Not Yet

The man leered at Emily, standing there naked in the middle of the store, shuddering with both embarrassment and cold. He wasn't sure why she was doing this, it seemed ridiculous, but he could tell she really wanted to wear the bodysuit. The man could see by the look in her eyes, just how badly she needed it, and saw an opportunity to get something out of it.

"Hmmm..." The sex shop worker said, contemplatively, "I'm not sure I'm willing to sell it to you yet. It's the last one I have in stock and those are hard to get. I would need to be fairly compensated."
"W...what do you want?" Emily stammered with trepidation. "W...what would it take?" The man stood there, his eyes raking her supple, naked body. He thought about it, then a brilliant idea came to mind.
"I want you to perform some errands for me. I'm overworked and I need a sleep. So, I need you to do some jobs for me while I go and have a sleep in the stockroom. I'll see how you do, and if you do them well, then I might decide to sell you that outfit." Emily was worried, what jobs would he have her do? Would she be able to wear clothes while she did them? Clearly some sort of magic was in effect, but she didn't know how it worked. She didn't want to have to go out and about while she was butt-naked.

The sex shop worker went into the back room to come up with a list of jobs for Emily to do. While he was doing that, Emily tried to get dressed again. She picked up her clothes and put them back on. It appeared she could wear her normal clothes. As long as she was doing whatever she could to get her hands on the leather bondage outfit, she could wear her normal clothes.

Still, Emily was apprehensive. She didn't know what was happening, but apparently she was now being **** into doing some unknown jobs for a stranger, all to acquire an outfit that her brain was telling her she didn't want, but every other fibre of her being was telling her that she needed. It was very peculiar indeed.