Chapter 20: Thigh Trace

Ingrid set down her nugget. Grease smeared her fingers from the breading. She wiped them quick on a napkin while meeting @TealDreamz's narrowed eyes. "Slim types like you girls drive me wild," she said, pitching her voice coy to match the booth's sticky vibe.

@TealDreamz grinned wide. She slid right into the booth beside Ingrid. Her side pressed firm against Ingrid's activewear-clad hip. The contact sent a jolt through the neon fabric, which already squeezed Ingrid's thighs from the compression design Ms. Vane picked for this drill.

Ingrid registered the warmth first. Then the pressure built as @TealDreamz stayed put. These girls moved fast in their casual way, like touch meant nothing serious yet everything at once. Ingrid kept her face relaxed, though her mind flashed to the earpiece waiting for Ms. Vane's take on this shift.

@TealDreamz slipped her hand under the table. Fingertips traced a flirtatious circle on Ingrid's inner thigh. The touch landed light at first, then firmer, circling slow over the reflective black panel that hugged her leg. Ingrid felt the neon pink stretch taut under the motion, every nerve firing because Ms. Vane stressed how these demographic tests measured physical availability signals.

Heat spread from the spot. Ingrid's activewear amplified it, trapping the sensation against her skin. She wondered if @TealDreamz noticed the subtle tremor in her leg, the one from holding the persona without cracking. These slim types embodied the target profile so cleanly, all lean lines and easy confidence that made Ingrid's own bust strain feel twice as obvious in the booth.

@PixelPout giggled loud from across the table. @GlitterGrip joined in, the sound sharp over the food court's chatter. They pulled out their phones at the same time. Flashes popped as they snapped photos of the booth scene, capturing @TealDreamz's lean-in and Ingrid's nugget plate like this made some viral moment.

Ingrid blinked against the lights. The girls angled their screens for better shots, elbows bumping the platter. A star fry rolled off toward Ingrid's side, landing sticky on the vinyl. She ignored it, focusing instead on how the photos locked in the interaction for whatever social loops these teens chased.

Ms. Vane's voice crackled soft in the earpiece. "Perfect escalation hook—reciprocate now for group bind." Ingrid heard the approval clear, laced with that clinical edge from training sessions. She shifted her leg deliberate, pressing back against @TealDreamz's hand to signal interest without overplaying.

The pressure met hers. @TealDreamz's fingertips paused, then resumed circling with more intent. Ingrid suggested exchanging contacts all around, keeping her tone casual like this flowed natural. "We should all link up before these nuggets get cold."

@TealDreamz pulled out her phone first. She opened the contact app under the table. The screen glowed dim against her lap as she handed it over. Ingrid took it, fingers brushing again in that practiced way from quota drills.

Typing the fake number went smooth. Ingrid entered it quick, adding a heart emoji next to her listed name to fit the flirt script. She passed the phone back under the table, feeling @TealDreamz's hand linger near her thigh during the handoff. The booth felt smaller now, walls of vinyl closing in with the girls' energy.

Ingrid passed her own company-issued phone next. She unlocked it for the others to input theirs. @PixelPout grabbed it first, leaning across with her blue-streaked hair falling forward. Her thumbs flew over the keys, adding her handle and a quick bio line about her fave arcade games.

@GlitterGrip took the phone after. She snapped her own profile pic during the exchange, tilting her head for that perfect angle on her mesh top. Ingrid watched the process, noting how each girl customized the entry—emojis for @PixelPout, a glitter filter on the pic for @GlitterGrip. These details would feed Ms. Vane's demographic logs later.

Maya hovered at the booth's edge still. She craned in to see the phones, ponytail swinging. Ingrid caught her eye, remembering the first contact from the play zone. Maya added herself too when the phone circled back, her entry basic but eager.

@TealDreamz proposed group selfies then. She pulled everyone close with arms around Ingrid's shoulders. The motion tugged Ingrid's activewear straps, making the neon pink ride up her arms. Girls piled in tight, slim bodies pressing against Ingrid's bust for the clustered shots.

Ingrid felt the contrast sharp. @TealDreamz's side molded to her hip again, while @PixelPout's arm draped casual over one shoulder. Their chests brushed light—flat and free compared to Ingrid's squeeze. The activewear fought the pressure, fabric digging into her cleavage with each lean-in.

Phones clicked rapid. @GlitterGrip angled high for overheads, her fishnets scraping the booth edge. Laughter bubbled as they checked screens, deleting blurry ones and reshooting. Ingrid smiled through it, though her mind tallied the extra contacts piling beyond quota—seven now, maybe eight if Maya stuck.

The selfies dragged a bit. @TealDreamz kept her arm firm around Ingrid, fingers drumming light on her shoulder. Ingrid's thigh still tingled from the under-table trace, the circle pattern burned in even after the hand pulled away for poses. She wondered how much the black surveillance domes caught from the food court ceiling.

Ms. Vane stayed quiet in the earpiece during shots. Ingrid figured that meant green light on the bind forming. These girls latched quick, their slim frames weaving into the interaction like the protocol predicted. Demographic gold, Ms. Vane would say later.

They broke the huddle after ten shots. @PixelPout scrolled her gallery, zooming on one where Ingrid's reflective panels caught the flash just right. "This one's fire," she said, airdropping it around. Ingrid's phone buzzed with incoming files, each tagged with handles.

@GlitterGrip popped another fry, dipping it heavy in glitter sauce. She offered one to Ingrid across the table, eyes playful. Ingrid took it, chewing slow to buy time while scanning the new pics mentally. Her bust dominated frames, the neon pink straining obvious next to their casual crops.

The platter emptied fast under their picking. Dino nuggets vanished, crowns of spun sugar melting sticky on plates. Ingrid pushed her plate back a fraction, the vinyl grabbing at her activewear. Sitting this long made the compression ache build in her chest, a reminder of why Ms. Vane chose this outfit for infiltration.

@TealDreamz leaned in closer during a lull. Her breath brushed Ingrid's ear as she whispered about a follow-up arcade run. Ingrid nodded along, reciprocating with a light touch to @TealDreamz's knee under the table. The move echoed the thigh trace, keeping the escalation balanced per protocol.

Maya jumped in then, suggesting they rate each selfie. The group scrolled together, phones bumping. Ingrid laughed at their picks, filing away preferences—@PixelPout favored high-contrast filters, @GlitterGrip ones with sparkle overlays. Quota overflow meant richer data, worth the booth's growing stuffiness.

A minor snag hit when @GlitterGrip's phone slipped from the sticky vinyl. It skidded toward Ingrid's lap. She caught it mid-slide, handing it back with a grin. No big deal, but the fumble drew more giggles, tightening the group's vibe.

Ms. Vane broke silence once. "Log their filter habits—ties to visual compliance metrics." Ingrid committed details to memory while posing for another round. The earpiece itched under her hair, sweat building from the press of bodies.

Selfies piled up twenty deep. Girls rotated positions, @PixelPout squeezing beside Ingrid now. Her choker pressed cool against Ingrid's arm. The slim hip-to-hip contact differed from @TealDreamz's bolder style, but both fed the bind Ms. Vane wanted.

Ingrid's thoughts drifted to her own body mid-pose. These girls embodied the slim ideal without effort, while her activewear turned every shift into a spectacle. The bust compression throbbed, heightened by their casual leans. Shame mixed with the required arousal state from training.

@TealDreamz steered back to types after pics. She traced another quick circle on Ingrid's thigh, hidden casual. "So slim drives you wild—prove it with a lounge hang?" Ingrid pressed back again, the fabric slick now from sauce smudges.

The booth vinyl creaked under weight shifts. Ingrid calculated angles for Ms. Vane's view—food court domes likely zoomed on thighs. Protocol demanded reciprocation without breaking immersion, so she kept the leg contact steady.

@PixelPout chimed in with lounge deets, naming a spot past the arcade with VIP teen access. @GlitterGrip nodded fast, already mapping it on her phone. Maya tagged along verbal, ponytail bobbing as she leaned over the table.

Contacts finalized during talk. Ingrid synced them all, fake number distributed clean. Extra handles meant bonus logs, the kind that padded evaluations. Ms. Vane would dissect each later, praising the overachievement.

The invitation dropped natural from @TealDreamz. "Private mall lounge for more fun." Ms. Vane approved extension via earpiece as Ingrid nodded compliance, her thigh tingling under ongoing surveillance.