They went to Katie's store.

The hotel staff and guests stopped in their tracks to gawk at the statuesque redhead hanging off of Ryan's arm. The young archeologist felt like he was back in high school as the science nerd who scored a prom date with the head cheerleader -- he wanted to flaunt off to everyone that Marlissa was with him.

They drove into the small downtown core and had no trouble finding Katie's clothing store, Boutique D'Auberge. Ryan, raised as a gentleman by his British-born mother, opened the doors to the car and store for his wife and Marlissa glided in with the grace of a prima ballerina.

"Samantha!" Katie cried out in excitement, hugging Marlissa as soon as she entered the door.

"Hello, Katie," Marlissa replied with a light kiss on the blonde's cheek. "Thank you again for last night."

"No, thank you for allowing me to be fucked by your husband," she replied, flashing a knowing grin at Ryan.

"My pleasure," Ryan grinned.

Considering that she was a bit drunk and busy being fucked when she had first met the couple, Katie finally noticed the statuesque redhead's shapely figure. "Are you a model, Samantha?

"No, I'm just a housewife," Marlissa replied innocently.

"Oh my God, Sam, I'm surprised you aren't a model," the blonde noted. "I would be if I had your body, face, and skin!"

"Thank you," the redhead blushed. Ryan noticed that his wife's natural beauty surpassed that of supermodels with their make-up and digital airbrushing.

"If my boss was here she could probably help you out. She has connections with the New York fashion scene," Katie said, looking around the quiet store. "She called in sick this morning. I think she got piss drunk with boyfriend. Anyway, is there anything your looking for in particular?"

"Everything, I guess," Marlissa replied, looking down at her green summer dress and high heels, the only clothes she owned.

"Everything your husband's credit card can handle," Katie joked, winking at Ryan. Marlissa looked at him with big puppy dog eyes, silently begging him. Ryan nodded -- he may not have made much as a field research archeologist but he had a big trust fund from his late grandfather.

Katie took Marlissa by the hand to give her tour the store and Ryan followed the two women like an obedient dog. He carried dresses, skirts, blouses, and stockings Katie and Marlissa selected, bringing them to the change room. His servitude was rewarded with Marlissa modelling in skimpy outfits. He sat uncomfortably on the chair, not wanting to stand up lest revealing his strained erection to the women. "You definitely should be a model, honey," Ryan exclaimed excitedly, examining every perfect curve of Marlissa's body as she displayed a skintight little black dress.

Eventually the women were finished and Ryan winced when Katie rang up the total at the cash register. However, Marlissa's smile and kiss dismissed any second thoughts he had on returning her new wardrobe.

"You're welcome, honey," he sighed in resignation.

"Sam, do you mind if I thank your husband for the big commission?" Katie asked, glancing at the thousands of dollars of blouses, dresses, skirts, lingerie, and shoes in shopping bags.

Marlissa suspected what the blonde had in mind and nodded with a smirk.

Katie locked the front door and flipped over the sign from "Open" to "Close." She turned on her heels and grabbed Ryan's hand, taking him to the back room with Marlissa trailing behind.

"Where are we going?" Ryan asked as he was lead through racks of clothing.

"My boss' office," Katie purred.

"Is this okay?" he asked as they stepped into well decorated office with a desk, a couple of chairs, and a leather sofa.

"Don't worry Veronica brings her boyfriend back here all the time for quickies," the blonde giggled as she hiked up her skirt, revealing that she did not wear any panties, and bent over the desk. "She won't complain after seeing today's sales!"

Ryan looked at his wife and smiled at him. "Go ahead. I will thank you after this!"