The girls would rather shop

You don’t really want things to move off in a tangent from your plans since you already paid for the store time and doubt there are refunds for changing your mind. On the other hand, you also don’t want to **** the girls into doing something they don’t want to.

After a brief pause, you ask them, “Well… what would you ladies rather do?” You glance over and nod towards the hyped up business dudes, “Them…” you then lean back and flip your phone to the boutique website and hold it out for them all to see. “Or new clothes?”

The girls look at each other, suddenly remembering the purpose of the car ride. Katherine snatches up the phone and starts scrolling through the selection. “That’s just the catalog items,” you point out.

Emma and Sabrina flank their sister as they hover around your phone.

“Oh.. that one looks nice,” Sabrina points.

“Wait, stop, I want to see that one!” Emma interjects.

With free outfits on their minds, the girls curl up on the back seat and don’t notice the business men pounding on the window begging for more show. You let the ladies scan through the selection as the limo makes its way through the narrow streets to the shopping district. By the time you reach the boutique, the outside attention has all dissipated and no one around was witness to the girls going wild in public. The limo slows down and signals to park.

“Looks like we’re here,” you tell the group. “You all might want to put something on before we head out!”

“Oh shit!” Sabrina yelps, remembering that they are all still naked and covered in rum. The three scatter to get decent.

Fortunately, they started out already scantily clad, so dressing would be as simple and slipping their dresses back on. Unfortunately, they are still sticky from the **** fueled sex romp. Katherine grabs some water bottles and cracks them open, dousing herself with the clean liquid before rubbing it all over her body. Sabrina and Emma do the same, washing off the grime of their sexcapade. They help water and wash each other before they dry themselves off with the one bar towel.

By the time they are finished, the car is at a full stop and the driver is making his way around to the door. Sabrina and Katherine pull on their dresses and straighten themselves up just in time. The fabric clings to their skin, but at least they’re covered. Emma has her top on and is trying to squeeze into her tight shorts, still shimmying and squirming when the door opens.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve arrived!” the driver announces.

Emma plants herself in the seat and fidgets while the other two file out. You follow them and Emma comes out right behind you. You turn to see that she managed to get her shorts on in the end. The driver takes a quick glance inside and notices the big puddle on the floor as well as the mess on the leather seats. He sighs to himself and closes the door before turning to you.

“I’ll be out here if you need me,” he says.

You give the man a tip which he accepts with an appreciative smile. He adds, “I’ll have the car ready for you in an hour.”

You nod and head inside to find the girls.