Miniskirt and a skimpier top

You head again through the clothes section with purpose, finding a black miniskirt that will show off almost all of your legs, before searching for a suitable top. You finger your way through several tank and halter tops, wanting to find a black one to match the skirt, before finding one suitable. It's another tank top with spaghetti straps, but the main difference is your back is exposed except for one tie to hold it together, and the much deeper v neck which has a slit going down to the bottom of your breasts. It's a very thin scrap of fabric, but you know your size, and you grab the hanger for it.

"I need another nice clubbing outfit, too..." You know that you could afford all of this, but that you won't be buying all of it - your main goal is to expose more of your body to Oliver. You head to the dressing room, making sure Oliver stays at the mirror outside before you shut the stall's door.

As usual, you make the show of dropping the skirt on the floor where any onlookers could see it under the door, before returning it to the hangar - you won't be needing the plaid skirt after giving Oliver (and the passerby) his show, and you throw it over the door for Oliver to take away, and slide the shoes under as well - you won't need them anymore. You slip off the socks and shoes as well, sliding on the black miniskirt. It fits perfectly, and covers your ass nicely.

You unbutton your blouse and let it slip to the floor, before placing it aside - you might end up buying it - and slip on the top over your bra. You almost tie it on behind you, but you see a problem - the front of your bra is visible through the v slt in the top.

Shrugging, you slip the top off, and take off your bra, dropping it to the floor, and you decide to leave it there, before putting the top back on again. You feel the air against your exposed cleavage and back, but removing your bra had the desired effect - your underwear isn't visible, because you don't have it on.

You open the door again, idly kicking the bra further back into your stall and you strut out sexily, taking a pose for Oliver as you put your hand on your hips and tilt slightly.

"Do you like what you see?" You twirl as you come out of the changing area, which gets the other guys' attention, and they cross the floor to be able to see the mirror as you turn to it, gyrating to a beat nobody else can hear.

"I just need to see if the outfit will stay put when I dance..." As the high school boys look on, you sidle up to Oliver, who starts to back off uneasily.

"I could get in trouble for this..."

"You're just servicing a customer." you whisper into his ear. "I'll vouch for you." He starts to talk again, but when you 'accidentally' grind into his crotch, he stops, frozen in place. You, however, are not, and you move up against him, grabbing his hands and running them up and down your sides, and you shiver when his hands touch your bare skin, and there's a lot of it.

Eventually, he pulls his hands away, and you run your own hands teasingly up and down your chest as you look into the mirror, your eyes gazing into it with a doe-like innocence as you see the high school guys are captivated as well, and you whirl around quickly, your eyes gazing into his.

"I need you to keep staring into the mirror and tell me if my panties are showing when I do this..." You bend your knees, moving up quickly before kneeling at his feet, gazing up at him with an open mouth, right at the level of his crotch, and your hand rubs against it idly, your eyes open wide in a gesture of submission before you stand back up.

"Well...?" You know Oliver was looking at anything but the mirror when you did that, but luckily, your two voyeurs weren't.

"Yeah, they were showing." One of the guys says, and you wave at them.

"Thanks, boys!" You turn back to the mirror. "That's why I took my bra off, too...I didn't want it to show." Your fingers run idly down your cleavage as you talk. "It's less constricting, too."

Oliver only nods, and gulps, looking around nervously to see if anyone's caught him yet.

You turn back to him, and you see his eyes lustfully take you in, unabashedly looking down your body. You sidle up close to him, stealing a glance at his bulging groin area, and close your eyes as you whisper...