Abbey buying more clothes.

As George went to work Abbey lounged, recovering from an exhausting day the day before. When she finally did rise, she dressed and went straight to Aram’s store.

“Ah, Baqarat, you could not stay away, I see,” the large Arab man greeted her as she entered. Other customers were browsing the store, but she walked up to Aram and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Aram, I have a party to entertain on Saturday, part of my way of generating some extra income to pay back my debt,” she said.

Aram smiled, “I am delighted to hear. I hope you are being paid well?”

Abbey blushed, “Well, I was hoping for something extravagant to wear for the party,” she told him.

Aram clucked his tongue, “You must be being paid very well, or you would be going more into debt,” Abbey looked sheepish. “Ahh, I understand. Let me find for you something perfect to wear, then we negotiate.”

Abbey shuddered at his words. She took a seat as Aram raced about finding clothes, and the other customers interrupted to ask their own questions. After several minutes Aram had a neat pile set up on a chair in the change room. “Here you are Baqarat. You try on some clothes, and the mirror is just there.”

Abbey peeled off her dress. She hadn’t bothered with underwear today before she looked at the top of the outfits. It had two little spiral silver rings with fabric attached to them. Abbey was confused about how to put it on. “Umm, Aram? Can you help at all?” she asked.

Aram made a theatrical sigh before coming over to the change room. He picked up the garment, and without even closing the curtain, he leant forwards and sucked on first one nipple, then the other. Abbey moaned as he roughly sucked on her tits, a woman and a man staring on as he did. Then he deftly slid the spiral rings onto her swollen nipples and gave the metal hoops a little twist. Abbey moaned again as they tightened, and then Aram stepped back. “Very sexy,” he said, “what do you think?” he turned to ask the other customers.

Behind them Abbey could see the mirror and noticed that in the light, the fabric was quite transparent. “Umm,” the young woman said, “I don’t know about the fabric, but those rings look interesting.”

“Really?” the man said quickly.

“Thirty-nine dollars for a pair plated in silver or gold. Four hundred for solid metals, though the price can be negotiated,” Aram said, pointing towards the corner of the store that Abbey assumed the rings were.

The woman pulled her partner off in that direction as Abbey stood like a deer in the headlights, “You just exposed me to them.”

Aram nodded, “I know, and you enjoyed it. Now, what do you think? Do you think this outfit would be good for the party?”

Abbey stepped out of the changing area to have a better look in the window, the silver hoops squeezed her nipples nicely, and the weight of the fabric pulled just a little. It was arousing and revealing. “I’ll take it to show George and see what he thinks.”

Aram clicked his tongue again. “You will be growing quite a debt,” he warned.

Abbey smiled. She knew she was going to be growing her debt. She spent the next hour looking at more outfits and trying things on. Then Aram closed for lunch, and she spent an hour pleasing him. By the time she went home, she had six more outfits and another sixteen hundred dollars of debt as well as a sore throat and a cunt dripping with cum.