Stickers

She is hold a few rolls of duct tape width stickers with bold capital letters in black or red.

'FOR SALE' 'VERY CHEAP' 'HELP YOURSELVES' 'ONE PAIR OFFERED'

"Remove your shirt! You won’t need it." She orders. As I comply to afraid to piss her and my mom off she grab it and tear it in half.

"Those are new removable stickers we use in the shop they stick tu anything but we can re-use them, see how generous I am these are new." She tells me as I try to cover myself.

"Josh , Diana grab her hands I need room to work, she'll look fantastic using multiple layers of the sticky paper she covers my ass, pussy and some ( not enough, if you ask me) of my boobs.

From the back I am totally bare except from some covering of my ass cheeks going into my crack rather than over it and leaving my butthole exposed ( in case I need to go potty as Jessica points out). On it you can read. 'ONE PAIR OFFERED' and under it 'HELP YOURSELVES'.

The stickers on my front cover some of my breast with the same message and she managed to pinch my erect nipples between two stickers before covering them.

Over my pussy she cover my lips with stickers inside my tighs keeping them open an left a thin slit giving access to my pussy.( once again for bathroom purpose). She repeated the trick use on my nipples with my clit but this time not even covering the barely noticeable bit of red flesh pinched between two bright red stickers. My pussy reads 'FOR SALE' and 'VERY CHEAP'.

I look ridiculous , the pressure on my three delicate buttons and the cold air on my asshole left exposed between my ass cheeks ( stuck open by an astute combination of stickers) is driving me mad with horniness.

I look like a crazy protester or the midel of one of those insane fashion designer that make the news or a cheap stripper.

I can’t imagine going out like that, and worse is the certitude that a few words from Jessica will make my mom accept this 'outfit' as the lastest trend.( hell she might even beg Jessica to make her one.)

A touch of slutty make up and tying my hair in two ridiculous pigtails achieve the outfit.

I now better than to beg Jessica ( she wouldn't care) or my mom ( threatened to give most of my clothes if I ask anymore) for more clothes.

I grab what is left of courage by two hand and get out, stumbling in these strange shoes. ( each step opening my ass even more and the need of my hands to keep balance preventing me to cover)