Lets get the girls something to wear.

“Uuh, cloths?!” Britney whispers sarcastically.

You groan inwardly, your older sister just isn’t learning. But if it’s clothes she wants then you are happy to help out. You look about and head for the girls clothing stores. You walk along a line of them basking in the hungry looks of the female shoppers until you find the store you are looking for.

You look in the window at the clothes and smile. This store is famous for it’s skimpy clothing, mothers hate it but teenage girls love it. You lead the girls inside and they almost pounce on the racks of clothing.

“Wait!” You tell them, “I’m picking your outfit Britney! Jessica why don’t you look at some clothes that will make me want to fuck you later on?”

Jessica nods eagerly and starts looking through a rack of short skirts and you turn and look at Britney critically wondering how best to dress her. You hear a voice behind you…

“Ummm, can we help you sir?”

You turn around and smile as you see the shop attendants. Typical of these kinds of stores they are barely legal slender girls, dressed in the skimpiest “latest” styles and with bodies to make these usually tasteless clothes look sexy. You know their type, usually they would view you with disdain but now they are blushing and trying not to stare at your long flaccid dick dangling like a hammer between your legs.

“Yes you can help us,” you answer smiling wickedly; you have decided to call them Plaything number one and Plaything number two.

Plaything number one has long glossy brown hair, falling perfectly down past her bronzed shoulders. She wears skin tight acid jeans cut so low that her thong is visible above the belt. Her small firm breasts are covered by a tight pink little singlet top that doesn’t even cover her smooth tanned stomach. Her soft lips are slightly parted and a look of mild confusion and desire covers her small pretty face.

Plaything number two has straightened and streaked blond hair, She wears a tiny pair of cutoff army pants that hug and barely cover her ass. Her breasts larger then her co-workers and with her age and figure, you’re guessing they’re fake. She barely covers them with a top which most women might call a bra made in army camo material. Your eyes move over her firm sun-soaked skin and decide these two can entertain you for now.

“The girls and I are going out tonight and they need some sexy outfits to show off what sluts they are” You tell them. They look shocked at what you just said but Britney just nods.

“Well I guess we can help you with that…” Plaything One says uncertainly

“I’m sure you can help us, with that and more…” you say smiling and putting an arm around each of their waists and leading them towards the changing rooms.