Jessica gets a Make-over

„Y… you can’t be serious…“ Jessica gasped incredulously as Stefan pulled a piece of fabric from his bag and tossed it to the floor in front of her. Gingerly, a look of horror on her face, she picked it up, the cool material feeling heavy in her hands.

White leather. It was a white leather mini skirt! While the denim skirt she had worn before had been tight and had shown a lot of skin, going halfway down her thigh, it seemed demure compared to this obscene piece. Not only did the thing to be at least two sizes too small from the looks of it, it was also short! She wouldn’t have worn this even where nobody could have seen her, much less in public.

Dumbfounded, the defaced woman looked up at Stefan, who grinned at her, giving the man a pleading look. “Stefan, ple…” she began softly, but he cut her off.

“Shut up!” Stefan cut her off sharply, “You’re the kind of girl that lets strangers fuck her in the ass in dirty back alleys! The look suits you! Put the skirt on NOW!”

Jessica jumped at the last word, feeling her throat tighten. Her mind raced, but she was unable to find a clear thought. Mechanically she stood up, almost like in trance. She felt Stefan watch her with a smirk on his face as the naked actress slowly stepped into the skirt before she pulled it up.

Her assessment had been right, the skirt was definitely a size too small and she had to fight, twist and turn and hop up and down to get the leather garment over her tight bubble butt. However, in the end she managed to squeeze herself in, the skirt covering up her intimate areas, though only just. Her heart sank as she checked herself out, realizing that if she stood perfectly still the leather went an inch down past her pussy, barely covering the most private places while displaying an enormous amount of golden leg. However, as soon as she’d make more that small steps the skirt would inadvertently slide upwards, exposing her tight little, shaven cunt for the world to see.

Furthermore, her ass was literally wrapped in leather, her tight little Latin butt an obscene eye catcher, the skirt not showing off every detail of her immaculate posterior, but because it was so short it also exposed a good inch of her butt crack along with the blue bow-trampstamp right above it.

“Perfect!” Stefan, who had taken her in just as intently as she had (though with completely different emotions), grinned, leering at the half-naked Jessica, “Now I have just the top to go with that!”

Jessica winced audibly as the German businessman said this, the wide smirk on his face did not bode well for her as he reached into his bag once more. “There we go!”

Jessica gaped in sullen silence, at a loss for words as she stared at the top that Stefan dangled in front of her nose for her to inspect. The problem with the black stretch tank top was not that it was almost as “form-fitting” as the skirt and would surely cling to every curve. Nor was the problem that it was once again almost criminally short. The problem was the four big block letters that glittered in silver on the front.

“What?” Stefan asked with a mocking smirk, “You don’t like it?”

“… ‘SLUT’?” Jessica read incredulously, her head unable to keep up with the way things were progressing. What had happened to some innocent holiday fun?

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Stefan chuckled before tossing it at her, “Very fitting!”

Jessica caught the top automatically. Not knowing what else to do she quickly pulled it over her head.

Indeed it was tight, her nipples poked prominently through the black fabric as if to underline the insulting word written across her tits. The best thing she could have said about it was that it didn’t show any cleavage, but what the shirt did not show in décolleté it more than made up for in stomach, showing a healthy amount as the lower hemline only stretched an inch below her breasts, clinging on to her voluptuous body.

“Happy?” she asked Stefan, a beaten expression on her face.

“Not yet, Ficksau!” the German winked, “A few accessories are missing… Sadly I don’t have what we need with me, but I know just the place… Don’t worry, it’s just around the corner!”

Without giving her even a chance for a reply Stefan grabbed her elbow and dragged her out of the alley, leaving behind the remains of Jessica Alba’s clothes and her dignity.