Bimbo Unlocked (3/?)

The click of Misty’s heels echoed softly against the polished tile as she followed alongside Samantha through the mall. Whenever Samantha spotted a cute dress, a flirty little skirt, or a pair of strappy heels in a shop window, she’d give Misty’s arm a playful tug and coo, “Ooooh, we’re going in here.”

Misty would giggle—giggle—and follow her inside without hesitation, the snug denim shorts hugging her hips and drawing more than a few curious glances. Matt, trapped somewhere deep in the back of Misty’s pretty little head, wanted to die. This was insane. Samantha wasted no time plucking dresses, skirts, crop tops, and heels from the racks, ushering Misty toward the fitting rooms again and again until it felt like she’d tried on half the store.

Anytime Misty stepped out in something really cute, Samantha’s eyes lit up and she’d gush, “Oooo, you have to get that one.” And Matt—helpless inside—could only watch in horror as Misty obediently reached for his card, the chip reader chirping again and again. With every new outfit, every pair of heels, Matt was beginning to get concerned—very concerned—over what he’d be doing with all of these outfits.

The real kicker came three stores later. Samantha held up a short, pleated plaid skirt in shades of lavender and pink, a fitted lilac tee, and a pair of matching 5-inch wedges. “Ohhh, Misty, you have to try this on—it’s literally made for you.”

Matt groaned inwardly—great, another one.

Five minutes later, Misty twirled out of the fitting room, the skirt fluttering scandalously high over her thighs, the soft tee completing the look perfectly. Samantha’s delighted, “Oh my god, you’re wearing that out of the store,” was all it took—Misty was already handing Matt’s card over to the cashier.

They stepped out of the shop, Misty beaming, her new skirt swishing with every step. Her glossy hair bounced over her shoulders as Samantha looped an arm through hers. Matt was horrified—painfully aware of how short the skirt was, little glimpses of his ass peeking out with each teasing step, the soft clack of his wedges syncing perfectly with the sway of his hips.

They passed a nail salon, and Samantha slowed, her lips curling into a devilish little grin. “Ohhh, Misty, this is perfect—we have to get our nails done. C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

Matt panicked. What?! Nails? No way. Absolutely not. But Misty? Misty lit up instantly. “Ooo, yes, please!” she squealed, clapping her hands as Matt felt his body turn toward the salon.

Misty slid into the salon chair with a happy little sigh, settling in as the tech gently took her hands. One by one, each nail was lengthened and shaped into a neat almond shape. A glossy nude base was brushed on, finished with perfect white tips. A matching pedicure followed, her toes gleaming prettily under the soft light.

When they were done, Misty held her hands up, her eyes going wide as she slowly lifted them, angling them to admire every delicate curve of the fresh French tips. “Oh my god, they’re so pretty… I love them,” she breathed, a dreamy little smile curling her lips as she carefully brushed one nail over another, savoring the smooth, flawless finish.

Deep inside, Matt winced. How the hell was he supposed to get these off?

From there, Samantha led her to a little café tucked into the corner of the mall. They both ordered iced caramel lattes crowned with a swirl of whipped cream, caramel ribbons dripping lazily down the sides. Sliding into their seats, Misty crossed her legs at the knee without thinking, the hem of her skirt creeping higher to bare just a little more thigh. She took a slow sip, her fresh manicure standing out against the cool plastic cup.

Samantha took a slow sip from her straw, then set her cup down with a grin. “God, this is so much fun—we’re definitely doing this again.”

Matt felt a tight, sinking feeling in his gut, helpless as Misty bounced in her seat, her whole face lighting up in a bright, giddy smile. “Oh my god, yes! I’d love that!”

Then Samantha’s smile took on a mischievous edge as she leaned in, lips curling. “Sooo… Ethan. You like him, don’t you?”

Matt froze. No. Absolutely not. What the hell kind of question—

But Misty… Misty’s nails fidgeted against her cup, her cheeks turning pink. She sipped quickly, eyes darting away. “He… is kinda cute…”

Matt’s thoughts exploded. WHAT?!

A knowing smile tugged at Samantha’s lips, and she leaned in just slightly, her words dripping in a playful coo. “I thought so… I think you two would look sooo cute together. I think I’ll set up a little date…”

Matt’s thoughts spun in a frantic whirl, panic tightening around him like a vice, but Misty just bit her lip, a shy little smile creeping across her face as she stirred her drink.