Chapter 532: Island Shopping

“If you three are going to keep talking about lies boys told about how you were getting it on with them, then forget about me taking you shopping,” I told them.

That got their attention.

They apologized and hugged each other.

I leaned toward the skinny girl with almost no tits and whispered in her ear, “Pull your tank off your chest. Your nipples are rock hard and puffed up after that hug. If your shorts weren’t soaked with sweat, everyone would see the wet spot. She isn’t into girls or even curious about it.”

I tapped her foot over to make it appear that she tripped. When the girl squeezed her nipples, she came so hard it made her legs turn to rubber.

After helping her get her balance, I made sure everyone heard me tell her, “We need to get you a bottle of sports drink and some food.”

The woman who worked at the front desk introduced herself as Kattie and brought in more gym shorts and school tank tops.

“I’m not going to take three sweaty, smelly girls out shopping anywhere. You’re going into the locker room, stripping, handing Kattie all your clothes, including panties, and getting in the shower. While you shower, I am going around the corner to get you some boring, plain white cotton panties. I don’t care what you may have stashed in your backpacks,” I told them.

One looked at me in defiance. In front of everybody, I told the girl that I would strip her in front of everyone. She told me to try it and see what happened.

You are standing here naked, showing off that nasty unkempt forest between your legs. What the hell? I might as well strip the other two girls too.

All three stood there naked in front of the two boys, their parents, Kattie, and the principal for all three seconds before tearing off toward the girl’s locker room.

“Are you some sort of perverted magician?” one of the moms asked.

“Not at all. After getting a run-in with some escaped prisoners and not telling my parents about it before the police called them, I got made to work at an underwear and bathing suit clearance outlet when I was fifteen. It was not the dream job I expected. Both only had a large changing area for the girls and women. I was skilled at getting girls of all ages out of their clothes and into the underwear or swimsuits they were trying on before they barely noticed. I can find the correct bra size for any body shape and size without even needing them to take off a thing. The cheap people running the place couldn’t understand why I left. After learning that they sell panties and bathing suits up to size twenty-five-X, I wasn’t letting them cheat me out of the commission promised for selling so many items in each store. The girls don’t have anything that anyone but the boys hasn’t ever seen before. Remember, you only gave me temporary custody of them until I brought them back to you.”

I left the girls in the gym locker room as I walked around the corner to the tourist trap clothing store next to the school. I got each girl a pair of panties, loose shorts, a tank with a shelf bra, and flip-flops. Their parents were gone when I got back.

“You can’t just walk in here like that! We are naked, and you’re a man!” a girl that wasn’t in here earlier said.

She was sopping wet with her hands on her hips. I turned her around, reached past her to get some shampoo, and started washing her hair.

“That isn’t exactly true. I own the place, and it is a private, not public, school. As for you being naked and me a man, I don’t know that has to do with anything. I’m big and fast enough to do what I wanted with you before you even saw me or could scream,” I told her before turning her around to push her under the water to rinse her hair.

As I talked to her, I shaved her legs and cleaned up around her landing strip. I recognized the binding she used when I opened her bag to get her clothes. I had her dried and dressed in panties, socks, and Gi pants without her noticing. She did snap out of things when I got her mammoth tits bound down tightly to her chest, but in a way that didn’t make it hard for her to breathe, like she hadn’t yet learned to do. She gave me a strange look and wouldn’t let me put her Gi shirt on her.

“How? You are a guy. I can’t even do it tightly and still be able to breathe,” she asked as she looked in the mirror at her bound breasts.

As I started braiding her hair down tightly to her head, I said, “Two of my best friends, who happen to be a lesbian couple, have chests bigger than yours. Both did martial arts from when they were little girls. They showed me. When do you have to be at the Dojo?”

“They have open mat time from three to five but don’t have anywhere to change. My parents can’t pick me up until after six, so I do my homework there, and then my parents pick me up after that,” she told me.

It is only one.

I had her stripped back down to her panties in a few seconds. I dug through her bag from the tourist trap store to get her shorts and a t-shirt. I redressed her before the three fighting girls were out of the shower.

“I saw Sammy written in your Gi. Is that your name or whoever gave you the Gi?” I asked.

“You can call me that if you want. My Sensei’s called me that for years because we had a Samuel and three Samanthas in the group when I started there. Why did you change my clothes?” she asked.

I pointed to the dripping wet girls I sent in here earlier.

The one with the never-trimmed or tamed black forest looked horrified when I pushed her down on the bench and spread her legs. She put her hands over her eyes and started bawling. Sammy grinned from ear to ear as she tossed me a box of ready-to-use strips coated in that As-Seen-On-TV green glop. I pushed them down on both sides of this girl’s pussy. As I used the place in my head to burn out most of the hairs right above the root, I used the scissors Sammy offered me to trim the landing strip down to where any shorter would cause this girl to itch. Sammy saw what I was about to do, so she moved over to push the towel down over the girl’s mouth. With each hand’s top edge of a strip, I jerked them down and off. Before the slight pain had subsided, I had used the oil to remove the residue.

The other two girls got a quick trim.

I told Sammy, “I’m taking them shopping. At the front desk, Kattie asked me to take her roommate’s daughter and her daughter shopping too. Call your parents and tell them someone will bring you home after dinner. They shouldn’t have to come to this side of the island when I go back for dinner anyway. I must go home to get my daughter and sisters for dinner too.”

I see you resisting the urge to hug me like a long-lost relative.

“Here’s the plan. We go shopping and drop these three off. On the way to the Dojo, we will drop off the two other girls to put up their stuff and get ready for dinner. I’m going to help you with your form and then take you to my house to get showered before dinner,” I told Sammy.

She replied, “Are you going to join me in the shower at your house?”

“No way! I see my daughters and sisters naked enough as it is. I’m not about to try to pack in their shower to shower with you,” I teased back.

Is it wrong to message ahead to the clothing store to let them know I am the owner and I’m bringing in some girls I want to help out and want the store closed so the girls have some privacy?

Outside, the girls gave the waiting mini-bus a strange look.

They painted me on the window for the driver’s seat, wearing a chauffeur outfit. It had pictures of Ellen and April on the sides and front. Under their pictures, they had “April and Ellen Jones Transportation, LLC.” Under my picture, they had “David Jones. Ellen and April’s Daddy. Our company, not his.”

“Your daughters own a bus company?” the skinny girl, Pai, asked.

“Don’t look at me. The girls didn’t use my money to buy it. April’s only four, and Ellen just turned twelve. My parents didn’t do it either because it was my money, not theirs. Someone bought it for them, but I had my suspicions,” I explained. “We could walk if you don’t want to ride in leather seats and air conditioning.”

That got a laugh.

Kattie came out of the school with her daughter Leigh and her roommate’s daughter Leah. She said to call Leigh, Ig, as people started calling her when the two girls started going to school together.

“I’m going to bring the girls by your apartment before I take Sammy to her Dojo for some open mat time. Dinner is at seven. Do you want me to send a van over to pick you, your roommate, and the kids up?” I asked.

She told me, “It is only four blocks away. We will walk it.”

With that arranged, I headed off to the clothing store.

“Mr. Jones. It is a pleasure to meet you,” the woman who unlocked the door for us and locked it behind us said. “We frequently make appointments for groups to have exclusive shopping access, so you requesting we close while you shop with your guests is no problem.”

Girls follow the lady to the dressing area and strip. I need to look through the bathing suits and underwear quickly. I will be back in a few minutes.

“Is he going to touch us under what we usually cover with bathing suits?” Leah asked.

Ig hissed out, “Leah! He is buying us a lot of clothes. If he wants to feel us up, then that is ok. Your mom said so.”

“We should be so lucky. I thought this guy was going to touch me down there, and he did, but only enough to do this to me,” the girl with freshly waxed and trimmed pussy hair said. “You don’t have enough hair there yet to worry about anyway.”

I heard Leah reply sadly, “Oh. I was hoping he would touch me down there. Mr. Jones looks like he knows how to touch a girl and not make it feel icky how my dad and his friends made it feel. They went to jail. Mom said my dad didn’t live long in jail, which is good for him. She would have walked him into quicksand. They did things to my brother too, but he’s a boy and liked them touching his wiener.”

“My brother likes people touching his wiener too. At least I don’t have to share a room with him anymore. He shakes the bed when he rubs it,” Ig said and started giggling.

That got Leah giggling too.

I had sent the store the bra styles needed, except for Leah and Leigh. The woman had them already laid out in the cup and band sizes. I found matching panties as well.

Leah and Leigh blushed as I walked in to fit the three girls first. The bras weren’t the sizes the manufacturer said, and I had to get a different style. Once I had the three with proper fitting bras, even the almost flat-chested one, I gave them matching panties. Each had three plain white bras, two black, red, blue, and yellow, with matching panties. I got them one-pieces and bikinis that showed off what they had as well as their bodies would allow. I sent them out with the women that worked here to get the three girls some dresses, shorts, skirts, and tops.

I can do that too, but the women have more experience there.

I had gotten a bad vibe from the three girls on the way to the store. Something was off. I used my implant to ask their parents to come to the store to pick the girls up. Leigh, Leah, and Sammy were trying on swimsuits when someone bashed through the front door and yelled “Police” with guns drawn.

“Holster your guns. You are trespassing here, and I won’t tolerate anyone putting my staff or charges in danger. I’m a Treasury Agent as well. Stand down, or you will find yourself cuffed around those posts out front while we wait for the governor to arrive to explain what the hell is going on,” I told them.

“FUCK! That little cunt set us up!” one of them yelled.

Two decided they didn’t believe me and drew down on me.

Bad choice.

I didn’t need the place in my head to drop them like a box of rocks using the pair of Doc Ms next to me. Before they hit the floor, I was beside them getting their cuffs off their belt and handcuffing them. I dropped the magazine out of their guns, cleared the round in the chamber, put it back in the magazine, and holstered their empty weapons. The magazines I handed to the one that realized someone had set them up.

I watched the girl, whose dad was some sort of cop, smirk before saying, “Payback’s a bitch, Brad, and so am I. Now you’re in deep shit!”

“You aren’t getting off the hook this time,” the highest-ranking officer said. “Making false reports isn’t some little prank.”

“Oh, Brad. I may be blonde and forced to take summer school for screwing off last year in school. That doesn’t mean I’m an airhead. Absolutely nothing in that report was false. A large man came from out of town. He took five girls and me from the school, drove us here, locked us inside, and made us strip. He was touching our naked breasts and pussies,” she hissed back. “This guy took us here to get the correct size bras, panties, and bathing suits. If you had called my dad, he would have clarified. Instead, you decided to be a glory hog again. This time it is your ass getting chewed out and ripped into a new asshole. Not sure who this guy knows, but he took us into his temporary custody. Dad signed the paper.”

The staff was surprisingly calm as they bagged up the stuff for the three girls and handed it to them.

The skinny one gave me a puppy-dog look, but I sent her with the other two.

The police running my name through the police computers set off alarm bells. We soon had the FBI arrive. A police escort brought the governor. Having a Seal Team arrive in full tactical gear and forming a protective perimeter around me shocked the police, FBI, and governor.

When the team leader saw the two cops out cold, handcuffed, and with magazine-less guns in their holsters, he had the team stand down.

“The scene is already secure, Admiral,” he said.

Winter tried her best to knock me down as she jumped up into my arms. Her mom and dad were not far behind.

Her dad beat everyone to the punch asking with authority, “What the fucking hell is going on here?”

“I tried to take these three girls out shopping after they got into a catfight at my private school. It seems one of them has an ax to grind with one of the police officers. She told him I had locked the girls in here, made them strip, and touched them all over. While technically accurate, there is no way to fit a bra properly or ensure bathing suits are not showing what they shouldn’t. There was nothing inappropriate whatsoever. All three girl’s parents signed over temporary custody and sent the girls with me for the shopping trip. Cops busted through the door with guns drawn. Two wouldn’t stand down when I explained I was Treasury Agent, so I hit them in the head with some Doc Ms before disarming them and putting on the cuffs,” I explained. “Can’t do something nice for anyone these days.”

I got Winter down and told her to take her mom into the store to go shopping. I was buying it. I teased her about needing bigger bras and gave her the size she needed to try on.

Admiral or not, she won’t pass up going shopping in one of the premium boutiques on the island.

“Agent Jones, do you wish to have us get involved in this matter,” the FBI Agent-In-Charge asked.

I shook my head and told him I was pretty sure the governor would get to the bottom of things. I picked up the two, still unconscious, cops to put them in the back of one of the SUVs that the cops drove here. I saw the shock on the cop’s faces since both guys weighed around two-sixty. They weren’t any heavier to me than a dirty diaper.

One cop asked, “How did you pick those officers up like they are bags of feathers?”