Camille had long, straight, blonde hair which went down to the middle of her back. I thought, at the time, that she looked like Marcia Brady from the television show, except her face seemed a bit rounder.
I looked at Camille, trying to imagine what it would be like if she were to go out with me. Of course, the difference in our ages meant that she probably wouldn’t even give me the time of day, right?
Ahh, but I had my trusty roll of lucky tickets!
I looked around the store, which was still quite crowded. I couldn’t approach Camille without rousing a lot of attention.
I decided to bide my time.
I walked around the store, looking at albums, and finally left the store, and found an empty bench across the hallway in the mall. I sat down, waiting for Camille to leave the store.
The three girls looked around quite a lot in the 45 singles section. I could see them talking, but was far enough away from them not to be able to hear their conversation.
After about fifteen minutes, the girls left the record store. I watched them walk, still talking among themselves. They entered a lingerie shop.
I felt my heart drop. I know how much girls like to spend time in clothing stores, but to most teenage boys, a lingerie shop was considered off-limits.
I decided to at least find another bench closer to where the girls were, and luckily, there was one opposite the store that was empty.
As I approached the bench, I glanced inside the lingerie shop. The three girls were in there, of course. There was also an older woman at the cashier stand. Aside from that, the store was empty.
Since the store was mostly empty, I realized that this could be my golden opportunity. But how would I get in? I just knew that the old lady would look at me suspiciously if I so much as set a foot inside.
An idea hit me, and I smiled to myself.
I strode purposely into the shop, and went straight to the cashier, making sure that I didn’t pay attention to the bras and other items of intimate feminine clothing out in plain sight.
"Excuse me, miss," I asked the lady.
As expected, her forehead crinkled as she looked at me disapprovingly.
I didn’t give her a chance to object. "Here," I said, producing a ticket. "Have a ticket."
"You have one wish," the lady intoned.
I quickly looked around the store, but the three girls seemed not to have noticed my presence. So far, so good.
"You will totally ignore my presence in this store, or anything that happens, until such time as I leave, and will completely forget that I was even here," I instructed the cashier.
"Your wish is my command," she said in a monotone.
Groovy!
I eyed the three girls, looking like a starving man that had just been invited to a feast.
The girls were absorbed in whatever they were looking at, and didn’t notice me until I was just about upon them.
They looked at me, wondering what a young teenage boy was doing in a lingerie shop.
Before they had a chance to say anything, I produced my roll of tickets and handed one to each of them. They each told me that I had one wish.
"The three of you are madly in love with me. You think that I am the sexiest person on the face of the earth, and you’ll do anything to please me. You will also obey anything I tell you to do until midnight."
"Your wish is my command," the three of them said at once.
I smiled.
Once again, the three girls looked at me, but now their confused looks changed into looks of desire. I was very pleased by their change in attitude.
"Do I know you?" asked one of the girls with Camille. "I’m Patty, by the way."
"Hello, Patty," I said.
"I’m Camille," said Camille, not wishing to be ignored.
"I’m Wendy," said the third girl.
I looked at the items that the three girls were looking at before I arrived. "Purchasing bras?" I asked.
The three girls turned beet red, and then nodded.
"Hmmm," I said, giving them a leer that was worthy of Groucho Marx. The girls reddened even more.
I shrugged, and then turned to leave. I was curious as to what they would do, given their orders.
"Wait," called out Camille behind me.
I stopped and turned. "Yes?"
"Where are you going?"
"Home, I guess," I lied. "I thought I saw somebody I knew in here, but I think I was mistaken." Once again, I turned to leave.
"Wait!" came the third girl’s voice. "I think I know you! I’m Wendy. You go to the high school?"
I smiled. "Nope. Junior high." Yet again, I turned.
I wondered what the girls would do. They were madly in love with me, and wanted me to stay, but if I did, their friends would know that they were hanging around with a younger kid from the junior high.
"I know you," said Camille, softly. "You’re Jim, and you have a sister named Meredith. Right?"
Step-sister, but I let that slide. People whose parents hadn’t remarried didn’t always know the difference. I was impressed, though. Camille did seem to know who I was. I simply nodded.
"I used to baby sit you when you were younger. Your mother was married to somebody else, though."
Camille had baby sat me? I tried to search my mind, but had no recollection of that.
"Maybe," I said.
"I have an older sister named Debbie, and I would occasionally sit with her," Camille offered by way of explanation.
"Oh," I said. I remembered Debbie vaguely. I knew Camille by sight, but had forgotten about her older sister, Debbie. "I think I remember that! Nice to see you again!" I shrugged and turned to leave.
"I know where you live," Camille called after me. "Would you like a ride home?"
Camille’s two friends were looking daggers at her. She didn’t know it, but they were also madly in love with me, and were just a bit miffed at Camille having some sort of inside track with me.
"You have a car?" I asked.
"Wendy does," Camille admitted. Wendy brightened up at this, finding herself rising in stature more.
"You mind taking me for a ride, Wendy?" I asked.
Wendy flashed me a sexy smile. "Shouldn’t be a problem."
"You don’t mind driving a kid from the junior high?" I teased.
"Of course, I don’t," Wendy lied.
"Fine. You buyin' anything here?" I asked.
The girls blushed again, and shook their heads. Patty answered, "We were really just lookin'."
I gave the three girls another Groucho-type leer and flicked an imaginary cigar. "So was I," I joked, making a pointed effort to stare at each of their chests.
The girls responded with nervous laughter.
We walked out into the mall. As I left, I noticed the cashier shaking her head, as if coming out of a trance.
When I had first entered the lingerie shop, I had an idea that I would have the girls model all the panties and bras. It occurred to me that this might draw some unwanted attention from other customers that might walk in. I didn’t really like to live dangerously.
Instead, I found myself just wanting to get out of the store; I wanted to spend time with at least one of the girls with more privacy. Camille’s offer to drive me seemed a good idea.
I noticed that the three girls jostled to get closest to me. It was quite funny to me, the girls were rubbing their breasts on my body, trying to get my attention.
We were out in the parking lot, and Wendy found her car. It was a Datsun, I believe — probably a 240-Z, although it could have been a 280-Z. I do remember that it didn’t have much room in the back.
Wendy opened the car, and Camille hopped behind the driver’s side into the back seat. I think she had hoped that I would be the other back seat passenger, giving her a chance to put some moves on me.