Authors notes: This is a stand-alone story, following Alice, who was given some questionable advice to go shopping at an adult store in a bad neighborhood.
*I've decided to have fun and use some characters from my 'Mercy Makes Three of a Kind' series, placing them in an alternate universe. The events here have no bearing or relevance to the main story.
*Beware, This story is a lesbian D/s story with major themes of BDSM and nonconsenting/reluctance.
*A very big thank you to Jordan Church for taking the time to edit and help me out.
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You'd normally think me better than to be in such a place as this. I've never been to the northeast of the city. It has a... reputation for being somewhat dilapidated and seedy.
Yet here I am, standing outside of this otherwise unassuming store. The building is a part of a strip of stores. There's a ho-hum-looking Chinese food place next door and a run-down tattoo place shouldering this building that I'm working up the nerve to enter.
The building is painted a faded purple, with the windows mirrored to hide the contents inside. The sign above reads Charity's Toy Box, and a coworker and friend told me that it's an incredible store with a massive selection.
"It's life-changing." Those were the words my friend and supervisor, Marcy told me. From her mouth to my ears.
It takes me a few moments to collect myself. I take a deep breath and then I open the door. It's slightly more difficult than I'd expected to open, and it takes me two tries. I feel like I'm off to a bad start.
A bell chimed my arrival inside and it was almost blinding how bright it was. The lights are bright, and the room is nearly sparkling clean. It feels like I've just stepped into another world given the poor state of the outside neighbourhood.
Looking around, the adult store is far larger than I'd assumed. The walls to my right are aligned with pornographic films, but given the state of things, there aren't as many as there probably once were on display.
The furthest wall from me is a large array of sex toys. I can see them from the entrance lining the walls. Even from here, I can see the selection is vast. There are aisles and aisles of miscellaneous items, ranging from simple cock rings and light bondage items to nipple clips and clamps.
There is also a small, delightful display of bachelorette gifts. The usual things you expect are penis everything. Penis straws, penis-shaped backing sheets, and noise makers with boobs and of course penises on them. The sight puts a smile on my face.
To my left, I see the things I've arrived for, the erotic clothing. I can see racks upon racks of selections. The sexy Halloween costumes range from sexy cheerleaders to sexy police officers and even sexy construction workers.
I even see the one that would most likely suit me best; sexy nurse.
I laugh at the idea of showing up to work my shift wearing that little number instead of my scrubs. The doctors and patients would probably love seeing me wearing the almost cartoonish outfit.
Making my way towards the clothing, I stop to feel the material of the nurse costume. The biggest drawback that I see, is that the chest area of the costume looks like it would be uncomfortably tight. However, in this circumstance, would that be a bad thing? I'd certainly leave a lasting impression.
"I don't think that would fit you. Not properly, at least."
I let out a slight scream in surprise. I'd not even noticed anyone in the store with me. My embarrassment feels tenfold as I look over to the young girl standing beside me. Maybe young isn't the word, she looks to be close to the same age as me.
"I was... just admiring the material," I say, placing the costume back onto the rack. "I thought it would be funny if I wore it to work. I'm a nurse you see..."
She doesn't look impressed. She's got one of those everlasting bitch faces people used to joke about. I watch as this girl chews on her bubble gum, looking me over. She's got bright purple hair that seems to compliment her tanned skin.
The thought comes to my mind that maybe she is wearing all this just to fit in with this neighborhood, but her demeanor tells me that this all comes off naturally to her. She's dressed in a tight black tank top that makes her breasts stand out. I can see her nipple studs through the material. It matches with all the other piercings that adorn her face, ears, and nose. Lastly, she's wearing torn-up jeans. She's got a real punk rocker look that seems par for this neighborhood.
My words seem to hang in the air as she looks me over. Then, with a radiant smile, she lifts a hand out to me, "I'm sorry if I've come off a bit callous. It's a rough neighborhood and sometimes you've got to play the part to fit in. My name is Rose. It's nice to meet you."
I smile back, feeling my nerves calm down rapidly. As I shake her hand, I smell her wonderful perfume. It smells of petrichor, one of my favorite smells.
"I'm Alice. This is... I'm..." I find it difficult to talk now. I can't help but feel embarrassed at the reason I'm here.
I finally blurt out, "I'm sorry. It's just, I don't usually go into sex stores. My friend recommended me to this one. She told me it's got a really good reputation for 'life-changing experiences.' If that can be believed."
Rose's smile only seems to brighten further at my words. "Well, I'll admit that we've certainly grown in reputation ever since Charity took over the store. I'm glad to see that word is making its way around. Maybe we'll start getting more customers."
"So, what are you looking for in particular?" Rose asked me, her smile fading back into her more bitchy neutral face.
It was embarrassing, but I've always thought honesty to be the best policy. I cleared my throat and told her, "I have been set up to go on a date tomorrow night. I'm... hoping," I struggled with the words, but Rose waited patiently, "I'm hoping that I can impress him with some lingerie. You know... if things... go that way."
I felt my face begin to blush as I explained myself. I've never been so upfront about such things before. Rose stared at me with those piercing blue eyes of hers. It almost felt like she could look right into my soul.
Her face remained neutral as she began looking me over. I felt my hands clasp in front of me as Rose circled me, examining me. Her hand would on occasion reach out, and poke and prod me. I couldn't help but shift and gasp during her couple of laps of me.
"I have a feeling that we are in the wrong area. Come with me." Rose said, walking deeper into the store. I looked about. Then I felt silly. Of course, she was talking to me, there was no one else here. I quickly followed her.
As we neared the back, Rose stopped near a wall covered in leather outfits. She looked back at me, waiting for me to catch up to her. Then, she handed me a bundle of leather straps. They were connected by several metal rings.
"Feel the material, smell it. There's nothing like it." Rose told me. With her hand holding mine, she had me move my fingers over the leather. I found it soft and supple. I took a smell of it, as Rose pushed the bundle closer to my nose. She was indeed correct; it was a smell I liked. A lot.
"If you want to get this guy going. I mean, really have his jaw drop. You wear this. Period." Rose punctuated her words with such finality, that it left no room for debate.
"I-I've never worn anything like this... It doesn't even look like... clothing. How do you even put It on?" I asked her. I kept moving and shifting the leather straps in my hands. It would roll and drop down, but I had no clue how this would even constitute clothing, or which side was up.
"No worries at all. I can help you, Alice. I'm paid to help, and I'm very proud to be of any assistance" Rose offered her smile, but once more it failed to reach her eyes. It left me feeling a little unsure. She continued "This particular outfit comes with these fun matching bracelets."
I'll confess, I was interested. I had some friends who liked to dress up in outfits like this. The thing was, they were all more... flat-chested. I was far from flat and I wondered if such apparel would even look good on me.
It was just us two in here...
"Can you help me try it on? I don't even know which way is up on it." I told Rose while smiling.
She grabbed a few more items, the bracelets, and some other items, and then led me to the 'Changing room'. It was more like a small corner with a mirror, and a shower curtain draped in a semicircle. After some attempts at trying to figure out how to even put on the leather outfit, I relented and asked Rose for aid.
"The problem is this." Rose said, entering the 'change room'. She pulled on the shoulder of my yellow blouse.
"This sort of outfit has to be set on skin. The panties are fine, but the shirt, skirt, and bra need to go." Rose told me. She had a look and sound of irritation that had me feeling nervous. Like I was being a hassle. I wanted to say something, but... I had trouble expressing it.
Rose glared at me, and I decided that it was easier just to go with it. I still had questions I wanted answered and if this was a way to find out, I'd do it. Besides, it was just her and I in the store. She was also a female. I think if it was a guy, I would have screamed and ran.
I began pulling my shirt off. I could feel my face flush. This was different than I'd been expecting, and Rose just seemed to watch me. I swear I saw her lick her lips. I'd nearly decided to call it all off when Rose stepped closer and unclipped my bra.
"What're you doing?" I asked her as my girls fell free. My hands had gone to cover my nipples, though Rose had already seen my little pink buds.
"This is taking too long, Alice. I'm just helping move things along." Rose answered, not even looking at me. She just continued undressing me, reaching down and unclipping my skirt. I wondered if I should stop her, but she'd already pulled my bra off. What good would it do to stop her now? She'd probably only get angry.
My skirt had fallen to my feet, leaving me only wearing my little pink panties.
