Chapter 21: Lounge Escalation

@TealDreamz kept her arm draped firm around Ingrid's shoulders while the group piled out of the booth. Grease from the nuggets stuck to the vinyl seats behind them. Ingrid matched their quick steps past the arcade machines, lights flashing in bursts that caught her neon pink straps under the grip. @PixelPout twisted around mid-stride and snapped a walking-group photo, her phone screen glowing as elbows bumped close.

Ingrid felt the arm weight pull her posture sideways a bit. These girls moved with that easy pack rhythm, like they owned the mall corridors even after dark. Her activewear tugged where @TealDreamz's fingers dug in, right over the shoulder seam that already rode high from the booth squeezes. Ms. Vane stayed quiet in the earpiece for now, which probably meant the transition logged clean so far.

They weaved around a cluster of late-night gamers hunched over cabinets. Coin slots clinked nearby. @GlitterGrip led the way up ahead, her fishnets catching stray neon from the floor strips. Ingrid kept pace though her thighs burned from the compression panels, every step reminding her how the outfit trapped heat from the food court press. The girls chattered about arcade scores, voices overlapping in that teen shorthand that made Ingrid's fake persona click harder.

@GlitterGrip stopped at a plain black door tucked between a pretzel stand and a shuttered jewelry kiosk. She swiped her VIP access card against a subtle reader panel. The lock beeped low, and the door swung into a dim lounge space. Plush sectional couches filled the center under neon mood lighting that shifted slow from purple to teal. Low tables held scattered coasters and half-empty cups from earlier groups.

Ingrid blinked while her eyes adjusted from the brighter mall glare. Velvet ropes sectioned off corners for privacy, but the central cluster stayed open. A mini-bar glowed in one wall with bottled mocktails and fizzers lined up neat. No staff hovered, just automated dispensers that hummed soft when approached.

The group claimed the biggest couch cluster right away. @TealDreamz tugged Ingrid down beside her, thigh pressing direct into thigh once they sank into the cushions. Maya perched on the armrest edge, legs dangling close enough to brush Ingrid's knee. @PixelPout kicked off her sneakers first, tossing them under the table with a thud. Her socks had cartoon prints that peeked out mismatched.

Ingrid settled back, feeling the couch fabric snag light on her activewear. The neon pink top compressed harder now in the seated slump, bust straining visible against the others' looser crops. These slim types noticed touches without the same body bulk, which made every contact land sharper in the infiltration script.

@PixelPout grinned wide from her sprawl. She proposed Truth or Dare to keep the vibe going, already pulling her phone to set a timer app. @GlitterGrip headed straight for the mini-bar, grabbing fizz bottles and a shaker that rattled loud in the quiet space. Mocktails meant no real alcohol, but the fizz promised that bubbly rush for dares.

Ingrid watched them set up, mind ticking through quota angles. Contacts already overflowed from the booth, but this lounge bind could triple profiles if social swaps went deep. Ms. Vane would want full handles, streaks, private stories—everything that mapped their loops.

@GlitterGrip passed around fizzy drinks first, pink liquid bubbling in clear cups. She mixed hers heavy on the glitter syrup that clung to the rim. The group clinked cups quick, sips landing tart on Ingrid's tongue while she scanned room cams. Tiny lenses winked from ceiling corners, feeding whatever mall security looped.

Game kicked off simple. @TealDreamz pointed at Maya perched there. She dared her to chug a full fizzy drink in one go. Maya grabbed her cup without pause, tilting it back fast. Liquid fizzed over as she gulped, one drop spilling down her crop top front. It soaked the white fabric dark in a small patch.

Group cheers erupted right after. Phones came out to capture the spill, flashes popping low in the neon glow. Maya wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, laughing through coughs while the fizz burned her throat. Ingrid joined the cheers, pitching her voice high to match, though her own cup stayed half-touched.

Turn circled quick to @GlitterGrip. She picked truth from Ingrid, leaning forward with elbows on knees. Her question landed direct: favorite thigh spot to touch, no fluff. Ingrid heard Ms. Vane whisper clear in the earpiece right then. Reciprocate boldly. She paused just enough to sell thought, then answered inner curve. Her hand moved to trace @GlitterGrip's knee light over the fishnets, fingers circling once slow.

@GlitterGrip's leg tensed under the touch, then relaxed into it. She nodded approval, eyes locked while the group whooped low. Ingrid pulled back casual, but the earpiece hummed with Ms. Vane's next note on escalation metrics. These girls responded fast to bold reciprocation, profiles confirming the slim demo leaned tactile.

Energy built from there. Phones stayed out, timers reset for each turn. @PixelPout spun the bottle app next, landing on @TealDreamz. She dared her to thigh-touch Ingrid for a full thirty seconds, no breaks. @TealDreamz slid her hand right up Ingrid's inner thigh over the activewear, pressing firm into the neon black panel. Timer ticked loud from @PixelPout's phone propped on the table.

Ingrid held still while pressure built under the hand. Fabric trapped the warmth direct against skin, nerves firing from the booth trace still lingering. She kept her face loose, matching @TealDreamz's gaze steady, though her mind flashed to how the compression amplified every squeeze. Bust throbbed in sympathy from the couch slump, neon top riding edges higher.

Thirty seconds dragged in the dim light. @TealDreamz's fingers kneaded light at the end, testing response before pulling away. Group counted down the last ten loud, cheers hitting peak when timer beeped. Ingrid's thigh tingled hot after, slick now from mocktail spills nearby.

Ingrid's turn came up fast. She dared @PixelPout for a bust comparison, keeping it light per the flirt script. Ms. Vane prompted in the earpiece: measure visually. @PixelPout lifted her crop top edge without hesitation, exposing the flat line under. Ingrid adjusted her own compressed neon top, shifting forward for side-by-side press. Their chests brushed minimal—slim plane against Ingrid's strained bulk.

Phones captured the moment close. @GlitterGrip zoomed in, giggling at the contrast while Maya leaned from the armrest to see. Ingrid felt her bust dominate the frame obvious, compression fighting the press while the girls' flatness stayed carefree. Quota data piled here, body type diffs feeding Ms. Vane's logs direct.

@TealDreamz jumped in next with a group dare. Thigh chain—each touches the next one's thigh in a circle. Hands linked fast under neon light. Ingrid gripped @PixelPout's slim thigh first, squeezing lingering while @PixelPout's reached back to hers. Chain looped around: Maya to @GlitterGrip, then full circle to @TealDreamz closing on Ingrid's other side.

Squeezes exchanged slow, phones recording short clips that buzzed air-drop notifications. Ingrid noted how their grips stayed light, exploratory, unlike the heavier office drills back home. Her activewear slicked under multiple hands now, thighs trapped in the chain's rhythm. Thoughts strayed to her bust again, how the neon squeeze made every body shift a reminder amid their slim presses.

Chain broke after a minute of traded grips. Laughter filled the space, mocktails refilled with more glitter syrup dripping rims. Ingrid's phone vibrated soft from incoming clips, each tagged with handles for later sync.

Post-dares slowed the pace a touch. Ingrid suggested swapping social media then, timing it casual after the thigh buzz. Girls pulled phones out immediate, screens lighting faces in the dim. @GlitterGrip airdropped private stories first, clips from arcade nights and lounge hangs that showed their loops deep. Maya added Snapchat streaks, her entries popping with daily snaps Ingrid would fake-match later.

Profiles secured full now, beyond booth basics. Instagram privates unlocked partial, TikTok follows pinged mutual. Ingrid input fakes reciprocal, heart emojis dotting bios to bind tighter. Ms. Vane's voice crackled praise in the earpiece: quota tripled—elite bind.

Ingrid nodded subtle amid the group plans, keeping her expression locked on the screens. Then Ms. Vane ordered extend overnight for immersion sleepover log, as the girls started hashing details.