Chapter 13: So many firsts

After a moment, the trio made their way to the corner area, where a number of adult outfits were on display, a couple of mannequins adorned with a risqué outfit on one of them, and what looked like nothing more than a fishnet body stocking on the other.

“Something like this would make it clear she had her clamps on, yet still cover her for the most part,” Joanne said, pointing to a combination shirt and skirt hanging on one of the hooks. The skirt was red plaid and dangerously short, and the top was almost completely sheer, though the black fabric had some opacity. “Only 3 sizes here, not like the department stores, but I think a medium would work,” Joanne added, pulling one off the hook and holding it out to Peter.

“Oh, yes, mmm, I see,” he said, his eyes looking around at the other outfits and the mannequins. “We can try it, I guess. I can’t really get a feel for it without her putting it on”.

Talia looked around as she took the hangar from her brother, not seeing an obvious changing room. “Where is the changing booth?” she asked, looking at the outfit more closely. While normally such a top would be too daring and scandalous, she’d been standing bare-breasted for the last five or ten minutes, so a sheer top was actually a bit better.

“Oh, sorry, we don’t have one of those,” Joanne lied, glancing at Peter and shaking her head slightly when Talia was nervously scanning the room.

“No worries, Niki isn’t shy anymore, right, Niki?”

Talia stared at Peter and nodded slowly, her heart pounding as she realized he was really pushing, making her be the slut she fantasized about.

Deciding to try and claim some of her own back, she shrugged, as if it was no big deal, and answered: “No, not really, in fact, quite the opposite”. With that said, she handed him back the hanger and pulled her hands up to the dress, bunched about her waist, and began to push it down over her hips, exposing her nearly bare bottom to her growing circle of admirers. She was gushing inside, and she was sure that if her thong was not so dark and thick, her wetness would be visible. As it was, she felt a stickiness between her legs as she lifted one foot, and then the other, free of her dress. Unhooking the skirt from the hangar Peter was holding, she stared into his face, flushed and happy, and bent over to slip into the skirt, her rounded bottom pointing towards the young men who had first taken notice.

“Fuck, she’s hot for a lady!” she heard one of them say, blushing a little at their comment.

“Yeah, a fucking MILF for sure!” the other guy said, and she wondered for a second if it mattered that she was not a mother. She thought perhaps not.

She was doing it. She was doing it all. Acting like a slut who didn’t care who saw her. She was getting wetter and wetter, and as she pulled the thin sheer top over her clamped nipples and bare breasts, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, shocked at how transformed she had become. No mousey proofreader standing there now, she thought, her nipples tingling as the numbing pressure continued.

“I see she is much better behaved today, you must have been effective,” Joanne said, smiling with barely repressed hunger at the naughtily clad slut.

“Well, thank you. It was actually a combination of things, a lot on her to be honest, but yes, quite a bit different.” He took her discarded dress and put it on a nearby countertop, motioning for her to turn around as he looked at the outfit. He mouthed the word ‘Enjoy’ as she slowly turned, exposing her nearly bare back and outrageously short skirt as she turned. As she faced the rest of the store, circling slowly, she could see everyone looking at her, even Bob, standing near the front door and keeping an eye out. She had never felt like this, on display, being purposely shown off. Chuck’s dares had her exposing herself, true, but only to Peter, and her later ones had all been at home, other than the brief teases at the convenience store and the liquor store in the ‘Playground’. The only way she could handle the attention, the way the guys were all looking, was to play up her Niki persona and act like she really enjoyed this. Which she did, of course, but she was also trembling in nervous fear.

“Good enough, I guess, though it really doesn’t show off her nipple clamps. Or her piercings if we get them. How about something like that?” Peter said, pointing to the mannequin wearing a full-body white fishnet suit.

“Oh, one of our more popular items for sure,” Joanne said, smiling widely and enjoying the chance to toy with such a willing subject. “She’d need to get out of that one, though. Give me a moment to get one the correct size”. Joanne went to the other side of the display and began opening doors, looking for the proper garment and size.

Talia felt their eyes on her as she stood for a moment before channeling her inner Niki and reaching for the skirt’s clasp. With deft fingers, she undid the clasp, lowered the short zipper, and pushed the short garment over her hips, letting it fall easily to the ground. Once again, standing in just her thong and a see-through shirt, she stepped out of the skirt, crossed her arms, pulled the thin top over her head, tossed her hair back, and bent to grab the skirt, handing both to her bemused, smiling Peter.

“You are amazing,” he said, nodding at her nearly naked body, and she blushed with more than just arousal as she saw Joanne returning with a small package. Very small.

Peter took the package, opened it, and held up a collection of string that thankfully unfolded into a vague leotard shape. Getting something like that untangled looked like a nightmare.

“This still ok, right?”

“Of course, you kids need to see how it works for you!” Joanne said. “Besides, I’m sure all of my customers are going to be inspired to buy lots of products today. Aren’t you boys?” she said, turning and giving the two boys and the three other male customers a piercing gaze.

A chorus of “Yes ‘m’s”’s and “Of course!”’s could be heard as she turned back to watch Peter and the nearly naked Talia.

“Of course, I am not sure why I bother, she practically strips naked wherever we go,” Peter teased, handing the body stocking to Talia, watching as she slowly figured out how to put it on, sliding the netting carefully over her head, and then her chest, being careful to not snag on the nipple clamps. As she pulled it down, bending over to reach through her legs and snap the bodysuit shut, she felt herself relaxing a little, more into her confident Niki role, less worried about what anyone might be thinking.

“Hmm, that thong doesn’t work though. Get it off.” Peter said abruptly, watching as Talia nervously reached down and unhooked the fishnet body stocking. She hesitated, forestalling the inevitable, reaching for the waistband of her thong. This was it. She was going to be naked in public, letting a bunch of strangers look at her nude body. Just like Niki. Just like a slut would. Feeling the heat between her legs increasing, she quickly pushed the thong down, bending over lewdly as she removed the damp garment from around her feet and legs.

“Dude! I told you she’d be shaved. All sluts are.”

“Fucking shut up. She’s not a slut, she’s just...”

The two younger males continued to banter back and forth as Talia once again reached between her legs and snapped the suit closed. Not that it covered anything, not at all. Looking in the mirror, she could clearly see her clamp-enclosed nipples, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, and the damp pinkness lining the slit between her legs, framed, rather than covered, by the barely there stocking.

“Turn, let me see again. Oh damn, that is pretty fucking nice,” Peter said, the other’s vulgarity obviously rubbing off on him. As she turned in a circle, again having to look at her attentive audience, she worked hard to stay in Niki mode, proud and aroused, ignoring the fear that was bubbling just beneath the surface.

“Great, I think we will take them both. You don’t mind if she just wears that one for now, though. She can slip her dress back on when we leave.”

“Oh, that would be quite all right. I thought you might be finished shopping, but you had something else?”

“Yes. We never got the paddle we were supposed to get yesterday.”

“Of course. You remember where they were?”

“Yes, back over by the vibrators and other toys. Come, my little slut.” Peter was casual and harsh, on purpose. He knew that Talia had been working hard to stay in the mood, and he wanted to make it as easy as possible for her to keep Niki in the forefront.

Peter took off to the other side of the store, leaving Talia standing there for a moment, looking at Joanne and the others before quickly following in his wake. She could feel her barely covered body pressing against the net of the body stocking, and her constant exposure was making her leak from her aroused cunt. The clips on her nipples had long since stopped hurting, though she could still feel a tug from them now and then as she walked across the shop. She was walking around, effectively naked, showing off her nipples and her bare ass. As she walked, she once again felt the plug marking her every step, and she was reminded yet again just how slutty she was acting. How slutty she was becoming. It was exciting and exhilarating. And a little scary at how easily she was letting herself be pushed into acting this way. It was mostly scary how much she was enjoying it, not that it was happening in the first place. She wanted more, she knew that, much, much more.