No, panties from her and shoes from him

Mitsy continues to watch this lady’s brazen display, and she couldn’t help but feel her own arousal grow as she thought of commanding this lady around, convincing her of all the latest fashion to buy & wear around, sending her to a club dressed like a rave chick, or be very daring & go to her executive meeting looking like an ‘influencer’ trying to get OF subs. As this woman continued to move side to side, Mitsy was suddenly very aware of two important things: that skirt definitely revealed she was running commando, and she was so freaky she’s running around with a jeweled plug in her ass. Mitsy was sure she was easily going to able to talk her into a full wardrobe.

Vyki interrupted he thoughts and asked, “what does this logo mean?”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Mitsy asked trying to get her head back on the game.

“The logo on the shirt; what does it say?” Vyki asked about the fairly random, nearly letter looking characters.

“Oh, that!” Mitsy explained, “that is really just avant-garde work the designer came up with. He claims he’s an artist and it’s some commentary on the commercialization of the industry and society as a whole.” Misty then commented, “I think it’s because he doesn’t want to hire a proper graphics designer, because selling shit here is all about commercialization.”

Both ladies giggled at the remark. As Vyki bent over and spin around though, she twisted and turned enough that as her skirt flew up, she finally caught her own backside in the mirror. Seeing the jewel sparkle in the light, she quickly dropped her feet flat and reached behind to hold her skirt flat against her butt as she turned to look with pure panic at the sales lady who had been standing behind her this whole time.

Looking up at the girl, Mitsy could see the unease and turmoil in her face; afraid she was about to lose her, Mitsy quickly moved to comfort her. “It looks great doesn’t it! Come with me,” Mitsy says reaching up and gently wrapping her arm around the lady’s corseted waist as she guided her back to the dressing room.

Unlocking & opening the door, she ushers the now timid girl into the little space following in behind her. “God, you look amazing in that outfit!” Mitsy says trying to play her up and disarm her.

“It is way too short,” Vyki counters with a tone that was much whinier than she expected.

“It is very abbreviated, but it is very trendy! It is such a popular look these days, and you will have all the guys after you,” the sales associate assured her.

“Because I’m not wearing panties, and they can see everything!” Vyki countered timorously.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Mitsy assured her while rubbing her shoulders, “your boyfriend went to get you some shoes and will get some panties as well.”

“Do y’all not sell anything like that here?” Vyki said, turning to look at the sales associate in desperation.

Mitsy giggled a bit at the idea of having to sell lingerie too, “no, no sweety. We just do the outer layer; not the under.”

Vyki then whimpered and rambled, “but Sir only said he was getting me shoes. He’ll bring those, and if I’m still in this, I’ll have to leave like this and pray I don’t get arrested before we can make it to the car!”

“You really don’t think he would get you something?” Mitsy asked a little surprised.

Vyki shrugged, “I doubt it. He’s been pretty up front with what he’s doing all day, I’d be surprised if he surprised me with this time.”

Mitsy had a most devilish thought then, but it made her hotter than she could remember, and she just knew she could get this freak to go through with it. “K, what if I had another option for you?”

“What’s that?” Vyki asked desperately.

“Just a sec,” said Mitsy. She was surprising herself that she was about to do this, but it wouldn’t be the first time she’d gone commando. Standing behind the client from comforting her, Mitsy reached up under her own skirt and grabbing the sides of her pink thong, she slid them down before she reconsidered this.

Looking at her panties, she was shocked at how wet they were. She knew she was getting turned on by this, but she didn’t realize it was this much. However, she was sure this kinky lady wouldn’t mind skanking it up a bit. However, she did turn and spray it down with the perfume to hopefully mask her own musk. Finally walking around in front of her, she held out the panties. “You can have mine,” Mitsy said trying to sound as gracious as possible.

Vyki looked at the offered strip of cloth and questioned her sanity. However, hearing the curtains rustle outside and the “hey, babe! I got the perfect pair of shoes for you!” Vyki snatched the panties away and quickly stepped into them before Sir had a chance to walk in and deny them.

Mitsy was almost shocked the lady was that eager to take them but was even more surprised to see her not caring how cold they must be against her mound. She had a hard enough time putting her own panties back on when they’re damp and cold; she can’t imagine doing it with someone else’s. She was sure this lady wasn’t just living the life of a survivor but was trying to get out all her wildest fantasies.

Vyki barely had time to fix her skirt as she looked up at the sales associates surprised look before the door burst open and Sir walked in carrying a large pink box.

“Wow! That is better than I hoped for,” Colin said looking at the truly slutty look the outfit he picked out gave Vyki. It took a bit more of a tip, but to get the sales lady involved it was well worth it even with the price tags those came with.

“She looks amazing, doesn’t she?” Mitsy said quickly recovering and falling back into sales mode.

“Well, she looks good now, but these are going to complete this look, and she will be absolutely stunning!” Colin announced as he set the box down and opened it up.

Mitsy recognized the brand immediately from the store that liked to bill itself as ‘alternative’ but was largely just cheap or novelty type items. However, as she looked at what was revealed under the tissue paper, she would have only pictured women of two professions wearing them.

Vyki looked in and was not surprised they would be Sir’s pick. They reminded her of the **** platforms she wore during training. They weren’t her favorites, and she would dread wearing them, but she knew they matched this outfit.

Colin undid the buckles and then held one out to Vyki’s foot, “here. Step into this one.”

Vyki raised her foot up and slid it in as instructed while Sir buckled them to her.

“Perfect!” Colin said at the way they fit and then looked up to see her reaction. He was surprised to see her rather nonchalant look as she held her hair out of her face and turned her foot side to side while looking at it. However, he was even more surprised to see panties as he missed they were part of the skirt. But, seeing how wet she had gotten them, he knew he could easily keep pushing her. He then reached down and grabbed the other shoe. “Now this one,” Colin instructed as he finished opening the straps.

Vyki stepped up onto her elevated foot, shifting her weight onto it so she could lift her other foot. She was struggling to stand on just the one foot in the platform sandal and kept dropping back to her tip toe on her other foot. Mitsy noticed her struggle but was amazed at her lack of fear of the **** shoe, so held onto her closest hand to help her balance. With the added stability, Vyki was finally able to slide or other foot into its shoe.

Colin buckled in her other foot and then stood up to see the full affect. Standing up, he grinned widely as he realized her breasts were essentially at eye level, or at least mouth level. Looking up at her, he reached into his pocket and activated the device to illicit the answer he wanted to be perceived. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

<BUZZZ> Vyki could feel the vibration and knew Sir wanted an honest response and said, “Yes, Sir,” with a moan as she felt weak in the knees but the vibrations mercifully stopped before she fell completely. However, she was pleasantly surprised to feel Sir grasp her arm to stay her as he said, “good. Let’s go show you what we all get to see.” She then let herself be guided out, bowing at the door as she felt the need to duck under the door frame from her elevated height.