The next day

The next morning Leslie and Brandy awakened in the bed but Craig was already gone. He was up and gone early fishing trip with the guys. Craig had left a note for Leslie to take care of there guest by taking her shopping and to the tattoo and piercing shop.

He left instructions for Leslie to pick out lingerie, piercings and tattoos for Brandy and also get Brandy waxed. For her to use the same tattoo shop where she got her tattoos and piercings from Tammy the girl that works there.

The girls got up to a shower and got ready to leave. Brandy asked Leslie where are we going today Leslie tells it’s a surprise.

Leslie grabbed her keys with a mischievous smile as Brandy slid into the passenger seat of the car, still damp from their shared shower. The leather seats stuck slightly to their thighs as Leslie turned the ignition, the radio humming to life with a pop song. "First stop is just around the corner," Leslie purred, her nails tapping the steering wheel as they pulled out of the driveway. Sunlight glinted off the neon sign of Velvet Secrets Lingerie as they parked, the mannequins in the window adorned with lace and silk. Brandy’s breath hitched when Leslie leaned close to unbuckle her seatbelt, whispering, "Craig wants you in something very sexy."

Brandy bit her lip, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her sundress as Leslie guided her through the boutique’s glass doors. The air smelled like vanilla and expensive perfume, racks of satin and lace stretching toward the back of the store. "I—I don’t know about this," Brandy murmured, eyeing a mannequin draped in a sheer black thong and matching balconette bra. "I don’t own anything like that." Leslie’s laugh was low, teasing, as she plucked a crimson corset from a display. "Then it’s time to expand your wardrobe," she said, running a fingertip along the boning.

Leslie's fingers trailed over the lace-edged stockings, selecting a pair of sheer black ones with delicate seams running up the back. "Craig's going to lose his mind when he sees you in these," she murmured, holding them against Brandy's thigh to gauge the length. The garter belt she chose next was satin, with tiny silver clasps that would grip the stockings just right. Brandy shivered as Leslie draped it over her shoulder, the cool fabric brushing her collarbone.

"Now for the main event," Leslie said, her eyes gleaming as she turned toward a display of bras with plunging necklines.

Leslie’s fingers curled around Brandy’s wrist, pulling her toward the curtained dressing room at the back of the boutique. The heavy velvet drape brushed Brandy’s bare shoulder as Leslie guided her inside, the small space suddenly warm and intimate under the flickering gold-lit bulbs.

“Let’s see how this fits,” Leslie murmured, unzipping Brandy’s sundress with slow, deliberate tugs. The fabric pooled at Brandy’s feet, leaving her standing in nothing but her plain cotton panties—until Leslie unhooked those too, letting them slide down her thighs.

Leslie’s breath hitched as Brandy stepped into the crimson corset, her fingers trembling while Leslie tightened the satin laces inch by inch. The boning pressed into Brandy’s waist, sculpting her curves as Leslie secured the clasps of the garter belt just below. "Lift your leg, baby," Leslie whispered, kneeling to roll the sheer stocking up Brandy’s thigh, her nails grazing the soft skin as she fastened each silver clip with a click. The second stocking followed, Leslie’s tongue darting over her lips when Brandy’s breath stuttered at the brush of fingertips behind her knee.

Leslie stood abruptly, spinning Brandy toward the mirror.

Brandy gasped as she turned toward the mirror, her reflection shimmering under the boutique’s soft lighting. The crimson corset cinched her waist into an hourglass, pushing her perky breasts up until they threatened to spill over the lace-edged cups. The thong, barely more than a satin string, dug into the plush curves of her ass, framing every inch as Leslie adjusted the straps of the garter belt with possessive tugs. The black stockings gleamed against her thighs, the delicate back seams cutting a straight line toward where the clips bit into her skin.

Leslie’s fingers trailed along the next hanger, pulling free a bra of black lace so sheer the dusky peaks of Brandy’s nipples would be visible through it. “Try this,” she murmured, the pad of her thumb brushing Brandy’s hip as she handed it over. Brandy’s breath shuddered as she fastened the clasp behind her back, the lace tightening just shy of pain, the cups framing her breasts like a wicked promise.

Leslie’s fingers traced the edge of the lace bra one last time before she gathered the entire selection—the crimson corset, the sheer stockings, the garter belt with its silver clasps still cool against her palm—and draped them over her arm. The satin whispered against her skin as she turned toward the counter, her hips swaying just enough to make Brandy’s breath catch behind her.

The cashier, a woman with a sleek blonde ponytail and dark red nails, arched a brow as Leslie deposited the armful of lingerie onto the glass counter. “Someone’s treating themselves today,” she purred, her fingers brushing the corset’s laces as she began scanning each tag.

Leslie leaned against the counter with a smirk, her fingers toying with the price tag dangling from the garter belt. "Oh, we're not just treating ourselves," she purred, catching Brandy's flushed reflection in the mirror behind the cashier. "Our daddy said we've been very good this week." She winked at the blonde woman, whose lips curled as she folded the crimson corset into tissue paper.

Brandy fidgeted in her sundress, the lace of the new bra still prickling against her sensitive skin. Leslie’s hand slid possessively around her waist, pulling her closer as the cashier tapped the total into the register.

The cashier’s polished nails clicked against the counter as she leaned forward, her smirk deepening. "Oh, I see you two must have been very good this week," she drawled, tucking the last silk chemise into a black velvet bag. Leslie’s grip tightened around Brandy’s waist, her thumb tracing idle circles through the thin sundress fabric. "The best," Leslie murmured, her breath hot against Brandy’s ear as she accepted the heavy shopping bag.

Brandy’s pulse throbbed where Leslie’s fingers pressed into her hip, the lingerie’s lace edges already leaving faint pink marks under her clothes.

As they left the store Brandy asked Leslie where to now. Our second stop the salon, waxing.