Not yet, savour the moment

I'd rather not be heard and get kicked out of the mall just yet. After all, Body Rentals wasn't popular but it wasn't unknown. If someone saw the collar, they might rip it off and then Elle would strangle me. Worse, she might try to control me. Gross, now all I could imagine was her throwing my body around in her weird Catwoman outfit.

Shaking my (sorry, her) head to forget about that image, I focused on the task ahead: photoshoot. It's not everyday you got to take pictures of your sister's panty-clad ass. And she used Fingerprint ID for unlocking her phone. Everything's coming up Benjamin.

[1]

First up, pink. Sliding the thong up her legs sent a sick thrill down my spine as I gave her the wedgie of a lifetime. I positioned her away from the mirror and then turned her face towards the mirror, sticking her tongue out for the camera. Next, I turned her towards the mirror and, with one hand covering her tits, took another photo. Just before changing to white, I recorded a video of her spanking her ass. It would have been hotter with a tattoo printed on her asscheek but I didn't have much time to begin with.

[2]

Next, white. Sadly, nowhere near as good as pink. I think the lingerie would have looked much nicer in this colour but this thong did nothing for me. Didn't stop me from bending her over to take a photo. I even propped her phone up on the purse and took another pic of her behind with her jutting her back out with her arms on her head.

[3]

Black was the coup de grâce. Combine this with her new skirts, she'd be a fucking bombshell. Damn it Elle, what was wrong with you? Hiding this was a crime. I was half tempted to walk her out like this but, again, that's too much trouble. I did put on her shirt without buttoning it and sat her down on the bench with her left leg on her right and her left hand on her forehead for one hell of a picture. Another one with her facing the wall, knees on the bench and hands on the wall, ever so slightly arching her ass out. One more with her front on the bench facing away from the camera and her head turned towards the camera. My last photo had her on her back and her finger in her mouth with an alluring look at the camera, which could see everything. I wanted more but we were running out of time and Elle needed more of a makeover than just clothes. Still, a man needs his fap material and these would last me months. I emailed all of the pics to myself and then deleted them from her Sent box and her gallery, just in case I needed to cover my tracks.

Putting her clothes back on, I grabbed some tank tops and made my way to the cashier. She clearly disapproved of my outfit because she had such a disgusted look on her face while she scanned Elle's new clothes. Sorry, not my fault that my sister was an insatiable slut! Paying with Elle's card (they are her clothes), I gave the cashier a smile and thanked her with a giggle before making my way to the door.

Just before I left, I had a great idea. Between two clothes racks, I squatted Elle down and took off her underwear right then and there. Making her say how much of a dirty whore she was for wetting her panties was the cherry on top. Her new black thong went right back up her butt and, for good measure, I gave the whore another quick spank. I was putting on the miniskirt when I looked behind me and saw a guy around Elle's age with his mouth open in shock. Clearly aroused at the display, I put her finger to her mouth in a shushing motion and made her wink at him before walking right out the door.

Like I said, a man needs his fap material.

Elle should have thanked me for all the attention she was getting. Her large bust drew some eyes before but nobody could stop staring at the new slut wiggling her ass in a skirt too small to cover it. I felt her vagina clenching itself in pleasure and her body warming from the looks it now drew.

[4]

Checking that Mom was still at work and Stacy at home, I made sure to strut my way to the salon, taking every opportunity I could to flaunt her butt. She got a few wolf-whistles too, the lucky girl. A few glares from older women as well so obviously I made sure to smile and wave.

Unfortunately, there was one issue: Elle never shaves. She looked like Bigfoot as a schoolgirl. Seriously, what did she need this hair for? She's not a sheep.

Good thing I'm here to guide her in the right direction. The local salon offered walk-ins and Elle had ever so graciously given me her card. I planned to use it well. I greeted the receptionists with a smile and asked what appointment I could get today. Sunday mornings were usually pretty quiet but I was still shocked to have it be done immediately.

I was taken to a chair to lie down and wait for the ladies to do their work.

"Hi, a Brazillian wax today and a mani-pedi, right?", asked a redhead. She looked a bit like Elle with glasses, awkwardly standing as if I was going to be waxing her. The freckles didn't help either. Actually, saying that she had freckles was an understatement, it was like she was splattered with red paint all over.

"Yep! I want everything gone!", I replied in my best ditsy voice.

"Are you sure? You have to avoid hot baths, exercise and tight clothing for the rest of the day," she said.

"Don't worry, I brought cotton! Plus, it's not my first time going commando", I winked.

She giggled at that. "Well, you won't need to do that. Just take off your skirt and underwear and spread your legs please."

Say what you will about her confidence, the redhead knew what she was doing. She cleaned me up (oops, should've wiped Elle down after the photoshoot) and started applying the hot wax on the bikini line. It felt warm and would've probably hurt had it not been for the Body Rentals helmet's pain settings being set to zero. I thought I would at least wince but no, I might as well have been sunbathing. The further this went, the more Red relaxed and got into the groove of things. From what I could see, the skin was a bit red but an hour or so would fix that. Great, I didn't want Elle to look like she had the clap. She turned me over onto my back and then my sides and same story there too. Ginger had finesse.

Right as she finished, she grinned and went, "All done! I gotta say, I thought this was your first with all the hair you had. But you didn't flinch once. How many times have you done this before?"

"Oh, I only grew the hair because I thought it was easier to get rid of," I lied. I was fairly sure longer hair is better for waxing to get it all out easier but I didn't exactly look this up. "I've, uh, got experience, if you know what I mean."

Another laugh from her and I thanked her for her hard work. She was really nice and I didn't see a single glare at any of the clothes I wore. At least someone appreciates the hard work I've put into my sister. I was so proud of myself. Elle should consult me more.

"By the way, I love your boots. Are they heeled?"

"No, no," I said, with another fantastic idea in my head. "I'm planning to buy some heels now, actually. Wanna join?"

([1] reference: https://www.victoriassecret.co.uk/style/ls327352/p81179)

([2] reference: https://www.camille.co.uk/womens-three-pack-white-floral-lace-thongs-p49)

([3] reference: https://www.victoriassecret.co.uk/style/ls327352/p81179)

([4] reference: https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/165503615515)