Time to play dress-up (and have fun along the way)

You decide to take your little party somewhere you can customize their looks a bit. Glancing over them, you make a quick count; after you turned away a few, there are seven ladies left over. You ask Rachel, "If you were going to go somewhere to shop for the sluttiest outfit you could find, where would you go?"

She blushes, but stutters, "Uh. Sh- Shaded Veils, I guess?" And there's a general mutter of agreement from the rest of the girls.

You look over your shoulder at them. "Well then. Shaded Veils it is. Rachel, go ahead and lead the way!"

Rachel turns right at the next hall, and you all amble along behind her, in no particular hurry. You take the opportunity to look over your other recruits a little more thoroughly. There were two women in their late thirties or maybe tightly-kept early forties; a little mature, but one had an appealing sort of glamour to her, with her hair up in two loose buns showing off expensive earrings, and the other had the kind of tits that meant she was either extremely lucky or she'd had some nice work done, her blonde-dyed hair up in a ponytail.

There were another three twenty-somethings that had an obvious resemblance to each other; sisters, probably, or at least cousins. All three had a slight build, with cute short black haircuts in a similar enough style they must have done in it on purpose.

Next, a girl who has to be just out of high school, looking punky and athletic, with shoulder-length hair dyed a striking purple.

Finally, Rachel, who is probably the best-looking of all of them. Her body isn't bad, trim and soft with some halfway decent curves, and her black hair is in two neatly woven braids, but her face is just adorable, with cushioned pouty lips, soft cheeks, and high-arched eyebrows over her big black eyes that make her look constantly a little surprised. Then again, maybe that's just the situation you've put her in.

You consider what to do with them as you walk. Somehow, just meandering through the mall seems a little vanilla. You nod at the blonde. "Hey, Buns."

She stiffens a little, and starts to respond. "Amy, actua - "

You cut her off with an upraised hand. "Nope, definitely not gonna bother with this many names. You're Buns for the day; give me attitude about it and it gets worse, and I'll make sure it's all you can be called for more than just the day." You look around to the rest of the group. "Got that? Your name for the day is whatever I feel like calling you, or else."

They all nod, varying levels of meekness and frustration playing across their faces. Buns flushes angrily, but she nods too.

"Good choice," you say smugly. "Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted; Buns, until I tell you otherwise, do your best to show off your ass. Smack it, show it off, bend over, whatever, just try to get everyone to look. Don't slow down too much, though."

She grimaces, but immediately throws an extra swing into her step, then as you start to pass a sunglass kiosk, she grabs the counter and bends over, shaking her behind at a passing group of teenagers. You chuckle. "Nice."

You turn your attention to the blonde with the great rack. "Alright, Blondie, your turn. Same deal, but with your tits."

Blondie smirks, like she'd been expecting this. Her hands come up to cup her impressive assets, bouncing them up and down, and she swings her chest back and forth slowly in your direction. You take notice of that, she seems like she's a little used to this sort of thing. Cool, that could be fun.

Leaving Buns and Blondie to it, you consider the trio. You aren't sure yet what you wanted to do with them, but something themed would be fun, given their resemblance. "You know what, this is gonna bother me if I don't just ask; are you three actually related?"

All three giggle nervously. One of them speaks up first. "No, not really. People always think that, though, 'cause we kinda look alike and hang out all the time. It's kinda funny - that's why we did the haircuts the same!" The other two nod, smiling a little even though they're still clearly nervous to be coming with you.

You chuckle. "Cute. Alright...hm. Okay, tell you what, we'll show you off in a set - you on the right with the skirt, pull it up in the front, make sure your panties are visible. In the middle, you pull your leggings down to show off your ass, and you on the left, let's see your tits."

They all stutter a little in protest, but a raised eyebrow from you shuts them up and they do as you say. Soon you've got a little see-no-evil hear-no-evil speak-no-evil kind of thing going with the three of them showing off tits, pussy, and ass, and their blushing faces just make it that much cuter. You pretty much immediately start thinking of them as T, A, and P, and label them the Tap Girls. You tell them so, and they don't seem to be sure what to make of it. Fair enough, it was a little random, you have to admit, but it sort of stuck.

Then there's your punky purple-haired girl. You eye her for a second, then open your mouth, but to your surprise she cuts you off before you can say anything. "Fuck. You."

You blink at her, bringing the whole little group to a halt as you stop in your tracks. "Wow. Seriously?"

She just glares back, obviously trying to look defiant, but with that obvious deer-in-the-headlights look of someone who's desperately acting braver than they feel. "You're just gonna do whatever you want anyway. Figured I'd start the way I wanted to, prick."

Giving her a shake of the head, you can't help but smile a little. This was the first angry reaction you've gotten from any girl you were commanding; this chick must take her affected attitude real seriously. You almost respect it enough to let her get away with it. Almost. "Hokay, if that's how you wanna play it, works for me. Don't say I didn't warn you, though. First, while I think about what we're going to call you for the foreseeable future, shove two fingers in your mouth and suck on them like you're trying to give the world's sloppiest blowjob."

She growls at you as her hand comes up to her face, but her lips part and she starts licking and sucking like she was absolutely **** for it. You start walking again, and the group starts moving with you, purple-hair making lewd slurping noises all the while. She really is putting on an impressive show, and you watch her for a few moments as you go.

"Hm. Not really sure where to go with this," you muse out loud. "Hey Rachel, what's something demeaning I can call our friend here? I kinda wanna make it something about her foul little mouth, but I already did some sucking and licking themed things earlier."

Rachel turns over her shoulder, looking conflicted. "Uh. Does it have to be, like...bad?"

You nod. "Yeah, that's kinda the point. I warned everybody earlier, and empty threats aren't really my thing."

She nods back, still a bit upset about getting dragged into this. "I guess...Drooly?"

You glance over at your current victim, who is in fact starting to get saliva everywhere as she continued her little show. "That's not bad, actually. What do you think, Drooly, and be honest: Do you hate that name enough for it to be a good enough punishment for you being a smartass?"

She glares at you over her fingers and starts to respond, but hesitates. She speaks up around her mouthful, "Foh hah lahng?"

"For how long?" You reply, "Good question. Permanently, I guess."

She gives a wet growl, and looks like she doesn't want to respond, but shakes her head.

Your eyebrows raise. What the hell? "Okay, this one I have to hear. You can stop for long enough to explain that."

Her fingers pop out of her mouth, and she wipes her lips with the back of her other hand. "Phleh, fuck. I think I can tell my friends it was **** on me, maybe swing some sympathy from them for a while, then get them to call me by a nickname anyway." Immediately, her hand swings back up to her mouth and her tongue wraps around her fingers again.

You laugh. "Wow, I'm almost impressed you thought it would be that easy. Well, you're definitely wrong, but let's close that loophole anyway. And fuck, we'll add a little extra in there just because the sass pissed me off. Until you prove to me you're a good girl, your new full name is Drooly Dicklips. You'll legally change it, won't let anyone call you any other name, and you'll insist that it was entirely your idea because you wanted people to think of you as a dumb horny slut who's happier with a cock in her mouth. And yes, you'll give that full explanation whenever someone asks, and if they don't believe you you'll prove it by trying your best to suck the nearest willing cock."

Drooly looks as horrified as someone who's giving an enthusiastic blowjob to their hand can be, and you grin maliciously at her. "Oh, hey, don't be too worried," you tell her in an overly kind voice. "You can stick with me as long as you like to try and prove you're a good girl. I won't send you away permanently unless you ask."

That really doesn't seem to calm her down a whole lot, but you're done with her for the moment. "You can stop sucking, Drooly, but leave your fingers in there. Oh, and Rachel, thanks for the idea. Keep that up and we won't have to find a nickname for you."

She smiles wanly as she slows to a stop. She gestures to the shop you're standing in front of. "Thanks, I, uh, guess. This is the store..."

She trails off, shifting from foot to foot, clearly not wanting to lead the way inside. Fortunately enough, you're more than willing. "Come on, girls; let's get you all dressed up nice."