You like most of it.

With how little you are wearing, you just can't help but not feel all that modest right now. “Let me try the skirt.” He hands you the kilt, you just drop your current ultra tiny skirt and pull it on. The style is essentially the same but this one covers quite a bit more. It sits rather low on your hips but is long enough that you can bend over and still have your ass covered. For the most part, a little flip here or there and you can flash whoever you want. Grabbing the little white shirt next you untie yours flashing him with your perfect little titties and pull the little shirt over your arms and snap the two snaps closed in front. Kicking off your filthy stockings you pull up the new clean armored pair, then step back into the heels buckling them tight. Quickly you find a mirror and decide that even though this little outfit shows a bit less skin it is way sexier than the last one, and it is armored. “Very nice.” You say while rubbing the surprisingly soft skirt, stroking your perky ass. “I'll take these for sure. Plus I should take the backup stockings and black shirt.” Next you pull on the little jacket, it covers a tiny bit more than the shirts, plus your arms but your torso is still mostly bare. “Not sure on that one.” You say pulling it off. Looking back at the men's styles you point at the leather jacket and say, “I will take that one though.”

“So looks like $6000 if that is all.”

“I guess so.” You say still eying the other small jacket.

“So do you ever wear pants?” He asks pointing at the leather pair.

“Well yes of course I do. Why?”

“Okay you are looking for armor, yet you don't even try the one that covers your entire legs, with the stockings under them you would even be pretty protected, plus a pair of the tennis shoes or combat boots and you would be good, plus the leather jacket and your entire body would be covered. It makes a lot of sense doesn't it. I mean you did pull up on a motorcycle right? Here at least try them on.”

“Fine.” You say and unbuckle the kilt, once again showing off your sexy little body. He holds open the pants so you can step into them and helps you pull on the skin tight leather. Turning you around as you pull them all the way up so he can zip them up, the silver metal zipper running up the crack of your ass. Picking you up he turns you around so you are facing the mirror. You can't help but gasp as you are so easily manhandled. “Oh, they do look pretty sexy.” They are so tight and sitting low on your hips they are more leggings than pants, but you aren't sure he would know or care the difference. “All right, you talked me into them. I'll take these also, and what the hell give me the little leather jacket and the black pair of reinforced sneakers. I'm not sure I am a combat boots kind of gal.”

“Nice choice, that brings your total to $10,750.”

“Bulk discount?” You ask batting your eyes at him.

He looks you over and says, “Sorry, no.”

“What about a fuck me discount?” You ask again pointing your sexy ass at him.

He seems to think this over for a couple of seconds before answering, “How about you give me $11,000 I take all of this girly shit out of my store, the white shoes as well, so ya full price for everything, walk you outside and stuff this all in the bags on your bike. Then I bend you over the bike and stuff your ass with my cock till you beg me to let you drink my cum. Then turn you around, stick my cock in your throat, and let you drink me. How about that?”