Deal with the perv once and for all

Figuring everything was under control, I went back to do some shopping myself. There was this classy, red triangle bikini situated at a glass display in the middle of the room that really caught my eye. It was actually my size which is rare, not to mention totally gorgeous. I could just imagine all the looks I'd get if I wore it. It would probably be really expensive, though, and with rent due in a couple of days... I looked longingly over at Levy, wanting to ask her about her opinion on the matter. No, I was not just hoping she'd lend me money!

My face scrunched up, however, when I saw that the creep groping my best friend's breasts had turned his now definitely red eyes towards me. He did seem pissed earlier at how I laughed at him. And with me being a beautiful young maiden and all... I just hope he doesn't do anything that'll **** me to report him.

Collecting my breath, I repeated the plan in my head. Just ignore him and he'll have to leave eventually. Don't give him the satisfaction of bringing you to his level.

Turning back with a huff, I re-focused on the swimsuit, finding it even more painstakingly perfect the second time. A lot of the other stuff in the store was... OK, but clearly directed towards another type of woman, if you get my drift. Especially with the sketchy guys that are apparently walking the streets now, I didn't want my clothing to give people the wrong impression.

This swimsuit was different. All the other displays featured faceless, white mannequins with slim bodies showing off their clothes in various poses. While I'm sure some girls can recognize themselves in that, I just don't.

In contrast, this display grabbed my attention because of how it felt more tailored towards my reality, not just the industry standard. Rather than focusing on a faceless, perfectly proportioned fantasy girl, the mannequin here was clearly modeled after members of Fairy Tail— The Fairy Tail emblem imprinted on its thigh was proof of that. It adorned the comically large tits of a cartoon character, made even more prominent by having its waist be the size of someone three times as small. Those were the body proportions of herself, and most of the other members of Fairy Tail, and finally someone made pastiche of that.

Instead of standing in some random pose, the doll had its head tilted to the side, a finger twirling one of its wig's blonde pigtails in a overtly ditsy manner. It looked like a complete bimbo, a style I rock every single day.

Not to mention the outfit itself. When I entered, I wasn't sure what type of style I wanted. Now, seeing this, it couldn't be more clear: slutty cow. Screw rent, I'm getting this baby, today!

I carefully disrobed the dummy and brought the outfit to the counter. Paying the cashier, I grew exited to show Levy.

That's when I heard a loud squeak echo throughout the store.

Quickly turning, I could barely believe my own eyes. That bastard hadn't left yet. What's more, he'd seriously had the guts to put a hand down Levy's panties, in public! And he was obviously having fun down there by the looks of things. Vile remarks and glances was one thing, but intruding on someone's privates? Disgusting!

I ran over as quickly as I could to give his crappy old face a slap, when Levy pulled her hand out before of me, blocking my path.

"I can handle this guy," she said with calm confidence as she turned around, the man rude enough to still not withdraw his hand from her undergarments. With no hesitation, she raised one hand up into the air, before swiftly entering his dirty, old pants. "What's that? I'm breaching your private space? Boohoo. Too bad, because big cocks like yours just makes book prudes like me go craaazy."

A sassy grin painted my lips as my inner feminist squealed. That pervert finally got a piece of his own medicine! Let's see how you like being harassed old man!

Levy clearly had the situation under control, so I decided to go try on my new outfit. She gave me the thumbs up (her non dominant hand, of course) as I walked out of the store and across the street to where the fitting room would be located.

Entering, I frowned at how poorly maintained the interiors were, I expected it to have a bench to sit on, or a mirror or something. They could at least have bothered to install some walls or curtains. The whole thing just looked like a big monument, highlighting me as I stood there in the center of a crowded street. Still, it was a shop for erotic swimwear, not a library, so I suppose I couldn’t really complain.

I began undressing. Pulling my top over my head caused my pink bra to be dragged up, then fall down, thus giving my tits a jiggle. A lot of people walking by was looking at me strangely, gasping and whispering in between themselves. They probably had to change as well, so I hurried out of my bra, skirt, and finally my panties, letting the cold breeze hit against my trimmed blond bush. At least they installed proper air conditioning.

Bending over to pick up my swimsuit, my ears perked at the sound of shouts and whistles closing in from the distance. The unmistakable rumble of engines and tires made it obvious that The Drapers—a local biker gang—was heading this way "Look what I found boys! Isn't that that Fairy Tail tart Luce showing off the goods?"

The Drapers are some real trouble makers, and although not nearly as malicious as say, a dark guild, I've taken several quest from Fairy Tail where stopping their fun from ruining the city was the main goal. Now it seemed they were up to no good again, because the noise they produced gradually got louder until it got eerily close to my dressing room. Of course, I could easily stop goons like them whenever I wanted; however, technically they hadn't done anything illegal yet, so I figured I should just focus on... Smack-ack-ck-k

I was stunned. Troy, the ringleader of the gang, had reached a hand out from his bike as he passed me, spanking my nude butt from my bent over position. The speed of his bike **** me down on all four to steady myself, as all the fat in my caboose got simultaneously scrambled.

I blinked. Did that son of a bitch really just... Clap clap clap clap clap.

I was interrupted, continually so, as each and every member passing me slapped my ass one by one, a red hand print visible between all the rippling skin after just the first two.

No way. How vulgar have the people of this city become! First that other creep, and now, ouch, this? Don't these idiots know changing rooms are, OWW, supposed to be private?

Standing there with my ass in the air, the bikers using it as a makeshift dartboard for their hands, I made sure those bastards wouldn't be leaving this day unharmed. I'd be beating those guys til Monday—as soon as all of them had passed me, of course.

The bikers had nearly driven people in the crowded area over with how fast they went, so it wasn't long for them to be cruising down the distance,"Bye, Luce, come party with us some other time, we'll keep you company" was the last thing I heard as my final slap was received, and they all drove off.

Standing up again at last, my buttocks had become redder than a tomato. While the stinging caused me to skip around on my toes, and both my hands were busy nursing my backside, I yelled after them "HEY, PUNKS! Mwy ceutsy witle Faiwy Wail wush got an ow ow. Cwan u pweaaaase cwome obwer an bwow the ow ow abway?" As loud as I could. They didn't even flinch, simply continuing down the road, laughing themselves silly. I cursed under my breath. Suppose some people just never learn, no matter how many times you teach them a lesson.

While the rude interruption had, at first, cleared the street of people, the commotion it caused assured that the crowd wanting to use the changing room grew even larger. There were especially many men there. Strange that so many of them wanted to use the changing room of a store selling female swimsuits, but hey, I don't judge.

All the more reason for me to hurry into my outfit. Quickly stepping into the black and white spotted thong bikini bottom, I made sure to straightened out the little cow tail that hung from the back. The top piece was cow themed as well, being a push up halter bikini that effectively showcased my humongous udders. The area around my areolas had been cut out, allowing me to fasten two cow bells on both my (because of the cold breeze) erect nipples. There was a tag hanging from the knot struggling to tie my two balloons together, saying: "Please milk me" It fit me to a T.

Smiling at the result, I left the changing room, allowing people to get their first look at my awing appearance. I felt flattered at how many people called after me, some even trying to follow me down to the store; however, I lost them, deciding not to flirt with boys at me and Levy's girls night out.

Speaking of Levy. She and the stranger were still at it; her legs currently shivering under the man's continued harassment of her pussy. However, her own hand had never left the perverts pants, eagerly stroking his sausage back and forth if looks were something to go by. Just as she began moaning uncontrollably, her knees buckling under the pressure of what must have been the girl's first orgasm in a very long time, the pervert let out a sigh of relief as the tent in his trousers slowly disappeared, "Urg, thanks, Tiny Hands. I'll give it a B for effort."

"OMG! Did he just cum!" Levy really hadn't shown this guy any mercy, but humiliating him might have been necessary if we wanted him to ever leave. Walking up to them, I pulled the hand of my still gasping friend out of the pervert's pants. It was all sticky and white, and I knew I could use that to our advantage.

"Someone is struggling to keep it in his pants. Do you always hand out free sperm or is this just a one time thing" I mocked, making sure to savor our victory by licking Levy's hand clean of all his spunk.

While I was busy proudly showing off my cum filled mouth to the man, Levy finally recovered, and was getting back up on her feet. "You finish this joker, OK? I'll go try on my new swimsuit."

"*Gulp* sure thing, Levy. Just leave it to me" I said after swallowing, thus forcing the creep to swallow his defeat.

It wouldn't be very difficult from here on out. He looked satisfied and in control, but on the inside he was definitely panicking right now. I can't even remember why he seemed so scary just a while ago. He looked lame, and he dressed like a hobo. I got the idea that showing off my own hot body with my brand new clothes would be a great way to prove my dominance over him.

Hopping back just a little, my jiggling tits ringing the cowbells at every movement, I started to pose seductively in front of him. Pinching my exposed nipples and bending over in my thong clad ass made it obvious that he was lusting for me. It hurt as hell because of the incident earlier, but I even spanked my ass, taunting him with horny moans. I was about to start jilling off my slutty cow cunt right there, when Levy walked back in with her new red and white striped bikini.

She clearly didn't have much experience buying swimsuits, because she appeared to have accidentally bought a child seized one. It didn't really affect her chest all that much as, her boobs were so small that they filled the top part nicely; however, her bikini bottoms weren't all that lucky. They didn't even reach over her hips, and if she tried pulling them further up it would probably just dig deeper into her ass, giving her a bigger wedgie then it already was. It would be easier to try hiding your ass behind a post-it note, the tiny triangle only accentuating her cute ass. Of course, that's not even mentioning the front half. It was so petite that her trimmed bush could be seen protruding on both sides. If she ever spread her legs just a little, I guarantee you one would be able to see her nether lips peeking out. I wanted to say something, but decided it would be best not to because.... because.

"Sorry I took so long, there were a lot of people waiting to use the changing room. Where did the perv go?" Levy asked. Turning around I discovered that he had indeed disappeared.

"Don't worry, I took care off him while you were gone," I said with pride.

"Finally. I thought I might have to teach him a lesson all over again. By the way, that new swimsuit of yours is a little bit.... eeeeh, it's fine You know i'm a bit hungry, wanna grab a bite?"

Why would she have that reaction? Especially when she was the one dressed like a cheap slut. However, I did feel hungry, so I decided to just let it go. "Sure thing, girl."

And with that we both left the store in our new swimsuits. As we walked down to a nearby restaurant I could swear I felt a hand firmly planted on my butt. Looking around, however, I confirmed that the pervert definitely wasn't there, and so I just ignored it and kept chatting with my girl.