To get her more slutty clothes

About an hour since they first entered, the women were finally done.

Vanessa stepped forward and looked at her handiwork. Brooke’s hair, which had been mundane earlier that morning, was now long and full with beautiful wavy curls that reached halfway down her back. Her body was completely hairless below the neck, the skin still somewhat pink and sensitive in all the freshly waxed areas, especially around her pussy and asshole. Her face was almost unrecognizable. Brooke rarely put on any makeup before, but now she had a full face on: long fake lashes, dark red lipstick that made her lips look fuller and sluttier, heavy eye shadow, and enough foundation and contouring to hide every small imperfection.

She looked like a completely different girl. Young, blonde and very obviously built for attention.

Vanessa picked up Brooke’s loose hoodie from the floor and threw it to her. Brooke caught it and quickly pulled it over her head. The oversized hoodie fell down to her mid-thighs, but it was the only piece of clothing she had on.

Brooke looked around for the rest of her things. “Mom, where are my jeans and underwear?”

Vanessa grabbed her daughter’s hand instead. “If you’re going to be a slut, you better get used to being looked at.”

She dragged Brooke toward the exit of the salon, still only wearing the hoodie and nothing underneath. As they passed the front counter, Vanessa reached into her purse and threw the rest of the cash she had onto the counter. The women behind it stared.

One of them called out after them. “Ma’am, what do we do with the rest of her clothes?”

Vanessa didn’t even slow down. “I don’t have time to deal with that. You can just throw them away.”

She kept pulling Brooke along by the hand as they moved toward the clothing section of the shopping complex. Brooke’s bare feet padded on the tiled floor and every step made the hoodie ride up slightly, threatening to show the bottom curve of her round ass and the smooth, hairless pussy between her legs. A couple of people in the hallway turned to stare, but Vanessa didn’t care. The task was what mattered.

Brooke stumbled into the high-end clothing store right behind her mother. Vanessa had seen ads for the place before, it was called Forever 19. All the cool college girls seemed to shop there. The inside was bright with racks of tight, flashy clothes everywhere.

Brooke was clutching at the bottom of her hoodie, pulling it down hard to avoid flashing or mooning anyone who might look her way. The hoodie barely covered her ass as it was, and every step made her worry that someone would see her privates.

Vanessa didn’t have time for Brooke’s chastity. She walked straight up to the stunned-looking store clerk, a young woman who couldn’t stop staring at the two of them.

“Get me the sluttiest dress you have in the store,” Vanessa said quickly. “We only have twenty five minutes left and we have to drive back too. We have to be quick.”

The clerk blinked a couple of times, then hurried off to one of the racks. She came back holding a black satin tube top dress. It looked short and tight, the kind of thing that barely covered anything important.

Vanessa smiled when she saw it. She knew the dress would do her chesty daughter justice. It would push Brooke’s perky tits together and give her a nice deep cleavage while showing off every curve of her body.

She took the dress from the clerk’s hands and told her, “Get some matching black platform heels too.”

The woman nodded and walked quickly to the back of the store.

Brooke started heading toward the changing room, still trying to keep the hoodie pulled down as far as it would go. Vanessa was losing patience. She grabbed Brooke by the arm and yanked the hoodie up and over her daughter’s head in one fast motion, tossing it aside onto a nearby rack. Brooke stood completely naked again in the middle of the store, her perky C-cup tits on full display, her smooth waxed pussy and round ass completely exposed.

Brooke tried to protest her mom’s insanity, her mouth opening, but the words wouldn’t come out properly. Whatever spell she was under kept her from making a real scene. Instead she just stood there for a second, cheeks burning, before she quickly grabbed the black satin tube top dress and pulled it on.

The dress was extremely tight. It clung to her body like a second skin, the shiny black material stretching across her tits and pushing them up into a deep, obscene cleavage. The hem barely reached the bottom of her ass cheeks. If she bent over even a little, her pussy and ass would be on full display. The dress made her look like a cheap whore, exactly what the man had asked for.

While Brooke was still adjusting the dress, trying to pull it down a bit, the clerk returned with a pair of black platform heels. Vanessa took them and handed them straight to her daughter.

“Put these on. Now.”

Brooke slipped her bare feet into the heels. They were tall and made her legs look even longer. She wobbled a little as she tried to balance in them.

Vanessa spotted a black choker near the checkout register. She grabbed it and threw it at Brooke.

“Put that on too.”

Brooke fastened the choker around her neck. It sat tight against her throat, making her look even more like a slut.

Vanessa looked down at her wristwatch. Only fourteen minutes left.

She reached into her purse to pay but couldn’t find any more cash. She pulled out her credit card instead and slammed it down on the counter.

“This should cover it all,” she said hastily.

The clerk ran the card without asking any questions. Vanessa didn’t even wait to take the card back. She grabbed Brooke’s arm again and yanked her toward the exit.

Brooke stumbled in the tall platform heels, her steps awkward and unsteady. The tight dress rode up with every movement, flashing the bottom of her ass to anyone who happened to be looking. A couple of people in the store nearby turned their heads, but Vanessa didn’t slow down or care.

They rushed out of Forever 19 and headed straight for the car in the parking lot. Vanessa kept pulling Brooke along by the arm, practically dragging her. The heels made it hard for Brooke to keep up and every hurried step made the short dress ride higher up her thighs.

When they reached the car, Vanessa shoved Brooke into the passenger seat and slammed the door. She got behind the wheel, started the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot as fast as she could. The clock was ticking. They had to be back at the mansion on time.