Vicky ran through the swinging doors to the changing room, giving the store one last view of her fine derriere. She could hear the cat calls and laughter from the store, all aimed at her. She threw herself against the on the bench , wishing she could just disappear.
Dawn followed her into the booth, still invisible. When Vicky leaned against the wall Dawn crept next to her. Silently she grabbed the strings on the back of Vicky's corset and began unlacing them. Vicky, leaning forward with her head in heads didn't notice as Dawn pulled the string through it's loops. When the whole thing was loose she tossed the string over the wall out of the booth.
Vicky's corset fell to the ground before her eyes. Gasping she picked it up: the string which held it together was gone! now it was a totally useless piece of leather! She picked it up and tried futility to hold it over her body, but as soon as she let go it fell to the ground agin.
Vicky looked in the mirror. She now was naked except for her boots, fishnet stockings and jewelery. Her pink nipples stood erect off her pasty C cup breasts.
Dawn could scarcely contain herself. She stared hungrily at her bosses tits, feeling that familiar moistness from her crotch.
Vicky bit her lip nervously. She picked up the corset and held it to her front as best she could. Then she peaked her head out from the swinging doors. The store was still crowded, many of the people who had seen her bottomless still hanging around, obviously hoping for more.
"Jim! Jim!" Vicky said in a harsh whisper. Jim, the new guy at the store walked over.
"Hey Vicky, the manager called. He was pretty pissed you weren't around." Jim had of course seen everything. Hence the huge grin on his face.
"Forget that!" Vicky said angrily. "I need you to find me some clothes!"
"store clothes? that's against the rules boss."
"Just do it you moron!" She said, ducking back into the booth.
Dawn saw an opportunity. Crawling on all fours she went under the knee high swinging doors of the changing area. She saw Jim gathering standard clothes for Vicky. Quickly Dawn began gathering her own clothes. She had to do so carefully, for though she was invisible people might see floating clothes and get suspicious. She finished and waited behind a CD rack.
Jim returned, setting jeans and a T shirt in front of the door.
"okay Vicky, I got some clothes for you, they're right outside." He turned and walked back to the register. As soon as he wasn't looking Dawn swapped the pile she had chosen for Jim's, moments before Vicky's hands darted out and picked them up.
In the changing room Vicky was enraged. That pervert! He had found the most outlandish, inappropriate clothes possible! He was so fired! Still, anything was better the naked. So she began dressing.
The top was a gold bikini, two tiny triangles held together by strings. It was too small for her, her nipples budging against the fabric, clearly visible. The bottom was a novelty thong. It was covered in white fur, even the string which went between your cheeks. It was a gag gift, no one would ever wear it. But Dawn had no choice. She pulled it on, shivering as the fuzzy string rubbed against her most private parts.
She looked in the mirror, aghast. She looked like a stripper! Worse then that, like a full blown whore. So much skin was showing she may as well have still been naked. Worse, the fuzzy thong itched in the worst ways. With a whine she tried to pull the itchy fabric from her anus, only to have it snap back in place. She scratched her vagina, the itch also slightly stimulating. She shook angrily.
"where's Vicky!" she heard a familiar shout from the front of the store. It was the owner, her supervisor. She forgot he was coming by today!
"she's in that changing room." she heard Jim reply.
Vicky cowered as she heard footsteps getting closer, closer. Then, abruptly the door flew open. She saw the enraged, shocked face of Mr. Winters.
"Vicky?! What are you wearing!?"
"I..I can explain!" Vicky stammered, cupping her hands over her barely concealed nipples.
"Explain?! Why would you come to work dressed like some trollop?" He yelled.
"I..." Vicky started to speak, but he Shsimply grabbed her arm and pulled her forceful into the full view of the store.
"I told you this store needs to be under constant supervision! But instead of doing your job your trying on out your "raver whore" look with store property!"
Vicky was, for once in her life, speechless. She shuffled her feet and uncomfortably crossed her arms over her chest.
"I want you at the register, doing your job for the rest of the day! no breaks, no leaving or you're fired!"
"but... but Mr. Winters, my clothes..." Vicky stammered.
"What? These are the clothes you were trying on! If you want to look like a anime slut at work then you will!" He screamed. Vicky new she had no choice. In small shuffling steps she returned to the register, the whole store watching her bare ass twitch and jiggle.
Behind the counter Vicky was glad that at least no one could see her ridiculous thong. She could do nothing about her top though. Boys of all ages stared at her breast while she rung up the purchases, her face bright red.
She had another problem too. The itching was unbearable! she rubbed her thighs together, trying to stop the tingling. It was annoying, but strangely arousing.
Dawn, behind the counter with Vicky, watched the woman wobble in place uncomfortably while contemplating her next move.
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