If it's going to work at all, Jamie is gonna have to... prepare herself first.

"B-Bathing suits?!" Jamie felt her stomach drop, her face probably as white as the frills on her current dress. "But I'm-- I can't... How should I..."

"Hey, relax, sweetie," Monica said jovially from where she was leaning against the counter next to the sales girl, whose face was still red as a tomato. "You're doing great, chat really loves you."

"Th-that's not what I'm worried about," the futa replied, her cock giving an almost lazy throb under her dress. "It's just... I..."

Unable to bring herself to say it out loud, Jamie pressed down on her dress over her crotch so her throbbing bulge became more apparent through the petticoat. A lot more apparent; the sales girl couldn't keep from gasping, the obvious awe in her voice making Jamie's cock strain, a huge dollop of pre oozing out of the tip. The small, wet stain appearing where her glans pressed into the fabric made the futa blush, her heart hammering in her throat as she stared down at her crotch. Slowly, the darkened patch grew, the dress clinging to Jamie's engorged head as the four women seemed to collectively hold their breath.

Jamie didn't dare look up - despite having fucked two thirds of the women present, she felt incredibly embarassed, standing in the middle of the store presenting her hardness. But the shame the futa felt made her heart race and her cock throb and... and someone had stepped up to her, reaching out towards her crotch with a trembling hand. Jamie's eyes bulged as she realized that it was neither the muscular arm of Monica nor Addie's much more petite one - no, the arm hesitantly nearing her twitching rod was wrapped in a white sleeve ending in playful frills.

Mouth agape, Jamie raised her head to stare at the sales girl, but the wide-eyed maid wasn't looking back; her eyes were fixed on the softly bobbing bulge in Jamie's dress. The sales girl's fingers hovered inches from the leaking, pulsing shaft, just barely not brushing against the satin covering it. The sales girl's lips were parted slightly, hot breath washing over them in breathy gasps - but suddenly, she began pulling back her hand slowly, not daring to touch Jamie after all.

"D-don't you want to touch it?" The futa was mortified, but the horniness was too overpowering. She could barely think straight, and if she had to ask a virtual stranger to jack her off, so be it. Jamie had met Addie and Monica all of three or four hours ago, after all. "I... god, it throbs so much, I can barely stand... I need to-- oh gaawwd..."

"I really shouldn't... but I... can I see it?" The faux maid's voice was shaky with barely supressed lust, but her hand was pressed against her chest, just between her pert little tits. She continued almost inaudibly: "If it's like this through the dress..."

Jamie's heart lept into her throat, a spurt of pre shooting out of her lurching cock simultaneously, and the futa began gathering up her ankle-length dress to pull it up, only to be interrupted by Monica clearing her throat.

"Are you sure you want to do that here, sweetie?" The older woman pointed to the side, and Jamie blanched when she turned her head in the direction Monica was indicating - the front of the store. With its floorlength display window. A few shoppers went past, one throwing a glance inside, letting her eyes wander briefly over the dresses on display. "Best take this into the back. Don't worry about the clients, we'll take care of them if any come in while you're... otherwise engaged."

"O-Oh!" It seemed the sales girl had completeley forgot her surroundings as well. "B-but... I'm really not allowed to--"

"Maybe, but believe me, uh... what's your name again?" Addie had the good grace to blush as she realized they'd never learned the sales girl's name. Or asked for it.

"Genevieve, but everyone calls me Jenny. What do you mean, what should I believe?"

"That you'll probably spend the rest of your life wondering if maybe you should have. That is, if you don't."

Jenny turned around halfway, her hand tugging at the frills on the front of her dress. She chewed on her lip lightly, eyes fixed on Jamie's crotch, the wet stain still spreading. It was almost palm-sized now. A particularly big glob of pre forcing its way through her member made Jamie buck her hips involuntarily, her swollen glans pressing into the soaked fabric, making the futa groan, and with a small whimper, Jenny lost the battle against herself.

"I... oh god, I can't..." Taking a half-step forward, she grazed the bulge in Jamie's dress with one hand, the futa's cock throbbing mightily in response. "Ah! Oh fuuuck... come with me. Now."

She didn't have to ask twice - as the pair disappeared into the backroom, Jamie could hear a good-natured chuckle from where Monica was leaning against the counter.