Nikki brings lingerie and you to a change room

Barely two minutes pass before Nikki calls out to you. She's carrying lingerie draped over her long arms. There's more sashay in her gait than the mandatory 4" heels you've imposed on the world's women would require. Her eyes sparkle. She seems to be looking forward to modeling for you.

An older gentlemen looks down his nose at Nikki's mini-skirted ass as she passes and mutters "Harlot!"

She walks past two younger men. They snicker. One says "What a ho!" and the other just laughs.

You smile warmly.

"You are such a nice boy," Nikki giggles as she gets there. "Most men hate shopping for lingerie. Your stripper girlfriend must be very lucky."

"Oh, we are just friends," you put your arm casually around her. "I'm single."

Nikki's ass bounces delightfully.

You both come into the change room and pull the curtain closed behind you.

"Oh," Nikki says. "Some of these pieces of lingerie are quite tricky to put on. Would you please stay in the change room with me and help with the zippers and strings and whatnot?"

You smile ambiguously.

"Pretty please," Nikki keeps talking as her fingers accidentally pull on the hem of her skirt.

"Oh, all right," you agree magnanimously. "Let's see what you've got."

"Yay," Nikki bounces in her little salesgirl skirt.

She hangs the things she brought out. One set consists of a red velvet corset, black fishnet stockings, and lacy black panties. Another set is a cowgirl outfit with a straw hat, a leather bikini, and leather chaps that leave the crotch bare. There's more things too.

"So, big boy, what would you like me to put on first?"