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Aina: A Trip to the Mall “I’m just saying, you should’ve just gone for the bathtub while I was on the toilet.” “And I’m just saying I’d never have done that! You remember the mess-“ “Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry about it.” “I’m not letting you live it down until you’ve paid back everything you owe me, Freeman!” “Which is why we’re here.” So here we were, Aina and I, driving towards Central Mall. After the whole debacle at her apartment, I had gone to great lengths to help pay Aina back for the trouble I’d caused her. I started out by cleaning the bathroom and putting the shower curtain back up, and now today we were headed towards the mall for the other things she’d need: new clothes and a good meal. Now you’re probably wondering how I managed to get the money to even think about paying for this off. Like I said before, I’m a poor man with no parental ties to help me out, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have some relatives. My mother’s brother - that is to say my uncle - sent over one of his used cars that he wasn’t driving around anymore so that I wouldn’t have to walk everywhere, something I mentioned to him in a letter I wrote (the cheapest way of getting information to someone I know). It was a nice surprise to be greeted by him as he dropped his car off and let me drive around with it, and fortunately my license from back home was still good at my age. On top of that, I had managed to get one of those jobs for people in my particular position. They don’t mind your experience, they don’t care about your background, all they want is for you to be able to handle messes big and small, working alongside potentially dangerous chemicals in an environment where you’ll receive little to no appreciation for the work you do in maintaining the facilities. When you’ve got no experience and no references, somehow they’ll be okay with anyone being a school janitor. So I’ve been hard at work for the past couple of weeks since that time mopping floors and cleaning up all kinds of messes to get some good money so I can actually put gas into this decent car of mine and take my girl out and get her some nice food and some unsoiled clothes. Regaling in the tale of how we ended up driving over there in the first place was just a personal reminder that one, I owed her some form of an apology anyway, and two, hindsight truly is 20/20. I parked the car just outside the mall and, like any “true gentleman” as my uncle put it, opened the door for my lady Aina on the other side. She stepped out as stunning as ever, though I might be a little biased. To the common man, she was just another young adult with a particular inclination for green, as demonstrated here with her green T-shirt and cute dark green skirt, a classic outfit that was both modest and showed off her assets. To me, she was just as beautiful as the day we met. Probably because she was almost dressed the exact same way as she was the day we met. “Well, where would you like to start?” I ask. She put her finger up to her chin in an exaggerated thinking pose, looking straight up at the bright blue sky. “I’m thinking we’ll start with the meal and then walk around for those clothes you need to buy me,” she answered. I couldn’t help but think she’d thought this through a bit, but I also couldn’t blame her for planning out how she wanted to spend my money. “Alright, any kind of food in particular you’re in the mood for?” She smiled as she looked at me. It was a curious look I’d not seen on her before, and yet it looked strangely familiar. It was like her playful look, but the way she had her head tilted slightly downwards seemed to indicate something sinister, a dark plot that had been brewing in her mind for quite some time. I had never seen such a devilish look in her eyes till then, but I’m dead certain that my heart skipped a beat when she answered my question: “Sushi.” —————— There is, in fact, one sushi place within the mall, and it’s a nice sushi place…I say “nice” sushi place, though truth be told it’s more of a “nicer than where I would’ve ended up taken Aina for sushi had I not been taking her to a convenient location where all sorts of shops are gathered and where we can kill as many birds as we want with a single stone” sushi place. One of the more interesting parts of this kind of sushi place was the rotating conveyor belt that twisted and turned around the entirety of the place, serving up various plates of raw fish wrapped in rice and seaweed to all the patrons seated around it. Now I will be quite honest with you lot: I’ve never seen Aina eat sushi before. I’ve personally had many wonderful times with sushi, and I’ve also heard great horror stories involving sushi, so it was in that moment standing in the parking lot when she recommended we go for sushi that my first brain thought was, “Oh, what a nice place to go for,” but my first dick thought was, “OH GOD, SHE’S TRYING TO KILL ME!!” Needless to say, my dick brought up such a good point that my brain fizzled out for a bit, so much so that I don’t remember walking inside the mall, up to the restaurant, asking the patron for a table for two, and sitting down next to an ever-smiling Aina. By the time I had realized where I was exactly, Aina had already begun reaching for several plates of sushi rolling down the conveyor belt and placed them around her. She looked over at me with that most innocent of smiles and said, “Come on, Freeman, you should get some too!” Well now I was just confused. Was she really giving me that most devilish grin within the parking lot, or was it a trick of the light that had thrown me for such a loop? Perhaps I had been imagining things, there’s no way that she’d recommend a place just for the sake of torturing me…right? Grrrrrowwwwwwllll… At that point, my stomach brought up a good point: I’m too hungry to care! Aina laughed, and I laughed too, and I went right into grabbing some sushi off the conveyor belt. Ahhh, what a smorgasbord of delicious delight! California rolls, shrimp tempura rolls, dragon rolls, rainbow rolls, Louisiana rolls, dynamite shrimp rolls, golden dragon rolls, tiger rolls, Philadelphia rolls, calamari rolls, scallop rolls, Texas rolls, New York rolls, salmon tempura rolls, sashimi rolls, fried dragon tempura rolls, spam tempura rolls, spam and shrimp rolls, spam and calamari rolls, spam and salmon rolls, spam and spam rolls, spammy spam rolls…wait, I think I’m getting off-track. Needless to say, there was lots of sushi there! I ate a few plates of sushi, about four or five plates overall, not too bad. I had stacked up my third plate by the time I looked over to see Aina grabbing her…wait, how tall is that stack?! She had already eaten twice as many as I had, and she was inhaling them even faster than I could even see what it was she was stuffing into her mouth! She must’ve taken note of my staring as she turned to look at me with the strangest smile, mostly cause her cheeks had puffed out with the several rolls she’d stuffed into her mouth. I had to stifle my laughter as I had also pushed a roll into my mouth, and we both just swallowed and chuckled at each other, like we both knew about this big secret and weren’t going to tell anyone else. A few plates later, Aina leaned back with a contented sigh. I hadn’t expected her to eat so much; she’d nearly eaten fifteen - yes, FIFTEEN - plates of sushi, all stacked up by her. I picked up the bill - they charge by the plate at these types of places - and shook my head as I brought the cash out to pay it off. “Uhhhhhh, I shouldn’t have had all that sushi,” Aina moaned as she rubbed her belly. “I didn’t think you’d eat all of that sushi,” I said as I worked out the tip. Aina stuck her tongue out at me. “It’s totally worth it,” she said with a smile. “Cause I’m paying for it, right?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Of courrrrrrrrse~” She leaned over onto me and patted my arm lovingly. I just smiled and kissed her forehead before interrupting her pleasantness with, “Shall we get going?” She looked up and smirked. “Absolutely.” ———— I had to sigh the moment I realized where Aina was taking me. Really, I should’ve known better, considering what we were planning on for the day. But now, here I was facing that moment in my life where I could only sigh. Not a sigh of content or relief, but one of some anxiety for what was to come. Yes, I was literally being dragged by Aina into the lingerie store. Sure Aina was smiling the whole time, but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as the other women in the store looked at me. Some frowned in confusion or perhaps repugnance, others smiled slyly as if they knew I had messed something up and that’s why I was in here. I mean they weren’t wrong, but I didn’t like them looking any more than they liked me being in there looking. “We, uh, we won’t have to be in here long, right?” I whispered to Aina as she perused through some…merchandise. “Don’t worry, we’ll be here just long enough,” she said cryptically, pulling a pair off the shelf and displaying them to me. “What do you think of these?” Aina held up one of those tiger-print panties with the black lace trim surrounding the leg holes. I raised an eyebrow at her, giving her my best “You’re kidding, right?” face. She giggled at that, putting the pair back and saying something like, “Yeah, they’re not my style anyway.” I’d have paid attention to that when another one of my senses started to pick up something. It was a scent of some sort, a distinct scent that differentiated itself strongly from the perfumed spray of the store. It was pungent and raw, something that shouldn’t have been smelled in a store of any kind, let alone a store like this one. I couldn’t quite make out what it was though, as it began to mingle and merge with the scented perfume and waft away into a mildewy mixture. “Hey, you smell that?” “Smell what?” “That weird odor.” “You mean the perfume?” “No, different from the perfume…” I looked over at Aina slowly, an idea suddenly emerging in my mind. She simply looked back at me, the most innocent of looks on her face. Could she smell it, or was it just me? “What about these for me?” This time Aina was holding up a forest-green pair of exotic lace panties, something that completely took my mind off that strange smell from before. Now I was lost in the idea of her sporting those new panties, her butt secured in their tightened embrace. Damn you, male hormones, DAMN YOU!! “Those…look…great…” “I thought you might agree~” Thank you, male hormones, THANK YOU!! “Here, let’s go see what’s over here!” Aina led me again by the hand as I became aware amidst my daydreaming that the other patrons were again staring in my direction. I noticed one particularly elderly woman walk to the stand we were at, then she covered her nose up and gagged, shooting an evil death glare right at me. I smiled sheepishly, not really knowing what to say, but something about her actions made me revisit that thought from earlier. “Hey Aina, about that smell-" And that’s when it hit me again. The smell, I mean, but this time much stronger. Now I could really tell what it reminded me of: rotten fish. I was about to hold my hands up against my nose when Aina snatched them in her hands, looking at me straight in the face. “Boy, Freeman, what did you eat?” she asked strangely, saying it in probably the silliest way she could have. As if she were making no attempt to hide…oh you clever little devil. At that moment, she smiled that same sly grin I had seen in the parking lot, and I understood everything. The sushi, the lingerie, the smell-oh, WOW, that is really strong! And it was all to get back at me for the apartment! She leaned closer to me and whispered, “Hope you like it~” …oh she is good. ssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oh, NOW I can hear it. That familiar hissing of an SBD slipping out, I could finally pick it out amidst the crappy pop music of the hour playing off on the store speakers. And then that scent hit again, it just kept getting stronger too! The rotting fish smell started stacking up as if someone were just tossing them into a big pile in the middle of a city intersection amidst that hot summer’s day - I seem to reference that one a lot, don’t I? Needless to say, it didn’t just smell bad; it smelled really bad. I wasn’t the only one taking note of the increasingly foul odor; seems the other women in the store were pinching their noses and holding up handkerchiefs and coughing and gagging a little, looking around for the source or maybe even the culprit. Some looked over our way as if we were the cause…or rather, that I was the cause. No doubt Aina counted on that, little minx that she is. Aina began to walk around, pulling me along as she kept crop-dusting the store, all the while snatching up a variety of exotic panties. If we hadn’t been walking at such a rapid speed, I’d have sworn the skirt she was wearing was breezing back from her continuous farting. Meanwhile, the other women began to leave the store as quick as they could, buying whatever they needed and running out. Aina kept walking further to the back of the store towards the changing rooms, bringing me along for the…
…no…you wouldn’t!!
I looked at Aina as she looked back, that devilish grin spread out across her face as she pulled me in with her to one of the changing rooms and shut the door. She turned and pushed me down onto the seat in there and leaned towards me, her hands on her knees as she looked right into my face. “You ready for the next one?” she asked. It took me a minute to realize that for the five odd minutes or so we spent walking around the store, she had been releasing one silent but very deadly fart for the entire duration. I gawked a bit at that thought. Or maybe it was the remaining odor sweeping in that I gawked at. Either way, I was gawking as she posed with a slightly bent knee and a straight leg, angling her butt in an attractive way right before-
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What. A. Fart! I could’ve sworn she blew a hole through the panties she was wearing, just from the sound of this moist ripper. It echoed in that little changing room, making it seem far louder than it actually was. I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire store emptied out if it hadn’t already. “Ewwwwwww, Freeman!” Aina called out with a gleeful smile on her face. She stuck that cute little pink tongue of hers out at me again as she angled her butt the other way, switching up the knees and-
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How did it get worse?! I could’ve sworn she’d gotten rid of most of that gas outside the changing room, but now there’s more!! And don’t even get me started on the smell, I swear the rotten fish were shitting out rotten fish that were shitting out more rotten fish! And it’s all getting stacked up high, in a dumpster - it smells like a dumpster filled with rotten fish! On top of all of that, I could swear to you - I SWEAR to you - that skirt fluttered wildly in the noxious breeze exiting her ass. “Come onnnnn, Freeman, give it a rest!” Aina said loudly. “That’s just mean,” I say to her. Aina just laughed at that as she leaned forward onto me, draping her arms on my shoulders and sticking her butt out, releasing a-
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…wow. I mean, wow. Having witnessed Aina’s greatest fart ever and many numerous lesser farts after, I’ve gotta say this was definitely a nice runner-up. An entire minute of this obnoxious noxiousness came roaring out, a heaving moistness dampening the air and trapping us both in a heated box. From the sound of it, it was a good thing we were getting more panties for her. “Kinda glad we’re getting new panties.” Literally saying what I’m thinking. I just patted her on the head and shook my own when we heard a rapping at the door followed by a ragged coughing fit. We looked at each other and back at the door as we heard a strange voice address us. “If you could *cough cough* please *cough* Goddammit…*cough cough coughcoughcough!* The manager requests that you two *cough cough* leave immediately, thank you.” We could hear the person walking away, coughing and cursing to themselves in the meanwhile. Aina looked back at me and smiled. “You’re still paying for the clothes.” ———— So after that painfully awkward moment of standing at the register, with Aina handing over a few pairs of lingerie to the one remaining cashier (brave soul, that one) and I myself bringing out a few bills to pay for it all, all the while being gawked at by the cashier who got into a discussion with Aina over how embarrassing I am to bring around with her sometimes because of my flatulence (you sneaky little-), we finally left the mall happy as clams. We finally returned to the car as the sun set in the distance, entering in on our respective sides. I put the key into the ignition as we closed our doors then stopped and looked over at Aina, a wide grin on my face. “Well played, Aina,” I said. “Well played.” Aina simply grinned and leaned over to one side, pointing her butt at me and-
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…yep. She’s a keeper. |
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