Knowing Carrie, Yes, Though Probably Only At First

We went to a nice little shop that had some cute clothes, Lisa dragged me over to try out some skirts, but just as I was about to grab a bunch of them to try out in the changing room, I felt her hand on my shoulder stopping me in place.

“Oh no, no need to use the changing rooms, Carrie.” I turned back around as I processed what Lisa was ordering me to do.

“You mean…” my jaw dropped as Lisa nodded, confirming my suspicions.

A little thought crossed my brain at the moment, Lisa was definitely rich, or at least, her dad was, and the way they got rich is by being the only security company in our town big enough to supply security guards to multiple malls at the same time, including this one.

Lisa was never worried about trouble with guards because, more often than not, they were scared of HER, not the other way around.

This and the ungodly amount of money she could command gave Lisa all the confidence in the world to go around bossing people around and making sure they did what she told them to do, unafraid of any true consequences of her actions, she was a famous diva in our neck of the woods.

Heck, she's so rich that one summer she even got Erica to work for- Oh oops, I don't think Erica told you that story yet, I'll let her do the honors.

I reached down and undid the button and zipper on my hotpants, slowly shimmying out of them right there in the middle of the store, in front of everyone to see wearing nothing below the waist beyond a very skimpy thong.

After handing over the shorts to Lisa, I started modeling the skirts for Lisa, who simply told me whether or not she liked them on me. If there was any logic behind what she approved of beyond mere taste, I really couldn’t tell.