Hanna goes shopping

By the time her day ended, she was exhausted. She felt like she was in pretty good shape, but the associates had run her ragged, sending her on errands all over the place. On top of that she was wearing 4 inch stilettos and a miniskirt without panties, making her take short quick steps that drained her stamina.

Normally she stayed well passed dinner time, but that was for dealing with the responsibilities of a junior partner, and am ambitious one at that. Today she wasn't a partner, just an errand girl. And errand girls had no responsibilities. For the first time in a very long time she could leave on time, without having any other engagement to go to.

As much as she wanted to go home and soak her poor feet in the tub all night, there was something she needed to do. She might've been able to go home to replace the panties she lost, but she didn't own any bras that fit her new chest. She needed to go shopping.

She had intentionally forgotten to remind Ned to return her credit card. After all it wasn't like she needed it, and it gave her an excuse to use the rulebook to get free stuff. Or to get stuff without money, she had no intention of simply walking away with the goods. She had to earn them somehow, but she decided to leave that up to chance. It would be more fun if she didn't know what was coming after all. She stopped to summon the rulebook and quickly jotted something down.

Lingerie stores

Old Rule: It is accepted within the industry that women with larger chests are less intelligence even if there is no evidence to support this. Those in the industry have no respect for busty women and feel no shame for treating them poorly. Actions done to busty women within lingerie stores by employees are always legal. Lingerie stores no longer keep bras with 32D cup volume or larger out for customers to browse. Instead women who need those sizes must receive assistance from the store employees and the employees never listen to the woman and use whatever means necessary to send her home with bras of their choice. Since bimbos frequently forget their wallets, stores have developed other means of getting compensation from busty women as payment for their products.

With that rule in hand she entered, Femme, an upscale lingerie store she'd frequented in the past. As she entered she noticed an employee eyeing her, eyeing her chest specifically. She ignored them for now and walked over to a shelf displaying some cute, petite, bras. Looking at the shelves below she saw a variety of sizes...up to 30D/32C. She smiled to herself, she couldn't find anything suitable here now. Not without help.

She walked over to the cash, "Excuse me, could I get a fitting?" She had a guess of what size she was now, but she didn't know for sure.

"Yes, of course. Please follow me to the fitting room." The woman replied. She led Hanna to a curtain along the wall and pulled it open so Hanna could step in, the closed it behind them, "I'll need you to take off your shirt and bra to get started."

"Oh, sure." Hanna unbuttoned her shirt and set it aside.

The cashier's eyes went wide for a second, but she recovered quickly and held up her measuring tape, "Before we start, do you see that bar above your head, could you grab it?"

Hanna was a little confused. She'd never had her arms up like that to be measured before...but then again she hadn't had someone else measure her in years. She reached up and grabbed it. She looked back at the woman to ask why, but then suddenly she heard loud clicking and felt something cool about her wrists. She looked up and saw that the woman had cuffed her hands to the bar.

"What...what are you doing?" Hanna asked, her heart starting to race.

The woman ignored her, "Pretty sure you count..." She measured quickly, with practiced precision, "Yep. 34DD. You're a bimbo alright."

"I'm not a bimbo." Hanna protested.

Again the employee ignored her, she pulled open the curtain and stepped out. As she walked away, Hanna realized she hadn't close the curtain. Everyone in the store could see her, even people walking by the store on the street could, if they looked in the window. She jerked against the cuffs, but they were totally solid.

"Hey! Unlock me now!" She demanded.

A few customers turned to look at her, but they only scoffed and ignored her plight. As expected. Even if they didn't work in the industry, Hanna had set it up so the employees could do no wrong here. If anything, she would just be cited for disturbing the peace if she made a bigger commotion.

The employee returned a few minutes later with a coworker in tow. A male cowoker.

The female employee held up a bra to Hanna's chest, "What do you think Chad? Pink or..." She swapped it for another, "Black?"

"The black, try it on her." The man, Chad, said.

Hanna shook in her cuffs a bit, but the woman just pinched Hanna's nipple, hard, "Don't resist you cow. You came here knowing full well what would happen to you. If you didn't want our expert opinion you would have gone to Walmart or something."

Hanna briefly wondered if her rule had been a boon to department stores, busty women might preferred to shop where her rule didn't apply after all. But it didn't matter much to her. The woman was right, Hanna had come here for this.

Hanna wondered if they were going to uncuff her to put the bra on, but it turned out to be unnecessary. The bra straps had been designed to easily come off so it could be put on without needed to free her. Hanna had to admit it was comfortable, and a good fit too.

"No, nevermind," Chad said, "It barely lifts her tits at all. In fact doesn't it make them look smaller?"

"You're right. Let me get some other options." The woman left and Hanna was left alone with Chad.

"Sir, could you uncuff me? I'm not going to run away, it's just a little uncomfortable." Hanna said as politely as possible.

"Moo any more and I'll gag you." Was all Chad said, his tone of voice making it clear he was 100% serious.

Hanna was tempted to test him, but then the woman returned with more options. They spent a while putting different bras on her, ignoring Hanna entirely and just discussing amongst themselves. Eventually though they agreed on a few choices for her. None of the comfortable or functional ones. A strapless bra, something called a 'super push up', and even a cupless bra. When she'd ever where that last one was a mystery, but by the time they tried it on her she couldn't protest...Chad had followed through on his threat after she asked them to pick out a sports bra.

"Do you think she needs underwear too?" Chad asked.

"Mmf!" Hanna nodded, then she immediately regretted it. Of course they weren't just going to hand her a pair of panties. Instead the woman unzipped Hanna's skirt and slide it down.

"Oh, yes! She desperately needs something. Poor bimbo came in here bare after all."

At least Hanna didn't have to suffer as they tried those on. Instead the woman just measured her waist and hips and went to make her selections. Of course she did that without putting Hanna's skirt back into position.

The two of them quickly agreed on what underwear Hanna should buy. A g-string, two thongs, and a crotchless panty.

The woman picked up Hanna's skirt and shirt, and walked over to the cash with them and everything they'd picked out for her. Then Chad uncuffed her and removed the gag, "You can get your clothes back when you pay." He told her.

Hanna glared at him, "Yes sir." She had another name for him, but the rules wouldn't let her say it.

She covered herself with her hands and hurried to the cash.

"You're total today is 347.32." The woman said, "You do remember you have to pay for things right? I know bimbos often forget."

"I remember!" Hanna insisted, "I just...forgot my credit card."

The woman smirked, "Figures. Don't worry bimbo, we got you. Come with me."

She walked towards the front of the store, and Hanna hesitated. Then Chad walked up behind her and slapped her on the bum, "Get going."

Hanna squeaked, and followed after the woman. She opened a door hidden in the glass of the front window display and stopped in front of a pole rising out of the floor. Hanna hung back, covering herself with her hands. There were people walking past the window. People who could easily see her standing there nude.

"Well come on," The woman said, "Get in here." She reached down for a small box that was hidden from the outside by a raised platform and lifted it up. She opened it and took out...a dildo. Hanna's eyebrows raised, then she gasped as she saw the woman fix the dildo to the top of the pole, "Come here so I can get you in position."

"But..."

"Do I need to get Chad to **** you?"

"N-no..." Hanna walked over and stood beside the pole. The woman rolled her eyes and roughly yanked Hanna forward. Then she adjusted a knob on the pole and started to raise the dildo higher and higher until it made contact with Hanna's vulva. It was cold and Hanna whimpered, but the employee just pinched Hanna's nipple again, "Get over it." Hanna had even noticed the woman lubricate the dildo, but she had and it easily slid inside her. Then she did something to the knob that she'd done to raise it and locked it on position.

"Stay here." The woman said with a laugh.

Hanna looked down at herself. She was standing in a store window, naked, impaled on a dildo. Is this what she'd thought would happen with her rule? No...not even close. She tried to get off. She tried raising herself up, but with 4" heels alreayd on her feet she had little room to lift with her calves, and no matter how hard she struggled she couldn't find any way to get off the dildo, or lower it down.

The employee returned a minute later and started to dress Hanna. A lace skirt and padded bra. It wasn't great, but at least her pussy wasn't visible anymore. Not unless you got up close at least.

"There. You're a mannequin now. And mannequin's done move. Or speak. Just sit tight and I'll come get you when your shift is over."

"When is that?" Hanna asked, "I have things to do."

"Then you should have brought money with you, stupid bimbo. And I said mannequin's don't speak. An hour will do, but if you keep talking I'll just add on. Got it?"

Hanna nodded, unwilling to risk more time by speaking.

"You're learning. Good. Maybe there is hope for you yet." With that she closed the door and stepped back into the shop. Hanna was left alone in her glass box, on display for anyone who happened to walk by.

Time ticked by slowly, but each second was punctuated by a growing need within her. She was keenly aware of the dryness in her throat, of the throbbing need within her belly. An hour...an hour was too long. As soon as she was free she was going to have to make a play. Maybe Chad...no. She didn't want to stay in here longer than she had to. It would have to be Julian again. She'd just have to impress him this time. Maybe he'd like that cupless bra...

Finally the door opened again, and Chad stepped in, "You're free bimbo. Let's get these clothes off you, they're display only." Hanna didn't bother resisting as he stripped her in the window. Then he took a key and put it into the base of the pole, then turned the knob and lowered the dildo. It fell out of her with a squelching noise and Hanna blushed in embarrassment.

Chad handed her a bag, "Your clothes are in here. Please, do come again."

Hanna said nothing, her brain just wasn't working properly. After a second she nodded, then opened the bag and took out her clothes. She put on one of the thongs, a new bra, and her skirt and blouse from before. Then she rushed out of the store and back to the office. She might've left work 'early' but she was sure Julian would still be there.

Her heart was pounding by the time she rounded the corner at Julian's cubicle. She stepped inside and...

It was empty.

"No no no..." Hanna whispered.

It wasn't that Julian was in the bathroom or something. His monitor was off and his laptop and bag were gone. He was done for the day.

Her stomach twisted. She needed relief. She needed it now.

She briefly considered heading upstairs, but dismissed it. She'd already given those men the power to punish her, she didn't need to give them a reason to. Not yet anyway.

She racked her brain for available men she knew, but she spent so much time at work that she really didn't have any male friends she could call on. Then it finally hit her. She rushed back downstairs and then down to the subway station, making her short commute back to her apartment. She took the elevator up to her floor, but went straight passed her door to knock on the unit beside hers.

The door opened a few seconds later, "Hi, can I help you?" The man who answered asked. Hanna knew little about him. He lived beside her, and had been here when she moved in. He was a bit older than her, around 50 she thought. They'd said hi a few times in the hall, but never had much in the way of conservation. The only reason she'd thought of him was because she was fairly certain he was single, and if she could convince him then she'd have a steady supply right next door.

"Hello Sir, I'm Hanna, from the unit next door. Do you have a minute?" Hanna asked.

"Hanna, right. I'm Louis. I've got a few minutes, sure. Do you want to come in?"

"Yes please." Hanna said.

He nodded and stepped aside so she could enter.

"Can I get you anything? Water, tea?" He asked.

"No...let me cut straight to the point. I recently developed symptoms...I have TITS...um...Target Immune Tolerance Syndrome. It means-"

"I know what it means," He said rather seriously, "Which means I know why you are here. I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I want to get involved."

"Please, it's really bad. I feel like I'm going to pass out if I don't get some, I don't have anywhere else to go." Hanna pleaded. She started to unbutton her blouse, pushing her tits out, "I'll be quick and get out of your hair. I promise."

He clicked his tongue, "Alright. Get to work then. But be fast and then get out."

Hanna nodded and dropped to her knees. She pulled down his pants and grabbed his rapidly hardening cock. It was only her second blowjob so she wasn't an expert or anything, but at least she showed none of the hesitation she'd had yesterday. Besides, his cock was much smaller than Julian's and it easily fit in her mouth. He didn't try to interfere like Julian had, he was content to just let her do all the work. Hanna tried to be fast as instructed, and focused on just bobbing up and down.

She was so focused she didn't hear the key in the lock, or the sound of the door opening.

He didn't notice either as he started to cum just as the moment. Hanna greedily swallowed all of it, satisfying her addiction, just as the screaming began.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Hanna pulled back and whipped her head around to see a blonde woman staring at them angrily.

"Shit...Joan I can explain!"

Hanna gulped. Guess he wasn't single after all....