Accessorizing

Vanessa was in trouble.

She had been in trouble. She had been ****, and **** again. She had been brought so low. But this was...

She was in serious trouble.

It was even worse than she thought. With only her blouse on to cover her breasts, unbuttoned nearly to her belly button, she was wandering behind Brand. Pushing their shared shopping cart, adjusting her top every few steps to avoid her heavy, swinging breasts from popping out and revealing themselves to the thankfully few other customers.

She was watching, aghast, as Brand placed sex toy after sex toy into the cart. Toys and things that couldn't possible qualify as 'toys', that looked frightening, cruel, or plain bizarre. Stuff that she didn't, couldn't possibly see a use for in her life, even with Brand. Double ended dildos, a dildo in the shape of a massive horse penis, dildos that could be worn on the forehead or chin, bondage straps, bondage cuffs of all kinds... More dildos and vibrators and sex toys large and small, lubricant... well she knew what that was for. A full silicone anus and vagina made for male pleasure, in the form of some porn star. Why would she or Brand need that? Enema kits, and... she was losing track. Lingerie that may or may not fit her. Roleplay items. Animal ears and face bondage items that looked completely humiliating. Clamps and clips and whips and bars and chains and collars and gags. A lot of gags, each more frightening looking than the last. More. Leather straps, hoods, fetish gear and clothing. Everything. Brand seemed determined to buy the whole store, whether he had a use for the awful sex toys or not. Finally, after everything else, there came batteries. Lots and lots of batteries, again taken at random with seemingly no regard if they even went to the almost comically absurd pile of sex toys in the cart.

They filled a cart, and left it by the cash register. Brand asked the cashier - a pretty, pierced, beautifully tattooed girl with dyed, false blonde hair that hardly looked old enough to work around the sex toys she sold - to hold it for them while they filled another. Her amused, surprised face spoke volumes about how **** Brand's shopping spree was. Her big, searching eyes also spoke volumes about Vanessa's condition, as they lingered over the professional woman's black eye and her clearly displayed cleavage.

With a second cart filled, Brand finally seemed satisfied. There was hardly anything left that they hadn't bought. "We have an appointment for a fitting."

A fitting?

Brand had hardly said a word to her, beyond that they were going shopping, and his intention was self explanatory when Vanessa had seen the destination - a large windowless building with a big black XXX sign advertising the contents within a couple miles beyond the outskirts of the suburbs. He had said nothing about... What did that mean? Vanessa's eyes flicked back and forth, a shamefully passive observer to her own increasingly terrifying future.

The girl smiled at Brand - at his suit, and at his face, obviously approving of what she saw. "Oh... yes. I thought it would be you when I saw..." She raised an eyebrow and gestured elegantly to the overflowing carts of sexual torments Brand was acquiring on Vanessa's behalf. "And she's the lucky lady, hmm?"

The look Vanessa got was far less approving than the look Brand got. It was a universal, completely female look that indicated the man beside her could do much better.

"Well, I'll need some identification for age verification purposes from her before I allow you to enter the fitting room, or to purchase these items. Store policy."

Vanessa's jaw almost fell at the girl's request. She hadn't been carded for liquor in almost ten years! There was no way she was underage, she was well over twice the legal age... the girl was just playing with her.

"That can't possibly be necessary." Vanessa muttered. She **** her downcast eyes up. She felt so out of her element, even before this little blonde chick. She met the girl's eyes, making her voice stronger. "That isn't necessary. I'm old enough." You know that, Vanessa's own eyes said.

"I don't think so. You're going to have to prove it."

The battle began. The blonde didn't move her hand, expectantly held out for Vanessa's ID. Her slightly bored, definitely catty expression didn't change a bit.

Vanessa had coldly matched sharp men in their own centers of power with nothing but her preparation and her will. Now, thanks to her own shame, her open blouse, and a pile of fetish gear waiting for purchase she couldn't even stare down this barely legal sex store counter-girl.

She finally broke eye contact and glanced at Brand. No help there. He was clearly enjoying Vanessa's little dilemma.

Vanessa finally followed the punky blonde's brief nod to a square, red sign behind the counter.

In cursive, 'We ID. It's the law.'

What a bitch.

But what did it matter anyway? She was competing with this annoying little white girl over nothing. Mouth pressed firmly closed, Vanessa crossed her arm over her blouse so it didn't open and reveal her nipples as she reached for her identification and handed it over.

"Oh! You're definitely over 18 aren't you? Well you look pretty good for 42." The blonde smiled winningly. Either she had done her math wrong, or deliberately decided to make her backhanded 'compliment' just a touch worse for Vanessa by getting her age wrong. The negress gritted her teeth, offering a tight, false smile, and opened her own hand to regain her driver's license. It was withheld from her.

"Mmm... midlife crisis, huh?"

Midlife crisis? Was that what this looked like? Like she was a black woman pining for some adventure that she missed in her twenties? The fake blonde winked at Brand. God, Vanessa could just throttle the little slut!

The girl smirked. "Look at that face! She's a fighter, huh?" The punky girl addressed Brand, like Vanessa wasn't even there, waiting with her palm out.

Brand chuckled. He was obviously enjoying the girl's antics, probably simply because of how uncomfortable she was making Vanessa. "She thinks she is. We're working on it."

"I see that. Ka-Pow!" The girl punched her hand, making a slapping sound that caused Vanessa to jump.

She... she didn't just... was she referring to Vanessa's eye? What kind of a twisted, freaky, know-nothing little girl was this?! Her voice turned sultry, "Not many like you these days, big guy. Buncha' little pussies, or wannabe tough-guys. I wish I could find a real man to take my reins like that..."

Her attention went back to Vanessa's mortified, injured face.

"Well I hope you can handle all that stuff you're buying. All that man too." The girl said 'man' with a kind of exaggerated faux-Southern accent. Somehow, the little twat was actually making Vanessa feel... jealous? She hated Brand, hated him with all her heart and soul, but he was still with Vanessa. And this girl... she was flirting with him right in front of her! What was Vanessa projecting, what did she look like that she was inspiring this sort of blatantly disrespectful behavior from a complete stranger? A girl almost surely less than half her age?

She looked like she felt, probably.

Owned.

Property of Brand.

Vanessa swallowed, feeling defeated once again. This time by a silly little sex shop worker, just having some casual fun for no better reason than she was probably bored. She dropped her hand, no longer waiting on the girl. She could pick her ID up from the counter once she was done being toyed with -

A pale, tattooed, beringed hand slowly floated toward Vanessa's top. "If you didn't want to hand over your ID, Vanessa," The use of her name stunned Vanessa's slowly whirling mind. From her license... of course... Her top was slowly being peeled back, opened, revealing... "You could have just shown me these puppies, that would have been good enough."

The girl exposed Vanessa. The edge of her proud, upright black nipple was completely revealed to the other woman, the other girl. The black executive just stood, still, shocked by the girl's forward hands accompanying her verbal barrage. She was frozen... "I don't think many 17 year olds have tits that hang like that." Unmoving right up until her breasts were insulted. Only then was she stirred to action, to protect what little modesty she had by snatching the seam of her blouse closed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What - what do you think you're doing?!?" Vanessa whispered harshly, glancing around furtively. One customer was coming up from behind, a middle aged white woman with completely average looks clutching a box containing a pink dildo. Vanessa probably had its twin in her cart. How much had that woman seen or heard? Vanessa didn't meet her eyes, didn't want to know what they'd reveal.

Both Brand and the girl laughed the same short, mocking laugh at Vanessa.

"She's cute." The much younger woman once again addressed Brand, over Vanessa. Cute?! After all that?! Vanessa felt that familiar sick feeling, the bees in her stomach stabbing her, telling her to get mad. But she couldn't. Couldn't do anything, couldn't even say anything.

A low growl sounded to Vanessa's side, almost at the level of Vanessa's naked breasts. "Cass!" The colored woman took a startled step back. "Customers. You ring them up first. You chat when you're not holding them hostage."

A beefy, stocky man stood to her side. He probably wasn't quite a little person, but he couldn't have been over five feet tall, and his shaved head didn't add any extra height. His tattooed, pockmarked face was an annoyed sneer, directed toward his punky, pretty female coworker. As uncomfortable as he immediately made Vanessa, in no small part because he was nearly at eye level with her far-too-revealing top, she was grateful at least someone had enough sense to tell the delinquent young girl to do her fucking job.

"Sorry, Rod," The surly man got a sweet smile from the counter girl, Cass. His face didn't soften.

Cass turned her attention behind Vanessa, "Ma'am? I'll help you here." And back to Brand, while absently, finally, holding out Vanessa's identification, "And I'll have this all rung up when you two return from her fitting." Vanessa almost had forgotten about... what was going on here, exactly? She snatched her driver's license while she still had the chance.

"Come this way," Rod's tone wasn't any softer with Vanessa, and without a word of explanation he led the way to the back of the store, down a dark hallway, with his back turned.

Vanessa stared after the short man's rapidly retreating figure. She was -

"Ahh!" A sharp swat unexpectedly set fire to Vanessa's firm butt, causing her to bend at the waist as her hands instinctively covered her abused rump. All eyes turned to her even as her breasts spilled out of her top, and compounding Vanessa's sudden shame the dildo wielding customer stared openly at the squealing, semi-nude black woman in front of her.

Vanessa needed no further prompting to hasten after the nasty looking bald man. She stuffed her boobs back into her blouse and with a hot, blushing face her heels shuffled rapidly after him, leaving behind the scene of her latest humiliation.