The lingerie store

Waving goodbye to April, you wander the mall alone, glancing idly into the shops you pass. A fair number of the stores have big breasted cashiers and employees wearing nothing or very minimal uniforms, being fucked in more ways than you can count as they dutifully help customers with a smile.

After a minute or so of walking , one window captures your attention: it's full of bras, panties, and swimsuits, and the sign reads "Over Dee Outerwear." By your standards, this is a lingerie store; by everybody else's, it's just a normal clothing shop.

As you walk inside, you see that the large, dimly-lit store is empty except for you and the employees. There are five of them; a man about your age sits behind the register, while four busty, completely naked girls are scattered about the aisles, stocking and reorganizing racks of lingerie.

Upon your entrance, the nearest worker, a tall brunette, notices you and walks over to you with a smile. “Hi there, welcome to Over Dee! We’re having a two-for-one sale on micro-tops.” She gestures towards a nearby rack. “Let me know if you want me to try something on for you! Or if you just need to empty your balls, don't hesitate to fuck me or the other girls, okay?”

These overly courteous invitations will never get old.

Nodding to her, you look around, checking out the merchandise. Maybe you should get something sexy for April, considering how well she’s been treating you?