Thigh-High Hooker Boots

Nicole stares at the hot pink, thigh-high boots in shock. The boots have stiletto heels, and the material is a garish shade of pink that would draw attention even in a crowded street. "See if they have your size," he says.

Nicole sighs and brings them up to the corner. She requests the boots in her size. The clerk heads to the back of the store. While they wait, Huck begins making his way around the store, looking at clothes. Occasionally he glances at his phone.

The clerk comes out with a box. As she does, Huck puts a selection of clothes on top. "Do you have a changing room?" he asks.

"Yeah, through the curtains," she responds.

"How do you know my size?" Nicole asks.

"Your internet friends gave me a document with a disturbingly in-depth list of measurements," he replied.

Nicole's cheeks burned with embarrassment. She remembered that task. The examination was intrusive enough when they asked her to note the size of her nose, toes, and fingers. But it didn't end there. They asked for details such as the length and width of her labia and labial hood, how far her nipples and areolas protruded when erect, the radius of her areolas from its center to outer edge and from its outer edge to base diameter, the gap between her vagina and anus, and even tried to measure her vaginal and anal dilation. It was a deliciously mortifying night that she never expected to leave her group.

She was so embarrassed that she didn't hesitate about taking Huck's outfit into the changing room. Finally looking at it, she couldn't help but groan, "hell no." The pile of clothes seemed to be a hot pink explosion, with different shades of the hue mixed and clashing in the loud ensemble. The tube top was adorning with the store's name in a bold, white font. The pleated skirt and fishnets completed the look, all in matching hot pink, giving off a slutty and kitschy vibe.

"It's fine," she mutters to herself. "He can buy the outfit, and I'll stick it in the back of my closet, never to be seen again." She strips down and changes. The top is even tighter than she expected. It pushed up her breasts, which had looked small and firm before, but now seemed to grow bigger and fuller with each breath. She feared that with one false stretch the top would slip down. The skirt is a bright hot pink with pleated layers of fabric that stick close to the body. It sits low on the hips and is incredibly short. It barely even covers the bottom of her cheeks. When she stands straight, the skirt barely passes for acceptable, but when she bends over in the slightest, her cheeks would be exposed to anyone in the room. The fishnets were also a problem. She hadn't realized until she put them on that they were crotchless. Nicole was thankful she wore panties to the mall today.

The boots tied everything together. Not in a good way. When Nicole looked in the mirror she saw a streetwalker. Straight to the closet, she reminded herself.

As she walked out of the changing room, Huck was waiting for her. He looked up, and his eyes widened. For a moment, he stood there, staring at her, his eyes taking in every inch of her body.

"You look amazing," he said finally, grinning at her. "I knew that outfit would look great on you."

Nicole felt her cheeks flush. "I feel like a prostitute," she muttered, tugging at the hem of the skirt.

Huck laughed. "Well, that's sort of the point, isn't it?" he said. "Spin for me."

She tries to take a step, but the heel is higher than she's used to, and she starts to wobble.

Huck grabs her by the waist, steadying her. "You look like a slut." He whispers in her ear. His breath is hot and heavy, leaving her feeling dizzy. She feels his hand slowly sliding down her thigh, making her gasp. The clerk clears her throat, making them both jump. Huck grins, taking Nicole's hand, and leads her to the counter. "She'll wear it out."

The flicker of arousal Nicole felt moments ago is snuffed out by horror. This outfit was borderline too indecent to wear in a mall. "What? N-no, I can't wear this in the mall. And my other clothes..."

He grins again. He hands Nicole her phone wallet, which she handed him on the way in. "Pay the lady. I'll get your stuff." He grabs a bag from behind the counter without asking and heads to the back.

The clerk's face turns serious. She whispers. "Are you okay? Do you need me to call someone?"