Turns out, temptation doesn’t need an invitation, it only needs a taste.

The bell above the boutique door chimed as Hannah pushed it open, stepping inside with the easy confidence of someone who had already decided they belonged. Alex followed hesitantly, clutching the strap of her borrowed bag, shoulders tight beneath the hoodie.

The boutique was small, dim, and rich with the smell of perfume and static. The lighting was soft and indirect, filtering through velvet curtains and hanging bulbs that glowed more than they illuminated. Racks of curated outfits stood in elegant rows, sorted by fabric and vibe more than gender.

Behind the counter, a woman looked up from her laptop. She was young, twenties maybe, dressed in a sharp black blouse and high-waisted trousers. A fine tattoo peeked from her collarbone. Her eyes caught Alex, narrowed slightly, then softened as they tracked her figure.

"Welcome," she said, standing. "First time here?"

"For her," Hannah said, nudging Alex forward. "I'm just her stylist."

The woman smirked faintly. "Lucky girl. I'm Mia. Let me know if anything calls to you."

Alex kept her eyes down, nodding. She felt the tension grow with each step further into the store. Hannah immediately began sifting through outfits, holding up satiny tops, cropped jackets, and skirts that made Alex wince at their exposure. "You need to own the look," Hannah insisted.

In the back, Alex's attention was stolen by a separate rack. Latex. Black, lavender, blood red. Bodysuits, gloves, masks. She stepped toward it slowly.

"That's the good stuff," Mia said, appearing at her side. "Not everyone can handle it."

"She can," Hannah replied for her.

Alex ran her hand down a sleek black piece. It whispered with texture. Something about it called to her not just the containment but the power. Her body responded to the idea of hiding the chaos, even as it craved being seen.

"Fitting rooms?" Alex asked.

"This way," Mia gestured almost eagerly.

Inside, the dressing room was dark wood and wide mirrors. Alex peeled off her borrowed layers, staring at her reflection as the latex stretched over her curves, pressing tight over her breasts, hips, and thighs. She zipped it up, each inch awakening another nerve. The suit sealed her in. But the moment the last clasp locked into place, her cock pulsed beneath the surface.

Outside the curtain, Hannah's voice floated through.

"You good in there? Need help adjusting?"

"I said I'm fine," Alex replied, breath catching.

The curtain rustled. Hannah slipped in.

Her eyes widened. "Oh. Oh, Alex, you have to see yourself."

Alex turned and caught her reflection. Fog already clung to the mirror.

"This is wrong," she whispered, though her breath caught in her throat before the sentence could finish. Her reflection loomed beside Hannah's, half-wreathed in fog, a twisted echo of grace and heat.

"It's perfect," Hannah whispered back. Her hand drifted down Alex's waist, circling to her lower back. The latex flexed under her touch, groaning faintly like it knew what was coming. Alex flinched but didn't stop her. Hannah's fingers teased along the line of Alex's hip, tracing the curve until she reached the front. She paused, then leaned in, kissing the side of Alex's face.

"Just a taste," she said, voice like warm silk.

Her palm flattened over Alex's groin, the tight material pressed between them. Alex moaned, a breathy, involuntary sound, as her cock jerked hard within the suit, the sensation magnified by the taut embrace of the latex. A smear of warmth blossomed where Hannah touched, just below the surface. The mirror fogged again.

Alex's knees trembled. Her hands reached for Hannah's shoulders, intending to shove, but the strength never came. She pushed her back gently, the motion almost affectionate.

"Go," she whispered. Her voice cracked.

Hannah giggled, breathless and pleased. She slipped out of the curtain like a thief, leaving Alex shaking in the aftermath, the mirror still recording every twitch and glow.

Outside, Mia was fidgeting with a rack, but her eyes were on the curtain. She straightened the same hanger twice. When Alex stepped out, cheeks red and suit gleaming, Mia blinked.

"You really bring something into this place," Mia murmured, her eyes still locked on the faint sheen over the latex at Alex's hips. Her voice came softer, warmer now, caught between admiration and confusion. She didn't ask what had happened. She just stepped closer and said, "You'll get a discount for bringing that kind of energy in here."

Alex started to object. Hannah accepted.

"I can alter this for you," Mia said. "Refit it. Add structure. Make it... yours."

Before Alex could respond, Hannah had already handed the suit to Mia. The boutique owner took it behind the counter. Her fingers hesitated, brushing the inner seam. She sniffed once, then disappeared behind the curtain.

They left with a few other items and a receipt. Alex's stomach growled. Hannah pointed out a diner.

"You still have your savings, right?"

"I was saving for a car."

"You can have mine," Hannah said quickly, eyes shining. "Seriously. I barely use it. Take it. Just eat."

She didn't give Alex a chance to argue. The moment they were seated, Hannah ordered for both of them, piling the table high with options Alex wouldn't have picked herself. Every time Alex hesitated, Hannah pushed another plate toward her.

They ordered a feast. Alex devoured it. Not just hunger, but need. Her body felt like a bonfire. Every bite fed something deeper. Her metabolism was roaring, chasing itself in circles. It wasn't just indulgence. It was worship. Fuel.

Across the table, Hannah leaned forward, chin resting on her palm, watching Alex with a quiet intensity.

"You can ask me for anything now," she said lightly, almost like a joke. "Seriously. Anything."

Alex rolled her eyes. "You're doing a lot already."

"I want to," Hannah said. "I mean it. Whatever helps you feel like you. I'll make it happen."

Her smile didn't waver, but something settled behind her eyes, a soft certainty. This was more than care. It was a purpose. A place beside Alex, even if she had to build that space herself.

And if Alex didn't ask for her? Hannah would just stay close enough that she wouldn't need to.

---

Later, Mia stood alone in the back of the boutique, tailoring Alex's bodysuit. It moved like something alive. Every seam seemed to remember the shape it had clung to. Her hands ran along the thigh, then paused. A faint smear, thick and opalescent, off-white, clung to the inside curve.

She hesitated.

Sniffed.

Sweet. But not just sweet, intoxicating. Mia's nose wrinkled, not in disgust but in anticipation. She leaned closer. The scent didn't stay still. It shifted. One moment, it smelled like ripe berries soaked in wine. The next, like spiced smoke curling from fresh bread. Every inhale dragged a new craving out of her chest.

She stared at the faint smear shimmering under the light, hypnotized.

She licked.

The taste hit her all at once, not a single flavor but an unfolding, blooming sequence of sensations. First, the tang of citrus. Then, the velvet pull of roasted vanilla. Then something deeper, salt and smoke, like the memory of a lover's skin.

It was perfect.

Not because it embodies some universal sweetness but because it suits her. It was hers, her perfect taste, changing just fast enough to keep her chasing it, never letting her settle. Every breath she took over her tongue brought a new layer. Every swallow made her hungrier.

It tasted like a truth she'd forgotten. Like her favorite moment, bottled.

Her knees buckled. She caught herself on the table, heart pounding in her throat... Not just sweet, euphoric. It shifted, rippled, and tasted different with each breath: cinnamon heat, honeyed citrus, and a whisper of vanilla that slid down her throat like a moan.

Her knees buckled. She caught herself on the table.

"No," she said aloud. "That's not real. That's not..."

But she licked again. And again.

Her thighs pressed together. She could feel her body warming, her pulse racing, her pupils dilating.

The latex in her hands throbbed. Or maybe her mind did.

"What are you," she whispered, breath fogging the polished counter.

And still, she didn't stop licking. Even when the smear was gone, even when nothing remained but the ghost of a shimmer, she kept returning to that same spot. The cum had marked it, somehow, not physically, but in essence. Perfection, she realized, didn't need to linger to leave its mark. It echoed. And every echo whispered something new to her, something more profound. Each time her tongue touched the smooth latex, it felt like falling again. A little weaker. A little warmer. A little more willing. Her knees threatened to buckle after every pass, but she clung to the bodysuit like it was the only thing anchoring her to the floor.

---

When Alex and Hannah returned later that afternoon, the boutique felt warmer, as if the building itself remembered them. Mia greeted them in a blouse one size too tight, hair down, cheeks flushed, though she tried to play it cool. The lights behind the counter glowed a little lower. The shop felt different.

"I was hoping you'd come back," Mia said, eyes flicking briefly toward Alex's hips, then back up to her eyes. "It's not perfect yet, but it's close enough to wear."

She reached below the counter and lifted a neatly wrapped parcel in lilac tissue. The latex bodysuit had been reinforced and reshaped, now sleeker in its curvature and subtly more suggestive in the way it hugged the body's lines.

"I added some shaping," Mia said, her fingers brushing over the parcel like it was sacred. "And a few... enhancements. Strategic reinforcements for comfort and texture. Responsive pressure zones. Reinforced stretch in the hips and groin. You'll feel it when you move. The way it hugs... it's not just for show anymore."

She gave a quiet laugh, almost to herself, and continued, "Seems like this isn't going to be a one-time outfit anymore. So, I made it durable. Breathable enough to survive being worn every day, if you can keep up with cleaning it, that is."

Her tone dipped, low and playful. "It's the kind of piece that remembers you. Learns you. Changes with you. Like it's waiting for you to grow into it or out of control."

Alex took the suit but hesitated.

"We're doing a new look," Hannah said. "Buy two, get two?"

Mia nodded. "Absolutely. I even got a little carried away and started working on three more. I figured if you were going to break hearts, you might as well have options."

Alex blinked. "Three more?"

"Under the two-for-two promo," Mia said, her grin sharp. "But they'll need another day or two to finish. I can deliver them to your place if that's easier."

Alex frowned. "That's not really."

"Do it," Hannah said. "She deserves a surprise."

Mia's eyes lit up. Alex sighed. "Fine. Just don't overdo it."

"Oh," Hannah whispered, eyes flicking briefly toward Mia before returning to Alex's retreating form. "She'll be the gift," she repeated, this time with a grin that edged toward something possessive. Not just for Alex. Not just for Mia. But for what was coming next.

Alex didn't hear. She had already turned away.

Behind her, Mia and Hannah exchanged a glance. Something flickered in Mia's eyes, wide, warm, and glassy. Her breath caught, and her hand lingered too long on the edge of the counter.

Hannah narrowed her eyes slightly, head tilting. "You alright?" she asked, too casually.

Mia blinked. "Yeah. Just... warm in here."

Hannah's lips curled in recognition. The flush. The light sweat. The way Mia shifted in her shoes was like her skin was too sensitive. Hannah had felt it before. Felt it the moment she tasted Alex's cum. Drunk on it. Addicted. Willing.

"You should go wait in the car," Hannah said to Alex, louder than necessary.

Alex glanced back, suspicious. "Why?"

"Because I'm buying you a gift," Hannah said. "And it's a surprise. Trust me."

Alex didn't move.

"Go," Hannah insisted. "Five minutes."

With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Alex stepped outside, the door chiming behind her.

Mia turned slowly. "She's... intense."

"God, you have no idea," Hannah said, lowering her voice. "You tasted it, didn't you?"

Mia stiffened. "Tasted...?"

"You licked the suit, didn't you?"

Mia didn't respond, but her face said everything. Her knees pressed together.

"She's real," Hannah whispered. "Everything you're feeling? It's the start. You're already caught in it. You want her, don't you? Not just to watch her, but to touch. To serve."

Mia swallowed. "I, she's..."

"She's divine," Hannah said, leaning across the counter. "She's more than a client. And you don't have to just drop off the clothes, Mia. You should come over. Stay. Let it sink in. You'll never be the same."

Mia stared at her for a long, shaking second. Then nodded. Slowly.

Hannah grinned and turned to finish the sale, but in her mind, new roles were already forming. Mia would be back, and Alex wouldn't know what hit her.