A search for something for Kelly.

The weary eyes of the bosomy peroxide blonde behind the high cashier booth follow the three of you as she absently takes a drag from the cigarette in her hand. Apparently, she feels the 'No Smoking' sign on the wall behind her excludes employees.

After looking the three of you over as you search frantically through the racks of clothes for something for Kelly to wear, she returns her heavily-massacred eyes back to the thick paperback you had distracted her from with your entrance into the seedy dive's fetish clothing area. It seems a naked blonde looking through the clothes with a barely legal guy and a girl in a too short miniskirt isn't that out of the ordinary here.

The clothes on the racks and hangers around are quite extraordinary to you, though. While the sight of all this leather and lace is stirring your ever-vigilant libido, you can't seem to find much appropriate for your naked childhood friend to wear.

The negligees certainly aren't appropriate. You can see your friend right through them when you pick them out of the rack and hold them up. The garments out of chain seem unable to cover her privates, but you guess that is the purpose. It's not exactly like shopping at the department store at the mall.

The three of you venture over to the racks of PVC attire previously unnoticed in the corner. The tank tops and skirts look more suitable for venturing out in the seedy club district of the city. Your eyes bug when you look at the tag on the bright blue garments. You can't believe the price for a few feet of rubber.

Hurriedly, the three of you get together and pool your money. Even though Kelli managed to grab her pocketbook with the night's tips before she left the stage, you are still short on the necessary funds. Replacing the PVC set on the rack, you move to the leather shorts and dresses. Not surprisingly, the prices are even steeper.

Kelly is dancing back and forth, from foot to high heeled foot, like she has to pee. You know it is more from nerves, as well as the cold from the air conditioning that blasts from the vents of the small room. She rubs her hands on her arms to help warm her naked body. Both you and Kelli also provide a supportive arm as you continue to search the racks for something both appropriate and affordable. You ponder doing a grab and run when you hear the ring of an old-fashioned telephone.

The three of you seem to turn as one to the blonde behind the cashier's booth. You watch as she casually picks up the big black telephone off the receiver’s cradle and puts it to her ear.

You are not surprised that the conversation seems to be about the three of you.

"Three of them? Through here? One naked? No, I think I would've remembered that, Boss," responds the blonde to her caller, as she casually looks at the pages of her book as she answers. Her caller seemingly satisfied with her answers, the dark-rooted blonde quietly hangs the phone back on the receiver.

Her world-weary eyes look over to your trio. She doesn't have to say anything. You could tell it was Manny by how she answered, as well as the animated chatter you could hear out of the earpiece even from where you stood in the small, quiet room.

"I guess you know who that was. He was calling from his cell phone from the theatre area. I don't know what you did to piss him off, but I recommend you pick something out and leave."

You feel Kelly's head fall to your shoulder, the blonde-tressed lass now even more upset. As you continue to rub her shoulder in hopes to comfort her, you want to thank the dyed blonde for not turning you in. As you look back up to her, you see her head is already buried back in her paperback novel.

You turn to look at both Kelli and Kelly, who look back at you for some solution.

You step up to the high wood counter, it's glass-walled base filled with all kinds of adult 'novelties'. For the first time, you notice the bare legs of the cashier behind the case as they show from beneath the hiked-up hem of a denim skirt. Pantiless pussy also shows from below a forest of dark curls. You shake your head clear, remembering why you walked up to the counter.

"Miss?" you pipe, your mind still on her inadvertent show.

"Excuse me?" you pipe a little louder, still not getting her attention. You wonder what she's reading that has her so involved.

"Yes, hon?" she asks, with a smile, finally putting the well-read paperback aside. You notice her other hand comes up from behind the counter to brush her long, straight hair away from her face. You can't help but glance at the cover of the novel now that it faces you. It reads, "The Choices We Make, by D. J. Stone". You don't think it sounds like the typical dime store romance novel. You look back to her bemused face.

"Would you be able to help us?" you ask, not sure how pleading to sound.