Okay

If he had been honest with himself, Peter would have realized that his thought processes were severely impaired by the woman’s hand around his erection. As it was, all he could think about, all he wanted, was more. More of this woman, more of her hands, more of her lips. And so, naturally, he answered her question as articulately as he could.

“Okay.”

That was that. Permission was given. Again her lips pressed against his. Again her soft hand played with his erection.

“Sorry,” she said, coming up for air after a few moments, “I’m getting carried away. It’s just that I’m so excited to be helping. Let’s wait until we’ve got you all ready, then I’ll keep my promise.”

Peter swallowed hard, feeling like he was making a deal with the devil.

“First thing’s first,” the woman whose name tag declared her to be Cindy said, “What’s your budget?”

“Well Steve,” Peter answered, “He’s my, well, um…”

“Your husband. Go on.”

“He said to spend whatever I wanted,” Peter finished.

“Oh fun!” Cindy grinned, “Shopping spree! Now, if you’re going to do this, if you’re going to be the woman of the house, you’ve got to at least pretend that you’re having fun. Shopping with no budget is like Christmas in July! So let’s see a smile.”

Peter managed to **** a small smirk.

“No!” Cindy said, leaning in and slowly running her index finger from the base to the tip of Peter’s erection through his yoga pants, “A real smile. Like one that remembers what kind of reward you’re getting for doing a good job.”

The feeling of Cindy’s finger caused Peter to shiver with pleasure. A big, toothy grin appeared his face as he sighed.

“Very good!” She said, “now let’s get to work. First, you said underwear, so let’s get that crossed off the list.”

And so, hand-in-hand, the pair made their way through the lingerie store. Soon Peter had piles of panties, a bonanza of bras, swaths of stockings, and garters galore. Not to mention the teddies, bustiers, corsets, and babydolls. It was, in Peter’s opinion, an obscene amount of women’s underthings, and all of it for him.

Sizes, of course, didn’t matter. He didn’t even check to see if Cindy was picking anything anywhere near his size. Each time she would select and item for him he could hear the PDA beep inside his purse, adjusting reality so that the new item was a perfect fit.

Once it was rung up the total bill was four figures, causing Peter’s eyes to bulge.

“Don’t worry,” Cindy said, “I gave you the friends and family discount. Beauty comes at a cost, but that doesn’t mean you can’t save a little.”

“Okay, well thanks,” Peter said through a big fake smile, gathering his bags, hoping to cash in on her promise, “since we’re done here, maybe we could go into the back…”

“Hold on,” she interrupted, “we’re nowhere near done. This is a big mall, and we have time and credit. I’m closing the store and we’re taking this show on the road. There’s so much to do!”

She shoved him to the front of the store, bags in hand, then slid the gate shut, locked it, then hooked his arm.

“We need to do something about your face, then we can talk about what to wear once you get out of your workout clothes. Babe, you’re in good hands. Once I’m done with you, Steve won’t know what hit him!”