"Depends on what you're looking for," said a female voice. Emma turned to her left to see a young lady, maybe 22, looking her over. The streaked blonde was wearing a black blouse and a blue plaid pleated skirt that wasn't exceptionally long. She also had on knee highs and high heels.
"I'm going clubbing tonight," said the Other through Emma's body. "I want a sexy outfit. I'm thinking platform stripper heels, preferably transluscent, a micro-mini skirt that'll show off my ass, and a tight top that my nipples will poke through. Oh, and a metal collar with a ring."
"Like hell I'm dressing like that," said Emma in her head.
"We'll see," the voice responded.
The store employee said, "Well, looks like you've got some pretty specific things in mind. Why don't you follow me to the backroom and we'll see what we've got."
In the backroom, the store employee started pulling things out of boxes, getting Emma's requested outfit together. "You can try them on right here if you like." Emma expected the girl to leave, but instead, she sat right there and kept an eye on her client.
Emma began to protest, but she felt her hands begin to unbutton her top. "Please," said Emma in her head, "let me ask her to give me some privacy."
"What would be the fun of that?" said the voice. So Emma found herself stripping the clothes off of her body, one by one, until she stood naked. She noticed the sales girl licking her lips.
"Give her a show," the Other said. And soon Emma found that she was leaning against the wall, one hand playing with her breasts, the other inside her snatch.
"Not yet," said the sales girl. "That outfit looks pretty hot. Try it on."
Suddenly, Emma realized she was back in control. She went for her original outfit, but the Other stopped her. "I'll let you alone now, but I won't let you have your old clothes back. Better try the new ones."
Reluctantly, Emma reached for the new outfit, knowing it was the only way to hide herself. The red miniskirt was maybe two inches long. It wouldn't cover her entire pussy, and it had a slit up the side — no zipper, only a buckle. She didn't have access to her panties either. The blouse was white and see-through, making her breasts quite visible without a bra. The heels were six inches high even before the added height from the platforms. And the metal collar was there too, which she snapped around her neck.
"Damn, you look delicious," said the sales girl. "And I want a piece of you."
"I don't want to..." said Emma.
"Then it was quite a show you put on just to work me up and leave me hanging, right? Suit yourself. I was going to give you the clothes for free if you played along."
Emma was about to say she didn't want them anyway, but she heard the Other: "Remember, I'm not letting you have your old clothes back. It's these or nothing." She decided she'd take them. She was about to say she'd just pay for them, when the Other said: "Your wallet is with your old clothes, remember?" She was stuck.
"All right, I'll play," said Emma.
"Good," said the sales girl. "Now get on your knees and crawl to me." |