Hardsport

For whatever reason, you take an instant dislike to the girl in Alternative Sports. I mean, look at her, she's all about her chest. You can tell she spends hours on that hair and make-up. Odd that you felt that bitchy about her.

Without another thought, you bounced into Hardsport. The hottie clerk perks up as soon as he lays eyes on you. For some reason, your every movement seems to make you notice your erect nipples even more. He makes his way over to you.

"Hi, I'm Evan. What can I help you with?"

"I need a bikini, Evan. A tiny little bikini." Your abruptness shocked you a bit, but you never show it to him.

Evan gets a bit flustered though. "Tiny? Oh, right. Well we have several over this way." He's almost tripping over himself as he leads you toward the swimwear. You immediately head for a bright red string bikini. If tiny is what you wanted, you found it here. The strings make up nearly half of the suit.

"Changing room?" You say to your host.

"Oh, yeah, it's back here." Seems he hasn't quite recovered from the thought of you in that barely there bikini.

You gleefully strut back to the room. You know he's watching every step you take. That makes you work your hips all the more. Until you finally make your way into the dressing room. For some reason, you decide not to slide the latch into the locked position.