Chapter 16: A Salesman Walks Into a Thrift Store...

Bart was a classic traveling salesman, selling various tools and auto shop supplies to service stations. He was on the road for weeks at a time, with an expense account covering his mileage, lodging at basic motels, and meals. He was also something of a dirty old man, and he loved picking up teenagers for casual sexual encounters (one-night stands, as they used to be called), especially girls from poor, rough parts of the towns he visited. This meant he always had to use protection, but it was well worth it to be able to sink his cock into some hot young teen with a tight, grippy pussy. He found that poor girls like the ones he went out of his way to meet, were likely to put out for an older man, especially after he treated them to a nice dinner, or bought them a few drinks. Bart had become pretty good at evaluating a town after driving through, and he knew the places where teens likely hung out, and where he might meet a girl willing to hook up with him for the night. So, when he was in Springville, he always stopped by the local thrift store, where there were usually a few teens from the nearby mobile home park, generally shopping for clothes. That was the great thing about teenagers- they were growing up quickly at 15, 16 and 17, so they were always shopping for new clothes to fit the new- and often sexy- bodies they were newly showing off.

A lot of these teens were self-conscious about their looks, even when they were quite cute or had knockout bodies. Bart knew how to talk to them to let them know that he thought they were beautiful and desirable. Bart was always amused by guys who were afraid to approach hot girls in fear that they would be shut down. In Bart’s experience, some of the hottest girls- especially young ones- appreciated attention and were desperate for approval from men—even older men like Bart, who are a bit overweight and have partially gray hair.

Bart entered the store and was pleased to see that to reach the men’s clothing area, he had to walk through the ladies’ and girls’ clothing racks, which filled almost half of the big store. He looked around for a teen to talk to and was not disappointed to see several in different areas, browsing the racks. Of the two that caught his eye, he decided to focus on the scruffy-looking brunette, who wore a pair of tight cutoffs, and a thin cotton top that ended midway between her tits and her belly button, showing off her firm abs and a flashy belly button ring, with dangling sparkly fake diamonds. She was thin, but when she turned he could see that she carried a pair of firm torpedo-shaped tits high on her teen chest. She had a cute mouth, with a slight overbite, that gave her a bit of an innocent and dumb look. Her brown hair was cut about shoulder length, somewhat stringy, and looked like she had not washed or styled it. She was no beauty queen, but her body was tight and hot. Bart approached her as she was looking at some tops and was holding two rather small camisole tops in front of her as if deciding between them.

Bart smiled at the girl and gave an admiring up-and-down look over her whole body. The girl looked back at him with something of a sneer.

“What are you lookin’ at, dude?” she said, dropping the two tops to her side, as she looked back at the middle-aged guy. She also tossed her hip to the side, accentuating her tight ass that peeked from the edge of her little cutoffs.

“Just admiring a hot girl,” Bart said, continuing to smile. “Are you a model, by any chance?” he asked, engaging the girl in a direction that almost always worked.

“Hahaha,” the girl said.

“I’m Bart,” he asked before she asked, “What’s your name, beautiful.”

“I’m Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam,” she said, letting her guard down just a bit, to find out who this well-dressed guy was. “Where are you from? I ain’t seen you around Springville before.”

“No, I’m just here on some business, staying at the new Marriott by the airport,” Bart explained. “I stopped here to pick up a pair of shorts or swim trunks because the Marriott has got a swimming pool that looked pretty inviting.”

Sam perked up a bit at the mention of the new Marriott. She hadn’t been there, but her ma told her it was real fancy, and expensive, and had beautiful new rooms and a big indoor swimming pool.

“That’s why I asked if you’re a model, because in my business we are always looking for really cute young models, to feature in our product catalogs,” he continued, as he continued blatantly looking Sam over.

“Turn around once, so I can see your whole body,” he ordered confidently.

Sam wasn’t sure he was legit, but she turned around anyway, giving him a little hip toss, and resting a hand on her bony hip as she finished the turn. Her beat-up Chuck Taylor sneakers squeaked as she came to a stop.

“So, waddya think,” Sam said, a little smile making her two front teeth poke out over her lower lip. She stood with her chest thrust forward, her firm tits straining the fabric of her thin cotton top. “And what kind of business puts models in their catalogs.?”

“Snap-On Tools,” Bart responded. “You might have seen our calendars at local service stations or garages.”

Sam lit up. “Oh, yeah, my friend Trevor works at the Shell station, and they got a Snap-On calendar. I’ve seen them. Trevor thinks the girls are pretty hot!”

“That’s the one,” Bart smiled.

“Shit,” Sam said with another sneer. “I ain’t hot like those girls. They’re all super tall and have big tits and shit.”

“Well,” said Bart, throwing out his first hook, “you’d be surprised how many of those girls thought the same thing when salesmen like me suggested they send in some pics to the company. Most of them didn’t look super-hot without some make-up, hair styling, a new outfit, and of course, high heels.”

“Wow,” said Sam, her mouth now open, and her front teeth making her look more naïve than she was.

“Have you got any fashion pictures of yourself I could submit to the company,” Bart asked, knowing she didn’t.

“Shit, I didn’t even buy my school pics for my junior year. Ma said they was too expensive,” Sam said, looking down, and kicking the floor.

“Well, I’d hate for you to miss an opportunity to be in our catalog or on our calendar for lack of pics,” Bart said. “Maybe I can help.”

“I’m listening,” Sam said, looking anxiously at Bart.

“Come back with me to my hotel, where I’ve got my Nikon that I use to document what our customer’s shops look like.” Bart explained. “I can take some pics of you in an outfit, and in a bikini, which is what all our models wear in the catalogs and calendars. I assume you’ve got a sexy bikini, and some high heels, right?”

“I haven’t worn my bikini since last summer,” Sam said downcast, “so I don’t know if it fits. And I got no reason to wear high heels, but I guess I could borrow a pair from my ma. She’s got some for her dancin’ job.”

Bart smiled, as he realized the girl was describing her mother as a dancer, likely at the gentleman’s club up the road.

“I got a better idea, Sam,” Bart said, putting a hand on the girl’s nicely muscled shoulder. “Let’s just buy you a new bikini and a pair of high heels right here. I’m sure we can get everything we need to make you look hot and sexy for less than 50 bucks. It’ll be my treat because I get a finder’s fee if I find a new Snap-On model.”

Bart didn’t want to risk that stopping at her house, or more likely her trailer. That would mean possibly meeting up with her mother, who might nix the idea of her seventeen yar-old daughter going off to some guy’s motel room.

“Yeah, ok,” said Sam. “But I I think my friend Sandy should come along too. My ma wouldn’t want me goin’ off alone to some dude’s hotel room.”

“Sure,” Bart immediately agreed, “I get it. And if you want, we could take the pics at the hotel pool, in public, so there’s no issue with that. And that’s the perfect background for a girl in a bikini, too, right.?”

“Yeah, OK,” Sam said, “I’ll find Sandy, and she can help me find a swimsuit and some heels.”

She looked around, and she spotted her friend three aisles over, near the dressing rooms. Bart followed the teen, admiring her tight ass cheeks that peeked from her short jean cutoffs as she walked toward her friend. Bart was delighted that her friend was also cute. Sandy was slightly taller than Sam, bleached blond, with long legs and a nice set of firm tits in a form-fitting stretchy camisole, that also showed off her skinny body and tight abs. She wore a pair of black booty shorts that really showed off her tight little ass. She was kind of plain looking, with a small nose, full lips, and her hair worn in scruffy pigtails, that stood out a little wildly from the sides of her head.

Bart stood back as the girls talked, giggled and looked back at him. He heard Sandy say “omigod” several times, and both girls giggled and hugged each other, before they came back to him smiling.

“Yeah, we’ll go with you, Mr. Bart,” Sam said. “But Sandy wants you to buy her a bikini and take some pics of her, too.”

“Hmmmm,” Bart considered, as if it was a tough decision. He told Sandy to turn around, and he looked over her sexy teenage body as she turned. He even reached out to lightly touch her waist, and let his hand slip down over her butt cheeks as she finished her little pirouette for him. Sandy just smiled, and gave Bart a little wink.

“All right, I think I can afford to dress two prospective models,” he said finally, “let’s find you aspiring models some bikinis!”

“Yay,” the two said in unison, as they scampered toward the swimsuit rack, their little butts flexing, and making Bart hard.

He followed from a distance and smiled as the girls began pulling suits from the rack.

“I’ll just sit back here by the dressing rooms,” Bart said, “and you girls can come out and show me what you’ve found that you like, and I’ll tell you if I think it will work for your little audition.”

The girls giggled, and shoved each other back and forth, making their little titties jiggle, as they pulled out and put back at least a half dozen swimsuits. They were giggling and laughing for at least ten minutes of holding up the little outfits on the special hangers, finally each settling on what looked like 2 or 3 suits each to take into the dressing rooms.

“Don’t go away, Mr. Bart,” said Sandy with a big toothy smile, as she looked over her shoulder as her hot butt in the booty shorts disappeared into the first room, and Sam went into the other.

“I’m buying, so I got no choice,” said Bart with a laugh.

The girls continued to giggle as they put on the suits, and just minutes after they went in, they both came out and looked in the mirrors that were attached to the dressing room doors. This gave Bart a chance to look at the two from the rear, wearing the tiny bikinis that they had chosen to try on first. Sam’s tight little ass looked particularly tasty, the firm pale butt cheeks completely obscuring the tiny string of the pink bikini bottoms, between the small triangle at the top, and the pink fabric at the bottom that stretched over her pussy mound. Bart couldn’t say if she could be a model, but she sure looked fuckable from the rear. Sandy wore a more classic bikini bottom, a narrow strip of bright aqua fabric that stretched across her firm butt cheeks and revealed her pale cheeks both above and below the small bikini panties. Her tan lines somehow made her pale ass look even sexier. When the girls turned around, he was not disappointed. Each had chosen a tiny bikini top that stretched lewdly over firm tits, revealing at the edges the soft flesh mounds, and the protruding nipples that each girl’s firm young tits displayed. Bart felt his cock stiffen and it rose perceptibly under his dress slacks.

“Nice,” Bart said appreciatively, as the two showed off their hot bodies for him, prancing around, and not moving away when Bart placed his hands on their sides, to turn them this way and that as he looked them over, licking his lips a little at their sexy display. “You girls are about the same size, too, which is great, cuz you can trade off outfits to see who wears it best. We’ll have some fun,” Bart smiled warmly.

“Now I need each of you to find a babydoll-style nighty, too.” Bart told them, pointing toward the sleepwear section. “Those are popular in our catalogs, too.”

The girls, still wearing the tiny bikinis, scampered off to where the nighties were racked, they returned each with a filmy negligee set, one in pink and the other in a soft blue. They came back giggling and laughing and disappeared again into the adjacent dressing rooms.

When they came out this time and turned around to look in the full-length door mirrors, Bart had to catch his breath. Sam wore the pink babydoll over a filmy pink sheer panty, that left nothing to the imagination as it tightly encased her ass cheeks, below the wispy top that flared open from the middle of her back. Sandy’s slightly too-small outfit had a top that also flared outward, and her blue sheer panties contrasted nicely with the pale firm globes of her little butt. When they turned and started their sexy walk toward him, Bart’s cock stiffened again as he saw that the filmy sheer fabric gently held their firm tits, and only accentuated the nipples that topped their sexy teen tits. Sam’s brown nipples were obvious under her pink top, and Sandy’s slightly more pink nips strained under the sheer blue gauze of her top. They both radiated sex.

“Good choices, girls,” said Bart, as his mouth watered a little and he inadvertently re-arranged his stiff cock in his lap. The girls noticed and giggled and pointed as he adjusted himself through his pants. “Now let’s find you some heels to wear with those outfits.”

“You got a boner, Mr. Bart,” Sandy giggled, pointing. “Do you think we look sexy?”

Sam giggled with Sandy, and they both wiggled their asses at him for a moment. Bart ignored their little tease.

“Come with me,” Bart said, grabbing each girl and leading them toward the shoe department. Still dressed in the sexy see-through babydoll outfits, he couldn’t wait to help them try on high heels.

Once each girl had found a pair of heels in her size, Sam a 7 and Sandy an 8, they took seats side by side at the fitting chairs. Bart pulled up the little stool in front of Sam, to help her put the shoes on. She handed him the silvery high heels with 4 inch heels and sat back in the chair, keeping her legs together. Bart took hold of her left leg, and lifted it, pulling it to the side as he placed the shoe on her foot, and placed her foot on his right side. Then he lifted her right leg, and as lifted it up and to the left, he looked straight at her lightly furry teen pussy, her tight slit obvious under the film of the pink panties.