Get Them Dressed Up First

You make a quick stop at your place to grab some swimming trunks as the fun of nudism was expiring.

"Alright, girls! You ready?"

"Um, where are we going? You were never clear on that," spoke up Amanda.

"Shit you're right. My apologies. Well, get excited because we're headed down to the beach! Fun stuff right?"

The look of fear melted from their faces as they slowly and softly let out sighs of relief.

"Oh, is that all? I thought you were going to take us to some seedy club or something."

"Would you like to? I kinda had the day planned but I like a girl who can make decisions."

"Oh, no, no, no, no! We all want to go to the beach! Right girls?" They all shook their heads spiritedly.

"So then it's set! Let us be on our way then."

You slam the gas on the neon-blue Dodge Charger you bought on the way there. You chuckle under your breath at the thought of how you were about to surge the uneasiness right back into them. They didn't have any swimsuits did they? They were about to, and they were about to not like your choices. Just then, Lydia coincidentally mentioned that very dilemma.

"Um, so quick thought. We don't have any swimsuits, could we maybe stop at my place just right up here? We're all roughly the same size so my bathing suits should fit all of us."

"Okay, so two choices, either the three of you swim naked, or I pick out the outfits. I'm not gonna settle with the shower curtains you probably have for "bathing suits."

Just as you predicted, the girls were once again timid as you mention your rules. An almost comically long awkward silence drifts by as Amanda mutters, "I guess go to the shop then."

"Aww, what's with the sappy attitude? Trust me, you chicks are gonna look sexy as hell."

"Well, I feel like you're not respecting us in anyway, we agreed to this, right? Shouldn't we get some say in this?

"But that's just the point, you agreed to this. I'm not gonna let you three half-ass your way through my deal. Here, tell you what. I'll give all three of you $100,000 to do it. Sound good?"

"Wait are you serious?"

"You bet your ass I am!" you say as you open up the glove compartment and spill out a waterfall of banded bills.

The girls sat speechless as you just continued to drive, and approached a store called "Kitty's Korner." A smutty clothing store with busty mannequins posing in near non-existent bikinis in the front window.

"Alrighty! Let's show a little skin!"

The trio of women uncomfortably stepped out of the car and followed you inside. The walls were adorned by T-Shirts and bikinis with incredibly questionable writings and images. Things including "black cock slut," "cum here," "this is what a slut looks like," and a personal favorite, "I fuck for Satan." An idea crept into your mind as you locate a sales associate.

"Do you have this one on some bikini bottoms?" you ask pointing to the sexy blasphemous shirt.

"Oh, yeah we do. I'll go get them."

Amanda ran up to you and began to speak quite sternly.

"There is not money in the world you can pay me to wear that filth!"

Her attitude was adorable. You walk up to her and softly ask a question.

"Really? Not even $300,000? Come on, let's be honest.

You grab her chin and look into her pooling blue eyes and pretend to pretend to control her mind. It almost feels like you shared a moment there. Ew, gross...

Her gaze was sensual for a split second before fading back into an unenthusiastic droop.

"You are so gross!" she exclaims, pushing your chest away to make way to the change room.

In a few minutes she comes out, ass tightly grabbed by words she never ever wanted to touch her body again while examining the carpet. Esther and Lydia were on the side awkwardly avoiding the situation by burying their faces in their phones. Her porcelain feet still nestled in a pair of TOMS, which prompted you to ask her to discard them.

"Are you happy now?" she asked, sheepish and annoyed.

"Yeah it's fuckin' hot. I think the 'bad girl' thing really works for you."

You select a bikini top that appears to have blood splattered all over it and command Amanda to model it for you which she begrudgingly does.

Holy Shit. Her sudden transformation was giving you a hard cock already, and you're hoping getting all three of them in these getups could complete the erection. Or did you want them in the same outfits? There was a lot of cool stuff in this store, and you figured you could look around for some other shameless garments to throw on these bitches' bodies.