4 comments/ 41062 views/ 11 favorites Girl's Day Out By: Barn_owl Six months ago my good friend Amy went through a messy divorce. She was having a really rough time at first, depressed and crying a lot. Jill, one of our close girlfriends, and I felt that Amy needed to get her out of her house, so we began organizing "girl's day out" dates. The three of us would get together, usually once a week, at one of the local malls and grab some lunch. We'd talk and vent and sometimes shop. Amy's rough stretch didn't last very long though and as she came out of her funk, her whole attitude toward life changed. It was like she'd been un-caged. I've known Amy for many years and I've always thought of her as beautiful. Before the divorce though, like with so many of us thirty-something mothers, she'd let the demands of life and family take their toll on her, both physically and mentally. After the divorce she joined a gym, started eating better and after a while began dressing more stylishly. Looks aren't everything, but most of us know that when we look good we feel good. The slimmed-down and sexier Amy walked and talked with confidence. She laughed and smiled more easily; she seemed more alive. The change was remarkable and I have to admit that I was a little bit jealous. The purpose and dynamic of our girl dates changed along with Amy. They became more about Jill and me experiencing the single life again through Amy and less about Amy needing a shoulder to cry on. I remember the afternoon when Jill and I listened intently as Amy recounted, in lurid detail, her first post-divorce sexual encounter. The three of us had shared sexual secrets and fantasies before, but something about the rawness of that story affected me. It awakened something in me that I hadn't felt in years. I rushed home after that girl date and brought myself to orgasm three times with my vibrator. Later that night, when the kids were in bed, I practically raped my husband. When Jill and I talked the following day she confessed that, like me, she'd been so excited by Amy's story that she'd masturbated when she got home. I know Amy knew what kind of effect she was having on us and I think she enjoyed it. As the months progressed Amy's exploits became more and more outrageous. I looked forward to hearing each new tale, but some of them were truly unbelievable. Jill and I suspected that she was embellishing them just to get more of a reaction from us. One afternoon while we were all at lunch, Jill scoffed and called "bull-shit" on one of Amy's more scandalous stories about a young latin bartender and what he'd done with a shot-glass. Amy's reaction to the rebuff was not what I expected. She seemed genuinely hurt that we might think she'd been exaggerating things. "Do you guys really think I'm making this stuff up?" Amy asked. Jill and I avoided eye contact with her. Neither of us wanted to hurt her feelings further, but neither of us could say with a straight face that we believed her either. "You do think I'm lying." Amy said. "Amy it's just that---"I began but Amy cut me off. "I swear I've never made any of the stuff I've told you guys up." Amy's voice was imploring. "Things are different today than they were when we were in college. Or maybe I'm the one that's different, I don't know. All I know is that before, guys never responded to me the way they do now." It was undeniable that Amy had become sexy in a way that she hadn't been before. Even still, some of her stories were just ridiculous; like she'd taken them straight from the pages of a trashy paperback. "All I needed was a little confidence and to start putting myself out there. Once I'd done that, I realized that I really held all the power. And girls, it's not just me. You guys could do these things I'm telling you about just as easily. Listen, if an attractive woman shows a guy even a little attention, it's like he turns back into an adolescent. Men can't help themselves." When she put it that way I began to doubt my doubts. Men were just grown-up boys after all and a lot of Amy's stories would have been right at home in a teenage boy's overactive imagination. "I'll show you how easy it is." Amy said getting up from the table. Jill and I exchanged worried glances, but we got up and followed her out of the food court and through the mall. "Where are we going?" I asked. "You'll see, just bare with me for a minute." Amy replied. She led us into the Nordstrom's where we casually strolled from department to department. When we got to the men's suit area Amy stopped and turned to us. "Okay, see that salesman over there?" Jill and I both nodded. The salesman was a good looking kid, with dark hair, probably in his early twenties. "I've never met him before, but I'll bet you both that I can get him to go down on me right here in the store." Amy said. "Are you crazy?" Jill squealed. "What are we even doing in here? Let's go." I was skeptical too; it was a big claim, but I was also curious, and I wanted to see what Amy could do. "What are we betting?" I asked. "I don't know. We can figure that out later. Here's the plan. I'll go talk to the salesmen. While I've got him distracted, you two sneak into the dressing room and hide in the stall furthest from the entrance." "This is crazy." Jill said again. We watched from behind a rack as Amy went and engaged the salesman in conversation. The store was pretty deserted and he seemed happy to have somebody to help. Before long he and Amy were laughing. I could see Amy flirting with him, lightly touching him on the shoulder and leaning in close. Grabbing Jill by the arm, I slalomed through the racks of suits and into the men's dressing room. I felt a little rush as we entering the dressing room. It felt so naughty to be sneaking into a place we weren't supposed to be. Bending down, I checked to see if we were alone in the dressing room. When I was certain that we were I pulled Jill into the farthest stall. We stood in the center of the changing room smiling and giggling under our breaths like two schoolgirls. We didn't have to wait long before we heard feet shuffling down the corridor toward us. I heard Amy whisper to the salesman, "No this one" just before the door to the stall next to the one we were hiding in opened. Amy and the salesman entered the stall and locked the door behind them. Loud sloppy kissing began immediately. Oh I remembered those days, I thought. Then I heard a belt being unclasped followed by a zipper. "Don't worry honey we'll get to that. But first I need you to warm me up." Amy cooed to her salesman. Jill and I smiled at one another then got down on the floor so that we could look under the divider. Amy's panties were on the floor and I could tell from the way her feet hung in midair that she was sitting on the little bench with her legs up and spread. The salesman's shoes had been kicked off and his pants were bunched around his ankles. As we watched he squatted down giving us a nice view of his firm ass and tanned muscular thighs. I was disappointed that he hadn't ditched his tighty whities before squatting down though. His position made it obvious that he had his face buried between Amy's thighs. So we had audio confirmation of what was going on because the salesman ate pussy as noisily as he kissed. He must have been decent at it though, because before long Amy began to moan. Jill punched me lightly on the shoulder. I was a little annoyed at her interruption but the look on her face was priceless. "Oh my god!" She mouthed silently. "I can't even get my husband to do that." I smiled back and nodded my agreement. Within a few minutes Amy's breaths were coming in short ragged bursts, and I knew she was getting close to climax. When she came her convulsing body shook the bench seat and rattled the partition between the stalls. It was amazing how well she controlled herself. If that had been me the whole store would have heard me cum. "Oh god you're good at that." Amy told the salesman, still out of breath. "Your turn stud. Why don't you get behind me." Amy stood up and bent over at the waist, supporting herself with her hands on the bench. The salesman wasted no time taking her from behind. The rhythmic slap, slap of flesh on flesh began and the sweet musty smell of sex began to permeate the air. I could feel my pussy getting aroused and I wanted desperately to play with her, but Jill was in the stall with me. I looked over to where Jill had been, but she was no longer on the floor next to me. She was sitting on the bench with one hand down the front of her jeans and the other tweaking a nipple through her blouse. The denim fabric over her mound moved and heaved as her fingers worked her pussy furiously in tight circles. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was halfway open, stuck in a silent scream. I'd only seen another woman masturbate in dirty movies before. It surprised me how different Jill's technique was from my own and how turned on I was getting from seeing her play with herself. The sound of balls slapping against pussy in the stall next-door began to slow and the salesman's grunts got louder. I looked back under the partition but the real action was out of my sight line. I wanted a better view, so I lowered my head right down to the floor and inched as close to the partition as I dared. From the reflection in the other stall's mirror, I could see a side view of Amy's body. Her sundress was gathered up on her back and her flawless hips and ass were exposed. The young stud had a tight grip on her hips and his bareback cock was disappearing into her from behind over and over again. Each time he withdrew his veined shaft glistened with their combined juices and each time he slammed back into her, Amy's whole body rocked forward. The salesmen's legs tensed and with one final thrust he buried his cock as far as it would go. He exhaled as he held his pelvis tight against Amy's ass cheeks for several long moments, filling her with cum. When he pulled out of her kitty, a large glob of spent cum dripped from between her spread legs and onto the floor. It was the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed. I couldn't savor the sight for long though, because on the bench next to me, Jill began to cum and she wasn't nearly as discreet as Amy had been. Jill howled and dropped the F-bomb as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. With the relative silence of the fitting room shattered the salesman panicked. He sputtered and swore and nearly fell over. "It's okay." Amy tried to tell him. "It's just my friends." She was laughing so hard while she said it though, that it didn't do anything to calm the poor kid. He rushed from the fitting rooms with his shoes in hand. That night I would have done just about anything my husband asked, sexually at least. But for all his complaining about not getting it enough, he never takes advantage of me when I want him too. It's frustrating. In the end I had to practically force him to fuck me, and even then he was only good for one ride. I finished myself of twice more in the shower. Girls Day Out Shopping Readers: Thanks for all of the wonderful feedback. Keep those cards and letters coming and I'll keep the story going and hopefully you cumming. Lyn looked at the display and decided not to answer it. The call went to the answering machine. After the greeting was finished, Diane began her message to Lyn. "Hi Lynn, this is your friendly neighbor, Diane, and I just want to thank you for getting together with me this morning. I was really impressed with your capabilities and creativeness with the community photo project. Just to make sure we can build on today's work, I have assembled a photo package for us. I hope you can come over and look it over with me tomorrow morning. Get some rest for we a got ton to do tomorrow. Be ready to work it, er, work girl. Bye" Lyn looked at the flashing red message light. She hit the erase button. With that slight and feeble act of hitting the button, she erased Diane for a short period of time. Lyn had dinner with her kids and helped them with homework. Walking slowly, the swelling of her pussy and the pain began to subside by bed time. Lyn drifted off to sleep not knowing what to expect tomorrow morning. The next morning, Lyn woke and wished that yesterday was just a bad dream. She gave the kids breakfast and saw them off for the day. Most of the pain had subsided but the occasional tinge hit Lyn as she stretched across the counter for a dirty dish. With the kids out the door, Lyn took another shower trying to wash the imaginary filth from her body. Her pussy was a bit tender but not as painful as yesterday. She dressed in a loose fitting green t-shirt, white sports bra, black spandex sports with a pair of blue panties, bikini cut. Lyn peaked out of the bedroom window and did not see the black Mercedes in Diane's garage. She tried to stay out of sight by ducking away from the windows just in case the sadistic one was home. There was a knock on the side door. Lyn peaked around a curtain and saw the UPS delivery man. Feeling that it was safe to get the package, Lyn opened the door, bent over, and picked up the package. As she picked up the package to read the return address, Diane opened her window and yelled over at Lyn, "Been waiting for your return call. C'mon on over and let's chat over a cup of coffee!" Lyn froze in her tracks and thoughts. Shit! Where was the bitch's car? Now what am I going to do? Diane appeared at her back door, hands on her hips. Lyn could hear the word "NOW!" over the lawnmower that was running a few doors down. Lyn opened the door and placed the package in the house. She began her walk over to Diane's. Diane met her at the back door with two cups of coffee, both steaming. "How do you like your coffee? Black? Not from what you told me yesterday in a very compromising position!" Diane laughed at her own stupid remarks. Lyn responded in kind, "Up yours you sadistic bitch. Do your worst because this little game is over. Take those flyers and shove them up your fucking fat ass!" Diane looked puzzled. "Why would you say something so mean and nasty to your new best friend?" Diane, smiling and beaming, tossed a bound booklet in front of Lyn. "Look what I did with the desktop publishing software?" Diane squealed. Lyn, hearing the word 'publishing' and was terrified. She saw a cover made to look like a brown paper wrapper made to look like the indiscriminate porn that used to be mailed to consumers before the advent of the internet with the title, "My Friend Lyn". "Go on, open it," Diane prodded Lyn along. Lyn flipped the first page and saw a picture of herself bent over at the waist, looking back through her legs and pulling her ass cheeks apart. Diane typed a message across the bottom of the page, 'I'm open and available' with an 800 number below. The next page was a collage of her sitting on the sybian. There were pictures of her riding the machine, sucking her own tits, and one that looked like she was the throes of orgasm. In reality, Lyn was screaming to be released from the awful piston-type fuck machine. Lyn looked through the rest as Diane told her how much fun she had had yesterday with the photo shoot and building the photographic essay. All the pictures clearly had Lyn's face in them. Lyn was feeling more trapped. In Vegas, she stripped for cash and the enjoyment of the attention. Lyn never thought they attention would be still there twenty some years later. Diane's spacious kitchen, all two hundred feet of it, seemed to be closing in on Lyn. Lyn began to breath quicker, holding on to the table for support, the room was spinning around her. Diane was laughing in her ear somewhere. Diane pulled up a chair and Lyn sat down. Lyn had her face in her hands and was sobbing. "Now Lynie, pull yourself together. Today will be a bit lighter, no heavy work today. By the way, how are those tight lips of yours? Bet they were pretty loose and you had some discomfort, huh? Every time I ride the pony, I cum and cum but I pay the price with a loose pussy and the pain can be pretty intense," Diane explained. Lyn looked up through, tears running down a blank expression on her face. Diane placed her right hand under Lyn's chin and said, "Lyn, please stand up." Lyn stood before Diane. Diane pushed her chair back about four feet. Lyn stood in the middle of the large kitchen, the table to her left with the steaming cup of coffee. Lyn's mind was racing, she wasn't thinking clearly. "Lyn, honey, how about showing me your breasts. Take the top off," Diane told Lyn. Mechanically and resigned to her fate, Lyn crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the bottom of the loose, green t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She stood before Diane in her sports bra and spandex black shorts. "Turn-around for me," Diane said to Lyn, Lyn slowly moved around in a circle in front of her new friend. "Very nice. Now, that bra is trapping your beautiful breasts. Take it off." The words were more of an order than a request from Diane to Lyn. Lyn, beginning to feel the dread and thinking of yesterday's awful experience, hesitated a second too long. "Lyn, I'm trying to be nice but remember I own your ass. Get that bra off now," Diane said through gritted teeth. "Oh, and you never did say if you liked my first attempt at desktop publishing. Now how about the bra?" Lyn grabbed the bra and pulled it up and over her head, her breasts moving upward with the material and flopping down after the material cleared her nipples. Diane extended her hand for Diane's t-shirt and bra. Lyn handed them over and Diane placed them on the table near her right hand. "Let's get the blood flowing Lyn. How about ten jumping jacks? Ready? Go!" Diane said. Lyn began to jump, arms up and legs out. Diane smiled and enjoyed the show. After the ten jumping jacks were done, Lyn stood in front of Diane again. "I bet your pussy was sore last night, wasn't it Lyn?" Diane asked. Lyn did not respond but looked down at the tile floor. "Cat got your tongue? Alright, how about you slide those short off, panties, if you are wearing them, too!" Diane continued her good cop mistress routine. Lyn shuffled her feet and looked for a way out of this dilemma. Diane was beginning to get annoyed at Lyn's slow response and spurred her along. "If you keep this up, we won't be able to have any fun and we'll have to get the pony saddled up. You did enjoy the pony yesterday, right Lyn? You remember, the ten inch tall and five inch wide dildo? My best friend and I hope yours too!" The thought of that tree trunk ramming into her pussy brought a feeling of fear and dread from Lyn. She hooked her thumbs into the spandex and panties elastic near her shapely hips and pushed them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and pushed them behind her. She didn't want to give Diane anything else. Diane did not seem to notice but rather stared at Lyn's crotch. Lyn had won a small victory by not having to give up her shorts and panties. Diane was gently rubbing her breasts, swirling her finger tips over her covered nipples. She looked Lyn's tone and tanned body over. "Sit on the table," Diane ordered Lyn. Lyn moved to the table and placed her left cheek up first and pushed herself and her right ass cheek onto the kitchen table. "Put your ass in the middle of the table and spread your legs wide," Diane continued her direction. Lyn pushed back and placed her feet on the edge of the table and spread her legs. The physical pain between her legs was nearly gone but the emotional stabbing could still be felt as Diane stared at Lyn's pink slit. "Looks like no damage done. Open up Lynie and let me see you opened-up wide," Diane casually mentioned as though she was asking for sugar for her coffee. Lyn sat up a bit more and used both hands to pull open her vagina to let Diane peer at all of her charms. Diane stared at Lyn's open, gaping pussy. "Alright, relax Lyn but keep your legs spread." Diane got up and moved toward the kitchen counter, her back turned toward Lyn. Lyn stuck her tongue out at Diane when she turned her back on her. Another small victory. Diane turned and took the few steps it took to get in front of Lyn. To the left of Lyn, Diane, placed a can of gel shaving cream and a razor. Diane smiled at Lyn. "I think you'll look great completely shaved and, besides, I want you looking well-groomed for our adventures in the upcoming days and weeks ahead. Today will be a very special for my very special friend. Just you and me and..." Diane left the sentence open and hanging, turning and twisting the imaginary dildo deeper in Lyn. Lyn's chin dropped into her chest, dejected and resigned to her fate. She will be shaved by a sadistic, mean-spirited woman. Diane squirted a small amount of the shaving gel on her left palm and used the fingers on her right hand to spread the gel around Lyn's mound and lips. Once the gel was spread across Lyn's crotch, it began to turn from green to white. Diane wiped her hands in the towel that she brought over from the counter. Lyn felt the cool gel on her crotch. The spread legs and the gel caused her clit to come out of hiding. After yesterday's pounding, the tingling cool sensation was a welcome relief. Lyn breathed a little easier with the slight numbing effect on her vagina. Diane moved a kitchen chair between Lyn's open legs and took the razor into her right hand. A devilish smile was on Diane's face. "Don't move honey... it would be a shame if that clitty got nicked while I was grooming you," Diane warned Lyn. "Have you ever been completely shaved?" Diane asked Lyn as though they were in a salon for a monthly appointment. "When I was younger and in Vegas," replied Lyn. "Guess that's why the flyer says that your legs lead to paradise," giggled Diane. Diane engrossed in her work focusing on the job at hand, staring at Lyn's pussy. Finally, Diane scraped the last of the shaving cream and blond hair from Lyn's pussy wiping away the last wisps of cream. "Done," exclaimed Diane. Diane grabbed the digital camera and got a couple of quick snaps in. "Smile." Lyn glared at Diane. "I said smile!" Diane screamed at Diane. "Now you look presentable. We'll be heading out in fifteen minutes so hop off the table and put your short and t-shirt on. The bra and panties stay off," Diane told Lyn. "Where are we going?" Lyn questioned. "Shopping silly," Diane responded. "Where are we going to go shopping? Why? Can't you just leave me alone? You've had your fun.... Please!" begged Lyn. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no... I am your new best friend. We're going to be pals for as along as you and I live in this town. And, since you are my new bestest, busom buddy, I want to buy you some new outfits," replied Diane. Lyn's mind was on overload. As she pulled her spandex shorts up her long legs, she thought this is one tough and mean woman. Lyn pulled her t-shirt over her head and stood before Diane, her breasts jiggling without a bra under the loose t-shirt. Diane moved in front of Lyn and grabbed the sides of Lyn's spandex shorts and pulled them up, high over Lyn's hips. The material dug into Lyn's crotch creating a complete outline of Lyn's pussy captured in the material. "Nice cameltoe Lynie," Diane giggled and continued her torture of her blond neighbor. "Now lets' get shopping!" Diane announced. The two new found friends and neighbors went out the door and around the corner to where Diane had parked her Mercedes. They began driving out of town on the interstate, heading west. During the drive, Diane would pass a truck and wave to the trucker out of the sunroof. The truckers in turn would toot their horns back. "Lyn, Lift your top over your tits and lets give those truckers a show. Pretend that we are two coeds out having some roadtrip fun," Diane explained her next step to Lyn. "And remember, the desktop publishing is printed on paper but it resides in electronic format on my computer." With the threat of being published all over town, Lyn raised her top over her breasts. The warm sun felt good and soon Lyn's nipples were erect. "Girl, you could hang a hat on those nipples," Diane gushed. With that remark, Diane gunned the Mercedes forward to catch up on to the truck on the right. Diane tooted her horn as they approached the cab of the truck, waving her right hand out of the sunroof. As they pulled up to the truck, Lyn flashed the trucker and the horn blast from the truck could be heard within a half mile. The warm sun on her nipples and the cool breeze from the open window and sunroof stimulated Lyn's nipples. They continued to grow. As they passed another truck, Diane commented on Lyn's erect nipples. "My, my, are we enjoying ourselves? I really love those nipples. What till we get to our destination. I've got something special picked out for you." The Mercedes kept rolling down the highway to Diane's secret location. Another truck was fifty yards ahead of them and Diane pulled the luxury vehicle into the left lane to gain on the truck. As they got closer to the truck, Diane gave Lyn further flashing instructions. "Lyn, get that t-shirt rolled up above your tits and drop those bicycle shorts down to your ankles." Lyn looked at Diane and stated, "I'll flash my boobs but I won't drop the shorts in the car." "Well, I'm not surprised concerning your reluctance but remember there are consequences to your reluctance and feistiness," Diane replied as the good cop. "Lyn, I would just love to become a published author and photographer using your sorry ass as the vehicle to promote me and trample you." Lyn knew that Diane held the winning hand in this game and reluctantly hooked her thumbs into the spandex cycle shorts, lifting her buttocks off the leather seats, and pushed them down to her ankles. "I knew you would understand but I am disappointed that I cannot publish just yet," Diane nonchantly commented. For the second time in the same day, Lyn had to strip and drop her pants for her neighbor. Once the shorts made it down Lyn's long legs, Diane added the final insult for the highway flashing session, "Now spread those legs WIDE!" Lyn spread her legs and had her t-shirt gathered around her neck as the Mercedes pulled abreast of the truck cab. The trucker nearly clipped the front fender of the Mercedes due to distraction created by Lyn. The truck driver saw a near naked beautiful blond spreading her legs in a black Mercedes. Diane kept the Mercedes abreast of the truck for about two minutes. "Suck your tits!" Diane commanded Lyn. The truck tooted his horn. "Now, dip a finger or two into that pussy! Let that guy see your fingers disappear inside of you!" Lyn was embarrassed initially but seemed to grow accustomed to the situation as Diane gunned the car forward and into the exit lane. "Alright Lynie, you can compose yourself, we're almost there," Diane instructed Lyn. Lyn removed her fingers to the thumbs-up sign from the trucker, pulled her shorts up, and pulled her t-shirt down around her waist. Diane made her move to exit the highway. Diane made two sharp right turns at the bottom of the exit ramp and into a gravel parking lot of a truck stop. They pulled up to the side of the truck stop that had a green door in the side of the building. Diane and Lyn got out of the car and headed for the green door. "Why are we stopping here?" asked Lyn. "We're going shopping my dear," Diane responded. "Where exactly is the shopping area?" Lyn asked, trying to figure the place out. "We're at a truck stop!" exclaimed Lyn. Diane pulled a white card from her purse and slid it through the security apparatus next to the green door. The door clicked open and Diane held the door open for Lyn. The door opened to a well lit stairwell that went down toward bright lights and music. Diane and Lyn went down the steps. At the bottom of the steps, the two ladies entered a glass doorway that looked like a retail store but not any ordinary retail store. This store specialized in adult products, 10,000 square feet of orgasmic retail joy. The doors opened as the walked past the automatic sensor. Two women wearing only red smocks welcomed them, "Hi Diane! Who's your new friend?" The redhead with the trimmed bush and 44 D's asked. "Amber and Tiffany, meet Lyn, my bestest buddy and girlfriend," Diane chimed in like a schoolgirl meeting her friends after school. "Welcome to Poonanies!" Amber and Tiffany cheered. Diane grabbed Lyn by the arm as they pushed through the glass doors, walking past the checkout counters, customer service, and the end of aisle display stands. Lyn looked around in amazement. She had been in adult stores before, notably in her younger days in Vegas and Colorado, but not like this. Like a little kid being dragged by their parents through a store, Diane had Lyn by the hand as they walked past rows of joy jellies, dildo's, inflatable dolls, and more. The ladies headed toward the left rear of the store. "Let's start here in our girl's day of shopping," Diane squealed as a giddy schoolgirl buying her first prom dress. The ladies walked over the threshold of the fetish department. Lyn looked around and saw leather, lace, whips, and crosses of wood, chains, and other interesting items. Diane called Lyn over. "Lyn over here for a sec." Lyn walked over to Diane and they both stood before a wide variety of collars, some studded, some leather, but collars none the less. Diane grabbed a leather collar and handed it to Lyn, "Put it on." Lyn placed the collar around her neck and Diane snapped it in place. "No, too plain. We need something special for my special friend," Diane said as she perused the many models and styles before them. Diane grabbed another collar one with black leather and rounded studs, two inches wide with a snap attachment in the back. Diane handed the collar to Lyn. Lyn accepted the collar as much as she accepted her fate and put the collar around her neck, snapping it in place. Diane looked Lyn over and said, "Stand in front of the mirror." They moved to the mirror and they looked at Lyn's blond hair, green t-shirt, black shorts and black studded leather collar. "Take the shirt off," ordered Diane. Lyn stood motionless a second too long. "I said take off the shirt blondie," Diane snapped at Lyn. Lyn looked around and lifted the shirt over her head. The image in the mirror had Lyn standing topless with the collar and shorts on. "You look in great in black," Diane complimented Lyn. Absent-mindedly Lyn responded with, "Thank you." Diane laughed at Lyn's response and gave her next order, "Drop the shorts." Lyn stood there and replied, "There are people in this store and they'll see me." Girls Day Out Shopping "Yeah, what's your point honey? This is a sex shop. People are encouraged to be naked in here, so drop 'em," Diane replied. For the second time today, Lyn stripped for her neighbor. Once again, Lyn hooked her thumbs into the spandex and pushed them down her legs, bending at the hips giving a great ass and legs shot to the mirror and any else that may have been looking. The image in the mirror changed again. Lyn was completely naked except the studded black collar around her neck. "Now, how about an outfit. What's your pleasure or preference Lynie, leather or pvc?" as Diane asked for Lyn's opinion. Diane picked out a short black leather skirt and bra. "Try it on," ordered Diane. Lyn looked for a changing room. "Lynie, I know you're blond, but there are no changing rooms here. You're naked now and here, so try it on," Diane tried to be soothing but her patience was wearing thin with Lyn. Lyn wrapped the skirt around her and found a zipper on her left hip to close the material. Lyn looked at the bra and noticed that it was 34 B, far too small to hold her 36 C bosom in place. "Diane, this won't fit, it's too small," Lyn mentioned to Diane. "It's supposed to be bitch," Diane snarled. Lyn put the bra on feeling the snug fit against her skin. "Great! Now let's look for some accessories," Diane excitedly said. Diane led the charge across the fetish section to the shoes and stockings. Lyn stood in place wearing a leather bra that accentuated her already large bust and a leather skirt that was an inch below her ass. If Lyn were to bend over, everyone could see those muscular, tanned cheeks. Diane turned around and, talking as though they were two old friends shopping at Saks, "Are you coming or not? There is so much to see and try on!" Diane found a clerk in the shoe department and gave a few orders, "Right away Diane!" the clerk responded and trundled off to the stacks of fetish footwear. He returned with three different boxes. "Have a seat Lynie so Larry can check your foot size and help you into the boots and shoes," Diane ordered Lyn. Lyn hesitated sitting down knowing that as soon as she sat down, her leather skirt would ride up revealing all of her naked charms. "Honey, I've seen it all. Diane runs all of her girlfriends through here," as Larry tried to ease Lyn's apprehension. Lyn moved mechanically to the red leather chair and sat down, keeping her knees together. "She's a tough one Diane," Larry remarked to Diane. Diane stood over the pair and just smiled. Lyn kept her eyes focused on the floor, avoiding eye contact with both. Lyn felt Diane's glare boring down on her blond head, scanning her body looking for blemishes to humiliate her on. Larry was a happy camper. He whistled a happy tune as he helped Lyn slip into the thigh-high black leather boots. Lyn tried as best as she could to keep her legs together but could not due to the length and style of boot that she was putting on. Larry enjoyed the scenery and view. In Larry's mind, one thing kept flashing as he saw Lyn's shaved and exposed crotch: Paradise. After some struggling, Lyn and Larry decided to try another pair of slightly larger boots. Larry brought out another pair of boots and they fit like a charm. As Larry rubbed his chin, he thought to himself, too bad these were not a bad fit also, because he sure enjoyed the show. Diane, reading Larry's mind, whispered in his ear, "Should I take her around the corner?" Larry lifted his right eyebrow and replied, "Think she deserves it?" They both giggled like school kids on the playground. Lyn stood in the three-way mirror modeling her leather outfit from head-to-toe. She looked stunning with her blond hair around her shoulders. The black leather looked absolutely striking against her tanned and fit body. The neck collar glistened in the stores lights. As Lyn stood there, other shoppers looked at the six foot blond in the shoe department. One passerby commented, "Absolutely stunning!" Her companion replied, "Too bad she belongs to Diane." A sigh and collective groan was expressed by the two sex shoppers. Diane had a shopping cart full of thigh-high stockings, jellies, and vibrators. "Lyn, be a dear and push the cart over to the jewelry section," Diane told Lyn. Lyn got behind the cart and began to push. Whether Diane did it on purpose or not, Lyn wound up pushing the cart with the loose and clanky front wheel. As Lyn pushed the cart, it made more noise, that in Lyn's mind, everyone was staring at her in her black outfit and collar. Lyn entered the jewelry department and noticed all of the jewelry cases. From a distance, it looked as any other jewelry section of a store. Upon closer examination, one could see tongue posts, clit rings, and a variety of other items from basic to diamond studded. Overhead on the PA system, an unseen announcer offered a bargain to those shoppers looking for a 'red light' special. Lyn saw a red light swirling in the toys department. The announcer was informing the shoppers of the special. "Vibrators and jelly dildo's. You know you can never have enough especially with the holidays just around the corner and friends stopping by. We've got a three-for one red-light special going on now in the toys department. Buy one, get two free, and, hey, and don't forget the batteries!" "We'll be going there soon enough. If you're really good, maybe you can pick out a sybian attachment," Diane said as she patted Lyn's right facial cheek. Diane moved on to a counter and started perusing the wares. There was jewelry for nipples, tongues, noses, ears, and of course, clitoris's. Diane kept moving between the nipple and clitoris glass cases. Lyn walked up to her shopping girlfriend and noticed the paraphernalia. Her eyes widened when Diane pointed at a series of diamond clit rings. Diane pointed at three or four and said, "Let's have a look at these." Lyn gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. "You've got to be kidding. No way! It's too painful and this little game is getting out of hand," exclaimed Lyn, near tears and looking for away out. Diane reached over the counter and grabbed the red phone on the pillar. The next thing Lyn heard was Diane's voice over the PA system. "Glory in jewelry, glory in jewelry." Lyn did not understand the code but soon saw three large men and Larry enter the jewelry area. One of the four big as barn-door security guards spoke, "You'll have to strip out of the outfit before your leave the retail area or it will be considered to be shop lifting and you will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law." With the final comment, he flipped his badge at Diane and said, "Now please remove the collar, bra, skirt and boots m'am." Diane was enjoying the morning. Lyn was continued to be shocked at every turn. Lyn looked shell shocked, not knowing what to expect next. Lyn unclipped the collar and stripped out of her clothes in the jewelry section with Diane telling Lyn, "Don't worry Lyn, I'll wait here for you with your new outfit." The four men surrounded Lyn and Diane told her to follow Larry and the nice men. Scared, Lyn did as she was told. They entered a doorway that was marked 'Private' and walked down a hallway lit by blacklight. Larry stopped in front of a wooden door painted black. Lyn could hear some sounds coming from behind the door. Larry, looking at Lyn said, "I really like you and I want you to be ok. Diane can be pretty nasty but she does treat most of her employees well. Unfortunately, your not an employee, you are a possession." Those words hit Lyn like a ton of bricks. Her shoulders slumped as Larry opened the door. Employee? Diane was puzzled. Larry further explained, "Diane and Mickey own this place and a few other truck stops." Lyn never heard Larry. Instead, Lyn looked in and saw a dimly lit room. A nearly naked woman was bent over at the waist, her ass against one wall and her face near another. Lyn looked through the tears in her eyes at a woman that was sucking a monster cock through a hole in the wall. Her body moved back and forth, her ass bumping into one wall, then her body moved forward taking the dick in her mouth nearly to her tonsils. "Martha, ohmygod, Martha, is that you?" Lyn nearly screamed. One of the strong men came behind Lyn and grabbed her upper arms. Lyn recognized the cocksucker as one of Diane's minions that often and openly disagreed with Diane. Martha looked over at Lyn, tilting her head as she sucked on the huge cock that stuck through the wall. Martha moved forward and backward. Lyn finally noticed that another huge cock was sticking through the wall behind Martha's ass. She was being fucked by another dick doggystyle. Martha moved her mouth away from the dick just as it exploded its load. Martha was not quick enough and most of it shot into her mouth and the last spurt hit her right cheek. She tried to spit the load out but one of the security guards yelled, "Martha!" and she wiped the cum from her face with her right index finger and placed it in her mouth with the rest of the anonymous man's cum and swallowed the load. Lyn stood there naked, amazed, and mesmerized by the scene. Martha continued to work her ass back against the wall riding for all she was worth. Martha, hands on her knees, worked her backside against the wall, grinding her pussy and ass against the huge penis. A few minutes later, there was some noise from the booth in front of Martha. A few seconds later, a black dick ten inches long was hanging out of the gloryhole. Martha leaned over and began to lick the head and shaft before she started to suck it. Martha began to pump her head on the monster, finally taking it all the way down to the wall board. A blissful groan came through the sheetrock. Martha gagged on the huge cock in her mouth. As saliva dripped from Martha's mouth, the man in her pussy moaned and he deposited his load inside of Martha. The man's used cock slid out of Martha with a slight sucking sound that was quite audible to Lyn. Lyn looked down and saw a puddle of something on the floor near Martha's ass. Lyn wondered how many guys had fucked Martha today. Lyn began to worry that she was Diane's next fuck toy and gloryhole girl in this truck stop cum retail house of ill repute. Martha moved forward and knelt before the gloryhole in front of her and began to work her oral magic on the ten inch wonder in her mouth. From behind Lyn, another six foot six security guard whispered into Lyn's ear, "If you don't want to become a cum bucket, you better cooperate with Diane. Otherwise, you'll be getting a lot of protein." Larry turned Lyn around and led her back to the retail area, specifically the jewelry department. Quietly, they walked back along the dimly lit hallway to the doorway to retail fun. Lyn felt relieved that she was leaving the blacklight area for the red-light special area. The group returned to the counter where they left Diane. Diane turned and acted as though Lyn and her posse were gone for only a blink of an eye. "Lyn, I think your might like some of the jewelry. What do you think of these?" Diane held up two silver circles, two inches in diameter. Lyn thought to herself that there is no way that those rings will fit through her vagina lips. Being a smart-ass, she replied to Lyn, "They are about the same size as my nipples." Diane looked at Lyn and clarified, "They are for your pierced ears you blond airhead, not for your tits, tongue, or clit." Lyn looked relieved until Diane moved the velour tray in front of Lyn. "One of these will be in your clit. Pick one out honey. One will be in your clit very shortly." Lyn looked at the dark blue velour board that had three small bars, one with a diamond in it. The PA system crackled into life. "Attention Poonannie shoppers, a red light special in the jewelry department in five minutes, I repeat, a red light special in the jewelry department in five minutes." Lyn stared at the items on the velour. She had no clue what one to pick. She could only focus on the thought that someone else will be seeing her spread legs and open her charms for their pleasure. "Dr. Jones is ready now," a blond bimbo in a plastic nurses outfit announced to the group. The bimbo led the way through the department to a glass door. The nurse opened the door for Lyn and they walked through together, leaving the entourage behind. Lyn looked around the room and saw a gyno-exam table, stirrups, stainless steel tray with sterilized packaged instruments, and closed blinds. Finally, Lyn thought to herself as she looked at the blinds, there is some privacy. The nurse introduced herself to Lyn. "Hi Lyn, my name is Sue. I will be assisting Dr. Jones today but we do need to do a few things before, you know," Sue explained to Lyn, giggling and jiggling her ample breasts in the too small, too tight white plastic nurses outfit. "Hop up on the exam table Lyn," Sue told Lyn. Lyn moved over to the table sat down. "Ever been through a gyno-exam Lyn? Well I need you to recline, feet in the stirrups and open your legs for the doctor," Sue completed her complicated instructions to Lyn. Lyn did as requested and assumed the pelvic exam position. She looked around the room and noticed a sign above the door, Dr. Jones OB-Gyn, How can we cervix you? Cute, real cut. Lyn also noticed the table was slightly higher than her normal Gyn's table. The door opened and Dr. Jones walked in smoking a cigarette, ash across the front of his white lab coat. Sue had the diamond clit ring prepared and Dr. Jones mechanically pulled his roller stool between Lyn's spread and open thighs. "Good, good, I see she is shaved. Have you sterilized the area nurse?" Dr. Jones inquired. A giggling nurse responded in the affirmative, "Yes doctor." Sue began to rub a sterilization product on Lyn's clitoral area. Lyn felt the cooling sensation and her clit began to feel slightly numb. "You may feel a slight numbing in and around your clit, this is normal. If you feel any discomfort during the procedure, there are side hand grips for you to hold onto. Do not in any way touch or grab your crotch during the procedure," Dr. Jones explained. As Dr. Jones completed his sentence, Sue drew the blinds up and open. Lyn gasped as she a viewing stand of forty or fifty people sitting outside the glass looking in at her,legs spread, and a purported doctor manipulating her vagina. The distraction of the nurse opening the blinds changed Lyn's focus from the doctor to all those people looking and pointing at her. She could not hear what they were saying but they were definitely looking and talking about her. A sharp pain in her crotch nearly caused Lyn to leap off the table. Rather than moving or grabbing the doctor, Lyn grabbed the side handles. Lyn's head jerked back into the table and her legs stiffened. Through the glass, Lyn could hear the crowd ooh and ah at the sight before them. Dr. Jones stood up and wiped away the little bit of blood that was on Lyn's clit and proudly showed off his latest piercing to the crowd at Poonannies. The crowd erupted in to applause. Lyn was stunned. She looked down and saw a diamond hanging on a ring that went in one side of her clit and out the other. "You can touch it," a smiling Dr. Jones told Lyn. "At the checkout counter, they may have a hard time scanning the bar code," Dr. Jones continued, "so you may have to stand over the screen and squat down if they don't have the mobile wand." Lyn reached down and gently touched the diamond dangling off her clit then the ring. She gently tugged on the diamond, feeling pain and pleasure simultaneously. To be continued...