JahQuelle’s Directions to Dinner

Usually a shopping trip at the downtown shopping plaza was something that JahQuelle enjoyed doing on her weekend, after a long week of work.Then again usually she wasn't doing the shopping alone. Today her cousin Trinique, had called before their trip and cancelled their plans mentioning something about bad indigestion from an acquaintance lingering from the previous night. After a short consideration JahQuelle threw on a pair of jeans and crop top tee deciding to head out to the shopping center on her own. If nothing else at least she’d be out of house.

As she moved from shop to shop she soon found herself sitting on a bench watching other patrons of the plaza go about their business apparently discovering cute outfits that JahQuelle must've been blind to. Every store she went to either had the same ol’ same ol’ or just had outfits that tried too hard to be edgy. As she brooded on how much the mall, her sister and everything in the world sucked her stomach growled reminding her being hungry also sucked. Standing up to trudge to the food court for a sugary snack before heading back home, JahQuelle saw exactly what she even didn’t know she was looking for.

A beautiful, slim bronze toned woman with long black hair was wandering the shopping center apparently very lost, looking down at her cellphone and then looking up and around at the stores and signs with a confused look on her face. She wore a lovely blazing cherry red two-piece skirt and top combo that looked like something out of a Vogue magazine. Sudden jealous envy bubbled in the pit of JahQuelle’s stomach and her hunger gurgled with it. A moment later Jaquelle was striding across the plaza towards the woman, intent on quelling both discomforts very soon. 

“Hi Miss. You look lost, if you don’t mind me saying so. Can I help you with somethin’?” JahQuelle said with a pearly white and pleasant smile.

“Oh, Yaes. I no speak engleis well. I try to find bano. Eh...Bathroom!” the brazilian woman said in broken english, clearly relieved at the offered assistance. It wasn't until now that JahQuelle realized the lady was hopping from foot to foot.

“Oh the bathroom. Yes know where it is. Follow me.” JahQuelle’s smile broadened as she led the woman by the hand, the both of them power walking to the the restroom on the farthest side of the shopping plaza. The bathroom furthest away and more secluded. This couldn't have worked out any better if she had planned it out for days. 

After a few minutes of walking they made it to the restroom in the sparsely populated area of the shopping center. As soon as JahQuelle pointed out the restroom, the woman ran ahead dashing into the small restroom. JahQuelle heard the stall slam and the words “Meu Deus!” as she caught the door and silently entered behind the woman. As the woman handled her business in the stall, JahQuelle quietly checked the other stalls and once she was sure the two of them were alone, she slid a convenient door latch locking entrance from inside. Then tiptoeing she went into the farthest stall and waited for the woman to finish.

The brazilian woman walked out a short while later with a huff of relief and turned on the faucet to wash her hands. It was then JahQuelle slipped out of her stall and snuck up behind the oblivious woman. As she approached the Brazilian woman glimpsed JahQuelle in the mirror and turned with a thankful smile. That smile turned to a grimace shock as JahQuelle’s mouth yawned, opening incredibly wide as the woman was confronted with the dark depths of the hungry girl’s  throat. Tackling her prey, JahQuelle made quick work of devouring the woman slurping her down and systematiclly strippign her of her lovely red outfit. The woman squirmed, struggled and cursed many words in her lovely portuguese tongue. JahQuelle’s tongue on the other hand licked and tasted her body as she swallowed the delicious brazilian woman down whole, alive and now naked.  

“Wow lady, you sure have *Bwourp*... great taste.” JahQuelle said admiring her new slightly-used skirt and top chuckling at her double ente. Her gargantuan stomach shifted about churning from the struggling feisty woman within. Unable to contain her excitement JahQuelle began stripping, eager to try on her new outfit. Ten minutes and countless grunts and curses later she emerged from the bathroom in all of her engorged satiated magnificence. 

JahQuelle waddled proudly across the plaza towards the parking lot, her massively swollen belly swinging and bobbing with each step, and gurgling loudly. Thinking of how jealous Trinique would be at how hot she looked in her new outfit she considered swinging by her cousin’s house just to show it off for a bit. As she passed one of the designer clothing shops JahQuelle was so lost in thought and in such a giddy mood about her new outfit and her happily stuffed belly,  she didn't notice a flamboyantly dressed man and a distraught modeling agent with a cellphone pressed to the side of her face as he whined about the the missing model who apparently absconded with the designer merchandise she was supposed to be modeling. In the remote bathroom across the shopping plaza, a discarded cell phone buzzed unheard on the side of the sink.

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