Not really, Nina takes care of it

Before Tre could reach them Nina’s expression hardened, she took her phone out and demonstratively moved to dial a number. The guy shrunk away and seconds later walked away with defeated expression.

“Who was that?” Tre asked looking at the departing figure after he reached Nina.
“Just my stalker, every celebrity gets to have one.” She joked. When Tre moved to follow the guy she stopped him. “Don’t bother, he’s not worth it. I already have a restraining order against him. That’s why he scurried away so fast.” Tre stopped but still looked at the departing figure with malice.

“If you’re sure.” He turned back to Nina who was looking him over appraisingly. “What?”

“You need new clothes.” She declared to her companion. “If you’re going to accompany me to the party for the new season we have to get you new outfit.” Tre looked down and begrudgingly had to agree that she had a point. In his defense, it wasn’t easy to find good clothes for an over two meter tall man where he was from.

So the next hours Tre spend being dragged by Nina from one shop to another where he had to try on shoes, ties, shirts, jackets and god knows what else. His beautiful friend was treating him as if he was her own giant black live Ken-doll. In the fifth store he had enough and refused to continue.

“Enough Nina! That is more clothes than I’ve owned my whole life.” He pointed at the growing pile of boxes, bags and packets in the back of the car. The pile didn’t include the clothes he was wearing now.

“We are not here for you, we are here for me.” She told him unperturbed by his outburst before pulling him after her. A confused Tre soon found himself in a lingerie store. The salesgirl obviously knew Nina because they were led to a more secluded part of the store. There much to the overwhelmed Tre’s surprise and delight Nina began trying on different lace braziers, that showed off her perky plump tits, translucent nighties that clearly showed every curve of her slender body, and shear panties that made sure you couldn’t take your eyes off the perfect globes of her ass.

Tre’s thirty five centimeter black monster was hard and throbbing in his new pants. His mouth was watering and he had to painfully grip the chair he was sitting in to keep from lunging at her. After almost an hour of this sweet ****, just when his little head was about to take over, Nina sexy voice came from the changing room.

“Tre, would you come in and help me with something.” With a growl he sprung, reaching the changing room with three strides.