Lingerie Store

I thought I could tough it out but it seems I overestimated myself. I walked out of the athletics store bags in one hand and Bridget in the other thinking I could walk straight to the next store just wearing my newly bought black jockstrap. We hadn't taken three steps out the door before we were noticed (or more specifically I was noticed). Individuals looked up from their phones to widen their gaze at me, couples on the sidewalk found me more interesting than each other, groups of young people hanging out on the street pointed and awed. I guess getting to the next store unseen was a long shot. My face reddened as I lowered my head, cursing my luck for it giving me such a busy day full of people. Bridget was unfazed by their stares. I wanted to hurry out of there but Bridget was the only one who knew the location of the store where my clothes are currently taking refuge so I had to subject to her pace.

I heard someone whistle at me as we passed them on the sidewalk and I quickly moved the bags in front of me for some cover. I'm not sure if this helped me; for people who saw me from the front they would think some naked guy was holding the hand of some hot blond while carrying her bags. From behind I could hear random strangers snickering at my backside. My jock only had a single strap that went downward from the middle of my elastic waistband to cover my crack but that basically meant my butt cheeks themselves were for all to see.

As we continued to walk towards our destination Bridget handed me my wallet about halfway there. I shook my head, "You hold on to it."

"Are you sure?" Bridget looked surprised.

I shrugged, "It's not like I have any pockets right now. Besides, we are heading to your store so you can use it to buy whatever you like."

"For real!?"

"Feel free to use as much money as you want. To me, money is just a tool to gain necessities and fund my research. I have some more income coming in and now that I have a girlfriend, I feel like spoiling you. So feel free to buy whatever you like and then some."

Bridget's face brightened. Good. She seemed to have forgotten her trauma back in the athletics store. To get that smile back on her face she can blow my whole wallet and I wouldn't even miss a dime. Bridget nuzzled up to me which attracted more staring from bystanders on the sidewalk. I pretended like I didn't see them and walked toward the store with my loving girl by my side. Once we finally arrived, it was my turn to stare, "Bridget...what is this place?"

"It's exactly what it looks like silly. It's a lingerie store."

Yes indeed it was. It was a sizable store painted in red that said, 'Luscious Lingerie' on the display window which housed several manikins adorned in some of the skimpiest laciest underwear I have ever seen. My blush deepened. "B-B-Bridget...you don't expect me to go in there with you right?"

"You can stay out here but it would appear your fan club is growing."

I looked around. As Bridget stated, more and more people were filling up the street and lots of them were breaking out the camera phones. Not very accommodating for my state of dress. I looked at the growing crowd of people, then back at the store. Honestly, I really couldn't tell which was the lesser of two evils.

Bridget waltzed right into the store leaving me holding the bags. The sounds of gasps and giggling coming from behind me is what spurred me into moving forward. If I was going to be embarrassed anyway, I might as well be with Bridget to lean on. Who knows, it was bound to be less crowded in the store than it was on the street, right? Bells went off as I pushed through the door, guaranteeing views from the clientele inside. All of them were female. Their reactions were just about the same as the people outside. Only this time, I was close enough to hear them whispering about me.

"Whoa, who's the man candy?"

"Oh my God! Is that some kind of pervert!?"

"He's got some nerve coming in here dressed like that!"

"I bet he gets off on stuff like this."

"He's probably going to flash us then stalk around to try and catch women in their underwear."

"Could be worse, at least he's got a hot bod."

"Ew, should I call the cops?"

"What a creep."

My face became a tomato at the sound of their snide comments. I could hardly blame their reaction. If I had seen a half-naked man walk into a women's undergarments store I would have assumed the same thing. As I was questioning whether it was a good idea to come inside, the store manager approached me with a smile, "Hello there, I take it you must be Avery?"

I was almost surprised at her recognition but then I put two and two together, "I take it you must be Scarlet's friend." She nodded. The woman was in her mid-forties with brown-graying hair and oval glasses. "Then...would you be so kind as to give me my clothes?"

She tapped her chin for a second, "First things first, let me take those off your hands." She took the bags I was carrying and handed them to a female assistant who gave me a once-over before she smiled and brought my things to the back. For a moment I was relieved to get the weight off me but then quickly realized I had no more cover. I was in the middle of a women's lingerie store in nothing but my black jockstrap. As the store manager's gaze fell to my crotch, I reflexively covered myself with my hands. She laughed, "Well, I guess this means your not the one Scarlet described."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Scarlet was very descriptive about the person on who those clothes belonged to. She said that the owner would come here slightly under-dressed but they wouldn't try to cover up by any means necessary. And I can't give someone else's clothes away unless I am absolutely sure that they are the owner. What kind of person would I be if I gave away someone else's belongings?"

Her tone indicated that she was as fully aware of the situation as I was. Scarlet, never missing a chance to embarrass me, gave this store keeper instructions to keep me exposed by holding my clothes hostage. As much as I wanted to argue the matter, I knew there would be no point. She held the advantage here so the most efficient way of getting what I want was just to play along. I parted my hands and crossed my arms across my chest to at least try and look defiant, "How long do I have stay like this until my clothes are returned?"

"That is entirely up to your little lady friend. Once she is done shopping here, I will tell you where your clothes are as soon as she rings up her purchase."

I nodded then looked around to find Bridget. I called out her name but there was no response. I was so caught up in speaking with the manager I didn't see where Bridget disappeared within the store. "Bridget?" Uneasily, I walked through the store trying to find Bridget while avoiding as many people as possible. As I passed a customer I tried to look away as they whispered and giggled. For the gazes I met head-on, I tried a cumbersome smile to diffuse any tension but just made things weirder. "Bridget!?" It felt like all eyes were on me (probably because they were), no man looks dignified walking around barely dressed searching through rows of women's undergarments. Honestly, I didn't know where to look. In every direction I turned my head, I looked like a deviant for looking at all the frilly unmentionables that lined the walls and displays. My face flushed again, "Bridget!?"