Cheerleader seems best.

The cheerleading outfit seems like an easy choice for first. It fits really nicely, you can’t help but feel a bit odd that this guy just guessed your size, not to mention that they just had it available. Sure you aren’t big, never were, but it seems a bit odd that you are fitting into everything so easily. Not a big girl section, and aren’t cheerleaders usually tiny. Last you sit down, slip on the soft pink no show socks and grab the sneakers, size 8, “Hah, he got one thing wrong, I’m a size 9.” You set the shoe on the floor and look at the tall heels, they are quite intimidating, “Eh, maybe I can get a size 8 to work, those are scary.” You slide them on. Perfect fit. “What the? No wonder girls are always bitching about their clothes being hard to shop for, the stupid sizes are different.”

You give them quite the show, the guy, Andre, takes a ton of pictures with a very impressive camera, a Sony A1, just stupid expensive, but rarely says a word. Conversely, Mark can’t seem to shut up, but only takes a few snaps with his phone. After about a fifteen minute show, they urge you to try the next look. Both seeming genuinely impressed, eager, and probably more than a little turned on.

For your second show, you try on the harem outfit, it is so very sexy, but the heels are terrifying and the tiny thong and skirt are see through, no way they don’t see your cock. On the other hand, you then try on the lingerie, and ya the fabric is dark enough in the crotch, they might not notice your cock, but it has a fuck hole for your ass, you just know Andre is going to stick his cock in if you put that one on. “No way he paid me a grand for pictures. Owe, he wants to fuck me.” Ugh, why is the thought of that making your dick tingle. “I don’t want to get fucked.” You say flatly, but a little tingle, a flutter in your gut, says otherwise. “Since when do I like cock?” A question you don’t have an easy answer for.

Mark knocks, “About ready?”

“Having trouble with the straps, I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Ok… Need a hand?”

“No, just give me another minute.”

“Heh, heh, just kidding.” But was he?