After putting on the baggiest, most unrevealing clothes you have- you still look a little bit strange. Your biggest shirt hardly covers your monstrous breasts, and you have midrift going all the way up your tummy, just barely stopping before the point where the shirt would be completely worthless. Because of this, you need to pull your sweatpants even higher up your wide hips to your waist to cover the green parts of your stomach. And because of that, you- well, there's a bit of skin that's uncovered between the top of your socks and the bottom of your pants.
Basically, you look like a moron. A bombshell moron, but your outfit kind of diminishes that factor. You're going to change that though, just as soon as you get to the mall, and just as soon as you get security in the palm of your hand. Really, anything could go wrong here and having someone that works for you watching the cameras, "misplacing" footage and not reporting strange events to the authorities, could totally end up saving your ass. And probably will.
You get in your car, head against the roof, and drive to the mall.
When you get to the mall, you start to make your way to the security room. This would be an exhausting affair if you didn't know exactly where it was, but fortunately, you do. A couple months back you and your friends hid in the trash until night, so you could roam the mall while it was empty- maybe break some glass and set off some alarms. You were caught before you could do any of that, but the guy who caught you was Buster. Buster is your friend now.
"Sooooo, a little break-in we've got here huh?" The security guard walks towards the three of you, his features are made unrecognisable by the bright light shining in your face, but from his voice you get the impression that he lives in the city rather than out in the suburbs like you and your pals.
"Fuck", Erik mutters under breath while Jane groans. You explain to the guard that you only hid in the trash.
"Oh I know you didn't do nothin' wrong. If you did, the alarm would've went off. Although I suppose it wouldn't've if you knew what you were doin', but from the looks of ya- ya don't. I'm just messin' with you is all"
Jane sneers at the man hatefully, "So what're you gonna do punk?"
"Well I think I'm gonna show you the room where I creep on everybody and then I'll show you out", he pauses, "If ya want. The first one I mean. Second one is part of the job"
You bicker amongst yourselves for a moment before Erik speaks up, "Yeah that's cool with us"
You follow the man through the dark halls as he navigates you through a winding story about how he got his new car. You're all on the edges of your metaphorical seats by the time he gets to the door to the security room.
"So you remember Jeff, from earlier right? Well this guy-"-
You open the door. Surprise surprise, Buster is on duty for watching the cameras today. Its not like he keeps you up to date on all the times he has work so the two of you can slack off and listen to the mall radio together. No, a man like this would never do something exactly like that, he'd probably bring gummy worms and not let you have any unless if you told him a good story. And when you're finished he'll have eaten all the gummy worms and have a story of his own to tell you in return. Buster. God damn Buster. This door is always unlocked, you never have to knock.
You manage to get pretty close to him before he starts to rally off an hour long tirade on all the benefits of not scaring the shit out of him. But before he can do that he regains his composure and tells you with an annoyed look, "Ey lady, you can't be here, not unless you've got some good shit on the hair cutters. They're always- MMmmph!"
You cut him off short as you slap your hand over his mouth and sink your fangs into his neck. Latex courses through his bloodstream and into his brain and you start to speak to him directly through the rubbery medium. You get off of him.
"Woooahh! I didn't recognize you! Yeah, do whatever ya want as long as nobody's lookin, I'm only doin' this 'cause I'm your friend though. Also 'cause you're in my head. And because you're hot as fuuuuck", you stop him before he can go off on all the ways he wants you to bang him.
You go to an almost empty clothes store and put on some black silk gloves that reach down nearly to your elbows. You pay for them at the register.