3 comments/ 51215 views/ 1 favorites Bright Lights By: AnonymousOne The author does not condone non-consensual sexual or other violence against men or women. This story is a fantasy. Any resemblance to actual people, other stories or events is entirely coincidental. If you're going cry about it, then just stop reading here cause I don't like wasting my time with crappy emails. PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AS THIS MEASURES MY SKILLS AS A NOVICE WRITER, I KNOW MY ENGLISH ISN'T THE BEST BUT IT ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE ================================================= A boutique owner gets to fulfill a customer's long awaited desire of gilts and glamour, or the poor soul thought. ****** Opening up a box of new merchandise, I look at the list of goodies inside. Lace stockings, silk panties, different bra types all the stuff my store is getting known for. My new store is doing pretty good I think to myself. I take out a pair of pink lace thongs and wonder how these would look on me. Catching my reflection on a nearby mirror, I take a quick look around, seeing my four other employees busy with their own duties I precede. I place them on my waist. Seeing them I take a look at the rest of my frame, my petite figure made me the ideal dancer. My small nimble body made me the entire rave at the club I danced for. At that time wishing I had bigger breasts that all the high rollers loved, be they real or not, I recollect my experience as one to be had. Although I had my moments with some of the more rowdy customers, I was doing fine with my perky B cup breasts. Especially when I had my natural long blonde hair all curled up, did I ever rake in the money that week! Tight small thighs shown off by my skirt, as some men loved, I was the total package! The only thing missing were the blue eyes. Having lovely light colored brown eyes that made some melt in their chairs, I knew I was a lovely and could put some men into their paces. Accentuated by the long lashes I'd put on with a dark shade of eyeliner around my big doe eyes, I would actually have some men crawl up on stage for me. Remembering how all the customers loved me, all cheering and chanting me on. How they would go wild and crazy when I'd bend at the waist giving them a view of my secret prize. All would look at my long skinny legs, how any one of them would of loved to lick and touch my long slim stems. Surprisingly, I got a gift and would go get tanned at a local salon because one of my customers gave me a one year trial as a present after giving him a private dance. It was fairly inexpensive to renew and great looking for my skin. This was a one-time gift as that particular customer found another dancer at another place with even longer legs another dancer told me. Oh well easy come, easy go. Remembering that it was a quick way to make a huge amount of money I thought to myself, it was worth the sacrifice. Smirking, thinking on how they loved to see women all dressed up, now I'm dressing up their wives to go do the same thing to them at home. How their money made me enough money to open this boutique, a small dose of irony but that's life. Hearing laughter off in the back room snaps me out of my reverie, coming back to my work I walk to the box that's waiting for me. While placing the items back in their proper place, I wonder what kind of day it's going be. Yesterday was my day off and as I can see by the look of things the employees had a few customers browse through the garments. Glancing at the clock I see only 20 minutes or so left till close up time and I was wondering what to eat for super. Wondering on how to could calm down this hunger of mine when I notice a new customer arrive. A huge silver color SUV pulls up in the parking lot. Looking over my shoulder to see what the employees are doing, I see them lounging around waiting for their shift to end. Typical I think to myself I look back to the parking, seeing the driver door open. With my undivided attention, I examine long thick well-shaped beige like leg snake its way out of the vehicle. With greater interest now I hold a breath in, seeing the leg clad in a dark beigeish material and sporting a light beige sweater with a matching knee high skirt. Wearing a dark colored shoe, the other leg comes out now. I see her step out putting on a fancy jacket. Looking on, I see my new found customer close the door and turn to activate her car alarm. Hearing this I think to myself typical housewife attire, look down and pretend to continue my work. Hearing the door open with the usual little store chime go off I look for the staff, look back again to the doorway and give a warm inviting smile. Thinking to myself she's probably just another looker. Just here to pass the time and leave without doing another purchase! THAT'S IT!! This time I'm going to use all of my charm to persuade her into buying a bra or something, anything! With this I look and wonder to myself what she's doing here. She's obviously wealthy so why walk into my better than average place and not some high-class establishment?? Waiting another few moments before pouncing on the target, I pretend on replacing some stockings back in order. I take a moment and discreetly glance up and see a light colored brunette looking around. Seeing the customer blush, I see her approach a nearby rack, pick up a vibrator smirk and quickly put it back down. The customer looking around to see if someone saw her, confident no one did strolls over to another spot. After giving her a few minutes to herself, I move in on my prey. Seeing that the hunted seems a little agitated, I decide to take it extra slow. Approaching her while she's looking at a sheer blue blouse I say, "I could see how that would go good with your complexion". Startled, I see her jump a tad shaking her hair and do the same with her ample bosom. Extending my hand I say "Hi, I'm Lisa" pause while looking at the garment in her hand. I give a few nods while looking at the customer's skin color and walk over to a rack a few meters off. I take a lower cut sheer light brown blouse and head back. Once near, I hold up the blouse to compare it to her customer's skin and do "Uhhh huuu, much better, you a lovely pale complexion". Not knowing what to say, I see my brown haired patron blush. I see her reach out timidly saying "I'm Francine. Sorry for looking so stupid, you just scared me" seeing her blush while saying this. Looking down at my chosen selection and says "I really like blue though, it's my favorite color since, well... forever" giving a faint smile. "Well then" with this I gently take the blouse, take a few steps to another rack further into the store. Finding something similar to what she had but in a lighter blue shade I lift it up ever so slightly, knowing she'll have to come closer to examine it "How about this one". Seeing her smile slightly, Francine approaches and takes the item from my hand. Saying that she likes the color but isn't sure about the style looking at how low cut it is. Seeing my customer seem a little reluctant, I decide put on some charm. "You'll look adorable in that. Are you kidding me?? All the men, AND women will want to be in your company!" Having said that I see her change a few shades of red. Deciding to proceed with caution "Oh, you don't need to buy it right away, you can try it and see how it feels. Trust me, you'll feel differently with all the looks on you!" saying this and waving my hand to an imaginary crowd. Looking back to see no one is close by, I step forward and lower my voice and say "Trust me hon., if I had your looks, you think I'd be working in a place like this?" With all these compliments showering on her, I see my newfound client starting to shift her weight ever so slightly. Then ask, "So, what kind of clothing accessories do you need?" Waving to the whole store and finally resting my hand on a stand full of various and different accessories. Seeing her not knowing what to answer, I step forward and reach out my hand. "Don't worry my dear, we'll get all your shopping needs!!" With this I grab a large shopping basket and place it around my arm placing the blue blouse in it. Knowing her name but wanting to lure my customer out of her shell, I used an old trick. "Francis was it??" I say giving her an uncertain look. "Uhhh, no it's Francine," she answers timidly. "Ohhhh, right!! How could I forget? I never forget lovely names, I was close!" saying with a big warm smile. Seeing her smile slightly, I know I'm winning points with her. "Ok, now come with me" I said gently taking her by the arm and directing her to the stockings section. Looking at her well-shaped legs thought, "Hmmm, I see your legs in a lovely dark lacy set up. How does that sound?" Before getting answer I had already turned around picking up two or three mid thigh high stockings. Upon looking at her a little more closely, I notice she's got lovely curvy legs so I pick some mid thigh ones as well. Then completed it with them with matching garter belts, from red to black as well as various others. Feeling giddy like a schoolgirl dressing up her beloved doll, I show her my selection. Handing one over saying "These would look radiant on you. Look at the softness" bringing up a pair to her cheek. She reluctantly backs away at first, then approaches to let me rub it across her cheek. Seeing her tilt her head ever so, I pass it smoothly over giggle you all right?? You seem a little red..." "UUUh, no-no I'm fine. Just a little unexpected that's all. Yes, it's soft." Having her look at my hand with the others garments "I only want a few, just to complete my wardrobe..." Hearing her say this with a little hesitation I say "Don't worry, whatever you don't like we'll leave at the counter." Taking her arm before she protests any further we continue on to the next portion of the store. While moving around I notice that the employees have closed the shop and are eager to leave giving me the excuse that they stayed late the past two days. Looking back I see her, more pressing matters to attend to and agree. I excuse myself and lock up the place while letting out the rest of the USEFULL staff thinking, good luck finding such an easy job as this one. After a few minutes I rush back to my waiting customer, Francine. "Ok now the bras. Let me see..." Saying this, I gently reach out and push her coat past her left shoulder. Giving her a smile while doing this I say "Well I can't dress you when you're all bundled up now can I?" Letting out a little giggle I see her nod and let out a little chuckle of her own. I suggest going leave her jacket over in the changing rooms and point the direction. Leading the way I hear her trot closely behind. Once there I open the first cubicle door, I tell her this one will do fine letting her step inside and place the basket containing OUR Seeing her being a little awkward with another person so close to her in a changing room, I simply smile and continue on as if it was something I do for all my customers. Extending my hand I ask for her jacket and purse in a soft non-aggressive tone giving her a few moments to remove the garments. I tell her to slip off her shoes and place them to the side for them not be in the way. Having her hand over the two items I tell her I'll place them on a table right outside since the hooks haven't been placed by our handyman yet. Stepping towards her taking a hold of her jacket I neatly fold it, while leaning over I make a quick mental note of her shoe size. Step outside and place her things on the nearby table and go back in. Taking any leg stocking in hand from a nearby basket, I hand it to her saying "How do you like this one?" She takes it from me and looks at the features and at that moment I act. Seeing her distracted I slip in behind her. Ask, "May I?" Taking the buckle of her bra through the sweater. Before getting a reply and a means of escape I gently tug a little and it's undone, hearing Francine take in sharp short breath. With no complaints I grin evilly to myself thinking 'too easy'. Wondering just how far I can push my newfound toy, I whisper for her to remove her garment to better aid her in her selection of clothing of course, as I move to her side. Seeing her ease the sweater off from her arms I let out a low whistle. She slips the straps off her shoulders while cupping her breasts in hand, takes a second or two, lowers her hands with the white material in hand revealing two large light pinkish aureoles. Thinking to myself those look fantastic, bet they're real! I say in a low voice "Now that's something I can work with". Telling her to stand with her arms to her sides I take a look seeing her place the bra on the chair. Looking first from the front, then from the side I think to myself she must workout or something. Fighting with all that I got from reaching out and pinch one of her tempting nubs, I decide to wait and see how this unfolds. Nodding I smile saying "Well I guess all the boys love those" referring to her obvious proportions. Seeing her again change to dark pink I hear her say "Ya, my husband loves them. Almost as much as he loves my bum!" Blushing furiously with this announcement I see her feeling a little more at ease. Sensing this, I'm a little more encouraged to continue on with giving her a new look. Maybe not one that she wants exactly, but one I will like. "Oooh, so you're married hu?? So this is something to get a little more spice in your marriage I guess..." Stepping up close I gently nudge her with an elbow. Blushing a little she nods, "Well not to give us a little more spice, but a little something to keep it going you know..." Seeing her feel even more comfortable, I nod and give a little purring sound while swinging out with an imaginary tiger claw. With both of us feeling at ease and with the initial tension gone I decide to coax a little more information out of her. "So I guess you're man is pretty good in bed I guess" putting a hand in front of my mouth I let out a hearty laugh all while keeping my eyes on Francine to see her reaction. Smiling at this jest I see Francine mumble to herself barely hearing "Ya, he's good when he's there" I see her once again lift her arms to protect herself. Trying to keep the hopes up high of this beautiful easy to manipulate mannequin, I continue on by taking her arm and say "So you like blue hu sweetie". Before getting a reply I lead her out of the stall. Glancing back I see her take her sweater with one hand and a piece of the bra strap in the other. Struggling to keep her bra in hand, I see her let it slip on the floor near the chair sighing to herself. Continuing on with a hidden smile I lead the way clutching her arm close. Tugging on her arm again I lead her to the bra section. Once there I see that she's firmly clinging on to her sweater that is over her chest, I decide the best way to remove this obstacle is to use common sense. "Now how can I see your measurements with your hands in the way". With that I gently, playfully slap her hands away while letting out another slight laugh. Seeing her join in with a smile of her own, she cautiously removes her hands keeping them in the air close by with her sweater tangling in hand. I look around for a measuring tape and see one behind her head on the shelf. Extending my hand I reach out slowly over her left shoulder while touching her hair ever so slightly. Seeing this had the desired effect of making her shiver ever so lightly I proceed to measure her proportions. "I'm just gonna measure your size so don't worry, many women think they know what they got but thirty percent of the time it's wrong. I don't want you to be uncomfortable with your new purchases, so just to be sure..." I reach around with my left arm circling behind her and do the same slowly with the right. Taking my time, I decide to get a little closer to her. Seeing her squirm with her eyes closed I take in a deep breath. Smelling like a rich exotic garden from a far away place in the orient I notice it contains spices to make my senses tingle, light in aroma yet powerful and elegant in odor. Very elegant, she's high class for sure. I imagine the perfume is very rare if not an import brought in for her. Snapping out of my reverie I continue on with my task at hand. Taking the other end in hand I join the two together. Seeing her once again open her eyes, I smile this time blushing in turn myself. Putting the tape at the right places I look down, see her extended nipples poking out; I proceed as if nothing was wrong. Wrapping it at the desired locations around her body I announce "Yep, 34C!" Looking at me angrily she says "Ummm, I thought I saw 36 if I'm not mistaken of course..." she states in a soft whisper. "Oh you're wrong. You forget this is fantasy no? So for these kinds of bras you should take a size or two too small to give you an appearance of having bigger breasts. Unless your husband doesn't like breasts?" Giving her slight smile, looking for any indication of a possible win. She relinquishes and nods. Not wanting to make her feel completely useless I say "Don't worry hun, what they don't know is that it's a lot more uncomfortable down there" pointing to her thighs "if it's too tight. So give them what they want right??" Letting out a laugh to make her feel more at ease. Nodding she agrees and says "Ok, now what??" looking with renewed interest. "Let's shop!" Lead her the closest rack and tell her to approach. Walking over to a nearby stand I start to look for some items, I see her once again drop her hands in front of her clinging to the garment for protection. I hand her the basket and tell her to hold it in front of her. I try to place various styles of the garment on her bosom and place them in the basket. Seeing her give me looks of uncertainty as I turn my attention to even more provocative ones. Turning quickly around taking on a lovely sheer pink laced one I turn around and face her. Seeing her hold the basket with one hand and awkwardly holding up the sweater with the other, I decide to use my new found authority. "Now listen, the shop is closed. No one else is here. I've already seen thousands of breasts. I'm taking extra time to help out a customer, maybe a repeat customer if all goes well!" Lightly tapping her on the shoulder I give her another toothy smile. "Now, take this basket" taking the end and lifting it up for it to be perpendicular with the rest of her. Holding the basket up I slowly take Francine's left hand place it in the middle of the basket. Take her right hand I gently do the same with the other on the other side. Seeing her sweater slowly slip and untangle itself from her neck snaking its way into the basket I wait a second. Once it's all in, leaving the woman completely topless and defeated, say, "Now we're ready to shop!" Getting ready to speak I place my index finger on her lips "Shhhhhh, now we shop", seeing her once again in her place I proceed to the closest rack with what I want. I quickly grab some bras in full support in lace and place it on her bare chest. Giving some sounds of approval on a few bright colors, while others in darker shades I place them on her generous chest to give me a preview. Making sure they all pass over those now puffy nubs of hers, I then continue to the next rack. Inspecting the selection I have in stock, I take some various colors that would look good on her according to me in the sheer section. Some full support but totally sheer others only somewhat, but all sheer lace now. Seeing her open mouth out of corner of my eye, I stop give her a look and raise my eyebrow. Looking unsure of herself and what to say, I once again continue on. Now, the different cut styles. I first start to give a few of the lowest cut styles a look on her. Hearing her say, "Oh I don't think I could wear that..." her voice finishing in a soft whispers once again. Bright Lights and Fist Fights With a fading purple paintjob, barred windows and a rusting steel door serving as its public face, the Silk Room was quite possibly the sleaziest, dodgiest "sex club" in the city. It had originally been a nude cabaret, right up until the point the owner had lost his stage license due to wardrobe malfunctions happening a bit too consistently for the city's approval. After a brief shut down and management shakeup (the owner transferred the license to his son), it became a topless strip-club, trading glimpses of bush for shots of booze. That setup was equally fleeting. Once the state's alcohol board discovered underage patrons being served, the club was raided and liquor license pulled. Another management shakeup (this time the license went to the man's wife) and it turned to an all-nude strip-club, back in the naked flesh game, which lasted right up until two girls were discovered some months shy of their eighteenth birthday. With charges pending and humiliated by being one of the few men on the face of the earth to fail at making money in the boner business, the owner, one Mr. Arsen Barsamian, was approached with a most peculiar and enticing offer: rent the Silk Room out for a bi-monthly "get together of friends and colleagues," with a premium offered on use of the facilities... and his discretion. No questions asked. No answers questioned. Mr. Barsamian was more than happy to take the offer up and even procured some of the first girls to serve as entertainers and performers. Catering to a much more exclusive clientele, the Silk Room took off, attracting all manner of movers and shakers within the city. The décor was sour but the girls were young, beautiful and numerous. That made their destruction all the more delicious. And so the Silk Room Fight Club was born. *** Even in the dingy interior filled with unpredictable shadows, the crowd was murmuring with muted approval. A red-headed duo was performing a sexualized gymnastic routine around the stage; swinging, flipping, jumping, spreading and stretching, all with the goal of getting the mostly over-forty audience riled up and ready for tonight's main draw. Arsen Barsamian checked his watch nervously for the third time in the last quarter-hour, the fat beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face and displaying the full scope of his unease at his present crisis. It was only thirty minutes to midnight and neither half of his main event had arrived. "Fucking pimps," he said to himself, too low to be heard over the music. Tearing his eyes away from the oversized gold timepiece, Barsamian spun around and stomped to the back of the club, blowing through the partition like a tornado and barging into changing room without even the barest warning, frightening only the new blood amongst the throng of nude and semi-nude strippers, "Velvet! Princess! Start getting ready, you go up in fifteen if those two fuckin' pimps don't show with the goods." One of the girls, a bottle-blonde with fake tits that looked like basketballs on her chest angrily replied, "What the fuck Abe! I just came out of the premium goddamned VIP, you can't send me back out there!" She made a pouty face and spoke quietly, "I can still taste old man on the back of my tongue..." Barsamian, his balding head reflecting the light of the room, raised a clenched fist, "You fuckin' whore, if you don't fuckin' get your fuckin' shit and get ready to shake those fuckin' tits on stage, I'm gonna—" The imposing feel of a large hand on his shoulder stopped him. Barsamian first went pale, then turned his head - slowly - and spoke softly, "Ah... Jumpy... you made it." "IT'S JUMPY MARV TO YOU!" The hand clamped down on his shoulder like a vice grip, grinding his collarbones together, "Betta get my name right the first time next time or it's gonna be the last time. Do we have a meeting of minds?" Barsamian squealed like a pig rolling over hot coals, "Y-Y-Yes!" "Good. Now you will please evacuate this changing facility so the talent I have so generously provided for tonight's entertainment may prepare herself without... distraction or discombobulation." Barsamian merely nodded, not even looking back as the powerful hand released his shoulder - its owner shrouded in the hall's shadow - and allowed him to scamper away. A flurry of activity burst behind the owner as the girls, hearing perfectly well the instructions issued, grabbed any clothing near to them and followed with much haste. The hand reflectively smacked the ass of the last girl to run out, then, in a dignified fashion, held the door open and motioned his talent inside. As he fled the back area of his own club in legitimate fear of his safety, Barsamian nearly made a second fatal mistake of the night, stopping himself mere inches from stepping on a pink rhinestone pump, containing a pale, almost translucent, white foot. Unfortunately, while he missed the pump, the middle-aged Armenian had bumped into the chest, a cascade of glittering light nearly blinding him as he groped around and steadied himself before realizing who he'd laid hands on and pulling away as if he'd grabbed a hot stove. "Oh shit, Barbiedoll, I didn't realize you were-were-were..." The tall, statuesque blonde merely took one hand off her cane and gave a dismissive flop, "Come now, Miss Barbiedoll isn't the type to get angry." Barsamian only had time to register the smoothly seductive statement before the cane rose up and smashed down on his own foot, "SHIT!" "Miss Barbiedoll is the type to get even. Now, Mr. Barsamian, if Miss Barbiedoll's eyes did not deceive her, she does believe you have allowed her quarry for the evening use the changing area?" Barsamian, hopping around on one foot, barely composed himself enough to spit out an answer, "VIP! Use the VIP!" Miss Barbiedoll lifted her cane a few inches off the floor and the eyes almost bugged out of the Armenian's head, "Please! God, please! I swear it's clean!" "Very well, Mr. Barsamian. Miss Barbiedoll will be providing a positively exquisite bitch for tonight's festivities in just a few short minutes." The blonde pimp strolled past the comically injured man, swinging her cane to the side and catching his shin with the metal end-cap, causing him to spill to the floor. Her girl followed close by, stepping over him casually as he whimpered, her gym bag smacking into his forehead as it trailed behind her. The crowd was still enthralled with the antics of the redheaded duo, paying no attention to his unfortunate circumstances. It was a small mercy for which Barsamian was grateful. *** Stepping through the thick curtain that partitioned the club's changing area from the main venue, Marvin "Jumpy Marv" Grier immediately made his presence known, the pimp's imposing linebacker-sized frame cloaked in a money-green, sequined and fur-lined coat that hung loosely from his shoulders - dragging a few inches on the floor - topped by an equally ridiculous but matching stovepipe hat. He was excitedly shifting from one side of the walkway to the other, yelling at the top of his lungs, "What have we here, what have we here! Fight night in the club to-night! It's gonna be fast, it's gonna be mean, it's gonna be keen, because that's what Jumpy Marv always brings!" As Jumpy Marv bounced back and forth, amplifying the crowd's energy, it was apparent he was holding a leash in his hands, wrapped around one of his meaty fists while the other tugged on leather every few steps, keeping it taut. The club's clients watched intently, heads craning towards the thick curtain partition, where the leash led back. As its length played out behind Jumpy Marv, a second person emerged: slightly taller than the average girl, with olive skin laced by a light sheen of sweat and almond eyes smoldering with focused intensity, Yvette shadow-boxed her way forward. She was wearing a mockery of boxer's trunks, hugging her body tight enough to slightly squeeze the flesh underneath outwards, while her top consisted of a pair of strategically placed pasties in the shape of yin-yang symbols. And of course a thick leather collar to which the leash was attached. Her silky black hair was pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail that ended at her shoulders, accentuating the soft features of her face. That was where the softness ended, however. Legs bracing and arms extending as she warmed up, the audience members took note of her well-toned muscles, developed over months of training, and her naturally round, supple breasts, earned at the genetic lottery. Officially, she called herself Hawaiian, but that was just American short-hand for "fourteen different flavors of Asian." She owed her size and strength to Polynesian ancestry, her innocent appearance to her Japanese heritage and her toughness to her All-American upbringing on Big Island, working the strip clubs frequented by Hawaii's contingent of sailors and Marines. Several men reached out to touch her, groping her exposed thighs and breasts whenever they could be reached with a casual stretch of the arm. Neither Yvette nor Jumpy Marv paid any attention to them, taking their sweet time getting to the ring's steps. Jumpy Marv raised a triumphant fist in the air, "We're gonna see someone get down and someone lay down here in this ring! It's gonna be a thing of beastly beauty, of savage serenity! Kids, do not try this shit at home!" He let go of the leash with one hand, picking up a mouth guard from the small bottle where it was soaking for softness, and grabbing Yvette's chin with the leash wrapped hand, "Now bitch, open up and say 'ah'." Yvette opened wide, her eyes still sporting their severe regard, as Jumpy Marv set the mouthpiece in place. Her jaw clamped shut unexpectedly, nearly taking one of his fingers in the process and Jumpy Marv instantly backhanded her, "Bitch! Don't you ever snap your teeth on me again," he pointed to the elevated fighting platform, "Get in that ring and show Daddy some love." A shift in music and lighting signaled the entrance of the other half the event. Compared to Jumpy Marv, Miss Barbiedoll was positively sedate in her entrance, hat cocked over one eye, her sparkling white and purple coat unbuttoned, and showing off a pair of shapely legs as she sashayed towards the ring. Her hand was lifted casually and held up near her neck, lazily plucking a leash over her shoulder. Connected to the leash was a girl in a baggy baby blue robe, with downcast eyes, hood over her head and gloved fists held in front of her face. The crowd went quiet as the two came down the stairs, a slight dissatisfied murmur drifting throughout the mass of watchers. Gradually, it became a mild boo, with a few choice words at her modest entrance and so the hooded girl stopped, cocking back her fist to swing at one man in particular. But Miss Barbiedoll cruelly wrenched her away with a deceptively powerful yank of the leash, causing the hooded girl to yelp and return to her submissive posture until they reached the stairs. Once there, Miss Barbiedoll stood with hand on one hip as she reached forward and unzipped the unflattering sweatshirt, running a finger up the girl's midriff before pulling back her hood. She was a splendid beauty, with unblemished porcelain skin, sapphire blue eyes and shoulder length platinum blonde hair pulled into a pair of French braids; the picture of Nordic perfection. The girl shed the robe without further prompting, revealing a tight white miniskirt barely long enough to cover the juicy curve of her ass and a matching white bikini top with the words FUCK and SLUT written in gold letters on either patch covering her breasts, the material visibly sagging under the weight of such hefty mounds. Miss Barbiedoll motioned in a circle, her finger pointed down and the girl complied, slowly turning in place for the audience to get their fill. Miss Barbiedoll smirked and kicked her cane, spinning it around her hand theatrically and hooking the microphone towards her face, "As always, Miss Barbiedoll is proud to present the most prime cut of street meat to be found anywhere in our fine city. Now introducing the sensual... sexual... and oh-so-delectable, Miss Ulyana!" The crowd suddenly brooked several lewd and suggestive comments, as the Slavic girl slowly rose to her full height, well over six feet tall, and her rippling muscles became clearly defined in the glare of the lights. She maintained a neutral expression, scanning the club's membership for a few seconds before turning on her heels and stepping into the ring where a very unimpressed looking Yvette was leaning back on her corner post, arms lain over the ropes. Ulyana started straight at the smaller Asian, snarling and smashing her fists together twice, then cranked her head to the side then the other, audibly cracking her neck. The crowd could feel the tension between the two fighters and began quietly placing bets amongst themselves. Jumpy Marv and Miss Barbiedoll stared daggers at each other as the club's owner slowly waddled his way up the stairs and gingerly ducked under the ropes. They didn't stop staring even as both simultaneously turned and took their ring-side seats. Barsamian, every fat inch of him quivering under the light, nervously raised his hand to Yvette, "Are you ready?" She nodded quickly. He then turned to Ulyana, "Are you ready?" The tall blonde only smashed her fists together again and took a fighting stance. "Alright girlies, fight's on! Fight's on!" He then hobbled out of the ring, fleeing the combat arena before any more damage could be done to his person. The crowd clapped in a muted, classy fashion to mark the start of the match and both girls came out of their corners aggressively, seeking the dominant position of center ring and looking to post their opponent in the corner for a vicious pummeling. But when neither would reconsider it became a game of chicken, played with fists encased in open finger mixed martial arts gloves, and such a contest favored the much taller Ulyana. She scored with a quick pair of jabs that put Yvette off balance, allowing her to setup a vicious right cross that rocked Yvette and sent her a couple steps back. There was a small gasp of approval from the audience but Ulyana was too wary to immediately follow-up, suspecting that anything too easy would be a ruse to sucker her within Yvette's range, so she played the long game, circling around Yvette's weak side. Yvette, for her part, had recovered quickly and danced sideways to check Ulyana's movement, but this was at a cost of placing herself closer to the corner of the ring. With nowhere for her opponent to go but back into the corner, Ulyana launched a flurry of strikes, back-to-back jab, cross, hook combinations bouncing off Yvette's upraised arms, followed up by a shin kick to Yvette's lead leg. Fortunately, she'd pulled the weight off the leg just in time to check the strike, but was caught with a solid body-punch that knocked the air out of her legs. In desperation, she dropped to one knee and went for a takedown, from well beyond the range of her half-leaping single leg, which the blonde easily stepped out of and gave a foot to the face in exchange. Spectators murmured as the sharp sound of well-struck blow washed over them. Slightly dazed, Yvette rolled until she touched the ropes and used them to pull herself upright, Ulyana failing to follow-through on her fortune by landing additional blows. It was the sort of opportunity a more experienced - or ruthless - fighter would have seized upon and Yvette knew it, which gave her some measure of comfort. Rising to her feet, Yvette decided to pull one of her secret weapons out, one of the tricks that had made her Silk Room Fighting Champion for six months running. She swapped the position of her feet, her right taking lead, and shifted her body weight appropriately, adopting a southpaw stance and driving aggressively on Ulyana's weak side. Most fighters had trouble finding southpaws to train against and Yvette had jealously guarded her off-branded handedness for just such an occasion. Ulyana, for her part, was simply too inexperienced to realize the threat to her was real. She reasoned it was nothing more than a parlor trick to throw her off her game and get her to give up an opening. With a long ranging jab, she weakly hit Yvette's face, expecting it to be enough to hold her at bay. But Yvette walked right through the punch and, as Ulyana's fist lingered too long before returning to the guard position, she drove home a four hit combination over and around the blonde's defenses, the last of which rocked her head to one side, French braids whipping through the air and sent her back to onto the ropes. What Yvette lacked in size, strength and reach on the taller Slavic girl, she more than made up for it with pure killer instinct. Moving faster than greased lightning, the olive-skinned Asian closed the distance and whaled on Ulyana with a wild series of haymakers, battering her face with power punch after power punch, pummeling her like a piece of meat being tenderized. With her top falling off as she rubbed against the ropes, Ulyana desperately tried to cover up (her face that is), but Yvette simply yanked her hand away and continued pounding, even as the girl went down on one knee, the white miniskirt being hiked up by thighs spread wide and revealing her lack of underwear. Without preamble, Miss Barbiedoll shot up from her ringside seat, "Bitch, if you don't get your ass up and hit back, there will be consequences and repercussions involved!" Jumpy Marv simply guffawed and slapped his knee, rolling from side to side in his seat with excitement, "Go girl, go! Show the class how you beat that ass! Hit 'em again and then again!" Ulyana was taking one hell of a beating at Yvette's hands, but, fortunately for her, the shorter girl didn't have an unlimited gas tank and quickly wore out from the furious rain of undisciplined blows, allowing her to finally tie up her attacker's hands up and lock together in a body-to-body clinch, throwing her to the mat. Yvette quickly rolled over, but not quick enough to prevent the much heavier girl from landing atop her, one leg trapped beneath the weight of her opponent and both wrists controlled as well. Ulyana didn't hesitate this time and made a solid fist, raising it high before bringing it crashing down on Yvette's face, over and over again, her skull producing a dull thud as it bounced off the mat with each successful strike. The tables had been decisively turned and now it was Miss Barbiedoll's turn to celebrate, preferring a much more dignified smirk and pulling out a Chinese hand-fan to indolently cool her face. Meanwhile Jumpy Marv had pulled his hat off and was chewing at the edge, watching his favorite girl - his bottom bitch - receive a solid thumping. The crowd's clapping, while staying dignified, rose in intensity; what would have been a dull roar of bloodlust at any other venue was eclipsed by the sound of the hammer fists slamming into Yvette's skull and reverberating throughout the Silk Room like the bass-line of a dubstep masterpiece. But Yvette hadn't gotten as far as she did on the Silk Room fighting circuit by not knowing her options and keeping a few tricks up her sleeve. Even with one leg and both hands trapped, she managed to wiggle enough to roll onto her, pulling her trapped leg free in the process as she slid under Ulyana, even as the powerful fist continued pounding at her head. With her hands still trapped, she couldn't completely escape, but she did get just the right position to explosively buck upwards, sending Ulyana face-first into the mat at the cost of her overly tight trunks, which split down one side and flopped off her uselessly. The maneuver had unfortunately tired her out temporarily and she backed away to recover her wind while sizing her opponent up again, waiting for just the right opportunity... Bright Lights and Fist Fights Ulyana popped to her feet, barely even worse for wear and slowly turned towards her almond eyed opponent - Yvette's knee smashed Ulyana right on the nose, transferring the full force of her body right onto the blonde's face. She'd seen the lumbering blonde recovering just a half-second too slow and took a running start that turned into a spectacular flying knee. The blonde's head snapped back, her French braids tracing a wide arc through the air as she went down as hard as an anvil thrown off a rooftop. She was gracelessly sprawled over the mat, both arms extended out to the side, while one of her feet was caught under her opposite knee. The crowd applauded, a few men rising to their feet. Miss Barbiedoll's smirk immediately turned upside down and her fanning picked up a frantic pace. Jumpy Marv stopped chewing for a second, unable to believe what he'd just seen. And Yvette, god-bless her cold-blooded little heart, pounced on Ulyana, delivering a pitiless series of follow-up strikes that put her into the fetal position before Barsamian could hop through the ropes and tackle her off the poor girl. Yvette easily tossed the balding fat man off her and jumped to her feet excitedly, both fists high in the air before she turned to Miss Barbiedoll and pointed to her with an outstretched arm, her free hand making a throat-slitting gesture across her neck, before turning to a thumbs down. Jumpy Marv had made it to the ring by then, holding Yvette's hand in the air before taking the microphone from above and screaming, "How 'bout this girl? Huh? Have you ever seen such power in a flower before? This wasn't a war! It was a massacre! A war-crime against humanity! Oh my God, after seeing that I think I need Jesus in my life!" To a man, the spectators were on their feet, clapping and exchanging knowing glances. As Ulyana rose, she looked towards Miss Barbiedoll, who was standing near the ring, but not watching her, "Miss Barbi -" "You lazy bitch, do not presume to speak Miss Barbiedoll's name. You have embarrassed her in front of a group of very fine gentlemen and, indeed, her," she shot a look at Jumpy Marv's broad, toothy grin, "Her former employer. Miss Barbiedoll does not have the time, nor the inclination, to deal with every bitches' foibles and idiosyncrasies. Once you are finished here, you may escort yourself back to the hotel." Jumpy Marv continued smiling as he watched the exchange, "Guess today is your day to visit the orchard bitch," speaking to Miss Barbiedoll, "Because... how you like 'em apples? Huh? 'Bout as much as you like these nuts?" He laughed uproariously at his own joke, clearly enjoying every ounce of having one-upped his former bottom-bitch. And with a final look of subdued disgust at her former pimp, Miss Barbiedoll strolled into the throng of men arrayed around the ring, most of them casting hungry glances Ulyana's way. Barsamian snapped his fingers and whistled, attracting two burly security guards to the ring and pointing to the tall blonde, "You know the deal, Diamond members get first crack, then gold, then everyone else. And make sure she doesn't leave with that goddamned pimp before the night's done!" With that, the pair of hulking brutes grabbed her and bodily lifted her out of the ring, throwing her down on the judges' table and spreading her wide. The first man up slowly fished his prick out of his tuxedo trousers, a fat specimen not less than seven inches long and already curving upward. Ulyana opened her mouth to scream only to have her discarded top rudely shoved into her mouth by unknown fingers. Following within a few seconds was the feel of a thick dick impaling her womanhood, driving deep into her. Her blue eyes fluttered with the exquisite sensation, feeling herself stretch around his girth. Hands reached out from astride her, mauling her impressively large and soft titflesh like it was dough, the occasional pinch and twist of her nipples bringing them to full stiffness. The man between her legs took his time, slowly building up the intensity of his thrusting, grabbing a firm hold of her thighs and trying to spread her wider before slamming his full length into her, mashing the head of cock against her cervix. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the feeling of being filled with man and she gargled incoherently around her bikini-style top. The man started pacing himself, thrusting in and out slowly - but decisively - as his cock suddenly grew wide and sprayed her insides with a hot, thick load. He gripped her thighs tight and groaned, announcing to everyone else that they'd be taking sloppy seconds at least. The tall blonde whimpered, hoping for a reprieve of sorts, but received nothing of the kind. The next man followed right on the heels of the first, sparing no time for a gentle warmup and instead going balls deep at a breakneck pace, mixed juices sputtering from around the corners of cunt and dripping down her pale skin. She tried to moan, but succeeded only in drawing the bikini top partially past her esophagus, threatening to cut off her air supply as her body shook with the force of lewd thrusts. The hands on her breasts turned their attention to her nipples, tugging on both hard enough to stretch her milky white titflesh right to the limits of the skin's flexibility before letting them fall, landing with a slap back onto her chest. Someone in the crowd laughed inappropriately, then stifled it and pretended to be coughing. Fortunately, a savior among the crowd noticed she might be choking and gingerly removed the top, freeing her to gulp down wide mouthfuls of air... or at least that would have been the case had he not immediately crammed his dick down her gullet, cranking his dick at an awkward angle to get it all inside, then taking up both of her braids in his hands and roughly forcing her head up and down. The man between her legs amped up his fucking in reply, seeking to out-do the man in her mouth. At the same time the hands continued slowly and deliberately abusing her breasts. Ulyana gurked and glucked and shivered and bucked, her skin sprouting goose bumps even in the overly warm air of the Silk Room. There were perhaps thirty men in the audience, but she was quite hopeful that it would be only the relatively young, attractive ones who were willing and able to get hard enough to fuck her. That was the one thought that calmed her mind and allowed her to focus on pleasing the dicks currently inside her: slowly rolling her hips, flicking her tongue over the crown of the cock in her mouth, relaxing her muscles and allowing them to shift her as necessary for their pleasure. The man in her mouth slammed himself as far down her throat as he could go, forcing her to deep throat unexpectedly and therefore gagging her something fierce. The young blonde was barely able to get it under control; her tight throat muscles wearing themselves ragged trying to expel his shaft from her airway. Tears of exertion rolled down her face as her head hung upside down off the table. Mercifully, as the man pulled back, her gag reflex gave one last old college try and squeezed the glans of his cock violently, causing him to pop off right between her lips. He must've been quite backed up, as her cheeks quickly filled with his viscous seed. Ulyana tried to swallow, but with her head hanging off the table, it only caused her to choke and gag even more. Unfortunately, the site of sperm fall from her mouth in fat gobs and rolling down her face only excited the next man to take her mouth while at the same time causing her pussy to seize up and squeeze another orgasm out of the man fucking her. More and more men lined up, organized under the watchful eye of Barsamian and his hired muscle, her mouth and pussy kept filled up until a familiar presence stepped up the plate. "I don't want to fuck her used-up pussy. Turn this bitch over," Yvette said, her voice like ice in the air. Quickly, hands rolled Ulyana onto her stomach, and she was able to catch a glimpse of the powerfully-built Asian, nude except for a harness around her waist and sporting a thick green strap-on, nearly a foot long. She tried to protest, but a male palm grabbed her chin and twisted her head around before prying her mouth open. Instead, the blonde bucked and writhed, trying to avoid the inevitable. The only result, however, was a series of painfully sharp slaps to her ass, "Do you like that, you nasty slut?" Ulyana tried to say no, but another cock - this one dripping with mixed juices from her spermy cunt - shoved itself past her lips and mangled her words, "No—ggmphf!" "It sounds like you like it. Not a surprise; I bet Miss Barbiedoll has you sucking dicks at the bus depot for ten dollars a pop, just like she used to..." The words actually hurt Ulyana more than the physical trial she was undergoing, she wanted - no, NEEDED - to believe that Miss Barbiedoll was a Queen amongst pimps. Otherwise it was all... for nothing. But Yvette cared nothing for that and, once she'd bored of slapping Ulyana's ass, grabbed two big handfuls of her cheeks, the burning sensation intensifying as she did, and spread her wide, revealing the blonde's tight pucker. "Oooh, we're gonna have fun with this one... well, I am at least," Yvette said, her voice laced with malice as she rubbed the strap-on against Ulyana's gaping pussy for lubrication, "I don't think you're going to enjoy it." Then Yvette placed the head of the strap-on against Ulyana's crinkled, tight asshole and her world came crashing down around her. Bright Lights I turn, look at her in the eye and not only place the light yellow one I had in hand but take another light purple in color and place it in the basket. Taking a different colored one that's bright red off the rack I slowly drop it in almost defiantly in with the rest of the items also. "My dear, it's not only about what things you like... It's what the other person likes also..." Seeing her go beat red, I see her look down; totally defeated I decide to put this game into overdrive. Having placed the red one in the basket, I take another black lace sheer push up bra and move in behind her. With her head still looking down, I see her start to grow goose bumps on her shoulders and arms once more. I lightly grasp her right forearm bringing it up over behind her head and place a strap around it seeing her right breast sway a little from the movement. Placing her arm back on the basket I whisper "Gooood, very goood" in a calm and soothing voice and say "Now the other one", seeing her change arms to hold the basket she proceeds as asked. Lifting as directed I reach out slightly bumping into her large left mound while reaching for the bra, I hear her take in a slight breath. Now, taking her forearm and direct it into the appropriate loop, I fasten it in the back whispering "Now, doesn't that feel better my sweet lovely Francine??" Adjusting all the necessary straps in the back, I go to the front of her placing her hand back on the basket once more. "Mmmmmm, now that looks lovely!" I say stepping to the front her while looking at her new look. Seeing her redder than ever, I adjust her large mounds to fit comfortably in their new found home. Having closed her eyes to let me do the adjustments, I decide to play a little with them. Pulling the material here and there to better accommodate these large intruders into their rightful place, I take her left nipple pulling down the material saying "Sorry, it's just to lift them up more". Having a deep breath swell her chest even more, I proceed to manipulate it expertly between my fingers for a few seconds more, wondering what sensations she's experiencing right now. Letting it go into the desired spot, I proceed with her right one. Taking the nipple ever so gently with my left hand, I decide to get even bolder. Lifting the breast ever so by the piece of savory piece flesh I have in my grasp, I snake three fingers under it. Having her gasp lightly, I decide that I've taken it a little too far, so before I lose the game I slowly back off. I remove my fingers placing the flesh in it's place, lift up the material on both sides in place and nod. Seeing her whole body red, I say, "There, now that's the look you'll want to give!" hoping this calms her nerves. Opening her eyes once again and once again take in a normal breath, I let my own excitement settle down. "This is a push up bra." Seeing her unsure of what to say with her breasts almost spilling out of their confined space she opens her mouth. Deciding that whatever is going to come out of her mouth isn't going to be good for my cause I decide to cut her off. "If you don't like the color we can always try another a lighter color..." I say innocently turning a little towards the rack. Reaching for another lighter colored one I hear her stutter "N-NO, this one is fine. It's g-good, don't worry. I like black..." with a slight smile forming on her lips. "Although it seems a little tight..." once again giving some unwanted input. Deciding to put her more on the spot, I grab a light blue sheer push up one of the same size and place it in the basket. I smile and tell her "Don't worry, I'm a professionnal!" Knowing full well that I've taken the bras slightly smaller than supposed to, but instead the recommended by me size. Giving her another toothy smile, I direct her attention to the next section, the panties. While looking at some of the more tame pieces, I retake the initiative by handing her some of the more risqué look to look at and maybe try on. Looking over the thongs with some approving sounds, I look at some lace panties quickly jump entirely over the more modest section. Continuing on with the see through lace sheer section with a final sound of approval I wait. Seeing my willing accomplice, I look her over looking at what I handed her, naked from the waist up with her fantastic large perky breasts with nipples as fog lights she's holding up a basket with her beige knee high skirt. Looking vulnerable there, wonder what she's sporting on underneath, I take three or four thongs all in different shades of colors but all sheer now and tell to try these on back in changing area. Seeing her relieved she quickly agrees and heads there without a second thought. Walking behind her I see her nice full hips sway back and forth in a hypnotic movement I follow her entranced by her movements. Already stopping, I look up having arrived at our destination too soon for my taste. Saying how lovely she is her man is a lucky fellow having such a woman grace their house, she should try some other things as I hand other accessories to her. Not knowing her taste I picked up a few items along the way like ankle bracelets and other small plastic trinkets to accentuate her great curvy legs. I show her a matching black bottom part to her top and tell her to try it on. Having her reluctantly agree, she finally puts the basket on the chair with the things there. Seeing that she wasn't sure of what to do next, I coax her into trying this one handing over the black bottoms. She nods, looks up seeing I wasn't going to leave she shyly grabs the side zipper and tugs it down. As I thought, I bland pair of white panties with a full back seeing the end of them stick out up behind her. Softly urging her on with compliments of how great she'll look and feel with these on, I wait to see her hidden prize come out in view. Seeing her let the skirt slip and fall off to the floor, I see her pause once again. Thinking to myself god she's slow, I once again pick up the slack by saying, "They'll get some getting used to but once that's done they look great!" Having her faith replenished I see her quickly take off her pair, looks down while stepping sideways to conceal herself placing a hand on her private area extending her right hand out. Wondering what she'll do, I barely place it on the tip of her fingers. Francine slightly jumps letting more of the material slip through her fingers and unfortunately drops to the floor. Seeing her quickly open her eyes, I see her scan the floor and before I can move for it she has it in hand with cat like reflexes already and is placing it around her legs hiking it up. Astonished by this, I smile to myself thinking little kitty is fast when she wants to be. Since we're the only two left in the place, I tell her she can try them on and go over to the large mirror outside of the dressing area instead to get a better view of herself. Seeing her agree faster than before is see her walk out of the stall, take a look around to be sure then I see her continue on to the full length mirror. Following her over, not normally used to see someone model for me my own articles of clothing in such a manner, I bring her over to the front and tell her to spin around. Discreetly looking at her fabulous curves, I tell her to strike some casual poses for her to have a good idea of the items on her. Looking at herself from her left side, then the right I can see how she likes the look of them and show her another pair from her basket I picked up before leaving the stall. Insisting that she'll love them I run back and get the basket with all of my selection handing out various colors. Starting from the more elegant then working my way to the more slutty provocative ones I pass them over. Giggling she hands them back saying that she couldn't wear such items. I tell her, "Look it's for your husband right?? Maybe you have to let yourself go. Imagine his face when he sees that he's married to the beautiful woman of his dreams!" Urging her to let herself be more adventurous and saying at how excited her husband will be, she succumbs to my pleading. I tell her to walk around in the garment, to let the feeling of them sink into her being. Let them become part of her and get the sensation of them. I hear her ask for a pair of modest earrings, upon hearing this I dart to a nearby stand and say that if she's going to go, go in style. I arrive over to the earring stand, go straight for the more provocative selection and pick up a pair and leave. Rejoining my newfound mannequin I hand her the biggest pair of gold like hoop earrings I could find on the rack giving her a little wink. After a few moments to let her slip on the slutty earrings, I decide to encourage her to walk around pretending that she herself is a high-class runway model while telling her to watch how she does it. Walking over to radio, I fumble to find a suitable music station to suit the mood while I start to gently sway to the music. Knowing that where I'm standing hidden by a pillar I scream out "Let the show begin!" As I start I give my 'audience' the sideways glance, give them the pouty lips look, the blown kiss routine I see it's having a effect on the customer I decide to up the stakes. Sway my hips little further as well as gently touch myself here and there. For a grand finale I bend swiftly at the waist giving the shocked audience a view of my full backside knowing full well my skirt had risen up giving a view of my lace panties. I hear clapping, slightly blushing and covering my face more for effect than anything else I say thanks and say she went with the music and didn't think it was really good. Knowing that she had practice being a stripper in her more delinquent days, I wonder how Francine is going to compare. I step out from my confined space but still behind a shelf and a pillar I say for her to try it, it feels great. Seeing my brown haired beauty bare feet, I tell her to wait a second and head for the shoe department. Looking for special pair that I found particularly appealing, one that could have a small lock placed on them. I take a pair after checking and getting a size six, too small for her, of four inch shinny black knee high latex ones. Running back, then slowing to a normal speed a few feet away from her wiping away my huge grin and replace it with a more casual smile I hand over the pair. Seeing her face go pale with the items in hand I kneel down to take her left leg and start to place her new four-inch black shoes on. Hearing her say "Oh my, god!" Letting out a laugh I continue placing it on. Once done I let her leg slide down, her other leg has the full weight on it bending her other one at the knee. I quickly tell her to shift her weight saying "Don't wooorry, this is his fantasy. So stand up properly so I can place the other one. And be proud!" With this she has a light pink come over her face one again and I can see her grow a few inches as I was looking slightly down on her before. Now she's the one looking down on me lifting her leg with a giggle. Wanting to keep up this momentum I take her leg and take my time putting this one on. "You have to undo them here then place your foot in it, then buckle it again." Letting her leg down I can clearly see she's now a good three inches taller than me now, I knew I had her. "Stand straight, don't slouch, hands to the sides, chest out and smile." Seeing her do my every whim brought some tingling between my own thighs. So caught up in the moment, I glance down and see her having the same problem except she was rubbing her thighs together ever so slightly. Raising an eyebrow I raise my gaze upwards. Having her two large breasts almost standing at attention, her darker pink nipples sticking out with two large light pink aureoles surrounding them with her two flag like poles in the middle, I smile. "You look radiant!!" Seeing her take the comment with great enthusiasm, trying to stand taller and prouder by flexing her legs I continue on with my show. "Ok Marilyn, time to strut your stuff!! Be all you can be!" I say in a loud voice while gently nudging her back to her stage out in the open space of my store. Turning around I walk a few feet and see her starting to walk back towards me, I raise my hand and say to do it there because she'll feel more at ease in her new shoes with the open area knowing full well she'll have nothing to hide behind. Seeing her slowly start to rock her hips back and forth feeling a little out of place. Almost losing her balance a few times I tell her "You're doing great! Just walk around to get the feel of them!" Thinking that I've seen better moves on a corpse urge her on and to let herself go. Feeling the attention she'd been seeking I see her get a little bolder and touches herself. Seeing that my customer is getting into it I start to applaud and press her on. After a few minutes of this, I suggest that she try a black leather suit that I had the store order a few of. Being full body suits with large two holes to let the breasts slip out, another for the crotch area and a larger gap to keep the entire back exposed with the entire rear end open. I had wanted to see someone in one of these for a while, but having no customer daring enough, I kept them mostly for show since they weren't big sellers here anyways. Having only 5 different sizes I chose one that's a size to small for her full hips and rush back. I head over to the radio and lower the volume and hand it to her. Not wanting for her to have time to back out of it, I decide to assist her putting it on. I tell her to take off the bra and thong since the're of no use. Once totally naked I look her over, her body now covered with goose bumps, she looks ravishing. Round hips, large breasts, curvy legs, nice long light brownish hair, I can't imagine who wouldn't go for someone like this. Little dazed, I continue pulling at the buckles free as fast as I can and slip the platforms off. Grabbing a nearby corset, I eventually manage after a few tugs and pullsto get it snuggly on her. She says it feels a little tight but I counter saying it's because of the new material and to give it time to stretch a little. With her breasts proudly on display, her large round hips and her buttocks cheeks exposed with the back leather over his hips, she looks absolutely spectacular. Suggesting for her to walk around in the open space to get a feel for the outfit, I see my customer prancing around much like before. After a moment of this, I get tired of it and tell her that she really move around it in it now to see if she can feel comfortable in it. Walking over to the radio I turn the volume up louder than before and start to scream as if I were a juvenile seeing a star. Making her feel back in the limelight, Francine again starts to sway like before. With the 'audience' pleading her to go on she once again starts to dance. Twisting, turning, swaying to the music she shakes her hips, she was moving as if she was born to do this. I hand her a neon color pink boa which she wraps around her neck. Seeing her shake and move her hips for all that she's worth, having me as her attentive crowd chant her on. With the added incentive I see her drop to her knees and starts mimicking a large lustful black panther slowly crawling around in a small circle all the while making exaggerated movements to move her luscious hips. She stops slipping her legs under her, leaving her love box exposed having wrapped the boa around her. I see her lick the back of her hand as if she was an incredibly sexy feline in heat. Seeing her lick her left hand then starts sucking on her fingers, then she slowly eases her right hand between her thighs. With her left hand she lifts her left breast to her lips, I tell her to do it slower and to bite on her nipple. I see her do it all the while fingering herself for me, her crowd. I direct her to lie back and do it, knowing that this way her face is more visible. Not wanting for her stardom feeling to leave I decide once again to scream something out "OH MY GOD! IT'S MARILYN MONROE!!" to keep her going. Seeing her neck and the top of her chest change color I decide to pursue this, "Oh my, I wonder what she uses for skin cream?" saying that in a lower voice. "My god, she's sexy!" I shout at the top of my lungs. Giving other compliments ranging how radiant she is, what perky breasts she has, lovely facial features, beautiful curves and nice round buttocks, I tell her to continue and once again continue to cheer her on. First I see her pull down the right side of the suit snaking her arm from its tight restraint then ever so slowly the left. Her breasts again in full view I see her grab both lustfully in her hands and pulls the nipples till they're almost a inch long firmly sticking out. With all the added attention they've gotten they're all puffy and engorged and extremely sensitive, I again see her shiver, pure lust going through her body now. Seeing this carnal lust unfold I start to clap with greater interest while having her continue the show, I wonder what wonderful sensations she must be having. Seeing her dance like a slutty diva, I imagine her surrounded by a horde of handsome rich doctors on some center stage while everyone is in awe of her body she must be feeling the center of attention. Francine's probably thinking 'People are lucky they are to be eyeing such beauty and feline grace like me' with my added comments. It's all increasing to the sensations of my little diva I decides to for it all. Chanting now for her take it off, I see her see her slowly start to raise her legs. Seeing the newfound diva raise her leg as she takes hold of her panties and eases it off in slow suggestive manner. Doing almost the same with her other side but having it rest between her legs on her mound once it's off. I see her grab it in her hands and start to pass it all over her love box having her spread her legs magnificently now. Seeing that the cloth in hand has now turned fully damp from her juices, she brings up a finger to her mouth which she eagerly snakes it in. Having her other hand start to penetrate between her pink folds and stimulate herself even further; her upper body covered in a light sweat with goose bumps, I envy her for the sensations she must be experiencing right now. At that precise moment the music is stopped to have some publicity on the radio. Opening her tightly shut eyes open, she's suddenly thrown back into the real world. Sitting up she blinks a few times and looks around at the surroundings and starts to blush furiously. Turning brighter by the second she takes the boa to cover herself as much as possible. Looking to her left she sees me the clerk smiling and clapping. "Told you that it would be liberating!" was the only thing I could come up with trying to calm the naked doe in front of me. She stands up and trying to conceal herself with the boa as much as possible I see give off a faint smile and blush even more with that remark. She grabs the sleeves of the suit and quickly slips into her leather confines. Grabbing her purse, pants, shoes, sweater and coat while taking her shoes in hand I see her head towards the door lost in all her thoughts. Seeing this, I gently grab her wrist. Inquire if she's going to purchase the items pointing to the boa that's now wrapped around her sticking out obscenely in between her reddened breasts. Cursing to herself under her breath I see her go towards the cash register. Once there she hands me a gold visa card seeing that she's visibly annoyed with herself. I take it in hand and discreetly eye the customer/dancing queen shifting her weight from foot to foot and wonder what to say. By now her face has lost some of the color and decide to be as bold "Well I hope the items will bring some kind of adventure!" Bright Lights With this I she gives me back a small fake smile, looks at her watch and turns slightly eyeing her much wanted way of escape. Meanwhile with the credit card in hand I do all the necessary steps in purchasing the items. Thinking to myself this has been the best day yet! Wanting to prolong her discomfort, I hand over the bill pointing to the items like the shoes, stockings, boa and of course the body suit. Meanwhile I study her out of the corner of my eye, seeing my new found mannequin lost in thought of how she's going to explain all of this to her husband, I quickly ask for her full name phone number, I use a one the many fliers next to register as an excuse quickly taking her name and phone number down. Scribbling it on a piece of paper next to register I slip it under the rest of the papers. Seeing her cool down a little I hand her several bags to put her normal clothes in and her purchases. By now the tension is diminished and I hear her say that she's never done anything remotely close to this. I counter, "Don't worry! Nothing to be worried about, no one was harmed. Some might of come out of their shells! This store is made for fantasy, to fulfill fantasies." Giving her a broad smile and a light tap on her bill while pushing it towards her. With that said, the customer places her belongings in the bag and takes her coat. While putting on her coat she looks down at her nipples and says, "What a dream, they're so red it kinda hurts!" Looking up a tear falls from her eye, seeing this I walk over going around the counter and assure her that no one was hurt, nothing is wrong and that it's over. Patting on her left bottom cheek say, "Well at least these aren't red!" We both let out a little chuckle and tell her that she gave such a good performance, "The earrings and ankle bracelet are on the house" with a wink. Brushing away another tear saying "Don't worry, it's over." Giving her a small hug I decide to get even closer by wrapping my arms around her waist. Feeling her breasts press into me I lightly pat her on the back fighting the urge to touch her buttocks. Feeling her normal self again she gives me a few words of thanks and takes the bags and slowly heads toward the door. Seeing my best customer leave gives me a little grief hoping that the items help her give as good of a show as tonight. I look up the see her heavenly buttocks sway from left to right and she says, "Well maybe I'll give them one last show" referring to those left ouside. Only now thinking that her marvelous full firm buttocks is proudly on display with her hiding the front of herself as best as she can with her bags and shoes. I eye her buttocks giggle ever so when she forces the door open. Snapping out of it by the thought of the camera catching all of it on tape, I run over to the front door and see a Lexus SUV speed off. With a mischievous grin from ear to ear, I lock the door and run to the back room where the VCR is located screaming out, "YOU WANNA DANCE BITCH?".