The customers check out the merchandise.

The small group of customers walked through the department, surveying both the clothing that hung on the rack, and was displayed on the mannequins. Ms. Cooper was the very essence of a gracious host providing her after hours visitors with champagne rolled in on a hand cart, as well as a tray with expensive beluga caviar. The two single men stopped at the cart, picking up glasses filled with the bubbling amber liquid as Ms. Cooper smiled seductively at them and flirted shamelessly.

Meanwhile, a distinguished man going gray at the temples, and dressed in an expensive dark double breasted suit led his leashed companion over to where Tanya was restrained and blindfolded. The two laughed, the younger woman a pale blonde, dressed in a tight fitting black corset with a frilly black thong, matching black thigh high stockings and knee high spike heeled boots. Her hair was long, worn down, it shimmered in the light. As Lynn watched the man picked up the paddle Ms. Cooper had previously used to beat Tanya’s ass, and handed it to his leashed pet.

Her bright red lips pealed back in a smile as she took the paddle, and struck Tanya’s ass several times. The blindfolded girl squirmed. “Mmmmmmpffff!” she cried out, heard despite the gag ball bound in her mouth. The blond laughed loudly, and setting the paddle down grabbed Tanya’s breasts in both of her hands, and squeezed them hard, before releasing them, and giving each a slap. Tanya’s cries and squirming drew the attention of the other couple, another older man with a younger female, dog collar around her neck, attached to a leash held firmly in the older man’s hand. In this case, the girl was a brunette with her hair cut short, and heavy eye make up. As Lynn watched, she leaned over and flicked her pink tongue over one of Tanya’s nipples. There was a glint of flashing chrome, and Lynn saw that the brunette’s tongue was pierced, and a bright metallic ball rested upon it.

Lynn had lost track of the other couple, and the tall, bitchy looking dominatrix. Several steps away from her, Shaun crawled about on all fours, wagging her ass, and shaking her “tail” she weaved away from Lynn between the racks of lingerie, and over to the last couple who had emerged from behind a display that had blocked Lynn’s view. In this case, the man appeared to be in his early thirties, he was Asian, his face passive as he watched Shaun approach them. His redheaded companion bent to touch the blonde pony girl, but was yanked back upright as her master pulled hard on the leash. The redhead winced, but didn’t cry or protest, instead smiling at her master, and then down at Shaun.

She was dressed in a sheer red nylon bodysuit that left her body exposed to all beneath the translucent material. Her nipples were hard and erect, and Lynn noticed that around her waist she was wearing a matching skirt made of the same red nylon. As she had been pulled back upright the brief skirt had been tossed in the air, and revealed the opening in the body suit just above the redheaded subs pussy.

Suddenly Lynn felt a gloved hand on her naked shoulder. “Ah, a maid. How quaint.” a voice said from behind her. There was a hard shove on the ass plug, and Lynn nearly fell over, the pain and pleasure so overpowering. As she fought to maintain her balance the gloved hand spun her around, and she found herself face to face with the tall older women she seen earlier.

“Aren’t you a cute little thing?” the statuesque women said as she appraised Lynn.