She made her secretive glances about the mall--noting as her eye sight shifted left to right whom was either trying to steal nonchalant glances or outright staring open mouth at her; her lips started to turn upright but this was quickly disrupted by an object on her left. With Brandi by her side it couldn't be her who they lusted after--it was always Brandi, that tall bitch.
The word friend needn't apply to these two; yes, they were inseparable but that merely due to the distribution of their social castes, they were the hottest and second hottest girls on campus. And Brandi always let Terry know that she remained number two.
She frowned, her shoe felt tight. 'Fucking heeled boots' she thought 'I hate them, but I have to wear them otherwise I'll look like a midget next to Brandi.' She wanted to stop and adjust them, but giving a furtive glance at Brandi, and tugging her shirt down a little knew this wouldn't be okay. Asking to stop, even to adjust her shoes would bring about a snide remark from Brandi about her being winded, like she didn't know Terry spent hours at the gym staying in shape. She gave another tug at her shirt as it seemed to just keep riding up and up, She'd kill herself if she'd been gaining weight; 'hell' she thought 'I'm killing myself not to gain this weight but I can't ever get as skinny as that bitch. Just once I wish I was the tall sexy leader and she was the one constantly being put down'
This almost set her off into her private fantasy one where she was taller stronger and sexier than Brandi, where Brandi was her number two, her slave even. The thought started to arouse her, to dominate Brandi, mentally physically sometimes even sexually...but she needed to stop. The two friends were approaching their destination, a new clothing store that had just opened up. Wicked Apparel was the hot new store, and though neither Terry or Brandi noticed it the two looked bound to see eye to eye during this trip, at least for the moment