Have Claire come in and have a look

"Oh.. Claire?" you call, just able to see the goth salesgirl over the shiny aluminum rod the ringed curtain hangs from. Though already redressed in the black latex costume, you feel you are definitely in need of the pink-coiffed teen's assistance.

"Yes?" asks the girl, turning to you. You can see her smile at the sight of your blonde bangs and big blue eyes peering at her over the dressing room curtain rod.

"Did you get in it all right?" she asks, looking hopeful you might need a hand.

"Yes. It is much smaller and tighter than I expected. Could you come and look at it and see if you think the size is right?" you call plaintively over the changing room curtain rod.

"Oh. Sure. Just let me lock the register and I'll be right back to help you!"

Your sly smile is hidden behind the curtain as you continue to watch Claire. She gives the empty store the once-over, seeing no one but a couple young guys pretending not to ogle her through the store display windows. Even though she is facing away from you, you can hear the excitement build in her voice as she uses the key that dangles from the curly rubber bracelet around her wrist to lock the cash till.

You step back away from the curtain when you see Claire approach, taking a deep breath as your mind races to find a way to seduce this beauty. You are faced now by three more of yourself looking back at you in the three-sided mirror. Even you cannot get over the way the slick black latex has transformed your curves as you swipe your hands slowly over the glossy garment as you examine yourself from multiple angles.The zing of the curtain rod rings across the metal pole gets your attention as Claire slides the fabric aside.

"Ohmigawd!" Claire gasps, her brown eyes wide, her pouty-lipped mouth open as she looks you over from head to toe. "I could tell you had the bod for this outfit, but seeing you in it.." She steps in between you and the mirror, not thinking to close the curtain as she takes in the naughty nurse before her.

A knowing smile curls your own lips as you see the steel ball in the middle of the astonished girl's tongue. You figured with the brow and nose rings on the salesgirl, she would have a tongue piercing as well. You wanted to see what that would add to the ecstacy of being eaten out by a sexy female.

"So, Claire," you ask again. "Is this the right size for me? It's awful short," you tease, playing with the tight hem of the dress that just barely covers the twin globes of your posterior. "..And my boobies seem ready to pop out of it!"

The salesgirl seems to be in a fog as she nods, examining you from head to toe.

"Yuh, well, that's the way it's made," she replies, seemingly preoccupied. Her eyes never leave you.

"And, of course, it's so tight, I could never wear undies!" you continue.

"No, they would show right through. It would look awful," she manages to answer. Then, for the first time since she entered the changing cubicle, she looks directly into your eyes.

You stare back at her, fighting the urge to pounce on her right there. You can't help but be reminded of that high-cheek-boned actress on the popular spy show when you look at Claire. The salesgirl looks a lot like her character when she goes undercover in her Eurotrash/punk persona. You are ready to reach out to the corseted nineteen-year-old when the pink-haired girl speaks.

"This is going to sound terrible, and I hope you don't hate me, but..are those real?" asks Claire. You can tell her eyes always return to the golden flesh that is spilling out of the latex nurse's outfit.

"They sure are!" you purr to the much smaller chested girl. "Would you like to feel them?"

"Could I?" she squeaks, one delicate hand going to her lips as if she's asking herself the same question.

"Certainly!" you tell her, taking the hands that seem to shake before you in mid-air and placing them on taxed latex covering.

Claire makes a few tentative squeezes. The latex squeaks over your resilient flesh as her fingers slip across the slick material.

"Why don't you peel the latex off them, Claire, get a better look?"

Claire looks you in the eyes, then slowly eases the costume off your strong, sun-kissed shoulders and slowly peels the garment wide, revealing your naked boobs.

"Oh, that feels so good!" you coo as you feel the cool air of the room hit your perspiration-glazed tits. The generous handfuls don't sag an inch unsupported, just bobble there like the noses of twin dirigibles. You watch as Claire cups them, hefts them, tweaks the growing dark nipples.

"Oh, Claire!" you rasp, excited already just by her touch. "Lick them!"

Hesitating at first, the salesgirl heeds your impassioned plea and leans forward to begin lapping at the large balls of girlflesh.

You start to pet her hair as she heads for the center of each, the most sensitive part of your boobs, the aureoles and the nipples that project from them.

You feel the slick surface of the surgical steel ball roll around your hardening nipple, and push your chest at Claire's face. The sensation is nearly enough for you to cream yourself right there.

"Oh, honey!" you cry, pulling Claire's face to yours after she duplicates her work on the other breast. You passionately lock lips, feeling her tongue enter your mouth, the ball now rubbing your tongue as the two of you swirl your tongues together. You grab the top of the salesgirl's corset and pull it down, revealing Claire's own perfectly-shaped tits. You maul them with your hands as you tonguefuck the girl, letting her press you against the wall behind.

You break the torrid liplock, holding Claire's head between your hands as you beseech her.

"Use that talented tongue of yours on my pussy, Claire, pleassssse!"

Claire says nothing, but bends her knees, angling them out, as she works her hands down the still-covered portion of your torso. Every sexy curve of your waist, hips and thighs is accentuated by the fetish gear. She folds the miniscule hem out of the way, and you feel a rush of air as the excited girl gets her first glimpse of your shaved pussy.

The red tulle skirt is flared out around the girl as she kneels before you, reaching out and under the latex to grasp the high round cheeks of your ass.

You feel you are in heaven as the sexy salesgirl uses her practiced, pierced and studded tongue on your overstimulated pussy. You can feel the pussyjuice that escapes the brunette's mouth soaking your upper thighs and rock gently against her burrowing face.

Claire begins to make guttural growling sounds as she continues her feast, the sounds reverberating into the membranes of your pussyflesh. And now the ball of her piercing begins to roll against the most sensitive tissues, slapping against your swollen clitty as she swipes her tongue under the flesh of your hood.

"OH..MY..GOD!!" you warble as you shake in climax, right there in the changing room. The room with the curtain still to the side.

The same three words are uttered by two male voices just outside the cubicle.

Both of you look at them, wondering how much they've seen, what they could be thinking.