"I want to wear it first"

"Um...." you're not sure how to respond to that. Usually you're not allowed to let customers try on the clothes before they purchase them especially anything intimate. Of course, nothing about this situation is usual. You try not to spend too much time thinking about it. After all, worst case scenario, Zooey decides she doesn't like the stuff, at which point you throw some of your own money in the register since it has to be purchased once worn. That's certainly worth whatever comes next. "Okay" You say with certainty. You don't want to demonstrate any uncertainty for fear that Zooey will shrug you off and just walk out. "You can try that on in the booth in the back."

And Zooey walks off. You take a deep breath. Strange day, you think, knowing without a doubt that you'll be jerking off to these details when you get home. Jerking off to whatever you imagine Zooey might be doing with this outfit when she next puts it on. Jerking off when you imagine what she might look like in it.

Turns out you don't have to imagine much. Zooey is back at the register within minutes, wrapped in the leather sorta-dress and the boots with heels. She's put her hair up into a bun. She definitely looks tough and dom, even if her demeanor still doesn't quite sell it. "How do I look?" She asks. "Dominant?"

You chuckle. A real dominant mistress probably wouldn't need input from someone else. But you're happy to oblige. You step out from behind the counter to giver he a good look over. Her body is simply amazing squeezed into that outfit. The black color juxtaposes quite nice with her pale flesh. The tight top gives her amazing cleavage. And as your eyes trail down her nice body, she spins and you notice that the dress is in fact very short. Very very short. Shorter than even you expected. In fact bottom half of her plump ass is visible, and as she completes her 360 turn, you realize what you're about to see.

You stare at her thick, black muff, almost entirely visible, peaking out from the bottom of her dress. You make no attempt to hide your gaze. You wouldn't even know how to hide it at this moment. Your mind is overwhelmed.

And Zooey knows it. "Well, does it make me look dominant or not?"

"I... um..." you can hardly get out the words. You'd never spent that much time wondering about Zooey Deschanel's bush before. Sure you'd fantasized about her a handful of times, but some details you just never focused on. Now you know all the details.

"Let me put it this way." Zooey's voice still projects perkiness and goofiness. But she's clearly in control. "Would you be likely to listen to me if I gave you an order like.... get on your knees and shove your tongue in me as deep as you can... would you be likely to..."

Zooey doesn't even have to finish her sentence before you're down on your knees. Turns out she's pretty good at taking control of a situation while remaining bubbly and cute.

All you know is you want to taste that hairy pussy more than anything you've wanted in a long time.

And you do. Zooey steps up to you and you reach over, spread her lips with your fingers and shove your tongue in. It's wonderful. You lick and lick and lick, your chin quickly getting covered with juices, your nose tickled by her curly bush.

You feel her hands on the back of your head, clawing into your hair, holding you in place, pushing you up against her more. You realize that she's not going to let you free until she's decided that you've licked her as deeply as possible. So that's what you do.

For a moment you think you may suffocate, or drown. What a blissful way to go, Zooey's twat wrapped around your tongue, her taste forever on your lips.

But finally she relents and you pull back, taking a deep breath, coming up for air. You stare up at her. She smiles down at you. "See, I can give orders and I don't even have to be mean about it. Want another?"

You're panting too heavily to talk. But you nod. You nod wildly.