He nodded. The girl was quick.
She grinned and took DeeDee by her elbow and steered her toward a display in the back. As Carl followed, he heard her say, “I’m Sammy, what’s your name?”
He almost laughed out loud as he saw DeeDee’s shoulders shudder, then she leaned in to tell the girl, “N-naughty G-Girl.”
Sammy turned almost completely around to stare at Carl. He just smiled and tried to appear innocent.
Sammy took her to a rack of short skirts of various types: Denim, leather, a soft stretchy Lycra, all in many colors. Together, Sammy and Carl picked out some he liked. Naturally, he approved of a red Lycra miniskirt first. A black leather one came next, then a shiny blue micro-miniskirt. They brought the outfits to the dressing room, which was a narrow aisle with cubicles on either side. A full-length three-sided mirror stood at the far end.
“There’s no one in there right now if you want to go in with her,” Sammy told him.
“No, that’s all right. I’ll stand out here. You help her, okay?”
She went in with a visibly nervous DeeDee. He could see that the sheen on her legs had increased. The swinging door shut and he could hear them over the music in the background, talking about the skirts, then suddenly, there was silence.
Carl couldn’t help but lean in to listen. He heard Sammy say softly, “You’re not wearing any panties!” A moment later, “And you’re all wet. Do you want a tissue?”
There was silence. Carl could only assume DeeDee was shaking her head.
“Does your boyfriend make you do this?”
For a minute, he thought DeeDee wouldn’t answer. Then: “Yesss.”
“Why do you let him?”
There came another pause, then, softly: “Naughty Girl likes it.”
“Wow, you’re a weird one, lady, if you don’t mind me saying.”
The door opened and Sammy came out, followed by DeeDee in a ridiculously short red skirt that clung to every curve. She still wore her ivory blouse, which now looked mismatched somehow. The color was right, but the style…
“Wow,” Carl said. “You look great. But that blouse doesn’t work.” He turned to Sammy. “Can you find something that would go with this?”
She nodded, telling him she had just the thing. She disappeared. Carl stared at DeeDee’s crotch and made her turn around. Her face remained pink, making a nice contrast with the red skirt.
Sammy came back with a couple of tops. They started to go back into the dressing cubicle but Carl stopped them. “No, she can put it on right here.”
DeeDee’s eyes got wider, if possible, and she glanced nervously around the nearly empty store. Nobody appeared to be paying any attention. “R-right here?”
Carl gave her a flat look. “‘Right here’, what?” he asked.
Her embarrassment grew. “R-right h-here, M-master Carl,” she managed.
“Cool!” Sammy said brightly. They watched as DeeDee quickly unbuttoned and shrugged off her blouse. Her breasts jiggled as she hurried to put on the pink blouse offered by Sammy. It had three buttons at the top, and the material was meant to be tied underneath the breasts. DeeDee shrugged it on and buttoned it. When she tied it, she looked like a slutty Daisy Mae.
“Perfect,” Carl said. “Now let’s look at the leather skirt.”
Both Sammy and DeeDee stared at Carl, questioning whether he wanted her to change that right out in the open as well. “Let’s go over by the mirror and try it on, okay?”
DeeDee actually looked relieved to be farther into the dressing room—that is, until she came face to face with her reflection in the three-sided mirror. If anything, she felt more exposed now. She stared at her outfit, turning this way and that, and tugging at the edges of the skirt, trying in vain to cover her obviously aroused state.
Sammy brought out the leather skirt and they waited while DeeDee got up her nerve to disrobe. Carl turned to Sammy. “Do you have a ruler, by any chance?”
“A ruler?” Sammy had a puzzled look on her face.
That galvanized DeeDee into action. She stripped off the red skirt and pulled up the black leather one. She wasn’t fast enough to avoid giving them all a show. Carl could see her labia were red and swollen, her slit dripping wet.
“Well, it looks like it’s not needed now.”
Sammy nodded in understanding and grinned at the mortified DeeDee. “I think that outfit calls for a different blouse, don’t you, sir?”
Carl agreed. Just as Sammy brought out a yellow crop-top to try on, two teenagers rounded the corner and stopped, staring at the spectacle in front of them, their clothes forgotten in their hands.
“Don’t mind us, ladies,” Carl said at once. “You might even be able to help us decide. Do you think this blouse goes with this skirt?”
They approached warily. Sammy held up the new blouse over the pink one. “I don’t think you can really tell that way. Go ahead and put it on,” he told DeeDee.
Flaming red now, she unbuttoned the blouse and handed it to Sammy. Taking the other one, she put it on so quickly Carl thought she’d sprain a shoulder.
The teens gaped at the sight of her naked breasts then giggled to each other.
“Or do you think this skirt goes better?” he held up the micro-mini. He could see DeeDee’s eyes pleading with him.
“Gee, I dunno. I’d have to see it on her,” one of the pimply faced girls said.
Carl laughed inwardly. Girls can be so cruel!
“Yes, let’s see it.”
DeeDee turned away from them in an effort to gain a small measure of privacy, only to see herself in 3-D once again. Sammy handed her the skirt. For a brief moment she hesitated. Carl took one of the empty wooden hangers and held it sideways, as if he was preparing to spank her. DeeDee stripped off the leather skirt and quickly stepped into the micro-skirt. Carl waggled his finger, making her turn around.
“What do you think, ladies?” he said, pretending they were sophisticated shoppers.
“Oooh, it looks cool,” said one.
“Yeah,” giggled the other, pointing to between DeeDee’s legs, “but it looks like she could use a little clean up on aisle two!”
They dissolved into laughter. Her friend pulled her away before any more could be said. Carl imagined the girls thought they were all nuts. When they were gone, he turned to Sammy again. “We’ll take it all. Oh, and do you mind if Naughty Girl gets fingerprints on the mirror?”
Sammy looked puzzled all over again. “Um, no, but what—”
“Naughty Girl, lean over and put your palms flat on the glass.”
Carl thought DeeDee might melt into the floor. He realized he might be going too far, but he couldn’t resist the feeling of power it gave him. She remained perched on that delicious teeter-totter between stimulation and orgasm, embarrassment and release. Carl kept a close eye on her and tried to push her only as far as her old Master would’ve.
DeeDee leaned against the mirror, bending over at the waist. Her micro-skirt rode up, exposing half of her ass. He took the wooden hanger and—
“Okay, that’s enough,” Sammy said. “This is just too weird. I want you guys to leave before my boss gets here.”
Carl had expected that. He wasn’t really sure if he was prepared to spank DeeDee right in the store. He knew if he did, she’d probably come in a knee-buckling orgasm.
Now she’d have to wait a little longer.
“Very well,” he said, trying to look disappointed. “She’ll wear what she’s got on out of the store.”
Sammy rang up the purchase. All the while, the other patrons were staring at them. Apparently, the two teens had spread the word. DeeDee just stood there, legs clasped tightly together, trying to pull down her tiny skirt, while her nipples poked tents in her yellow shirt.
When they left, DeeDee turned immediately toward the parking lot.