A contest: who can pick the best pieces for Laurie?

"We're here to get Laurie something special," you tell the saleswoman.

"Oh is that her name? Sorry, it's just that she's not exactly a customer."

You ignore her, reaching out and unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way, pulling the fabric to the sides, exposing her big, round titties completely. Pinching her thick nipples, you finally say, "Customer or not, I guess you must recognize her, and by now you must know something of her taste." You point to the blonde helping the other guy. "What about your colleague, does she know Laurie too?"

Laurie answers with a laugh, "hah, Delia? Yeah I bet she does. Last time I was in here she threatened to call Security on me."

"Great, then we'll have a contest."

Delia, the little blonde, turns on the toes of her high heels and smiles a broad, white smile at you, extra long lashes fluttering. "I'll be so happy to help, sir, as soon as I'm done helping this customer here."

"No, that's alright, Delia, it's the Clothing Controller. Go ahead and help the guy."

"But Henry, your fiancée's ring!"

"There's plenty of time, Delia! She's not my fiancée yet!" The look on his face says, besides, I wanna see where this is going.

Delia bats her lashes a few more times, takes a sharp breath in, and walks over to hear your pervy new idea for how you're gonna steal their jewellery.

"Chelsea, Delia, you two are gonna help us find the best pieces in your collection for Laurie to wear. We'll start with a necklaces, move to rings, bracelets, maybe earrings if there's time."

"My belly button is pierced too," says Laurie helpfully.

"As if," says Chelsea.

"Oh sorry, is this not a fancy enough establishment for navel diamonds?" Laurie taunts.

Delia giggles, "hehe, navel diamonds!" You squeeze her little, also fake titties, and run your fingers over the tan lines and hard little nipples.

"For the first round, you'll each find a necklace you think Laurie would like to wear, and you will also both forfeit your rights to ever wear bras again. Laurie will pick her favourite of the two necklaces, and then she will decide if she wants to trade you her right to ever wear a bra again in exchange for it. Good luck!" You let go of the women's tits, and they busy themselves looking for necklaces.

Laurie smiles at you and curls her lips. She looks you up and down and shifts her weight around side to side, unable to be still. Finally, she takes your hand, smiles and says, "dude, fuck these plastic bitches. I've seriously been in here a hundred times and they don't even know my favorite piece in the shop." Laurie's only jewellery right now is a faux gold chain around her neck with a cursive rendering of 'Laurie,' so you're at least a little curious to see what these saleswomen will select for this weird slutty teen.

Delia's back first, a long, skinny string of diamonds in her hand. It's an almost invisible necklace, until the single string of baubles that dangles down the centre of the bust, likely into the cleavage, depending on the wearer. You aren't sure. It doesn't look very Laurie to you, but then again you don't really know her, and you're completely unqualified for any job related to fashion, so you just wait.

When Chelsea returns, big balloon tits bouncing jerkily as she fails to soften her jarring high-heeled walk, she's holding a thick gold choker with a ring of fat diamonds around the centre. It's impossible to ignore and looks very uncomfortable.

Laurie grins and says, "so do I try 'em on, do they model them for us, like how does this work?"

"However you like, Laurie."

"Okay well this round is easy then. I already know which one I want."