Go get clothes

"Um..." You bite your lip, still slouched below the window. "I'm not going to the mall like this."

"Well I know just the place to get you something to cover up!" She smiles, working her phone out of her pocket.

"What are you doing?" You look worriedly up at her.

"Just telling Wanda we're gonna be late." She swypes out a message, eyes darting between the phone and the road. Then she turns it toward you. "Say cheese!" She smiles.

"Oh my god!" Your hands cover your face as the phone snaps a picture.

"Just needed to let Wanda know why I'm running a little behind is all." Jess smirks, setting the phone down.

"So you needed to send her a picture of me?"

"Well, I said you were cumming, so we'd be late."

"You spelled it with a u, didn't you?"

"Ya, so she said 'haha, autocorrect much?' so I sent her a picture." Jess smirks at you. "Well, we're here."

You peek out the window. "It's a book store." You frown. At least the street doesn't look crowded.

"Well, no, over there." She points across the street and down the block. "Madame Maxine's."

Madame Maxine's Exotique. "That's a porn shop!"

"They sell lingerie." Jess smiles, stepping out of the car. "I'll let you leave the toy here." She shuts the door.

You lick your lips. Maybe they'll have something not terribly revealing. Maybe.

You draw out the dildo, and it feels like it just keeps coming and coming as all thirteen inches work their way out of you, leaving you feeling surprisingly empty. You let it drop to the floor, and look down the street again. Still empty. You look over to see Jess already across the street and halfway to the shop.

"Damnit, Jess." You mutter, practically falling out the door. Keeping low, you work your way around the car, looking as far down the street as you can see before darting across, arms covering your nakedness. You quickly catch up with Jess, coming up beside her.

"You're just going to draw attention to yourself acting like that." She says.

"At least there's no one to draw attention from." You look nervously back down the street as Jess walks too-painfully-slowly toward the shop.

"Anywho, this place has this policy where if a girl comes in and shops topless, they'll give her a free tshirt." Jess explains. "So I figure you can at least get, like, a bikini or something if you show up like this!"

"Ya, an edible bikini." Your arms press even more tightly against you as you hear a car door slam a ways of, your head spinning around. You don't see anyone back there.

"Or maybe just an extra large t-shirt." Jess shrugs as you finally reach the shop and head in.

"Welcome to Madame Maxine's!" A man behind the counter looks up from his phone, eyebrows raising as he sees you.

"My friend here would like to take advantage of your free tshirt policy!" Jess smiles at him, but his eyes completely fail to leave your body.

"She definitely qualifies." He nods.

"Um, I was kinda hoping to get more than just a t-shirt?" Your arms still covering you as you stand next to a rack of DVDs with cum-coated girls on them.

"Well, you'll hafta do more than just the tshirt stuff, then." He shrugs, nodding, "But I think that can be arranged."

"What do you mean t-shirt stuff?" Your eyes narrow.

"But she can pick out, like, anything, right?" Jess smiles.

"Well, I guess she can pick out any of the outfits over there that are under $20." He nods, still leering.

"What do you mean t-shirt stuff?" You repeat.

"And there's stuff over there that'll be decent to wear in public?" Jess looks toward the rack, but you just glare at her. Why is no one answering your question?

"Well, if it's not, like, crotchless or transparent underwear, it doesn't generally come with any, so, technically yes?" He shrugs.

"What do you mean t-shirt stuff!" You stomp your foot, your voice raising. Jess looks at you, and he finally looks up at your face.

"Well, girls get a free t-shirt when they leave if they shop topless and let us film them putting it on then stripping it off all sexy-like as they head out the door." He smiles, holding up his phone. "We post it on the website."

"No!" You shake your head. "No way!"

"Oh, come on, Cindy!" Jess rolls her eyes. "It could be worse!"