From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Ashley at the Mall 3 of 4   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
       Ashley returned to the Mall of America the very next day.  Her mom   
   finally put her foot down and told Ashley she would have to take the bus if   
   she wanted to go to the mall every day.  She gave her daughter enough money   
   to purchase a 30-day bus pass which Ashley promised no to lose.  The young   
   girl didn't mind taking the bus since it gave her a greater sense of   
   independence.   
      
       Aside from Ashley's apparent obsession with going to the mall, her mom   
   suspected nothing out of the ordinary.  Ashley betrayed none of her mall   
   activities at home, happily chatting with her parents over dinner about the   
   mall, summer sports, TV shows...  Moreover, her daughter was dressed just   
   like any other regular twelve year old girl so her mom had no reason to   
   believe she was exposing herself to a stranger with a camera or giving an   
   unknown man a handjob in a darkened movie theater.   
      
       Once inside the mall, Ashley ducked into a restroom to change her   
   clothes.  Today she wore a simple white ribbed tank top that clung tight to   
   her lithe preteen body.  Her breast buds poked temptingly through the   
   cotton top while the cool, air-conditioned mall hardened her perky nipples,   
   drawing all the more attention to her chest.  Her shorts were also a pure   
   white that was predictably snug against her bottom.  The shorts were made   
   out of spandex which allowed them to conform to every curve of her body.   
   Her butt cheeks were neatly cradled by the stretchy material, so skin-tight   
   that it was as if she was wearing nothing at all.   
      
       More importantly, however, the crotch of the shorts was so tight that   
   Ashley displayed a perfect little camel toe.  The white spandex followed   
   every curve of her plump mound, with her eye-catching slit at the center of   
   attention.  The pure white of her clothes contrasted well with her lightly   
   tanned skin.  With her skinny frame and knobby knees, she was already every   
   lolita-lover's dream but now she had surpassed even that.  Pleased with the   
   way she looked, Ashley confidently exited the restroom.   
      
       The reaction was immediate.  Everyone was stealing glances or openly   
   staring at this young preteen girl dressed in virginal white as Ashley   
   walked through the mall.  The boys surreptitiously stole glances while the   
   girls looked at her with jealousy or disgust.  Even grown women raised   
   their eyebrows and tut-tutted as Ashley strolled through the mall   
   concourse. She felt her heart swell with pride at the attention.  But what   
   interested the young girl most, of course, was the men who smoothly gazed   
   at her.  She had developed a preference for these older and mature men.   
      
       She had stopped to study a mall map when a man approached her.   
      
       "Hello, miss," he said.  "You're dressed quite pretty today, aren't   
   you?" Ashley blushed at his praise.  He was an older man, probably in his   
   forties.  Like the other men she'd met, he was dressed in a conservative   
   suit and tie.  Although he was balding, his hair loss was happening in a   
   very graceful and distinguished manner that seemed to complement his   
   dignified attire.  Ashley smiled at him.   
      
       "Thank you." She also decided she liked this straight-forward nature in   
   men, no beating around the bush or hemming and hawing.  The man had come   
   straight out and told her she looked nice.   
      
       "Are you just shopping today?" he asked her.   
      
       "Yes, I just came by myself to have fun," Ashley said, slightly   
   embarrassed all of a sudden.  "But I think I might head to the food court   
   to get something to eat."   
      
       "Well," the man said, "would you like to join me?  I wasn't going to the   
   food court but I wanted to eat lunch at Ruby Tuesday."   
      
       He was referring to one of the sit-down restaurants in the mall.  Ashley   
   had never been there before.  "Okay," she said.  They began walking.  "My   
   name is Ashley, by the way."   
      
       "How do you do," the man said formally.  "My name is Jules Brandt."   
      
       "Nice to meet you, Mr.  Brandt," Ashley said politely.  He didn't object   
   to be referred to in such a formal matter.  Ashley assumed that's the way   
   he wanted to be addressed.   
      
       They arrived at the restaurant and were seated immediately.  The wait   
   staff seemed to be familiar with Mr.  Brandt and they led him to a darkened   
   booth in the corner.  Ashley felt a little out of place in such a fancy   
   restaurant.  The dimly lit room was illuminated by small candles on the   
   tables while a thick carpet muffled their footsteps.  The tables were   
   elegantly set with fine silverware and dishes, with elaborate floor-length   
   tablecloths draped over each table.  Since it was the weekday lunch hour,   
   the restaurant was sparsely numbered with other customers.   
      
       Mr.  Brandt slid gracefully into the circular corner booth.  Ashley   
   followed his example, taking great care not to yank at the long tablecloth,   
   lest she pull it and all the tableware onto the floor.  The waitress   
   brought them glasses of water and two menus.   
      
       "Tell me, young Ashley," Mr.  Brandt said, sipping his water, "do you   
   always dress like this when you come to the mall?"   
      
       Ashley felt embarrassed again.  She didn't know why it kept happening   
   around this older man.  "Well, usually, yes," she replied.   
      
       "And why do you do that?"   
      
       Ashley paused a moment.  Why _was_ she dressing like this?  After   
   thinking a moment, she said, "Because it makes me feel pretty."   
      
       Mr.  Brandt smiled at her.  "Indeed it does.  Do the boys notice when   
   you dress so prettily?"   
      
       "No.  They're usually too shy to do anything but stare."   
      
       Mr.  Brandt nodded gravely.  "I see.  That is often the case with young   
   boys."   
      
       "There's the older men, though," Ashley began.  "They're usually   
   nicer... Much nicer."   
      
       A smile formed on Mr.  Brandt's face.  "Nicer?  How?"   
      
       Ashley blushed again.  "I don't know...  They're just nice to me.  I   
   don't know."   
      
       "And you enjoy it when these older men are...  nice to you?"   
      
       Ashley nodded.   
      
       The waitress returned at that point.  Ashley hastily flipped through the   
   menu while Mr.  Brandt asked for the usual.  She decided to order a   
   grilled-cheese sandwich.  The waitress nodded and left.   
      
       Mr.  Brandt watched her leave.  "Ashley," he said, "you look like you're   
   shivering over there.  Why don't you come sit closer to me?"   
      
       Ashley blinked.  She wasn't cold at all, nor had she shivered.   
   Nonetheless, she slid herself over the smooth vinyl of the booth and moved   
   closer to Mr.  Brandt, who put his arm around her.  He pressed his nose to   
   the top of her head, sniffing her hair.   
      
      
      
       "Ah," he sighed.  "There's nothing like the fresh scent of a pretty   
   little girl."   
      
       Ashley smiled.  With his free hand, Mr.  Brandt caressed her bare   
      
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