“Oh, I know the perfect place!”
Trisha dragged Tanya to a gothy little store toward a far corner of the mall. She excitedly started picking out a variety of clothing and dragged Tanya into the changing rooms. Tanya was rather shocked that Trish was coming in with her.
“I can change by myself you...”
Trisha smacked Tanya, being careful not to leave a bruise, then grabbed her by the hair and force a deep kiss on her trembling lips. Tanya was too stunned to respond as Trish stuck her tongue down her throat. By the time Trish pulled away, Tanya was gasping for air.
“Don't speak unless spoken to bitch. Now strip.”
Tanya begrudgingly started stripping. When she got down to her underwear and stopped.
“Did I tell you that you could stop? Finish.”
Tanya didn't get why she would have to take off her underwear just to try on clothes since Trish hadn't picked any out, but she did it anyway. Trish handed her some clothes and she started trying them on. Trish wouldn't keep her hands off Tanya the entire time grabbing handfuls of flesh at every opportunity, and telling her in detail out slutty each outfit made her look.
“Oh, that one displays your tits nicely!”
“Lovely camel-toe.”
“That skirt is short enough that people can see your ass.”
Eventually she decided on a black, shoulder-less crop-top with the section around the top of her breasts removed. The cloth barley covered her nipples and it was obviously a size too small. Along with it was a short black pleated skirt that barley covered her ass and rode low on her hips. She always picked out two bicep length black gloves, ankle high boots with white laces, and a pair of black stockings that ended an inch below the skirt.
“Gotta draw attention to that area if we want people to really think you're a slut! Now, let's head out. We can pay for it and you can wear it out of the store.”
Tanya was mortified that she would be walking out in this outfit, especially without underwear. Little did she know it was about to get worse. There was a guy at the counter that had been curiously watching them the entire time they were picking out cloths. Trisha walked up holding Tanya's hands.
“We'll take these.”
The guy was a little stunned.
“Umm, ma'am, our tags are on the inside of the clothes. I would have to pull them out to scan them.”
“I know. Go ahead. Tanya, put your hands behind your back and stand close enough to the counter for him to reach.”
Tanya went beat red, but did as she was told.
The guy's eyebrows went up, but he reached for the top. Carefully at first to make sure she wasn’t going to scream, he started pulling at the edge of the top looking for the tag. After a few seconds he got a little more bold.
“Hmm, I don't think this will work. Let's do this.”
He reached up and pulled the top up over Tanya's breasts. She gasped, but otherwise didn't react. Trish just smiled. He stood there trying to scan the tag, but intentionally missing, with Tanya's tits on display for anyone who walked in. He brushed and gropped her tits several times with the excuse that he was adjusting so he could scan better.
“Tricky little bastard. Ok there we go.”
He then moved on to her skirt. |