She models & toys with the patrons

Nicole shocked most of the men in the store, including myself. She proudly walked out of the dressing room modeling the naughty nightie. The black leather boots lifted her at least six inches into the air, and made her legs seem twice as long as they already were. The black leather clung to her calves as it caressed her skin all the way up to her knees. The nighty glistened in the low light of the store. The lights flickered off the metallic sheer fabric. The grey see-through bra and panties, were covered by a short, sash-tied robe of the same material. With the two items layered, it made it teasingly difficult to see her tits in detail. However, her puckered nipples, sticking stiffly outward, left little to the imagination, as to Nicky's state of arousal. The robe came low enough to tantalizingly hide the sharp V in her crotch, yet exposed her luscious, rounded cheeks, separated only by the thin fabric tucked between them.

I stood in awe as she paraded in front of the mirror to examine herself. I remained in awe as Nicole paraded around the store, asking for each guy's opinion.

She confidently strode up to the first guy that avoided eye contact with her. He was a middle-aged, geeky kind of looking guy, with a badly receding hairline. He acted as if he didn't want to be caught in the store; yet Nicky was heading straight for him. She sidled up next to him, nonchalantly rubbing her breasts against his arm, and breathed heavily into his ear.

"What are you looking at? Oral Fantasies, volume four." It was loud enough that everyone in the store could hear, bringing a crimson red glow to the hapless man's face. Nicky continued the torment, especially when she sensed his apparent discomfort. She traced a finger across the box, outlining the cocks on display, and then inserted the finger into her mouth. She sucked on the digit as if it were a miniature dick. She cooed, "mmm," as she withdrew it slowly.

This was totally unlike Nicky; whether it was either the wine, or the kink, Nicole was flirting with fire. I opted to stay back and watch her enjoying herself as she played with the various men in the store. I headed to the magazines and absently picked one up, watching her above the pages of porn.

Nicole left the guy with the oral videos, and headed straight towards a young lad, who was equally shaken by her presence. Nicole sensed the power she had over her victims and it fed her bravado. The poor lad was staring at different boxes containing blow-up love dolls, trying to hide his growing bulge. Nicole giggled as she held up two boxes. She held the boxes next to herself and asked the dumbfounded boy, which one he liked better. The poor boy stuttered and stumbled, too embarrassed to answer Nicole's direct question. Of course, he wasn't sure if she meant either of the two boxes, or herself included.

I contemplated bringing an end to this game that Nicky was playing, by getting the clamps and leaving. But before I had a chance to put the magazine down, Nicky was heading towards a new prey. She crossed the room diagonally to a gentleman that had been ignoring her actions, yet was onto her game. He was of rather large stock, standing about six-foot-three, and weighing in at least two thirty. He had a bald head, and a thick black goatee, trimmed very nicely. He was quietly reading a book, and had his back to a wall lined with bondage items.

Nicky coyly ambled up next to him, until he acknowledged her presence. She began toying with him, much like she had with the other two. Nicky finally saw the book he was reading. Her eyes widened in shock and trepidation. The book the guy was holding had pictures of different girls bound, gagged, tied, and cuffed. In every photo, the girls were getting facials, ****-fed cocks, eating pussies, getting fucked (in the pussy and in the ass), and getting every hole stuffed (with everything imaginable). That didn't surprise Nicole, as much as the fact that each of the photos, featured the same guy towering over them, dressed in black leather, holding a whip, or a paddle, or some other instrument of ****. The guy in all the photos was the same guy holding the book! He made sure Nicole could see the photos clearly before he slammed the book shut. He calmly turned towards Nicole and looked her directly in her doe-like eyes. "Young lady," he began ...