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Fapping Materials / Re: Brad The Bully Story
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CHAPTER 48 (2/2)
We walked into the same trashy clothing shop that Vanessa had bought her panties from before.
"Oh my God, Vanessa, look at this lingerie!" Victoria announced excitedly as soon as we walked in the door. The blonde cheerleader was holding up a bright red, lace babydoll lingerie outfit. "You must make Milksop buy this for you!"
"I-I thought I was just getting her panties?" I whined to Victoria.
"Shut up, babydick." Victoria looked down at my crotch with disgust. "Don't be stupid. You knew what you'd be buying her."
"Yes, Miss Victoria," I answered solemnly.
"Don't worry, we'll have you buy actual panties for her, too! Haha!" Victoria then turned back to Vanessa, swaying the lingerie outfit. "And it's red! Brad's favorite colouurrr!" Victoria said temptingly.
Vanessa's smile widened and her eyes lit up, even though she was a little embarrassed. "It can't hurt if I just try it on," Vanessa agreed as she let go of my arm, leaving me standing there helplessly.
"You'll have to step out of the dressing area when she tries it on," Claire told me as Vanessa stepped into the dressing room. "This outfit much too sexy for you to see."
"But..."
"No buts! You're buying it, but that doesn't mean you get to see her in it! You're not allowed to see her in any sexy outfits until you learn to respect her more, remember? So you'll have to step out."
"Okay," I answered with disappointment.
"But we need a guys opinion on how hot it looks," Victoria added thoughtfully. "So, babydick, go get that employee that was stocking shirts. You know the one: that handsome black guy. Ask if he'll come into the dressing room and check out your girlfriend for you."
"But..."
"NO BUTS! Tell him your girlfriend wants a man's opinion so she sent you to ask him to check her out."
Claire grinned and crossed her arms. "And be polite!" I knew I had to obey.
I left the dressing area and walked shyly to the employee with my hands in my pockets. He looked quite a bit more grown up than me (he was probably in his mid-twenties) and was an entire head taller than I was. "Umm... Sir?"
"Yeah?" He asked, turning from stocking the boxes onto the wall.
"Uh... My girlfriend is trying on lingerie, and umm, she wants a man's opinion on how it looks..."
The employee seemed curious by the request and eyed me up and down before responding. "Your girlfriend... That Latina with the big cans?"
I was taken back by the response. I got the feeling that he didn't speak so vulgarly to most customers, but for some reason, he must have decided that he didn't have to bother with the courtesy he showed most customers.
"Uhh, yes sir," I answered nervously, being taken off guard from the unexpected response.
He sniffed and adjusted his crotch. "Sure, I wouldn't mind checking her out in Lingerie for ya." I could tell he felt disdain towards me and thought I was playing some sort of perverted fantasy, but he didn't care. A free chance to check out a big-titted slut in lingerie during his work hours seemed like a good deal to him.
He waltzed over to the dressing area curiously and gave it a hesitant knock. Chelsea pulled back the curtain and welcomed him generously. "Oh good, a real man is here to give his opinion," Victoria announced as Chelse closed the curtain behind him.
Vanessa had already stepped out of the changing room and was now standing in the private dressing area in the red, lacey, babydoll robe and panties. The little robe ended at Vanessa's hips, only covering the top half of her matching red lace panties. The adult black guy eyed her up and down. The girls had instructed Vanessa to keep her heels on.
"Damn!"
"You like it?" Victoria asked as she stepped behind Vanessa and placed her hands on the girls' shoulders. Vanessa felt shy and exposed but also a little proud of seeing the employee admiring her body in the skimpy outfit. With her long legs, curvy hips and naturally large breasts, she had a body that guys always seemed to like!
"Uh-huh, that looks fire," he answered as he stood in the entryway. He was obviously warming up to being there.
"Give him a little twirl," Victoria urged as she let go of her shoulders. Vanessa grabbed the hem of the little robe and twirled side to side, the dress swaying with her movements as the guy checked her out up and down. I could only clench my fists as I sat on the other side of the curtains, listening to this total stranger check out my girlfriend in intimate, sexy lingerie.
"Is that your shirt?" He asked as he nodded over to the dressing stall with the shirt hanging over the door.
"Yes," Victoria answered for her as she placed her hands back onto her shoulders. "Vanessa here just LOVES BBC, isn't that right?" Victoria gave the employee a little wink.
"Yes!" Vanessa answered proudly. She assumed one of the girls must have told the employee what 'BBC' meant earlier. I ground my teeth with anger as I heard them speaking.
"Well damn, we should get drinks! I'm Jamal," he said as he stepped closer. 'He must be a fan of the show, too,' Vanessa thought to herself excitedly. It made sense, lots of guys enjoyed BB's show after all. Why wouldn't they?
"Well, I'm not old enough to drink, but I'd love to hang out," Vanessa answered warmly.
"Psh," Victoria sighed dismissively. "You know that those rules don't apply to us!"
Chelsea crossed her arms and agreed. "Yea, if you want to be a popular cheerleader, you have to be cool enough to drink."
"Oh, uhh, I mean, of course, I drink sometimes," Vanessa answered, a bit befuddled.
"Don't worry, I know a place that won't ID you. I won't tell if you don't," Jamal said with a chuckle.
"Vanessa would love to have drinks with you," Victoria said as she gave the guy another wink. I was stewing with anger as I heard this total stranger hitting on my girlfriend, right in front of me. I could do nothing but listen as Vanessa gave him her phone number. "Sounds fun," Vanessa said, feeling more and more comfortable.
"You should wear that," Jamal said with a laugh as Victoria made Vanessa give the guy another twirl.
The employee seemed startled when he noticed someone sitting outside the dressing room, but then seemed to relax when he realized it was just me. "All done, dude. Even got her number!"
"Uhh... great..."I whispered as he walked past, ignoring my response. I really hoped Vanessa wasn't actually going to have drinks with that guy at some dive bar.
I was allowed back into the dressing room area once Vanessa was safely closed in the private stall, out of sight. The only thing I could see was her heels beneath the stall door as she slipped the sleek red lingerie off her feet.
"Good news, milksop!" Victoria announced excitedly, "Jamal LOVED the red lingerie. Vanessa looked so sexy in it, it hugged her body so tight! You should have seen it when she twerked for Jamal! So, you can go ahead and buy it for her now!"
"Oh... Great..."
"Did you girls see that huge bulge in Jamal's pants?" Victoria asked her friends purposely loud enough for Vanessa to hear.
"Of course, how could we miss it? He has a huge package! Maybe you should start drinking HIS medicine, Milksop!" The girls always found a way to make me the butt of the joke. I heard a little giggle from Vanessa's stall.
As we were standing in the line to check-out, I overheard Victoria whispering into Vanessa's ear. "You should wear this for Brad tomorrow, during his blowjob! He'd love that!"
"But... That's not really fair to Milksop if he buys it for me, and I wear it for Brad."
I smiled warmly. My girlfriend was so faithful and thoughtful!
Victoria grabbed my girlfriend's arm. "See, that's exactly the type of thought process we have to fix! You need to stop letting Milksop guilt you into things! He's buying this for you because he OWES you, remember? So it's all yours, and you need to try to make an effort to shrug off any guilt towards him."
"Well... That's true, I guess... But still, I can't wear this at school!"
"Sure you can! Just bring it in your gym bag and change in the bathroom! Nobody else has to see!" It was something, watching Victoria holding Vanessa's arm like they had been best friends since childhood. Her confidence really was overpowering. She flung her head back towards me standing behind them. "Milksop, don't you think Brad would like if Vanessa wore this for him?"
"Uhh, I mean, any guy would, of course, bu-" Victoria cut me off before I could say another word. "See? Milksop even thinks you should wear it for him!"
"Well... I guess I could change into it in the locker room after classes, and surprise him in it," Vanessa answered with a thoughtful smile on her face.
"He's going to love it! Red is his favorite color, ya know!" Victoria elbowed my girlfriend's arm as she reminded her.
Claire also grabbed my arm, but it was a stern, painful grab as she pulled my ear closer to her mouth. "Wow, so you're buying this for Vanessa, but she's wearing it for Brad... So it's kind of like... You're buying it for Brad?"
A pained look crossed my face as the realization set in. She was right. Claire smiled with delight as she watched my eyes begin to burn with jealousy while Vanessa held the lingerie up to her chest once again.
Chelsea found a pair of shiny golden handcuffs on one of the displays. "Look at these, Victoria," she remarked as she held up the real, functioning pair of cuffs.
"Oh my God, Vanessa, you have to get these," Victoria said excitedly as she grabbed the gold handcuffs.
"Why?" Vanessa asked curiously. I was also intrigued to hear the reason.
"You wear it as an awesome fashion accessory! Let me show you." Victoria reached down and clasped one of the handcuffs around Vanessa's ankle. It clicked locked. "You lock this one around your ankle, and leave the other one hanging free!" The other cuff dangled from the chain, resting even with her heel, just an inch off the floor.
"Oh yes, that suits you so well," Chelsea agreed readily.
"Really?" Vanessa was unsure, but also kind of intrigued. She'd never seen a pair of handcuffs hanging off someone's ankle as a fashion statement before.
"Definitely. Guys are going to think it's so hot when you walk around school with it. Try walking around with it now."
Vanessa took a few steps around the store. She couldn't help but grin as the gold handcuff clanked against her heel, dangling off her ankle. She kind of felt like a fashion runway model as the girls gushed over how good it fit her.
"Guys are going to think you're sooo adventurous," Victoria said, excitedly grabbing Vanessa's arm as she returned to the checkout line. She reached down with the little gold key and unlocked the pair of handcuffs, then held them up with a finger. "You HAVE to get them!"
"But... Milksop's only buying me underwear," Vanessa said hesitantly. Victoria shut me down before I could react.
"Milksop is your boyfriend, he should be buying you stuff all the time, not just what he HAS to buy you." The blonde turned back towards me, looking at me with her piercing blue eyes, dangling the handcuffs off a finger. "Besides, if he doesn't buy them for you, I bet Brad wouldn't mind buying them for you!"
Victoria knew how to play me like a fool. As soon as she said that, I pulled my cash out of my pocket. "I'll buy them for you, babe," I said as fast as I could.
"Aww, you would? Even though you don't have too?" Vanessa asked sweetly.
"Of course, I want to make you happy," I answered proudly. Vanessa leaned back and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I felt so chuffed!
At the checkout counter, I had to pull out more of my summer savings to pay. Not only for the handcuffs and lingerie set - but I also had to pay for a big pile of panties they picked out. It was my first time seeing the types of panties Vanessa wore, and my eyes were wide open. Lots of skimpy, sexy panties with lace and frills. Lots of bright, multi-colored g-strings - black and pinks, red and white, eye-catching neon green. Lots with words on them, too: Bad girl, xxx babe, lucky you, slippery when wet, naughty girl, EZ Lay, Spank Me. I had no idea Vanessa wore such trashy, suggestive underwear!
"You can wear THESE for Milksop," Victoria said with a nudge as she held up a pair that read: 'All you can eat' across the front. Vanessa chuckled.
Claire slapped my hand when I tried to help unload the panties. "You're not allowed to look at her panties!" She shouted loud enough for the cashier to hear, and I quickly looked away with embarrassment and handed over my cash shyly. I didn't get much change back. My summer savings fund was quickly becoming depleted.
Meanwhile, my mom was having a little shopping experience of her own. She was at Jean’s Boutique, a women's clothing store that sold lots of fashionable dresses and outfits, as well as a nice selection of lingerie (most of it French style.)
One of the managers had struck up a conversation about my mom's shirt as she was shopping. "Oh, it's a play on words? And you said BBC stands for BB's Channel?" The man asked curiously.
"That's right! It's my new slogan!"
"Haha, funny! So you're that adult showgirl, on that one channel... The one named... What was it again? Oh, yea! Naughty Becky, right?"
"Umm, yes, that's me! Though I prefer the term news anchor," my mom corrected him gently. She cringed a bit from being referred to as an 'adult showgirl,' even though it was starting to sound more and more like an apt description of her.
"News Anchor?" He asked skeptically as he glanced down at her t-shirt once again, her large breasts breathing beneath the 'I (heart) BBC' slogan. "You're on the late-night channel though, right? The one where all those guys lined up to spank you, right?"
"Uhh, yes, that's the one, heh," my mom laughed nervously as she brushed her hair over her shoulder. The man changed the subject. He noticed that she was getting nervous, and he didn't want to scare her away.
"Right! Well, believe it or not, I'm actually the owner of this store," the well-dressed businessman said proudly. Becky's eyes lit up!
"Wow, the owner! What an honor to meet you! Are you Jean?"
"Haha, no, Jean’s Boutique is just the name of the store. I'm John."
"Well, it's such a pleasure to meet you, John! I love your store," She said excitedly.
"Oh, please! The pleasure is mine," the man said as my mom gushed with excitement. He noticed how giddy she was. "Say, how would you feel about getting a bit more exposure?"
Now Becky's eyes really lit up. A news reporter's entire career depended on being recognized and getting lots of exposure! "Oh wow, I'd tell you that I'm VERY interested," she answered excitedly. "Anything to help me gain more recognition!"
The manager smiled, pleased with her response. "That's excellent!" He could tell it was going to be very easy to exploit the big-titted MILF. "I've been looking for a model to showcase some of our clothing selections. And, seeing how you already shop here, you'd be a great choice!"
"A model!" My mom was practically eating out of the manager's hands.
"It'd be great exposure for you and could help your name become more familiar with new crowds," the manager said, enticing the blond more and more.
"Let me give you my number," my mom said in a hurry, pulling out a pen and notebook from her purse. "My cell, my personal, and here's my work number. My manager will answer if I'm filming when you call." She wrote down the numbers, then wrote down her name. She decided to write her name as 'Naughty Becky,' just to be sure the manager didn't forget who she was. She was sure a prestigious business owner like him must have gotten lots of models' numbers, so she had to be sure he didn't forget which Becky she was.
"I'll be in touch, I'm sure we can set something up for next week," he said as he took the paper from her.
"Thank you so much!" My mom continued gushing how much she loved the store and looked forward to the opportunity to model whatever outfits he wanted. She felt so lucky to have built a strong work connection! Little did she know she'd be expected to model the outfits live, standing in the display windows like some sort of living bimbo mannequin, posing for people shopping around the store.
After shopping, Vanessa and my mom had a hair and nail appointment while the cheerleaders took off. I was relieved to have the vicious girls gone, but also things got a little bit awkward with just myself, Vanessa and my mom walking around the mall. There were lots of catcalls (which both my mom and Vanessa were very flattered and flirtatious with the catcallers, giving them lots of waves and winks). When we walked into the salon - Vanessa on my left, my mom on my right, both wearing 'I (heart) BBC' shirts - all the girls in the salon looked me up and down, then burst out in a laugh.
"Here for our hair appointment," my mom said sweetly as we walked to the counter. Both girls were getting their hair touched up - Vanessa was getting her hair bleached blonde again, to make sure it stayed very blonde (even though it looked so obviously dyed with her tan Latina complexion) while my mom was just getting touch-ups.
"Sure thing! Will you be getting the head massage and your nails done, too?"
"Definitely," my mom answered, handing the hostess her credit card.
"Love your shirts, very fun," the hostess said as she waved my mom and Vanessa to the back. "And here you go, little guy. Have a seat. Your mommy and her friend will be back soon!" She handed me a coloring book that was obviously meant for little children. It felt so belittling, but I was too shy to say anything as I sat on the waiting area with my children's book that had already been scribbled on with crayons. I heard saw the girls whispering and giggling at me as I sat down. I felt really out of place. I couldn't wait to leave the mall.
While I sat there fiddling with the dumb book, Vanessa and my mom chatted together and enjoyed having their hair and nails done.
"It's so fun being able to do such girly stuff, even with Milksop," Vanessa said sweetly.
"Milksop enjoys girly activities," my mom said, trying to build me up in front of my girlfriend. She thought that having me show interest in Vanessa's activities would strengthen our relationship.
Vanessa looked over at me, sitting in the waiting area fumbling with the coloring book. "Ya, that's one thing I love about him! It's so nice having someone paint my nails and help me with my make-up before I go out," she said with a smile.
When we were finally finished at the mall, my mom dropped me off at home before driving to the last (and biggest) appointment of the night: the cosmetic clinic. The same one where my mom got her new, extra-large breast and ass implants just a few weeks prior. It was time for the girls to get their bimbo lip injections.
We walked into the same trashy clothing shop that Vanessa had bought her panties from before.
"Oh my God, Vanessa, look at this lingerie!" Victoria announced excitedly as soon as we walked in the door. The blonde cheerleader was holding up a bright red, lace babydoll lingerie outfit. "You must make Milksop buy this for you!"
"I-I thought I was just getting her panties?" I whined to Victoria.
"Shut up, babydick." Victoria looked down at my crotch with disgust. "Don't be stupid. You knew what you'd be buying her."
"Yes, Miss Victoria," I answered solemnly.
"Don't worry, we'll have you buy actual panties for her, too! Haha!" Victoria then turned back to Vanessa, swaying the lingerie outfit. "And it's red! Brad's favorite colouurrr!" Victoria said temptingly.
Vanessa's smile widened and her eyes lit up, even though she was a little embarrassed. "It can't hurt if I just try it on," Vanessa agreed as she let go of my arm, leaving me standing there helplessly.
"You'll have to step out of the dressing area when she tries it on," Claire told me as Vanessa stepped into the dressing room. "This outfit much too sexy for you to see."
"But..."
"No buts! You're buying it, but that doesn't mean you get to see her in it! You're not allowed to see her in any sexy outfits until you learn to respect her more, remember? So you'll have to step out."
"Okay," I answered with disappointment.
"But we need a guys opinion on how hot it looks," Victoria added thoughtfully. "So, babydick, go get that employee that was stocking shirts. You know the one: that handsome black guy. Ask if he'll come into the dressing room and check out your girlfriend for you."
"But..."
"NO BUTS! Tell him your girlfriend wants a man's opinion so she sent you to ask him to check her out."
Claire grinned and crossed her arms. "And be polite!" I knew I had to obey.
I left the dressing area and walked shyly to the employee with my hands in my pockets. He looked quite a bit more grown up than me (he was probably in his mid-twenties) and was an entire head taller than I was. "Umm... Sir?"
"Yeah?" He asked, turning from stocking the boxes onto the wall.
"Uh... My girlfriend is trying on lingerie, and umm, she wants a man's opinion on how it looks..."
The employee seemed curious by the request and eyed me up and down before responding. "Your girlfriend... That Latina with the big cans?"
I was taken back by the response. I got the feeling that he didn't speak so vulgarly to most customers, but for some reason, he must have decided that he didn't have to bother with the courtesy he showed most customers.
"Uhh, yes sir," I answered nervously, being taken off guard from the unexpected response.
He sniffed and adjusted his crotch. "Sure, I wouldn't mind checking her out in Lingerie for ya." I could tell he felt disdain towards me and thought I was playing some sort of perverted fantasy, but he didn't care. A free chance to check out a big-titted slut in lingerie during his work hours seemed like a good deal to him.
He waltzed over to the dressing area curiously and gave it a hesitant knock. Chelsea pulled back the curtain and welcomed him generously. "Oh good, a real man is here to give his opinion," Victoria announced as Chelse closed the curtain behind him.
Vanessa had already stepped out of the changing room and was now standing in the private dressing area in the red, lacey, babydoll robe and panties. The little robe ended at Vanessa's hips, only covering the top half of her matching red lace panties. The adult black guy eyed her up and down. The girls had instructed Vanessa to keep her heels on.
"Damn!"
"You like it?" Victoria asked as she stepped behind Vanessa and placed her hands on the girls' shoulders. Vanessa felt shy and exposed but also a little proud of seeing the employee admiring her body in the skimpy outfit. With her long legs, curvy hips and naturally large breasts, she had a body that guys always seemed to like!
"Uh-huh, that looks fire," he answered as he stood in the entryway. He was obviously warming up to being there.
"Give him a little twirl," Victoria urged as she let go of her shoulders. Vanessa grabbed the hem of the little robe and twirled side to side, the dress swaying with her movements as the guy checked her out up and down. I could only clench my fists as I sat on the other side of the curtains, listening to this total stranger check out my girlfriend in intimate, sexy lingerie.
"Is that your shirt?" He asked as he nodded over to the dressing stall with the shirt hanging over the door.
"Yes," Victoria answered for her as she placed her hands back onto her shoulders. "Vanessa here just LOVES BBC, isn't that right?" Victoria gave the employee a little wink.
"Yes!" Vanessa answered proudly. She assumed one of the girls must have told the employee what 'BBC' meant earlier. I ground my teeth with anger as I heard them speaking.
"Well damn, we should get drinks! I'm Jamal," he said as he stepped closer. 'He must be a fan of the show, too,' Vanessa thought to herself excitedly. It made sense, lots of guys enjoyed BB's show after all. Why wouldn't they?
"Well, I'm not old enough to drink, but I'd love to hang out," Vanessa answered warmly.
"Psh," Victoria sighed dismissively. "You know that those rules don't apply to us!"
Chelsea crossed her arms and agreed. "Yea, if you want to be a popular cheerleader, you have to be cool enough to drink."
"Oh, uhh, I mean, of course, I drink sometimes," Vanessa answered, a bit befuddled.
"Don't worry, I know a place that won't ID you. I won't tell if you don't," Jamal said with a chuckle.
"Vanessa would love to have drinks with you," Victoria said as she gave the guy another wink. I was stewing with anger as I heard this total stranger hitting on my girlfriend, right in front of me. I could do nothing but listen as Vanessa gave him her phone number. "Sounds fun," Vanessa said, feeling more and more comfortable.
"You should wear that," Jamal said with a laugh as Victoria made Vanessa give the guy another twirl.
The employee seemed startled when he noticed someone sitting outside the dressing room, but then seemed to relax when he realized it was just me. "All done, dude. Even got her number!"
"Uhh... great..."I whispered as he walked past, ignoring my response. I really hoped Vanessa wasn't actually going to have drinks with that guy at some dive bar.
I was allowed back into the dressing room area once Vanessa was safely closed in the private stall, out of sight. The only thing I could see was her heels beneath the stall door as she slipped the sleek red lingerie off her feet.
"Good news, milksop!" Victoria announced excitedly, "Jamal LOVED the red lingerie. Vanessa looked so sexy in it, it hugged her body so tight! You should have seen it when she twerked for Jamal! So, you can go ahead and buy it for her now!"
"Oh... Great..."
"Did you girls see that huge bulge in Jamal's pants?" Victoria asked her friends purposely loud enough for Vanessa to hear.
"Of course, how could we miss it? He has a huge package! Maybe you should start drinking HIS medicine, Milksop!" The girls always found a way to make me the butt of the joke. I heard a little giggle from Vanessa's stall.
As we were standing in the line to check-out, I overheard Victoria whispering into Vanessa's ear. "You should wear this for Brad tomorrow, during his blowjob! He'd love that!"
"But... That's not really fair to Milksop if he buys it for me, and I wear it for Brad."
I smiled warmly. My girlfriend was so faithful and thoughtful!
Victoria grabbed my girlfriend's arm. "See, that's exactly the type of thought process we have to fix! You need to stop letting Milksop guilt you into things! He's buying this for you because he OWES you, remember? So it's all yours, and you need to try to make an effort to shrug off any guilt towards him."
"Well... That's true, I guess... But still, I can't wear this at school!"
"Sure you can! Just bring it in your gym bag and change in the bathroom! Nobody else has to see!" It was something, watching Victoria holding Vanessa's arm like they had been best friends since childhood. Her confidence really was overpowering. She flung her head back towards me standing behind them. "Milksop, don't you think Brad would like if Vanessa wore this for him?"
"Uhh, I mean, any guy would, of course, bu-" Victoria cut me off before I could say another word. "See? Milksop even thinks you should wear it for him!"
"Well... I guess I could change into it in the locker room after classes, and surprise him in it," Vanessa answered with a thoughtful smile on her face.
"He's going to love it! Red is his favorite color, ya know!" Victoria elbowed my girlfriend's arm as she reminded her.
Claire also grabbed my arm, but it was a stern, painful grab as she pulled my ear closer to her mouth. "Wow, so you're buying this for Vanessa, but she's wearing it for Brad... So it's kind of like... You're buying it for Brad?"
A pained look crossed my face as the realization set in. She was right. Claire smiled with delight as she watched my eyes begin to burn with jealousy while Vanessa held the lingerie up to her chest once again.
Chelsea found a pair of shiny golden handcuffs on one of the displays. "Look at these, Victoria," she remarked as she held up the real, functioning pair of cuffs.
"Oh my God, Vanessa, you have to get these," Victoria said excitedly as she grabbed the gold handcuffs.
"Why?" Vanessa asked curiously. I was also intrigued to hear the reason.
"You wear it as an awesome fashion accessory! Let me show you." Victoria reached down and clasped one of the handcuffs around Vanessa's ankle. It clicked locked. "You lock this one around your ankle, and leave the other one hanging free!" The other cuff dangled from the chain, resting even with her heel, just an inch off the floor.
"Oh yes, that suits you so well," Chelsea agreed readily.
"Really?" Vanessa was unsure, but also kind of intrigued. She'd never seen a pair of handcuffs hanging off someone's ankle as a fashion statement before.
"Definitely. Guys are going to think it's so hot when you walk around school with it. Try walking around with it now."
Vanessa took a few steps around the store. She couldn't help but grin as the gold handcuff clanked against her heel, dangling off her ankle. She kind of felt like a fashion runway model as the girls gushed over how good it fit her.
"Guys are going to think you're sooo adventurous," Victoria said, excitedly grabbing Vanessa's arm as she returned to the checkout line. She reached down with the little gold key and unlocked the pair of handcuffs, then held them up with a finger. "You HAVE to get them!"
"But... Milksop's only buying me underwear," Vanessa said hesitantly. Victoria shut me down before I could react.
"Milksop is your boyfriend, he should be buying you stuff all the time, not just what he HAS to buy you." The blonde turned back towards me, looking at me with her piercing blue eyes, dangling the handcuffs off a finger. "Besides, if he doesn't buy them for you, I bet Brad wouldn't mind buying them for you!"
Victoria knew how to play me like a fool. As soon as she said that, I pulled my cash out of my pocket. "I'll buy them for you, babe," I said as fast as I could.
"Aww, you would? Even though you don't have too?" Vanessa asked sweetly.
"Of course, I want to make you happy," I answered proudly. Vanessa leaned back and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I felt so chuffed!
At the checkout counter, I had to pull out more of my summer savings to pay. Not only for the handcuffs and lingerie set - but I also had to pay for a big pile of panties they picked out. It was my first time seeing the types of panties Vanessa wore, and my eyes were wide open. Lots of skimpy, sexy panties with lace and frills. Lots of bright, multi-colored g-strings - black and pinks, red and white, eye-catching neon green. Lots with words on them, too: Bad girl, xxx babe, lucky you, slippery when wet, naughty girl, EZ Lay, Spank Me. I had no idea Vanessa wore such trashy, suggestive underwear!
"You can wear THESE for Milksop," Victoria said with a nudge as she held up a pair that read: 'All you can eat' across the front. Vanessa chuckled.
Claire slapped my hand when I tried to help unload the panties. "You're not allowed to look at her panties!" She shouted loud enough for the cashier to hear, and I quickly looked away with embarrassment and handed over my cash shyly. I didn't get much change back. My summer savings fund was quickly becoming depleted.
Meanwhile, my mom was having a little shopping experience of her own. She was at Jean’s Boutique, a women's clothing store that sold lots of fashionable dresses and outfits, as well as a nice selection of lingerie (most of it French style.)
One of the managers had struck up a conversation about my mom's shirt as she was shopping. "Oh, it's a play on words? And you said BBC stands for BB's Channel?" The man asked curiously.
"That's right! It's my new slogan!"
"Haha, funny! So you're that adult showgirl, on that one channel... The one named... What was it again? Oh, yea! Naughty Becky, right?"
"Umm, yes, that's me! Though I prefer the term news anchor," my mom corrected him gently. She cringed a bit from being referred to as an 'adult showgirl,' even though it was starting to sound more and more like an apt description of her.
"News Anchor?" He asked skeptically as he glanced down at her t-shirt once again, her large breasts breathing beneath the 'I (heart) BBC' slogan. "You're on the late-night channel though, right? The one where all those guys lined up to spank you, right?"
"Uhh, yes, that's the one, heh," my mom laughed nervously as she brushed her hair over her shoulder. The man changed the subject. He noticed that she was getting nervous, and he didn't want to scare her away.
"Right! Well, believe it or not, I'm actually the owner of this store," the well-dressed businessman said proudly. Becky's eyes lit up!
"Wow, the owner! What an honor to meet you! Are you Jean?"
"Haha, no, Jean’s Boutique is just the name of the store. I'm John."
"Well, it's such a pleasure to meet you, John! I love your store," She said excitedly.
"Oh, please! The pleasure is mine," the man said as my mom gushed with excitement. He noticed how giddy she was. "Say, how would you feel about getting a bit more exposure?"
Now Becky's eyes really lit up. A news reporter's entire career depended on being recognized and getting lots of exposure! "Oh wow, I'd tell you that I'm VERY interested," she answered excitedly. "Anything to help me gain more recognition!"
The manager smiled, pleased with her response. "That's excellent!" He could tell it was going to be very easy to exploit the big-titted MILF. "I've been looking for a model to showcase some of our clothing selections. And, seeing how you already shop here, you'd be a great choice!"
"A model!" My mom was practically eating out of the manager's hands.
"It'd be great exposure for you and could help your name become more familiar with new crowds," the manager said, enticing the blond more and more.
"Let me give you my number," my mom said in a hurry, pulling out a pen and notebook from her purse. "My cell, my personal, and here's my work number. My manager will answer if I'm filming when you call." She wrote down the numbers, then wrote down her name. She decided to write her name as 'Naughty Becky,' just to be sure the manager didn't forget who she was. She was sure a prestigious business owner like him must have gotten lots of models' numbers, so she had to be sure he didn't forget which Becky she was.
"I'll be in touch, I'm sure we can set something up for next week," he said as he took the paper from her.
"Thank you so much!" My mom continued gushing how much she loved the store and looked forward to the opportunity to model whatever outfits he wanted. She felt so lucky to have built a strong work connection! Little did she know she'd be expected to model the outfits live, standing in the display windows like some sort of living bimbo mannequin, posing for people shopping around the store.
After shopping, Vanessa and my mom had a hair and nail appointment while the cheerleaders took off. I was relieved to have the vicious girls gone, but also things got a little bit awkward with just myself, Vanessa and my mom walking around the mall. There were lots of catcalls (which both my mom and Vanessa were very flattered and flirtatious with the catcallers, giving them lots of waves and winks). When we walked into the salon - Vanessa on my left, my mom on my right, both wearing 'I (heart) BBC' shirts - all the girls in the salon looked me up and down, then burst out in a laugh.
"Here for our hair appointment," my mom said sweetly as we walked to the counter. Both girls were getting their hair touched up - Vanessa was getting her hair bleached blonde again, to make sure it stayed very blonde (even though it looked so obviously dyed with her tan Latina complexion) while my mom was just getting touch-ups.
"Sure thing! Will you be getting the head massage and your nails done, too?"
"Definitely," my mom answered, handing the hostess her credit card.
"Love your shirts, very fun," the hostess said as she waved my mom and Vanessa to the back. "And here you go, little guy. Have a seat. Your mommy and her friend will be back soon!" She handed me a coloring book that was obviously meant for little children. It felt so belittling, but I was too shy to say anything as I sat on the waiting area with my children's book that had already been scribbled on with crayons. I heard saw the girls whispering and giggling at me as I sat down. I felt really out of place. I couldn't wait to leave the mall.
While I sat there fiddling with the dumb book, Vanessa and my mom chatted together and enjoyed having their hair and nails done.
"It's so fun being able to do such girly stuff, even with Milksop," Vanessa said sweetly.
"Milksop enjoys girly activities," my mom said, trying to build me up in front of my girlfriend. She thought that having me show interest in Vanessa's activities would strengthen our relationship.
Vanessa looked over at me, sitting in the waiting area fumbling with the coloring book. "Ya, that's one thing I love about him! It's so nice having someone paint my nails and help me with my make-up before I go out," she said with a smile.
When we were finally finished at the mall, my mom dropped me off at home before driving to the last (and biggest) appointment of the night: the cosmetic clinic. The same one where my mom got her new, extra-large breast and ass implants just a few weeks prior. It was time for the girls to get their bimbo lip injections.