Fashion Show

Ralph waited for her at the door. The store front was filled with neon lights and mannequins dressed in lingerie. Ralph held open the door. “Slut” he said inclining his head to Ayumi. She shuffled in and he slapped her ass as she walked in causing her to yelp. The store was filled with rows and rows of costumes and sex toys. Though she had been here many times it felt very unfamiliar. Ralph handed her a basket and ordered her to hold it.

“Yes, sir” she responded as a good girlfriend does.

First he took her down the costume isle filling the basket with several skanky clothes: school girl, French maid with a frilly petty coat, business slut, slutty Wonder Woman, a latex suit, a cat suit, a bondage harness, a pair of clear platform heels, a pair of red pumps, some ballerina heels, an entire hot pink outfit down to the heels, lots of mini skirts, tube tops, tank tops with words like slut written across the chest, a white bikini that looked like it had no lining and would be transparent when wet, several corsets that looked incredibly tight, and piles of lace panties and bras.

When they got to the end of the isle Ayumi was struggling to hold the basket. Ralph indicated for her to place it next to a bench that was in front of her. After Ayumi placed the basket down she looked up to see the bench was facing a raised platform with a curtain at the end, effectively a cat walk. Ralph sat on the bench and fishes out the school girl outfit and handed it to Ayumi. “Go try it on” he said pointing to the curtain at the end of the platform.

“Yes sir” Ayumi said making her way to the back. Once she got to the fitting room and closed the curtain she looked at the clothes in her hands. There was a white lace panty and push up bra, a very short plaid skirt, and a small transparent button down shirt. Ayumi stripped her clothes and put on the white lace set, the skirt was a wrap with buttons along the side, and only made it about 2 inches below her pussy. Becasue of how flared out you could see the bottom cheeks of her ass. Ayumi then tried to put on her button down but realized it was too small to button. She knew that Ralph would want her to tie the ends under her breast, the fabric gapes open at her chest revealing the bra underneath and exposing her entire midriff.

Ayumi peaked out from behind the curtain to see Ralph sitting on the bench at the end of the platform. He was talking to an old man holding a stack of dirty magazines. Sheepishly she stepped out from behind the curtain.

“Come here Slut!” Beckoned Ralph. “Oh very nice” he said jeering at Ayumi.

“Damn” said the old man.

“She’s great, right?” Ralph boosted. He indicated to Ayumi to turn around. She dutifully obeyed. She felt a hand on her ass and turned back to see the old man reaching over and squeezing her ass and Ralph laughing over his shoulder. The old man pulled Ayumi to the edge of the platform and continued to grope her ass. Squeezing hard causing her to squeak. As she stood their several other customers moved toward her to look at her scantily clad form.

“Ok time for outfit number 2” Ralph said tossing a bundle of clothes at her feet. Ayumi bent at the waist as she learned In etiquette class and felt another had reach up her skirt.

Ralph had her try on almost every outfit in the basket as all the men of the store stared and groped her as she came out. Ralph just watched these men grope her with a grin on his face.