Her body

Betsie waited in the fitting room for whatever garish items Tom brought her. There were three fitting rooms. The first two were small units with a floor length curtain offering privacy. The third room, the one Betsie found herself in was slightly larger and had a floor length curtain at its entrance but also a second one inside to divide the room in half. Betsie waited inside the second part knowing that soon Tom would be in the first part with items she would have to wear. Things she knew that would stoke the fires of Tom's fantasies. Betsie sighed. "I'm fucked," she said as she crossed her arms across her chest.

Betsie heard someone humming and they were getting closer. Moments later she heard the outer curtain being pulled open. She waited for Tom to make a stupid comment or pass her something ridiculous to wear. Instead the inner curtain was pulled open to reveal Diana standing there with a smile on her face. "Your boyfriend didn't know you measurements."

Betsie thought about tell Diana that Tom wasn't her boyfriend but thought it was better that Diana believed she was then finding out the truth. "No, well he wouldn't."

"What are you measurements dear?" Diana asked.

"I'll be honest I don't really ... "

"Do as you're told and tell me your measurements," interrupted Diana. She spoke softly but firmly. Diana didn't believe Tom when he said Betsie would do what was asked if someone said 'do as you're told' but was too curious not to give it a go. Diana was amazed when Betsie revealed her measurements. Diana wanted to see how far she could take things. "Do as you're told and show me your underwear." Diana thought the other two cubicles were empty but she still kept her voice low just in case she was wrong.

Betsie unbuttoned her jeans and push the down to her knees. "Please don't make me do this," begged Betsie as she lifted her top. Betsie stood in front of Diana showing off her underwear. More concerning was the curtains were open so anyone could get and eyeful.

Diana was now convinced what Tom had told her was true. "When I asked your boyfriend what your measurements were he said he didn't know. I told him that it was no problem and I would just ask you. He seemed worried that you wouldn't tell me so he said, and I quote, 'If she doesn't tell you just say do as you're told and tell me. She has to do anything if someone says do as you're told.' Naturally I didn't believe him but I was far too interested not to give it a go. It appears he was telling the truth."

'Fucking hell Tom what have you done?' thought Betsie.

A predatory smile appeared on Diana's face as she took a step closer. "Let's have some fun and put on a show for your boyfriend. Do as you're told and ... "

Tom had began to nervously fidget waiting for Diana's return. He began to wonder whether he had done right by telling Diana about controlling Betsie but Tom didn't want Betsie lying or being nasty or anything like that so he thought it was for the best. Tom knew Betsie could be cruel but in his mind he knew she didn't mean to be. A wave of relief washed over Tom when he saw Diana return with a smile on her face. "Did she tell you?" asked Tom.

"She did. In fact she was very helpful." Diana saw the relief in Tom's face. 'Easy money,' she thought. "Now which items caught your eye?"

Tom picked out two items and Diana suggested another two items. Diana wanted to do so much more but had to be realistic about what Betsie and Tom could afford plus how much time she could devote to the couple as there were other customers in the shop. Diana escorted Tom to the fitting room informing any lady in room number one or two that there was a male present and not to leave the room. When they reached room three Diana pulled back the curtain. There was a pile of clothes on the floor. "I'll just take these," said Diana like it was the most natural thing in the world. Tom just nodded. "Your girlfriend is behind the curtain. When you're done just stick your arm out the door and wave. I'll come and collect you. Otherwise just send your girlfriend to come and get me or another member of staff. We can't have men walking around the fitting room unescorted you understand?" Tom nodded. "Enjoy," said Diana with a smile. She exited the room, closing the curtain behind and taking the clothes with her.

"Betsie?"

"Just open the curtain."

Tom did as instructed and nearly died. Right before him was Betsie completely naked, bent at the waist with her legs spread as wide as the fitting room would allow, touching the floor between her legs. There was nothing left to the imagination. Her ass was the closest thing to Tom with her pussy on full display. Betsie tits could easily be seen through her legs and her face had an angelic smile on it. Her hair fell down to the floor. Diana had instructed Betsie to strip naked and leave her clothes by the curtain and get into an embarrassing pose for Tom. Furthermore she was not allowed to move for the next minute and once she did Betsie wasn't permitted to cover herself. To make matters worse she had to act like it was all her idea. Through her legs Betsie could see Tom's boner. Betsie knew if Tom decided to take her right now, there was nothing she could do to stop him. It was the longest minute of her life.

Tom thought he must have died and gone to Heaven. Tom wasn't sure if he was holding his breath or if he just forgot how to breathe. His dream girl was naked in front of his very eyes. Not only was she naked but she was in the sexiest pose he thought possible. He could see everything in ever dreamed of up close and very personal. Every inch of her body looked like perfection to him. He particularly loved the way her breasts fell towards her chin. Tom could stare all day.

Finally the minute was up. Betsie stood up and spun to face Tom. Betsie acted naturally even though she was dying on the inside. "I thought I would give you an extra special treat for buying me lunch," she purred making it sound like she wanted to show off for him. Tom just nodded. He didn't know if he would be able to talk again. "These for me to try on," Betsie asked in her sultry tones. Again Tom just nodded. She took all the items from Tom as he seemed to have lost the ability to move. She put everything on a knee-high ledge and selected the first set of lingerie. It was so sheer Betsie knew it would leave nothing concealed. She had been instructed to put on the best show possible so Betsie turned her back to Tom and stepped into the panties and slowly pulled them up her legs. The moan that emanated from Tom let her know he was enjoying the show. Then Betsie turned to face him to put on the bra. She could see in the mirror that her nipples and bald pussy were still visible despite her actually wearing something. Betsie put her hands in the air and started shaking her hips like a belly dancer. As she turned in a circle she asked Tom, "Do you like these?" Tom nodded. "Do they make me look sexy?" More nodding. When she finished a full circle, Betsie walked up to Tom and gave him a big hug. She could feel his erection pushing in to her. "Thanks Tom," said Betsie before returning to her original position of legs spread and touching the floor. "What do you think of these? Are these a keeper?"

Tom nodded. "They're awesome," he managed to say.

Betsie stood up and sexily stripped. 'One down, three to go. Fuck my life,' she thought with a smile on her face.

When Betsie had finished modelling all four items she was once again naked. While Betsie gave the impression of being comfortable with her nudity in reality she wanted to curl up and die. "Time for me to get dressed," stated Betsie like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Huuuh! Where are my clothes?" Betsie asked feigning complete shock.

It took awhile but it finally dawned on Tom. "The saleswoman must have taken them."

'You don't say Sherlock Fuckin' Holmes,' Thought Betsie. "Oh no! I can't go out like this, you'll have to go," she said with hammed up levels of distress.

"But I can't go, I'm not allowed," said Tom remembering Diana's words. "Hang on." Tom stuck his arm out the curtain and began to wave. While he was waving Tom took the opportunity to admire Betsie's body some more. Betsie could only stand there like an idiot and smile.

Eventually they heard Diana's voice. "Just a second."

Tom retracted his arm on grinned at Betsie. "This has been fun, we should do it more often."

'Of all the fucking moronic things to say you have to come out with something as stupid as that,' Betsie's mind screamed. "Yes," was all she said.

Moments later the curtain opened. "Oh my!" said Diana when she saw Betsie's naked form. Diana might have sounded surprised but both her and Betsie knew it was planned just like the next thing. "I'll take you out of here sir while your girlfriend gets dressed," said Diana. Again Diana informed rooms one and two that there was a male present.

It was only when they were out of the fitting rooms did Tom remember about Betsie's clothes. "I think you, er, might've taken Betsie's clothes by mistake."

"Did I? Silly me?" said Diana faking more surprise. "I'll just check." Sure enough they were behind the fitting room desk. Diana made a show of finding them to Tom. She returned to fitting room number three where Betsie was.

Diana couldn't help but laugh at the sight that greeted her. Betsie was in the same position that she had been in earlier for Tom except Diana hadn't closed the curtain when she left with Tom so Betsie had been at risk of being exposed to anyone walking all the way into the fitting room. "This is just priceless," Diana said in mocking tones. "Anyway, I just wanted to see what pose you chose and I have to say good choice." Betsie could move a muscle as Diana approached. Diana dropped Betsie's clothes and knelt down. She twisted one of Betsie's nipples hard. Betsie wanted to scream but she had been told not to make a sound. In fact Betsie would stay silent in this position all day unless she was ordered to do otherwise.

Fortunately for Betsie Diana knew her fun was over. "Do as you're told get dressed, leave us a five-star review and buy all that," said Diana pointing to the pile of lingerie on the ledge. Just for good measure Diana gave Betsie's other nipple a twist. "Ciao," Diana said as she left the fitting room.

Betsie was left on the floor rubbing her nipples, cursing Diana, cursing Tom and cursing her life.