No, someone says something

"Hey, where you goin'? Don't go away," the leader of the teens said.

Ashlyn stopped and turned to them.

"Tell us what you got in the bag, girl."

"A hot new outfit I just bought."

"Oh, baby. Let's see you in it."

"Okay." Ashlyn's mind was cringing, knowing she had to do it, but her body obeyed. First was her tee shirt, which got the boys clapping. The white bra would show under the halter top, so even though she tried to stop herself, she took off her bra because that's what she'd normally do with this outfit. The boys really cheered and whistled at her naked tits. The halter top went on quickly. She stripped off her jeans, showing off her matching white cotton panties. Not real sexy, but when she put on the skirt, she felt very sexy. She slipped the heels onto her bare feet, and then she put her clothes into the shopping bags.

"That's beautiful. You should dance in those clothes all the way home."

Inwardly, Ashlyn groaned, but she just smiled and waved at the teenagers. With her shopping bags in one hand, she started club dancing back to her car. People stared at her, but no one said anything to her. The teenagers were left behind, as they lost interest and harassed someone else. She cranked the radio once she got the the car and moved her body to the beat all the way home.

As she walked in from the car, her neighbor, Dave, a computer programmer in his thirties, was raking the lawn. Ashlyn knew he was going to say some command she'd have to follow. He was always trying to get her to come over to his house for some tea.

"Hi, Ashlyn. How was your day?" Dave asked.