"Sure we'd love to."

"It's all in the presentation, darlings," the shop owner told Robyn and Emma as they followed her through racks in the store. They watched as the woman picked a few suits in each of their sizes, without ever asking them what they wore. The thirty-year-old could have been a model herself. Her wavy dark hair framed sultry features with dark almond eyes. Her gauzy yellow halter tied loosely between her ample breasts. A black string bikini top was like a shadow beneath the shirt. Her gently curved abdomen and hips were bared until they disappeared underneath the hem of her tight denim skirt. A pair of sandals with wide leather straps at the base of her toes and around her ankles showed off her red-nailed feet.

They found themselves headed for two small changing cubicles in the back of the store. "A lot of the contestants are what they call 'circuit girls', strippers and such that follow the tour to make quick cash with their postage stamp and floss thongs and silicone boobs," explained the shop owner.
The woman then handed each of them the plastic hangers with their own minuscule offerings dangling from the metal clips.
"I think the judges would be delighted to see some equally gorgeous young ladies with some athleticism and personality added to the mix. Go on then, try the suits on," she said, shooing them into the cubicles as they had been standing listening to her.
"I'll just go get your things for tomorrow. Oh by the way, my name's Natalie," the shop owner said as she gave them a little wave before they closed the doors.

A few minutes, and suits, later, Robyn heard a light knock on the changing room door. Before she had a chance to respond, Natalie entered the three-foot wide room, placing her hands on the blonde's shoulders from behind.

"I was hoping you'd pick this outfit!" Natalie complimented, squeezing Robyn's shoulders in delight as she took in the sight in the full-length mirror before them. Even in the harsh glare of the overhead fluorescent lights, the Nordic blonde was a sight to behold.

Very little of Robyn was left to the imagination. Her lightly browned skin was stretched tautly over her small frame revealing the lithe musculature of an athlete. Her small, high-riding boobs were mashed tightly together by an abbreviated version of a sports bra, creating a dramatic cleavage. The one-inch spandex straps kept the slick aqua and white triangles securely in check.

As Natalie appraised the cut of the muscle on Robyn's back from her vantage point behind, she slid her hands down to the blonde surfer's arms, feeling the small, but equally feminine musculature of her upper arms.

Natalie looked at Robyn's image in the glass again as both continued to peruse the blonde's reflection. "I don't know. It's a lot smaller than anything I've ever worn," Robyn answered, looking at the **** low-rider boy-cut shorts.

Natalie had followed down there as well. The girl's entire washboard abdomen was revealed above the tiny shorts. She could swear she saw a little peach-fuzz at the waistband. Below the tropical flower print of the shorts, the petite miss still had really long legs. Sweetly sculpted, they ended with the cutest toes. All of Robyn's feet were practically bare in the flat-heeled sandals. They were bound to the soles by nothing but thin brown lacing.

"Nonsense," Natalie softly rebuked. "This one will be the crowd-pleaser!" she smiled to the girl in the mirror. "Now, remove the shorts so I can check your bottoms' fit."

"You mean..." Robyn began to ask the shop owner's reflection.

"Well of course. You strip out of the shorts when you reach the stage and show off your bikini. Most of the girls wear high heels to help their legs and butts look better, but I think you would look more natural if you just prance across the stage barefoot. Walk on the balls of your feet, move like a cat."

Robyn caught the intensity in the woman's eyes as she explained this to her. She certainly seemed to know a woman's body.

"Now, skin down those shorts so we can finish and I can see how your friend is making out," Natalie instructed interrupting Robyn's thoughts.

Robyn did as instructed, and Natalie stepped back as far as she could in the small cubicle to admire the view. The high tight orbs of the blonde's mostly bare ass came into view as she wriggled her hips to extricate her buns from the clingy Lycra. As Robyn bent to get the material to her ankles, her butt practically mashed against the tight crotch of Natalie's faded miniskirt. It was all the woman could do to keep from grasping the soft bottom cheeks of what she considered her new employee.

As Robyn stood straight again, Natalie asked her to widen her stance a bit. The blonde surfer girl did so, shifting her left foot a little further over.

As Robyn somewhat self-consciously admired herself in the mirror, she felt the woman's soft hand slide along the crotch-seam of the even smaller low-rider thong. The bottom matched the top and shorts in design. The print covered what there was of the small, low panel in front and the one-inch wide straps clung to her hips like the bra did up top.

"Hmm, seems to be seated alright," Natalie mentioned matter-of-factly as she slid two long fingers all the way forward, then back. But her fingers sluiced back and forth before they departed the suit's material, digging deeply into the tight confines of Robyn's pussy folds.

Robyn braced her strong arms against the cubicle's sides, letting out a low guttural mewl as Natalie fingered her to a quick cum. When Robyn opened her eyes to regain her focus, she stood alone in the cubicle.

Natalie entered Emma's cubicle without even a cursory knock.

"How are we doing in here?" asked Natalie, once again eyeing another young lady in the dressing room mirror. Natalie knew the brunette had a more bodacious figure than her friend, but was still stunned at the sight of the grapefruit-sized tits that jutted proudly from underneath some crisscrossed pleather straps.

Emma smiled slyly back at Natalie's reflection in the mirror. She had heard the noises through the thin plywood, and had a pretty good idea what had gone on. "How does this one look?" asked Emma.

"To be honest, I don't think it was one of my better picks. It looks like one that those circuit girls would wear," Natalie admitted. "I think we can do better. Didn't you like the yellow and black outfit?"

"Actually I did. But it didn't show off a lot. Think it'll be good enough to win Natalie?" she smiled.

"Well, put it on again and let's find out."

"Oh it fits fine Natalie."

"Let's just see."

Emma turned around to face the shop owner. "Are you sure you just don't wanna see these?" the buxom surfer girl asked as she undid the straps to the criss-cross halter.

Natalie was speechless as the large boobs jutted towards her unfettered. The nipples seem to elongate on their darkening bases as she watched.

"You can touch them if you want. The guys always want to."

Natalie's hands reached out tentatively but then grabbed and kneaded the doughy flesh.

"Oh yes," Emma whispers in Natalie's ear as she leans forward. "They're so sensitive. Why don't you suck them?"

The shop owner doesn't have to be asked twice. She leans over and begins to devour the smooth skin of the large mammies, slicking them with her saliva. Emma pushed her head deeper into her cleavage, urging her on silently.

A knock came on the door.

"You almost done Ems?" asked her petite blonde friend.

"I'm coming!" her friend answered without lying as the owner's tongue sent her into an orgasm.

Minutes later, the two friends were back on the street, albeit in their costumes for tomorrow. Their clothes seemed to disappear when Natalie collected the extra suits. Robyn had on her aqua and blue outfit and Emma had Natalie's preferred suit on. It looked like a little wetsuit at first. Her top is a short sleeveless vest of bright yellow with black trim. A big-toothed plastic zipper ran down the middle until it ended below her boobs. Her swimsuit bottoms matched though, revealing all of her butt cheeks. They got quite the crowd response as the two surfer girls headed down the small town's street back to the campsite.