Black Lace, But Things Get a Little Out of Hand

**Content Warning: This chapter contains a brief scene of M/M flirting/advances/touching in furtherance of the plot. This will also be referenced (but not described) in the following chapter**

Sensing your lack of experience with this type of clothing, Elle hands you one piece of clothing at a time and carefully helps you to put them on rather than expecting you to handle the entire outfit yourself. A minute or two later, Elle has you wearing a black lace thong, a black strapless bra, and a black lace babydoll over the top. The bra contains some type of built-in silicone insert which gives you the appearance of having small A cup breasts on your male chest.

After helping you put on your thong panties, Elle notices that your six-inch dick is erect, causing your cockhead to protrude out of the top of your panties.

“I have to say I didn’t have you pegged as bi”, Elle whispers in your ear in a joking tone, as the two of you stand face to face just a foot or so apart in the small changing room. “Normally I’m quite good at that”.

“Oh no, um, I’m n-not bi”, you stammer in reply, “I just got a bit excited by these clothes is all.”

“Well whatever you say, sweetie, but let’s get that boycock taken care of and tucked in your panties so we can take a few snapshots to show your girlfriend. Then she can make a proper decision" Elle says softly. "She might buy all three of these sets once she sees how delicious you look in them” Elle replies in a sensual tone.

Without saying another word Elle drops to her (I mean his!?) knees and fishes your hard dick out from the side of the lacey black underwear. Elle leans in towards your crotch, mouth open and apparently planning on taking care of your little problem for you. At that exact moment you hear footsteps rapidly approaching from outside the changing room door.

You attempt to yell out in order to get Elle away from your dick and you reach up with both hands push the trap’s face away from your crotch. You see Ashley’s hand open the heavy velvet curtain which separates the changing room from rest of the back area, and you finally manage to utter “W-Wait!” in Elle’s direction.

You are now face to face with Ashley, her left hand still on the curtain, the right holding a cardboard carrying tray containing one coffee and one tea. Her mouth is open in shock. “What the hell Doug? We just consummated our relationship last night and you are already trying to cheat on me? And with a trap boi no less?”.

You quickly withdraw both your hands from Elle’s head. You dick softens at world-record pace, both from the realization that Ashley is very upset with you and due to the sudden but unwanted advances of the trap store clerk.