shit into his full backpack, Megan led him to the front of the store, where the woman stood behind the register. She handed the woman three tags. "He needs shoes too," Megan said, glancing back at Bobby.

"Size ten," he provided.

Megan rushed to a side wall that sported less than a dozen designs and snatched a pair of Burgandy colored affairs. "These," she said cheerily, holding them aloft.

The woman nodded and disappeared into the back. When she returned, Bobby put them on, fastening the laces tightly. "They're kind of uncomfortable," he said, taking a few steps.

"That's normal for the first few weeks," the woman said with a nod. "The insoles are stiff leather but once you break them in, they will be your most comfortable pair. I swear it." She held a hand over her chest, bowing slightly.

"Alright," Bobby sighed.

As the lady rang him up, Megan gave him a worried look that made him laugh. A couple hours ago she had stared daggers at him for dumping his phone on her. Now, she was concerned that he didn't have enough money and had jerked him off twice. "What, dummy?" she asked, poking him in the stomach with a finger.

"Nothing, you look high as fuck, is all," Bobby replied with a smirk.

"Your total is $789.51," the saleswoman said.

"God," Bobby grimaced, rubbing his neck. "For three things?"

Smiling, the saleswoman said, "Four things. Cash or card?"

Bobby grabbed his wallet as Megan bit her lip, anxious. Probably worried that I'll run out of the store and leave her, he thought. He handed the woman his debit card, and she asked for his pin. Typing into a jPad, he held his breath. When the word 'approved' appeared onscreen, he slowly exhaled.

"I can't believe you weren't lying," Megan said as they stepped off the escalator to the second floor. "I thought you were just pretending so I would suck your dick."

He chuckled. "I'm too scared of you to try anything like that," he said.

They passed a Cinnaborn, and she bit his shoulder softly. "Oh, you don't want a blowjob?" Megan asked. "It would have worked you know. I was planning on giving you one in the movie theatre. But now..." She paused, fanning her face. "Finding out that you aren't a pathological liar did something to me."

The smell of cinnamon and sugar drove his kicking and screaming stomach crazy. "I thought you hated me," Bobby admitted.

"No, dummy, you're just stupid," she corrected and avoided someone hawking fake flowers. "I think you're cute, especially those faces you make."

*

His stomach growled outside of the fitting room. Megan was trying on dresses, muttering to herself from inside. They had already stopped at a shoe place for women, and Megan had picked out a pair of heels, costing $130 something. He had been surprised at how cheap they were, considering the price of his getup.

"What are you doing here, creeper?" Brenda accused. He winced, turning his head toward his sister. "And why are you dressed like that? Did you get a job shredding paper?"

Megan cracked the door, fully dressed. "Bobby, are you ok?"

"Fine, just my sister," he answered, and Megan gave him a nod, closing the door.

"Who is that?" Brenda demanded. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but she kept a couple thick locks shorter than the rest. Like shutters, they sat above her eyebrows, dangling. She dressed sluttier than anyone he had seen in school, but Brenda had kept the one boyfriend for a while now. Brenda was taking a gap year.

"She's a friend of mine and it's none of your fucking business anyway," Bobby said and tried shoeing her away with one hand.

It didn't work. "Where did you get the clothes, Bobby?" Brenda accused. "Did you trick her into buying them for you? Yuck, are those hickeys on your neck?" She strode past him and banged on the door with an open hand, jiggled the handle. It was locked. Brenda was insufferable, and everyone was happier when she was out of the house.

"Hey!" came Megan's response, and she yanked the door open. "I bought him the clothes. Now leave us the fuck alone, bitch!"

Hector raised his eyebrows at Bobby and mouthed 'sorry', flashing him a thumbs up and a smile that vanished an instant later. Bobby liked her boyfriend and had no clue why the guy put up with Brenda. Probably the sex, he thought, grinning at the memory of his own experience earlier.

"Babe, give them some space," Hector said, wrapping his arms around Brenda's bare waist. Bobby could picture her belly button ring flapping; it did that when she got mad.

"Bobby's always up to something, Hecky," Brenda said, attitude shifting as Hector pulled her away and kissed her neck.

"I know, babe," Hector said, shooting Bobby a wink. "Let's get the massages first, and we'll come back later when we're relaxed."

Brenda heaved a great sigh, her denim skirt catching Hector's khaki shorts, and Bobby was treated to a flash of her right butt cheek, partially hidden by a crescent of yellow panties. "I was only warning the girl," Brenda said, letting Hector usher her out of the store.

When the pair were out of sight, Megan said, "I thought I had an attitude problem."

Bobby snorted, leering at the generous amount of breast leaking from the black dress. They were contained by a red, lace bra that let slip a sliver of dark nipple. "You should see her when no one's around," he replied and got to his feet. Feeling bold, he grabbed her ass, which was far squishier in the somewhat loose garment.

"What did I tell you, dummy," Megan whispered.

Despite her words, she made no move to stop him as his fingers sunk into her meaty backside. There was no hint of a panty line, only supple flesh underneath the smooth fabric. "Nobody's here," Bobby said, phone buzzing. "What the hell did you do to my neck?"

"The guy is coming back, look," Megan insisted, ignoring his question and pushing his shoulder.

Hector jogged through the door, a sheepish expression on his face. He stopped in front of them. "Don't mind her, she had a bad day," Hector said to Megan. Sneaking back like that was Hector's signature move, usually to slip Bobby ten bucks.

"And now, so have we," Megan said, sneering. "Who the fuck tries barging in on a stranger while they're changing?"

Grimacing, Hector rubbed his neck, peered over one shoulder. "Listen, let me make it up to you," he said, fishing a wad of cash from his pocket and peeling off two fifties. "Have lunch or dinner on me." Hector was indecisive as to whom to hand the money to.

Megan snatched the bills and beckoned with two fingers, a gimmie gesture.

Chuckling, Hector grumbled, "Robbing me now?" He glanced at Bobby.

"That's more than enough," Bobby cut in. "Keep the rest of your money, Hecky. We won't say anything." Hector had given him plenty for nothing over the past couple years.

Megan glared at Bobby before handing back the cash. "You should keep her on a fucking leash," she said. "Muzzle her."

Bobby burst into laughter and Hector grinned, not taking the $100. "She's just feisty," Hector said, turning to leave. "Brenda loves this place. Try somewhere else if you don't want to run into us." The guy disappeared out the door.

"Hector helps me all the time," Bobby said. "He's fucking great, actually, and I don't want to take more from him. Fuck this store, anyway."

"Here," Megan said, handing him the fifties.

Bobby shrugged. "You're the one who met her for the first time," he responded. "By the way, thanks for saying you bought me this." He gestured at his clothing. "My family doesn't know about my bank robberies and smuggling."

She smirked.