Heaven, of course!

… Standing before Brenda, stood Heaven, her radiant smile gleaming bright in contrast to her natural color.

“I see you couldn't wait for me,” Heaven chuckled, placing a large assortment of red lace lingerie on the nearby rack.

“You did say to make ourselves comfortable,” Nicolette countered. “Besides, do you think you could resist this?” Nicolette cupped each melon, hefting them up, presenting them to Heaven. Before Heaven could respond, Nicolette lowered her hands to Brenda's glistening and swollen pussy lips. With her fingertips, she spread her labia open, lewdly displaying the wet, pink interior. “Or what about this,” she challenged.

Heaven closed the distance before Brenda could even blink. Within seconds, she was molesting one tit, while feasting on the other. A hand drifted between Brenda's thighs and two fingers easily slipped past the parted petals. Brenda and Heaven, both, cooed and hummed appreciatively.

“That's what I thought,” claimed Nicolette rather triumphantly.

What transpired over the next twenty or so minutes was a complete ravishing of Brenda's body. Heaven was every bit as skilled as Nicolette, driving Brenda to the pinnacles of ecstasy with her tongue and foraging fingers. Nicolette was not an idle bystander either, gorging herself upon any flesh that Heaven was not tending to. Brenda was laid upon the bench where Heaven devoured the delectable pussy spread before her, while Nicolette feasted upon the succulent breasts. Brenda was rolling from one orgasm into another, unable, and unwilling, to fend off the attention of both women. Brenda was occasionally presented with either Heaven's or Nicolette's dripping pussy, which she rewarded with her own attention.

Spent, exhausted, and heaving, Brenda lay there as the two women stepped away and eyed the naked, limp doll on the bench. “You were right,” Heaven murmured, “too good to resist.”

“I told you so,” Nicolette retorted.

“But you did come here to get an outfit that screams 'FUCK ME', didn't you?” Heaven licked her lips, Brenda's lingering orgasm still wet upon them. The sparkle in her eyes was quite evident.

Nicolette leaned down to the recovering sexpot on the bench and whispered in her ear. “Now that we made you feel sexy, let's make you look sexy. Heaven picked out an outfit just for you. Let's try it on!”

Brenda opened her eyes wearily, acclimating herself once again to her surroundings. Familiarity set in as the fog of her orgasm ebbed away. She allowed Nicolette to rise her up to a seated position upon the bench, both of their eyes settling on the garment hanging on the rack.

“Go ahead and try it on. I'm sure Dana will approve! I'll go check on the boys and make sure they're okay!” Heaven, looking as confident and gorgeous as she was, turned and left the two women alone.

Nicolette grabbed the minimal garments and made her way towards Brenda. She started with the sheer nude thigh high stockings, capped with a wide band of intricate white lace florets. Carefully starting at each foot, Nicolette eased Brenda's foot and calf into the nylon, gradually pulling it taut as it stretched above her knee, kissing her thighs. The white lace stretched from about two inches above the knee to mid-thigh. Nicolette took the opportunity to graze her fingernails across the bared thigh right up to Brenda's still quivering pussy, generating an appreciative moan and tiny bumps along the way.

Next came the red thong. Brenda's eyes took in the meager fabric that seemed nothing more than a thin strip of red with some strings attached. Nicolette eased the fabric along Brenda's legs, as Brenda watched in the mirror. Nicolette ensured the thong fit snugly around the waist, pulling it upwards until the tiny triangle struggled to contain the already moist, swollen labia, not to mention the cord that split her firm cheeks in half, nuzzled tight within the valley of her ass. “Well look what we have here,” Nicolette purred as her fingers weaved beneath the strip of fabric, pulling it wide to envelop the engorged petals. Brenda saw the object of Nicolette's amazement as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. A lewd thrilling shiver rippled through her body as a tiny slit in the only piece of fabric was revealed, granting easy access to her very core. “No need to take these off to get fucked,” chortled Nicolette.

“Now for the top,” Nicolette continued as she grabbed what had to be the bra that went with the ensemble. The scalloped-edged lace detailing both at the shoulders and underneath the supporting cups, along with the high-apex strapping created a cutaway effect. A delicate red bow decorated the front between the well-supported melons, creating an enticing amount of cleavage. The cutaway left her turgid nipples completely exposed, causing Brenda to reflexively cover herself with her hands. “Don't be silly,” Nicolette playfully scolded, pulling Brenda's wrists down to her sides. “It's all part of the look!” Brenda chuckled nervously in agreement.

“And now for the final touch,” Nicolette proclaimed, holding up the matching red garter. The garter had the same scalloped-edged design with crossover strapping and a lace band that hugged her narrow waist, along with another band that kissed the outer portion of her broad hips. The straps were attached to her inner thighs, both in the back and the front. The net effect was easily framing and drawing attention to her perfectly rounded ass from the back, and to her delectable and inviting pussy from the front.

Nicolette finally stepped away and looked at the masterpiece, a wide smile growing on her face. She circled around behind and assayed the image again in the mirror. Leaning in close to Brenda, Nicolette allowed her hot breath to bathe Brenda's ear, “Now that is what I call a FUCK ME outfit!”

Brenda could feel the heat as her cheeks flushed with the compliment. She could not deny Nicolette's statement. Not only did it make her look like she wanted to be fucked, it made her feel like she needed to be fucked! She couldn't deny the burning desire smoldering within.

With Nicolette's encouragement, Brenda turned and posed in various positions, taking in the full effect of the outfit. She had no doubt that she could easily grace the walls of the shop with her image, despite not being a model. Brenda quickly developed a playful spirit, continually striking various poses for her own amusement, as well as Nicolette's. The impromptu modeling session was interrupted by a faint knock on the door.

Brenda immediately retreated into her conservative shell, covered her exposed nipples with her hands and half-cocked her hips to the side, hiding her pussy when Nicolette invited the guest in. She turned an even deeper shade of red when Dana appeared from behind the door, holding two more outfits.

Dana stood silent, eyes bulging, mouth agape, silently staring at the picturesque beauty before him. He had to remind himself to breathe, totally captivated by the sight. Barely able to hoarsely whisper, “Wow,” Dana nearly dropped the outfits he was holding onto.

“Whaddaya think?” Nicolette broke the deafening silence and the trance between the two speechless individuals. “Would you wanna FUCK this?” Before Dana could utter a response, Nicolette purred provocatively past Brenda's ear, “Maybe later, if you treat her right!”

Nicolette's blunt question, not to mention the answer she provided, shocked Brenda out of her stupor causing her to audibly gasp in horrific surprise. Brenda didn't think it was possible for her to turn a deeper shade of red, but she was. Nevertheless, Nicolette remained in charge of the situation.

“So, what do you have here for our little vixen?” Nicolette reminded Dana of the garments he had nearly dropped.

Dana sheepishly looked down to the garments and held them out for Brenda to reluctantly grab, knowingly exposing herself to Dana's uncomfortable stare. “Sal and I each picked out something we liked.”

Brenda, growing a bit more confident and bold, stood firmly in front of Dana inspecting the outfits. In her right hand, she held up a classic schoolgirl outfit, consisting of a tartan micro mini skirt, a sheer white halter, sheer white stockings and a black collar, with patent leather black pumps.

Brenda eyed the garment, imagining how she'd look in that outfit. It wasn't something she'd pick out for herself, but she thought she'd be able to pull off the “slutty school girl” routine if she had to.

“That doesn't look like something Sal would pick out! Do you want to see Brenda in that outfit? Do you like the naughty school girl look?” Nicolette was grilling Dana on his choice, causing him to retreat in embarrassment. Again, his eyes could not garner the strength to look up, silently nodding his head. “Well … Like I said … Maybe later, if you treat her right.”

Once more, Brenda was taken aback by Nicolette's implication that she and Dana were going to have sex at some point in the future. It wasn't that Brenda found Dana unattractive, or that the thought was unappealing. He was Nicolette's husband, and fucking him in front of Nicolette just seemed so wrong … until … Brenda recalled the events from last night. Faint images of Nicolette spurring on Mitch's release filled her mind. Then there were Nicolette's words still echoing about “choosing” the people you fuck.

“What else do you have there?” Brenda managed to ask, breaking herself away from the lurid images occupying her mind.

Dana handed over a baby blue baby-doll outfit. It was very simple yet elegant and Brenda liked the feel of the satin in her hands. “Sal said this is good to wear around the house. It's light, sexy, teasing, but doesn't reveal anything!”

With a newly found sense of confidence Brenda never knew she had, she spun on her heels, granting Dana a wonderful view of her bared ass, outlined with the red garters. She walked gracefully, swaying her hips as she made her way to the bench, where Nicolette stood proudly. Brenda spun once more, holding the garments in each hand, her erect nipples jutting forth, and her glistening pussy fully bared for Dana's viewing pleasure. “So? I suppose you want me to model these for your approval?” Her eyes bore into Dana, awaiting his reply …