Might as well, you are here.

Palming three hundreds, and the keys to the bike, you head in. Your eyes are assaulted by every manner of pornography, movies, posters, toys, and dolls, but as you scan the room you spot the clothing section to the right. Your nose is similarly attacked by the odd mix of incense, weed, and something danker, like ball sweat. To your left a voice rings out, “You must be the new girl, I haven't seen you dance before. No offense but if you buy some new boobs you will get more tips.” With that the sweaty haired 40 something guy in the “I've worn this for a week” yellow t-shirt and black glasses makes himself known.

“I just need some clothes.” You say flashing him a little grin, and make your way across the store. You then find yourself surrounded by several racks of the sluttiest clothing you have ever laid your eyes on. Everything is tiny, has easy open flaps, pull free snaps, or loose ties so you can remove it with a yank. You also find shoes and boots, but not a single pair has under a 5” heel. “Well I guess I was planning to dress like a slut.” You add with a giggle, holding a dress up that covers you more than anything else, sadly it is basically transparent. It takes only a few minutes to find things in your size and as soon as you do, you really want to get out of there, the guy at the front desk keeps licking his lips, like he wants to eat you, and not just in the fun way.

Kinda wanting to get out of there quickly you start grabbing things you are pretty sure will fit. A lime green thong bikini, with tiny triangle cups that can push to the sides for easy tit access, makes you laugh but it will cover your assets all the same so you start there. The most concealing things they have are the short dresses, but with pants underneath they should look more like a long shirt, and grab a black one of those second, the fabric is a bit sheer but not entirely transparent. The only pants are ones with snaps up the sides so you can yank them off, but you have seen runners wear those as well, and they aren't see through, so you grab a dark blue pair that shimmers in the light a bit, but no so much as to seem really creepy. Last you grab the sturdiest, most ankle friendly pair of boots you can find. They scream “Hey I'm either a stripper or a hooker” True, but they might just keep you from breaking your ankle riding your new Harley. They are a pair of matte black knee high boots that zip up tight with 6” chunky heels and an ample platform under the toe. Taking everything up to the counter, you plop it all in front of the grinning idiot.

He looks it all over, “There's video rooms in the back if you want to try this stuff on first.”

“I'm ok thanks.” You fire back with a smile.

“Sure, sure, I suppose you know your body pretty well in your line of work. Heh heh. That will be $180 I knocked off the tax for ya, being a working girl n all. Now you know buying this much stuff you get two free gifts. The first is your pick of these four. He points at a case with a creepy looking clown head vibrator that is about 6” long, a larger thicker sorta clear purple dildo that the package proudly says is 8” long, a deck of playing cards with 52 sexy ladies, and a small box of peach flavored panties. The second gift is two free rentals, but unless you open an account you have to use the video booths in the back to watch them.” He gives you his nicest and perhaps creepiest grins ever and waits for you to choose.