Lisa groans awake....

Her head pounded from the liquor the night before. Yes, all the liquor. That was what she had to tell herself. She'd not been so much of a mess to forget the other reason her head was spinning. As she sobered up during the night, she remembered the way Usher's fingers felt as they massaged her clit, playing with her nub like a wizard. The rubbing, the light pinching, the pressing, it was like a master at work. Add in the toying with her sensitive breasts, and the less defensive Lisa didn't have a chance. She lost track of how many times she came, partly because her brain was in outer space the night before. Lisa furrowed her brow. That bastard used her drunken circumstances for his own benefit. She was going to give him a piece of her mind.

Lisa stood up, ready to march a war into the ammo store, when she felt a cool breeze hit her body. Looking down to see why she felt so cold, she saw the nightgown she was wearing. Scantily clad in a flimsy, barely covering slip, Lisa realized the trap she was in wearing this nightgown. If she walked, the hem of her gown would ride up revealing her pussy. If she moved to cover her quim, her breasts would flop out. Lisa growled. Usher was being sneaky. While this could be considered clothes, there was no way Lisa was going to prance around his store looking like a floozy. She looked around the room and realized she was stripped in the bathroom. She hadn't the foggiest idea where her normal outfit was.

"Shit." She cursed under her breath.

Lisa moved towards Usher's closet, and was even more displeased at what she found. Usher's work clothes were within, but two problems were evident if Lisa were to wear them. One, they reeked. It was like he was naturally built to stink on his own. The other, was that the older man was too big. If Lisa were to wear them, her breasts would spill out and she'd look like an idiot having to lift her belt buckle up every two seconds not to expose her ass. No, the only other options were the women's clothing in the closet. Lisa couldn't believe it somehow got worse.

Hanging up next to Usher's clothes were some dresses that stunk slightly less than their male oriented friends. They were classy in style, slutty in design; with low hemlines complimenting each one, and a bust that not so much threatened as they did promise to flow out at the wrong movement. Lisa looked on in disgust, finding no outfit that suited her needs. She even found a French maid's ensemble and nothing but an apron at the end. Lisa scrunched her nose at the thought of wearing these clothes. But... they were better than the slip she had on now. With her normal outfit nowhere to be seen, Lisa groaned, and slipped on one of the dresses inside. There wasn't any underwear to be found either.

It was red and lacy, soft fabric that felt good to touch and be touched by. There was a large plunge towards her cleavage, leaving little to imagination when it came to her breasts, and she had to be careful to walk a certain way so as not to show too much of her ass. Too much being the key there, as it seemed there wasn't any way to completely prevent a bit of cheek peeking out. Fortunately, if she walked on her tippy toes, the cloth could prevent too much perversion. Lisa dug some more in the closet and found some red high heels that allowed her to keep vaguely modest in this insane ensemble.

Now that she had her "armor" on, she had a new battle to fight. Establishing boundaries with a man who she'd already let probe pretty much every part of her body, pleasuring her to the point of orgasm multiple times. Yeah, this was going to be a hard one to walk back. Especially with Usher, who made lecherous feel like an understatement. But she had to try. Her dignity demanded it.