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A spark of an idea had been forming in my head over the course of the evening, and given that both women were already deeply invested I thought I had a chance to push them even further.

“Come along, let’s get your coats.” I ordered, striding out and back to the main area without looking back. I knew they would follow, and they did. Ria, still wobbly on her feet from the alcohol and the fucking, staggered after me while trying to pull her underwear back into place. It was soaked and pretty well ragged from all the times it had been pulled up, pulled down, pulled aside… It was probably a modestly priced set, Ria wouldn’t have gone in for anything expensive - she probably thought she wouldn’t have to wear them that often once we were married. She was right, but not for the reason she thought. This gave me another idea.

“Diana, go get our coats and bring them here. Ria, give your underwear to me.” I ordered. “Top and bottom.”

“What? Dan?”

I didn’t say any more, I didn’t need to. The order was clear and heard, all that was left was for it to be followed. I silently held out my hand. Ria grappled with this a second. As skimpy and trashed as they were, they still represented some kind of protection from leering eyes. But, she finally relented and slipped her lingerie off to hand it to me. It joined Diana’s panties in my pocket. When Diana returned, Ria slipped on the overcoat and tied it off at the waist.

“I feel like a flasher. A pervert.” Ria said.

“Well, I am and I own it. If you want to be with me, you’ll have to own it as well.”

Back on the club floor, the small crowd actually parted for us, like we were VIPs or something. I saw King Sleaze back at the bar animatedly telling the others about his conquest. They’d have all laughed him off if the old-timer at the end of the bar hadn’t backed him up.

I sent Diana to collect Mitch and Ria to hail a cab, while I went to close our tab. King Sleaze and the old-timer practically started a fistfight over the right to pay for our beers.

“Your money’s no good here, so long as you bring her witcha.” Sleaze winked, after winning the argument.

“Next time I need a pint and she needs a fuck, I’ll remember that.”

Once in the cab, I directed them to an old sex shop that I knew in the neighborhood of my favorite kink club. It kept overnight hours, so it would be perfect for my purposes. The cabbie looked in the rearview and raised his eyebrow in a silent question. I put my arms around Diana and Ria and nodded back at him.

“Lucky dog.” He said under his breath.

When we arrived, I got out to pay him and called over the girls.

“Give him a peek, would you?” I told them both. Ria flashed her coat open and Diana fliped up her skirt to flash her bare pussy. That cabbie drove off with a smile, a hardon, and the change he had forgotten to give me. But I wasn’t feeling miserly so I let the last one go.

Inside, the front of the shop was dominated by the sorts of cheap BDSM gear meant for bored housewives who just discovered 50 Shades. Towards the back was a small hallway. Behind a small velvet curtain, placed there specifically to avoid scaring said bored housewives away, was the real stuff. That which interested a discerning pervert like myself. Of course, that’s exactly where I led my motley crew. I couldn’t tell which of them was most intimidated by the selection of chains, floggers, paddles, restraints, cuffs, clamps, shockers, pincers, and teasers, and I only made up some of those words.

“Dan, how have you been?” Arnold, the owner of the shopm, approached and shook my hand. Arnold was a friend of mine from a while back and had introduced me around when I joined the scene, but we hadn’t spoken much since I had started seeing Ria. He was older than I was and generally liked to protectively take newcomers under his wing. “This her?” He said, gesturing to Ria.

Ria wanted to say something, but I preemptively shushed her.

“Yes, Ria is the reason I haven’t come by. But she is my fiancée now, and I’m putting her through a little test tonight. She wants to prove she can be my wife.”

“And how’s she gonna do that?”

“She gave me 12 hours. Of everything.”

Arnold nodded appreciatively. “So what can I offer, then?”

“I was going to ask that myself,” Diana interjected.

“I need some new clothes for the girls, we’re going to the Thorn Club tonight.” I said. “Diana’s clothes aren’t suited, and Ria’s… not got any.”

“Let me see what I’ve got to work with then,” Arnold asked. I turned to Ria and untied her coat, pulling it gently from her shoulders. The change in her demeanor was dramatic. For most of our relationship, she had walked with some hunch to her. A bit mousy and timid no matter the situation. But now she stood proudly in the shop, nude but for her heels, her back straight and chin high.

“And you,” I ordered Diana. Mitch’s eyes bulged out of his head as she started to obey. She slipped off her own coat, unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of the skirt, the last of her business apparel no longer necessary. I handed the coats and clothes to Mitch to let him hide his erection. Some how, despite being fully dressed he was the most embarrassed one in the room. But he’ll get over it.

“What’s your name, love?” Arnold leaned back on his counter, appraising Diana’s body with his eyes. I watched her reaction, and it was as I expected. Every woman has been eyefucked before, but Arnold has such a way of making it feel natural that I knew she wouldn’t blanche. The subs had told me that his eyes always conveyed a message of ‘You’re showing me because you want to show me, and I appreciate it.’

“Diana.” She squared her shoulders, trying to match Ria for pride. It was an admirable job.

“Lovely name for a lovely woman, you can go first. Step up here, please.” Arnold gestured to a three-way tailor’s mirror in the back, with a small pedestal in front of it. He collected a few pieces from the racks as he went. He had a trained eye for sizing a woman correctly just by observing their nude form, one he had taken many opportunities to practice.