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  Brenda looked herself over, wondering if she would have the guts to wear it. It certainly did look good on her. Just wearing it was making her wet.

  Brenda went out to the three-way mirror just in time to run in to Kristi, who had changed into the stunning black merrywidow with embroidered roses trimming the breasts. The roses were a little obvious, but then obviousness seemed to fit Kristi well. Of course she hadn’t bothered to put the matching stockings on, but she looked fabulous.

  “I like that one,” said Brenda, having some difficulty. Her stomach was churning with conflicting emotions and she knew her nipples were becoming painfully obvious through the satin of the teddy.

  “You look incredible,” said Kristi, looking at Brenda intensely. “That’s wonderful on you.” The tension was overwhelming, and Brenda thought she would pass out from the excitement of sharing this moment with her roommate. But finally the tension broke as the two women turned to the three-way mirror and, breathing heavily, looked hungrily over their highly-sexed bodies. Brenda had been right—her nipples were showing through plainly.

  “God, that looks great on you,” said Kristi, staring into the mirror. “Just incredible.”

  Brenda wasn’t sure if Kristi was talking to her, or to herself.

  “You make such a good slut,” said Kristi, and Brenda figured she wasn’t talking to herself. “I wish you would be one more often.”

  Brenda had to giggle at that, but she was still incredibly turned on. The two women disappeared into their respective fitting rooms. Brenda took off the teddy and stood there naked except for her panties while she slipped her hand down into her panties to see if she was wet. She wasn’t just wet, she was dripping. She pulled her hand out and quickly licked it clean, desperately wanting to masturbate. But what if they had hidden illegal security cameras or something? The idea made her quiver in arousal. Brenda imagined some low-paid guard stroking himself to the sight of her undressing and took a moment to put her hand back in her panties. A few strokes wouldn’t hurt. Oh God, that felt so good. Brenda slipped her middle finger down between her lips, pressing it into her, feeling the intense sensations of arousal. Then she looked around nervously, afraid that she was somehow being watched, which didn’t do much to halt her excitement. God, she had never been this much of an exhibitionist before—what was happening to her? She had some trouble getting in to the next outfit, a matching black G-string and push-up demi-bra that let her nipples spill over, accenting the valley of her cleavage and making it very obvious just how hard they were. Brenda looked herself up and down in the mirror, amazed at how hot and slutty she looked. She could have been a high-priced whore. My God, she thought, I can’t go out there like this. She reached in to her panties and felt how wet she was—much, much wetter than before. Oh God, the thoughts jumbled inside her head, I could come in a few seconds. I can’t be walking around like this. I must be dripping. Brenda knew she was taking risks going out there in her state, but she wanted to see Kristi’s next ensemble. And so, weak-kneed, she walked out in her nastiest ensemble yet.

  The two girls emerged from their dressing rooms simultaneously. Kristi was wearing a bizarre, alluring outfit which consisted of nothing but black leather straps in a webwork across

  her belly, that plunged behind her back to the crack of her

  ass, where a strap went between her legs and padlocked over

  her cunt. The straps were open around her breasts, and Brenda

  saw that Kristi’s nipples were just as hard as hers. Kristi and

  Brenda stood there, looking at each other, their chests heaving,

  their lips parted, their skin alive with electricity. They were

  perhaps a foot apart at this point, and it felt like they were

  touching.

  “Oh God that looks great,” said Kristi. “Oh my God you look

  so incredible in that. Oh my God it’s so perfect on you. Oh my

  God you look so, so, so good—”

  “It’s French,” said Brenda, breathlessly.

  “You look so incredible—”

  “You ... you’re divine,” said Brenda, gasping. “I can’t tell

  you how sexy that looks on you. You’re ... you’re ... you’re

  beautiful.”

  “You’ve got a smudge of mascara on your cheek,” panted

  Kristi.

  “Have I?” gasped Brenda.

  The two girls moved close together, their bare nipples and

  lips almost touching. Brenda looked up into Kristi’s face.

  Kristi’s lips parted slightly; she was still panting, her breath

  coming faster as she inched closer to Brenda. Brenda could

  smell Kristi’s sweet breath as she gently brushed the mascara

  from her cheek. The tension was overwhelming. As Kristi pulled

  away, she twisted slightly and her erect nipples brushed

  Brenda’s, sending a surge of excitement and pleasure straight

  to her cunt. “Uhnnnnh—” murmured each woman simultaneously, staring in to each others’ eyes.

  “Oh God,” said Kristi.

  “OH GOD,” said Brenda.

  Both girls turned as one and sprinted for their respective

  changing rooms.

  Standing at the end of the hall, a wide-eyed and gapemouthed salesgirl, Miss Trustmore, was watching. She had

  just been going to ask if the two girls needed anything, but

  now it was clear that they both needed something that Miss

  Trustmore really shouldn’t be offering on work hours. Much as she would have liked to offer it. Miss Trustmore jumped as her elder supervisor, Miss Thatcher, made a tsk-ing sound behind her.

  “Disgusting,” hissed Miss Thatcher. “Girls their age dressing like that. It should be outlawed. What do you suppose they do for a living?”

  Miss Thatcher was probably an attractive woman, Miss Trustmore supposed, but she favored bulky wool suits and extremely conservative underthings—in contrast to the wares she sold in the store. She was prone to political commentary on how the government ought to outlaw women wearing clothes like the ones in the store. She had been laid off from Johnson’s department store six years ago and had been working at Bonne Femme—grudgingly—ever since.

  Miss Trustmore looked longingly down the hall. She felt herself going wet to the knees, soaking her slight

  panties—which she’d bought at Next to Nothing across the street—underneath the conservative silk skirt she wore. She felt her nipples stiffening against the satin camisole she wore—another Next to Nothing bargain—and knew that her firm pink buds were quite evident through her filmy silk blouse.

  “What do loose women like that do for a living? Whores, probably. Whores, I tell you. Prostitutes.”

  “I can only hope,” said Miss Trustmore softly, her doe-eyes looking down the hall.

  ***

  “I love walking around with these ‘Bonne Femme’ bags,” giggled Kristi as she and Brenda walked through the door. “I love walking down the street knowing that everyone knows we have naughty lingerie in here. Isn’t that delicious?”

  “I guess,” laughed Brenda. Hearing Kristi talk about it that way did give it sort of a lascivious angle, much the same way that shopping for lingerie with Kristi became the kinkiest act possible. “I guess maybe they wonder what it is.”

  “Who knows,” said Kristi, smiling. “Now we get to try them on again!”

  Brenda cocked her head. “You’re crazy!”

  “Why?”

  “I’m exhausted! I can’t believe you want to try all that stuff on again—we just spent hours doing exactly that.”

  Kristi rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly! When you’re in the store you can’t try it on without your underwear on. You know, health laws and all that! It looks totally different without anything on under it. You really can’t appreciate sweet nothings unless there’s nothing on underneath.” Kristi smiled at Brenda, tossing her hair in a flirtatiou
s gesture. “Now I’m going to try everything on again, Miss Exhausted. Care to join me?”

  Brenda sighed.

  “I’d love to see what that stuff looks like on you without anything underneath,” said Kristi, and her eyes sparkled. Kristi turned and went over to the stereo, quickly selecting a couple of disks to put on. Brenda felt a rush of the aching desire that had been plaguing her all day. The electricity that sparked between her and Kristi was still there. Brenda felt her nipples hardening as Kristi’s eyes roved over Brenda’s body, as if remembering what it looked like in all that lace and satin, and imagining what it would look like without anything at all.

  “Sure, that’d be fun,” said Brenda, barely able to form the words. “It probably does look a little different.”

  “Totally different,” said Kristi petulantly as the music started—slow, grinding industrial-techno that sounded incredibly sexy to Brenda. “Now sit down on the couch. Since you’re supposedly so tired, I’m going to start. It’s like a fashion show, right? Or maybe it’s like a strip club. Kind of a combination. Can I have the cocktail waitress bring you anything? Whiskey? Mineral water? Champagne??”

  Brenda laughed, sitting on the couch. “No, thanks, I’m all champagned out, OK?” She looked after her roommate as Kristi disappeared into the bedroom with her numerous bags of lingerie. Kristi closed the door and Brenda found herself alone for an agonizing few minutes. She squirmed on the couch, feeling nervous about this game of flirtation and titillation that Kristi seemed to be playing with her. But it was exciting her more than anything she had ever experienced—and it all seemed so deviously erotic now that Brenda and Kristi were sharing the attentions of the Master. Brenda wrestled her hand down into her shorts and felt how wet she was. Oh God, that felt good. She stroked her pussy for a few strokes, whimpering in pleasure, breathing hard. Then she slipped one finger inside and she had to bite down on the index finger of her other hand to keep from crying out in pleasure. Even so she couldn’t stifle a moan that was louder than she’d thought it would be. Brenda felt her face getting hot. She tried to take her hand out of her pants and was so uncoordinated that she had to undo her belt to get it out. That was the moment that Kristi chose to reappear.

  Brenda tried to pretend that she was just casually taking her belt off for comfort, but she was so distracted by Kristi that it was hard to look casual. She managed to get her belt off as she looked Kristi up and down, amazed at what she saw.

  Kristi was wearing an incredibly tiny white lace G-string, with a matching push-up bra that left nothing to the imagination—it made Kristi’s already impressive cleavage look that much more impressive. Her nipples were hanging out enticingly over the edge of the lace, and Brenda was a little surprised—but not too surprised, more thankful—to see that Kristi’s light pink buds were obviously erect.

  Kristi had also taken the time to freshen up her makeup, putting it on more heavily than usual. Her lips were painted a dark red and her eyes were a garish blue. She looked deliciously slutty.

  Kristi stood there for a moment, obviously pleased by Brenda’s response. She sauntered toward the couch, every movement she made charged with sexuality. She began to act as if she were dancing—but casually, at first.

  “You like?” Kristi said, swirling around to show Brenda her back side. The G-string was nothing in back but a thin string which split into a “Y” just at the top of Kristi’s tempting ass-crack. Kristi began to dance, swaying erotically to the harsh techno-industrial soundtrack. Brenda was transfixed and incredibly aroused.

  Kristi eased her ass back, running her hands over it as she bent her knees and leaned down, showing Brenda the beautiful curves of her buttocks.

  “I don’t get to show off much,” said Kristi. “Not like this, I mean.” That wasn’t really true—the Master loved to have Kristi lap-dance for her in his mansion or the hotel room, but she’d only been able to do it with the blindfold on, so she’d been unable to enjoy it as much as she was enjoying this, though it had another kind of excitement to it.

  “You don’t mind, do you?” Kristi’s hand slipped between her legs and her long fingers parted around her crotch, as if inviting Brenda in. Oh my God, thought Brenda. She’s good at this.

  “No,” Brenda said hoarsely. “I don’t mind at all.”

  “Good,” said Kristi, quickly dragging over the coffee table. Brenda thought she would faint.

  “See, this is what I look like table dancing,” said Kristi, laughing as she climbed on to the table and hunkered down: “You said you always wanted to know.”

  Then Kristi wasn’t laughing at all; her face showed nothing but intense arousal as she contorted herself into a pose with her legs spread out to either side and her feet tucked underneath her in the high-heeled shoes. Brenda would have been afraid that Kristi would scratch the coffee table with those shoes, but right now she didn’t care.

  Kristi’s beautiful thighs were spread wide, exposing her crotch except for the thin patch of the G-string. She kept her balance impeccably, one long-nailed hand traveling up to her breast, playing with her nipple, pinching and stroking her breast as the other hand slid down her belly. Brenda’s eyes went wide as Kristi inched her hand down past the waistband of the G-string, pulling the crotch of the skimpy garment away and exposing her beautiful, pink pussy.

  “Oh God,” gasped Brenda, unable to stop herself from showing her arousal.

  “See, you can’t do this in the clubs,” said Kristi breathlessly, her fingers stroking her exposed pussy, which was glistening wet. “Not if they’re serving alcohol. No pussy if you’re serving alcohol, you have to keep the G-string on. You have to go into the private rooms to do that, even though it’s kind of against the law. But here ... it doesn’t matter, does it?”

  Brenda noticed again with shock and excitement that Kristi had a small silver ring through her clitoris. She had never seen Kristi’s pussy up close, though she’d certainly seen her roommate naked plenty of times. Somehow it felt strange to Brenda that, no matter how many times she had listened to her roommate getting fucked or orally pleasured in the next room, she had never known that her genitals were adorned like this. In fact, that kind of turned her on. Brenda had always been curious about body piercings, which seemed obscenely decadent and erotic to her. The thought of them excited her, but Brenda had never had a boyfriend with anything pierced, and she’d never had the guts to get a piercing herself. But the idea of having her pussy pierced had always turned her on—and she had heard that you could come easier with your clit pierced, which sounded good to Brenda...

  Brenda looked up into Kristi’s eyes.

  “The ring doesn’t bother you, does it?” asked Kristi.

  Brenda shook her head. “It’s kind of sexy,” she said.

  “Good.” Brenda watched, fascinated, as Kristi pressed her middle finger in to her pussy, groaning as she did.

  “This is a lot more fun,” said Kristi. She slipped her hand out of her crotch and did a quick turnaround, gymnast-style, getting on to her knees with her legs spread wide, her pussy pointing teasingly at Brenda. The G-string was still tucked to one side, showing off almost all of Kristi’s crotch. Brenda desperately wanted to lean forward and bury her face between Kristi’s thighs, but something held her back.

  Kristi’s ass swayed and rocked to the sound of the music. Kristi looked back over her shoulder, smiling at Brenda. The song ended and Kristi climbed off of the table.

  “Time for a costume change,” she said, disappearing back into her bedroom. This time she left the door open, but that didn’t stop Brenda from undoing the top two buttons of her cut-off shorts and thrusting her hand down, rubbing her pussy desperately. She was so wet her panties and shorts were soaked.

  Brenda took her hand out and licked her fingers clean, loving the taste of her juices. But she left the top two buttons of her shorts unfastened.

  Kristi took a long time to change, and Brenda fantasized that she was rubbing herself in there, stroking her wet pussy
to get herself closer to orgasm. When Kristi came back out she was wearing a tight, see-through black lace camisole that accentuated the outline of her breasts. On her bottom half she had another G-string, this one—unbelievably—even skimpier than the first. Brenda watched, transfixed, as Kristi danced toward the coffee table.

  “Lap dance this time, lover?” she asked, stepping over the coffee table. Brenda’s heart pounded as Kristi crawled on top of her. “Put your hands down flat on the couch,” she ordered, and Brenda did as she was told. Kristi spread her legs around Brenda’s body, beginning to dance.

  Kristi pressed her body against Brenda’s, dancing in time with the harsh music. She rolled onto her back, lying fully in Brenda’s lap, reaching up to pull her camisole over her breasts. She writhed in Brenda’s lap, and Brenda knew that if she had had a cock the rubbing of Kristi’s body would have already gotten her off. Kristi quickly swirled her body around and began to jiggle her breasts in Brenda’s face. Brenda stared at their loveliness, parting her lips as Kristi grasped her breast and milked her nipple less than an inch from Brenda’s mouth.

  Kristi ran her fingers through Brenda’s hair, leaning down to bring her lips very close to Brenda’s. She was singing along with the music, and Brenda closed her eyes, drifting on the pleasure of ecstasy.

  Then she felt Kristi’s lips against hers, felt Kristi’s tongue teasing its way into her mouth and sliding against her own. Brenda moaned as Kristi began to kiss her. Kristi leaned heavily on Brenda as their tongues mingled.

  “You can use your hands now,” whispered Kristi. “The show’s over.”

  Brenda took Kristi’s luscious ass in her hands, gently kneading it as Kristi arched her back for her. Brenda slid her hands down into the G-string, stroking the flesh of Kristi’s ass as they kissed hungrily. She could feel Kristi’s breasts rubbing against her own, and before she knew it Kristi had reached down and lifted Brenda’s tank top over her head. Then Kristi was feeding her nipple to Brenda, who was suckling desperately at it as Kristi worked on the front clasp to Brenda’s bra. She began to play with Brenda’s tits as the bra opened and fell away. Kristi pushed Brenda down onto her back, and Brenda moaned as Kristi’s knee came up between Brenda’s parted thighs. Kristi pressed hard into Brenda’s crotch, and Brenda pressed back, rubbing her wet pussy against her roommate’s leg through her panties and cut-offs.