Having planned her revenge for some time, Dawn waited until both she and her boss had the morning shift, and would be leaving in the early afternoon. The mall would be at its most crowded, roughly 2 o'clock. People were already shuffling along in thick streams, from moms ushering children along, to gaggles of teenagers, the occasional old couple, a few power-walkers even. Dawn punched out for the day, heavy messenger bag over her shoulder as she waved to her bitch of a boss with a little more cheer than usual.
"Have a good weekend!" Dawn chirped, in positively uncharacteristic cheeriness. Vicky almost sneered in open disgust out the corner of her vision, as if she thought Dawn wasn't looking at her, but just sort of half-heartedly nodded.
"Uh yeah, you too," she said without a shred of sincerity as she slung her own purse over her shoulder and strutted out of the store in her slutty attire. In the past she'd justified her style of dress with phrases that pretty much amounted to: "it's okay to dress this way if, one: you work where I do -- it's kind of like advertising; and two: if you have a figure like mine."
Vicky hadn't come out directly and said that, but it was obvious she felt that way. As Dawn did one of the things she did best -- being innocuous when she wanted to -- she followed her evil boss through the crowd at some distance and savored the opportunity to come. She was going to put Vicky's attitude to the test. She was going to do some advertising today, alright.
The tall goth-punk bombshell raised a hand and pulled her arm close to her body as she squeezed past some people to make her way to the escalators. Her disdain for "normal" folk was plainly apparent as she disgustedly edged her way around an old woman on a walker.
"Even I'm not that snooty," Dawn thought to herself, as she muttered the words to give the levitation spell a try. Cringing, she realized that the spell had gone in reverse, and had targeted Vicky's skirt. She'd meant to raise the girl into the air, in perfect view of the food court at the foot of the escalator, and then strip her. At the top of the escalator, as Vicky reached into her purse and began to make a phone call, her skirt abruptly flew to her ankles. Her milk white, smooth and supple thighs quivered as she felt the sudden inexplicable cold. Looking down, eyes wide, Vicky screamed at the sight of her exposed tiny black and red thong. The boy in front of her on the descending stairs turned to delightedly feast his eyes upon the tiny triangle of fabric with the white skull on it, barely covering her pussy. At this short distance he could tell by the sides of her pubic mound that she was clean shaven.
"Oops!" Dawn giggled from afar as she watched Vicky awkwardly try to reach for the skirt around her ankles without toppling forward on her platform heels, on the cramped escalator no less. Bending forward, her tight little ass bumped into the legs of the high school girl standing behind her.
"Uh, watch your ugly ass, skank," said the blond cheer squad looking type watching Vicky with a complete lack of amusement. Vicky could only ignore her as she found she was having trouble. Bent at the waist and practically showing her asshole off to the bitch behind her, with naught but the thin strap of the thong for cover, she struggled to pick up her skirt but found it simply wouldn't come up off the ground. It must've gotten stuck! Or so she thought. Her cellphone was still in hand and her friend on the line was concernedly shouting "Vicky? you ok?", her purse was slipping off her arm, the blond preppy girl was loudly complaining still, and the boy in front of her was being far too helpful.
"Here, let me help you, please..!" the teenage boy offered, staring openly and trying to get her skirt "unstuck" from the escalator. Her pale face flushed red through the pasty makeup.
Predictably, she was unable to free herself before the escalator reached the ground, and despite her struggle and protest, the boy grabbed her around the waist and picked her up off the stairs and out of her skirt before she got caught. Dawn chuckled to herself as the tiny black skirt nearly clogged up the escalator before disappearing in shreds.
"Nooo..!" Vicky whimpered in one of the more pathetic voices she'd ever heard her use as she comically reached for the remains of her bottom. Now this was getting more like it.
"That's right bitch, lets see you squirm... time to turn this up a notch or three," Dawn murmured to herself, preparing her next spell.
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