WSC, 2021: The Mall Elf, Part Seven
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2022 6:11 pm
PART SEVEN
To the boys’ credit, they didn’t try to pull a fast one on her.
Alexandra was super nervous as she unlocked the bathroom door. Her knuckles were practically white as her hand kept a death grip on the metal handle, and she had braced herself to yank the door closed the moment she felt any kind of pull coming from the other side. However, all that was waiting for her Alexandra was what she had countered with in the embarrassing negotiations with Sam: two phones, sitting on the floor mere inches from the tile under her bare feet. Since she was bottomless, Alexandra had insisted that she wanted to grab the phones like this; if one of the boys handed them to her, there was a good chance she could be seen through the crack.
Not willing to release her grip on the door, the small, bottomless blonde stuck her foot out and kicked one phone after the other into the bathroom behind her. Blushing at the male whispers, no doubt brought on by the sight of her partially bare leg, Alexandra quickly closed and locked the door without a word.
“So what pose did you choose, Alex?” Sam asked through the door.
Alexandra was about to snap back with how only friends and family called her that, and how she preferred ‘Alexandra,’ but stopped herself when she remembered that ‘Alex’ was the name she had given him. An attempt at anonymity to go with the lie that she was from out of state.
“It’s a surprise, babe,” Alexandra said. She cringed at the impulsive and awkward attempt at flirting. It really was getting to that point where she’d do anything to get out of this humiliating ordeal, “Be patient, okay?”
“You have three minutes, or we flag down a mall cop.”
Alexandra couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or not, but his words had the desired effect. Instead of stalling and perhaps backing out of the deal and trying to use two of their phones as leverage, Alexandra found herself hastily stripping off her bra and cardigan. She had already made her choice. A fully naked picture of herself may be robbing her of her dignity and a bit of innocence to boot, but it also protected her. Even if Sam decided to post it, God forbid, it would just be one nude of millions online. No one would know it was her. A selfie, however, would be a lot more damning.
The logic of her choice didn’t mean the task was easy.
Setting down her clothes and the second phone on the sink, Alexandra flicked up on the dark blue phone’s home screen to access the camera. Flipping it to selfie mode, she positioned the lens until she could see her whole body on the screen. Small breasts, perky from her nudity and the cool bathroom air. And then, below her waist . . .
Alexandra didn’t have much hair down there, and she was also a natural blonde. The few wisps she had might as well be invisible, as they did nothing to protect her modesty from the camera. Could she cross her legs, or throw a hand down there for a teasing pose that just so happened to also preserve at least a shred of dignity? Or would Sam just insist on another try, and end up with two nudes instead of one? Probably the latter.
There was another problem. Alexandra really only had one shot at this. Since she didn’t have Sam’s password, she couldn’t go into the phone and delete a bad attempt. Letting out a heavy sigh, blush darkening as she saw her bare chest rise and fall on the screen, Alexandra didn’t waste another second. Before she could talk herself out of it, she dropped her other arm and captured the first full nude picture she had ever taken of herself. The overhead bathroom light wasn’t exactly forgiving on her bare skin, but it didn’t matter. This was for a pervy boy, not someone she actually wanted to impress.
Though she’d have a few seconds to examine the photo before it disappeared behind the locked screen, Alexandra decided she didn’t want to know. The fewer details about this she remembered, the easier it would be to get over it. So, resisting the urge to chuck Sam’s phone in the toilet and destroy the picture of herself that would forever be in the boy’s possession, she cracked the door again and slid the phone back out.
Alexandra winced in shame and embarrassment the moment the door was latched and locked behind her. She really just did that. Her whole body was bared and immortalized to a boy she didn’t even know. Was it too late to call through the door and take everything back?!
“Sam!” she exclaimed.
“Be patient, babe,” he said, “I’ll give you the password. I just have to zoom in first; riiiight here . . .”
Alexandra tensed up at his words. He was already checking out the photo. Zooming in on what?? Her bare chest, or her crotch? Either way, Sam was the first boy to ever see her fully naked, albeit on a screen. Not only that, but he was teasing her with her own words on top of that. “Sam, please delete it!” she begged. It was HER body. The ‘willing’ picture made so much sense amidst her desperation, until she actually started thinking about the freshman out there walking around with that picture in his phone day in and day out. It was so wrong, and so inappropriate. He was a total stranger, and younger than her too!
He just laughed. “A deal’s a deal, Alex. The password is 1487.”
“I don’t want the password. I want you to delete that picture!”
“You have three minutes with Noah’s phone. Then we flag down a mall cop.”
Alexandra’s jaw dropped a little bit, mostly from opening her mouth and not finding any words. Sam, refusing to give up the naked picture of her. The same time limit, but for something that was way more complicated than her previous task. It wasn’t fair. This whole day wasn’t fair! “Sam-”
“Two minutes, 55 seconds.”
“Okay, okay! I get it.” Alexandra groaned. He was going to keep the picture, and that was that.
She fumbled with the second phone, opting to stay naked for now. The totally bare blonde only had so much time with the phone, versus the unlimited time she had with the two pieces of clothing neatly folded on the sink. Priorities. Alexandra messed up the password the first time around, cursing under her breath. Thankfully, the second attempt gave her access, and Sam hadn’t been lying. A deal’s a deal.
Losing her dignity and modesty for three minutes of cell phone use.
Putting in her best friend’s number, the only ten digits she had memorized aside from her parents’ numbers, Alexandra made the call. One ring. Two. “Come on, Nat,” she muttered. Impatiently tapping her bare thigh as the phone rang, Alexandra realized there was a good chance Natalie would ignore the call simply because it was an unknown number. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.”
The phone kept ringing. Alexandra counted each one, despairing a lot more around ring number five. Surprise, surprise, she ended up going to voicemail. Either Natalie was busy herself during the holiday season, or just wasn’t in the mood to pick up a number not in her contacts. Groaning in frustration, Alexandra hung up. There’s no way she could leave a voicemail that would succinctly describe all this, plus Natalie would be calling Noah if she ended up calling back.
“Two minutes, Alex!” Sam oh so helpfully informed her.
If she ended up taking a nude without it actually getting her anything helpful in return, Alexandra was going to scream. She needed to figure something out, NOW, and the amused boy on the other side of the door wasn’t helping anything.
What to do?
Alexandra had no idea.
To the boys’ credit, they didn’t try to pull a fast one on her.
Alexandra was super nervous as she unlocked the bathroom door. Her knuckles were practically white as her hand kept a death grip on the metal handle, and she had braced herself to yank the door closed the moment she felt any kind of pull coming from the other side. However, all that was waiting for her Alexandra was what she had countered with in the embarrassing negotiations with Sam: two phones, sitting on the floor mere inches from the tile under her bare feet. Since she was bottomless, Alexandra had insisted that she wanted to grab the phones like this; if one of the boys handed them to her, there was a good chance she could be seen through the crack.
Not willing to release her grip on the door, the small, bottomless blonde stuck her foot out and kicked one phone after the other into the bathroom behind her. Blushing at the male whispers, no doubt brought on by the sight of her partially bare leg, Alexandra quickly closed and locked the door without a word.
“So what pose did you choose, Alex?” Sam asked through the door.
Alexandra was about to snap back with how only friends and family called her that, and how she preferred ‘Alexandra,’ but stopped herself when she remembered that ‘Alex’ was the name she had given him. An attempt at anonymity to go with the lie that she was from out of state.
“It’s a surprise, babe,” Alexandra said. She cringed at the impulsive and awkward attempt at flirting. It really was getting to that point where she’d do anything to get out of this humiliating ordeal, “Be patient, okay?”
“You have three minutes, or we flag down a mall cop.”
Alexandra couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or not, but his words had the desired effect. Instead of stalling and perhaps backing out of the deal and trying to use two of their phones as leverage, Alexandra found herself hastily stripping off her bra and cardigan. She had already made her choice. A fully naked picture of herself may be robbing her of her dignity and a bit of innocence to boot, but it also protected her. Even if Sam decided to post it, God forbid, it would just be one nude of millions online. No one would know it was her. A selfie, however, would be a lot more damning.
The logic of her choice didn’t mean the task was easy.
Setting down her clothes and the second phone on the sink, Alexandra flicked up on the dark blue phone’s home screen to access the camera. Flipping it to selfie mode, she positioned the lens until she could see her whole body on the screen. Small breasts, perky from her nudity and the cool bathroom air. And then, below her waist . . .
Alexandra didn’t have much hair down there, and she was also a natural blonde. The few wisps she had might as well be invisible, as they did nothing to protect her modesty from the camera. Could she cross her legs, or throw a hand down there for a teasing pose that just so happened to also preserve at least a shred of dignity? Or would Sam just insist on another try, and end up with two nudes instead of one? Probably the latter.
There was another problem. Alexandra really only had one shot at this. Since she didn’t have Sam’s password, she couldn’t go into the phone and delete a bad attempt. Letting out a heavy sigh, blush darkening as she saw her bare chest rise and fall on the screen, Alexandra didn’t waste another second. Before she could talk herself out of it, she dropped her other arm and captured the first full nude picture she had ever taken of herself. The overhead bathroom light wasn’t exactly forgiving on her bare skin, but it didn’t matter. This was for a pervy boy, not someone she actually wanted to impress.
Though she’d have a few seconds to examine the photo before it disappeared behind the locked screen, Alexandra decided she didn’t want to know. The fewer details about this she remembered, the easier it would be to get over it. So, resisting the urge to chuck Sam’s phone in the toilet and destroy the picture of herself that would forever be in the boy’s possession, she cracked the door again and slid the phone back out.
Alexandra winced in shame and embarrassment the moment the door was latched and locked behind her. She really just did that. Her whole body was bared and immortalized to a boy she didn’t even know. Was it too late to call through the door and take everything back?!
“Sam!” she exclaimed.
“Be patient, babe,” he said, “I’ll give you the password. I just have to zoom in first; riiiight here . . .”
Alexandra tensed up at his words. He was already checking out the photo. Zooming in on what?? Her bare chest, or her crotch? Either way, Sam was the first boy to ever see her fully naked, albeit on a screen. Not only that, but he was teasing her with her own words on top of that. “Sam, please delete it!” she begged. It was HER body. The ‘willing’ picture made so much sense amidst her desperation, until she actually started thinking about the freshman out there walking around with that picture in his phone day in and day out. It was so wrong, and so inappropriate. He was a total stranger, and younger than her too!
He just laughed. “A deal’s a deal, Alex. The password is 1487.”
“I don’t want the password. I want you to delete that picture!”
“You have three minutes with Noah’s phone. Then we flag down a mall cop.”
Alexandra’s jaw dropped a little bit, mostly from opening her mouth and not finding any words. Sam, refusing to give up the naked picture of her. The same time limit, but for something that was way more complicated than her previous task. It wasn’t fair. This whole day wasn’t fair! “Sam-”
“Two minutes, 55 seconds.”
“Okay, okay! I get it.” Alexandra groaned. He was going to keep the picture, and that was that.
She fumbled with the second phone, opting to stay naked for now. The totally bare blonde only had so much time with the phone, versus the unlimited time she had with the two pieces of clothing neatly folded on the sink. Priorities. Alexandra messed up the password the first time around, cursing under her breath. Thankfully, the second attempt gave her access, and Sam hadn’t been lying. A deal’s a deal.
Losing her dignity and modesty for three minutes of cell phone use.
Putting in her best friend’s number, the only ten digits she had memorized aside from her parents’ numbers, Alexandra made the call. One ring. Two. “Come on, Nat,” she muttered. Impatiently tapping her bare thigh as the phone rang, Alexandra realized there was a good chance Natalie would ignore the call simply because it was an unknown number. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.”
The phone kept ringing. Alexandra counted each one, despairing a lot more around ring number five. Surprise, surprise, she ended up going to voicemail. Either Natalie was busy herself during the holiday season, or just wasn’t in the mood to pick up a number not in her contacts. Groaning in frustration, Alexandra hung up. There’s no way she could leave a voicemail that would succinctly describe all this, plus Natalie would be calling Noah if she ended up calling back.
“Two minutes, Alex!” Sam oh so helpfully informed her.
If she ended up taking a nude without it actually getting her anything helpful in return, Alexandra was going to scream. She needed to figure something out, NOW, and the amused boy on the other side of the door wasn’t helping anything.
What to do?
Alexandra had no idea.