Sarah's shopping trip: Part 3 (Sarah's POV)

After finishing lunch, I'm ready to go home. I need to lie down in bed, alone with my thoughts for a while. "That was all the stores we talked about. Ready to head home?" I look over at the man who took me on this trip. I don't even know what to feel when I look at him anymore. My anger is still there, sure, but not as strong as it used to be. Appreciation: for the clothes and for the lessons he is giving me. Disgust for all the things he has made me do. I feel those and many more when I look at his wrinkle lined face.

"We have one more store, actually," he replies.

"Do we?" I ask in confusion, thinking back. We went to every store that we discussed, unless I'm missing one.

"It's a surprise," he tells me, starting the car and driving off. It's a seedier part of town, which makes me a little nervous. We pull into the mostly empty parking lot of a plain, concrete building. There is a sign, but it's so aged and covered in graffiti, making it unreadable.

When we step out, I ask, "Are you sure this place is open? It looks abandonded." I stick close to him. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to.

"I'm sure," he says, opening the door for me. The inside is totally different than the outside. A riot of colors and lights, racks of colorful outfits, and other merchandise. When I take a closer look, all the oufits are skimpy, lingerie and costumes that I can't imagine a woman would wear out in public.

"What can of store is this?" I whisper to Mr. Robinson.

"It's the kind of store women come to to buy things to please their men," he says matter of factly. That makes sense, but as I look around the store, all the customers I can see are men. Creepy, pervy looking men, who keep looking over at me with weird looks in their eyes. Mr. Robinson is picking out outfits, not bothering to ask me for my opinion, which is fine since I wouldn't want to wear any of this stuff either way. After gathering up a ton of clothes, Mr. Robinson says, "Let's go try these on."

"All of these?" I ask. "There are so many outfits, there is no way you can afford all of those!"

"Hmmm. Good point. Let me go talk to the owner." He leaves me to stand there awkwardly as he has a conversation with the man behind the counter. They both keep looking over at me as they talk, and I try to cover myself up with my arms and make myself small. Mr. Robinson finally return, and I could never imagined how relieved I was to have him close. "Good news! He has to do some... maintenance... on the dressing rooms right now, but he feels so bad about the delay that he is willing to give us a massive discount." Sure enough, I spot him coming from the back with a bag, and going into one of the dressing rooms.

"That's nice of him," I remark. It takes him about half an hour, which feels a lot longer to me, before he is finally done. "Let's go," I urge Mr. Robinson, ready to get away from all the prying eyes, even temporarily. Once inside the dressing room, I notice a number of odd, blinking red lights around the room. "Ummm, what are those?" I ask.

"Oh probably smoke detectors or something. I wouldn't worry about them. Let's see how you look in this," he tosses me a white, lacy lingerie set. I begin to strip down, oddly self-conscious, even though he has seen me topless countless times. As my clothes come off, it feels like eyes are watching all around me. With all my clothes off, I rapidly put on the lingerie. It's so revealing, I still almost feel naked.

"So?" I ask.

"Give me a spin," he orders. I slowly spin around, letting him see my body from every angle. "Superb. I'm buying that one for sure." His compliments still have the same effect on me, maybe even more so now. "Let's move on to the next one..." In order to save time, I stay naked between outfits, even when he takes a few minutes to decide which one is next. It's an endless parade of lingerie, underwear, and costumes. At first, it's so embarassing posing and showing off for him, but eventually I start getting into it. It's like trying on regular clothes with the exhilarating twist. I particularly like the costumes: schoolgirl, cheerleader, nurse, etc. For whatever reason, they make me feel so fun and sexy.

As I'm trying on a cheerleader uniform that doesn't quite fit, the top is too small to cover my boobs, Mr. Robin says, "I think it's time to thank me one last time." I look at the pile of clothes. This was the last one that I haven't tried on yet. I was kind of hoping he would forget and we would leave without me having to suck him off again. For some reason, I really don't want to do that here. He taps on the wall, which doesn't make any noise. "The walls here are a different material than at the mall, so don't worry about making too much noise."

Might as well get this over with. I sigh and get on my knees. Absurdly enough, wearing this top feels more revealing than being topless. I pull out his cock, but he stops me before I can do anything. "What is it?" I ask.

"Let me just..." he moves me slightly, lining up my profile with one of the red lights. "Perfect! Now, go ahead, get back to work." That was odd. Then again, so is all of this. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and work the tip with my tongue. After a little while, I start sucking, going down as far as I'm comfortable going. Apparently, I spend too long doing that, because I feel his hand on the back of my hand, the clear message being that it's time for me to gag. Twenty minutes of ****, gagging, coughing, and swallowing later, and it's done.

I change back into my normal clothes and we gather the bags of clothes, making our way to the front counter. Mr. Robinson puts all of them on the counter, along with a wad of cash. "Will this cover it?"

The clerk carefully counts it out. "That should just about do it. Thank for shopping with us today. We hope to see you back soon." He turns to me and winks. "Thanks for the show." Show? What does that mean? Just me walking around the store? I can't wait to get out of here.

I try not to run to the car. Once the car is moving, I let out a sigh of relief. "Did you have a good time?" Mr. Robinson asks me.

"I did, actually," surprisingly, even with all the weird and confusing things that happened, I had fun. A lot of fun. When we get home, he helps with all the bags of clothing. I look at all the clothes with a pang of guilt. I shouldn't have let him spend so much on me.

Mr. Robinson looks at his watch. "Wow, it got late. You better get changed now if you want to make it to dinner on time."

"Going to change now. Thanks again for all of this. It means a lot." I go to my room and get changed, brush my teeth, and prepare to meet Liam. I suddenly realize I never got a chance to wash the dress after 'thanking' Mr. Robinson in it. The clang of the door unlocking means that it's too late to worry about.