Chapter 17: Teasing with Benefits

(Alison’s Story)

Alison Knox stepped out of the changing room in a thin, black nightie. Cut low in the front and high on the thigh it presented a racy image of her slim body hinting at everything the raven haired beauty had to offer without giving it way.

Adopting a slutty pose Alison asked the seated blonde, “Does this say breed me?”

“Oh definitely breed me!” Tracy exclaimed with a little clap. “It even looks a bit like a maternity dress.”

Turning to admire herself in the mirror that dominated the changing room’s back wall Alison had to admit the loose fitting nightie did look a bit like a maternity dress. “You know,” the brunette mused, “the fact I could still wear it after getting knocked up is a definite plus. Do you think Todd will like it?”

“He’s your husband. You tell me,” Tracy responded.

Alison thought it was great how the two of them had been able to twist the weirdness of the day into something fun. A series of odd events had plagued both woman since entering the mall. First some joker had given them both Breeding Passes at the mall’s entrance. Then a perverted teen had propositioned Tracy to have sex with him in a changing room. In the end both woman had taken it all with good humor transforming their shopping trip into the hunt for the perfect ‘breeding’ outfit, a quest that had eventually lead them to one of the malls multiple lingerie stores.

“Okay. Now it’s your turn.” Alison said. Not bothering to change out of the nightie the brunette traded places with her blonde friend giving Tracy access to the changing rooms while she took a watchful seat besides their purses and shopping bags.

Normally the conservative Alison would feel ill at ease sitting in a public place wearing nothing but a nightie. However the changing booth was located down a short hallway providing a modicum of privacy from the rest of the store. The store catered exclusively to women anyway.

It took Tracy only a few dull moments to change into her outfit. Throwing the stall door open the blonde stepped out in a tight white corset. The form hugging garment threw away all attempts at subtlety, drawing attention to Tracy’s most subjective female qualities.

Bending at the waist Tracy gave Alison a compromising look down her low cut top. “Does this do it for you?”

Alison laughed. “Not me, girl.” She mockingly put up one hand to block her view of Tracy’s tightly packed cleavage. “Put them away already.”

Tracy had a way of embarrassing Alison like no one else could. The scandalized brunette was certainly glad the two of them were alone in the narrow hallway. Tracy could be even worse with a crowd.

Standing tall the blonde asked in a more serious tone, “So what do you think? Is this a breeding outfit?”

“It says run.” Alison answered honestly. “It looks like the undergarment of a wedding dress. Or maybe some fancy ball gown. Too much commitment for your average man.”

Tracy put a hand to her forehead and looked out into blank space. Invoking her best imitation of a defenseless southern belle she said “Woe is me. A noble damsel in need of a handsome and honorable lover to impregnate me. Is there truly no southern gentleman present willing to take on such a noble and necessary undertakings as this?”

“Excuse me.” broken in a deep male voice. Turning both woman found their private little hallway had been invaded by a man. And not just any man. A black giant. Seven feet tall with a bulky linebacker’s build. The man was conveniently handsome and well dressed.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your plight.” the man interceded. He held out a laminated card for Tracy to take. “Perhaps I can be of service.”

Tracy stared at the words Breeding Pass printed on the card for a long moment. Glancing up at the man the blonde teasingly gave the stranger a slow once over taking in every inch of his well built frame.

“Ummm ... You do have a nice body.” Tracy teased.

“As do you.” The stranger countered. His roaming eyes fixed on the blond’s curves.

“But are you a true southern gentleman?” Tracy asked.

“From the deepest south.” The stranger answered.

Alison shook her head in disapproval at her friend’s over the top flirtation. She knew Tracy was toying with the man. She had always been fond of acting more promiscuous than she actually was.

Tracy stepped back into the changing room. “I do find myself in a sudden fit of distress.” she said in a most inviting tone.

“I’m always happy to help a lady in need.” The stranger answered as he confidently stepped in after Tracy. Turning, the man gave Alison a bright smile as he closed the stall door behind him.

Alison was totally dumb struck by her friend’s scandalous behavior. Tracy was a tease, but this was over the top even for her. The brunette instinctively tried the door only to find it locked.

“Occupied.” Tracy called out from her side of the plywood barrier.

Pressing her ear against the door Alison could hear the sounds of garments rustling and Tracy’s endless giggling. “Don’t tear it! I haven’t even paid for it yet!” the blond fussed.

Alison knocked on the closed door.

No answer. Only the faint echo of Tracy’s voice as she conversed with the man. “This is such a thrill. I don’t even know your name yet.”

Concerned Alison knocked harder. “Tracy. Come on out. This isn’t funny any more.”

Tracy’s muffled voice continued to drifted through the changing room door. “All I can say is wow. What have you been feeding that thing?”

“Pussy.” came the man’s gruff answer.

Worried for her friend, Alison banged on the door even harder. “Tracy! Stop! You can’t tease men like that!” She cried out.

“Who’s teasing!” Tracy shouted back.

Alison was at a loss. She really didn’t know what to do. From within the changing room Tracy let out a shrill squeal which was rapidly followed by the thick masculine grunts of a man in the process of getting off.

Alison could just make out Tracy’s giddy laughter beneath the man’s exaggerated grunts.

Laying down on her stomach Alison peaked under the stall door.

Both Tracy and her breeder were completely nude. Standing upright the man held Tracy suspended in mid air using only his muscular arms to keep her aloft. The blond’s feet never touched the ground as he repeatedly raise her up and down his oversized cock.

The playful smile on Tracy’s face made it clear the blond was enjoying herself immensely.

Alison found herself captivated by the scene. The spying brunette was fascinated by the sheer strength of Tracy’s impromptu lover. His ability to raise and lower her friend like she was nothing more than an air-filled doll. And that cock. A thick oversized rod of veins and width. Truly a muscle of an entirely different sort.

From behind a male voice said, “If you asked real nice I’m certain they’ll let you join in.”

Caught completely off guard Alison looked up to find the voice belonged to a man in his early twenties. Combining playboy good looks with a head of golden blond hair the speaker was strikingly handsome.

Blushing red from embarrassment Alison quickly climbed back to her feet. “I was just making sure my friend was okay.” the brunette hastily explained. “She’s never done anything like this before.”

“I’m sure she’s having quite the time in there,” the man answered. Giving the door a good rap with his closed fist. “Lincoln has a way with the ladies.”

“Good God Alison!” Tracy shouted. “We’ll be done in a minute!”

“The hell we will! I’m giving you the deluxe love making package!” Lincoln boasted.

“I guess I’ll just give them a moment to finish,” Alison said to the playboy. The way his eyes glided over her slim body made the brunette regret her earlier decision not to change out of the nightie. Now she no longer had a choice. All of her clothes were inconveniently locked in the same dressing room as the giggling Tracy and her new lover.

With a bit of flare the blond playboy flipped a card out from seemly thin air. Holding it at Alison’s eye level between two out stretched fingers. “I believe this is what you’ve been waiting for,” he said.