panty trade

"How about this, 'Butch'?" you ask, digging first in your handbag, then in your friend Cathy's purse. You show the guy both your pairs of discarded panties, your white lace briefs, as well as Cathy's simple black thong. "We give you our panties and we accompany you on a shopping spree for an hour."

The former nerd looked at the panties waving before him, like a hypnotist's watch swaying back and forth. They were what he always lusted after in school,the girls' skirts higher than regulation, always tantalizing him with a peek of silk or cotton or lace, but never having a chance at the prize nestled inside them.

"Uh, okay," he agrees, grabbing at the scanties.

"Not until we have your credit card in hand," Cathy directs.

Butch fumbles in his back pants' pocket, getting out his wallet and handing Cathy the card.

"Very good," you compliment at his obedience. "Kelly would've given you her panties,too, but she forgot to wear them again," you laugh.

Kelly looks at her feet, embarrassed.