The mall was crowded with people getting an early start on their Christmas shopping. Justine walked stiffly past stores with garish displays, past the food court and finally stopped across the walkway from the Victoria's Secret shop. The skin on her back, ass and upper thighs hurt where her clothes rubbed against the whelps and scabs left from her overnight stay at the "training house." The ride in her car from her house had left her near tears. Now she had to meet with one of the clerks at Victoria's Secret. The clerk's name was Sharon and she had sold Justine a bra two days ago. Justine had been directed by her Mistress, Jasmine, to buy a bra after being measured while naked from the waist up. However, at the last moment, the look in the young girl's eyes had terrified Justine and she had refused to be measured and paid for an off-the-rack bra and fled the store. Justine thought she could fool Jasmine by showing her the bra when next they met. However, Jasmine ordered Justine to meet her at a coffee shop at the mall. Noticing Justine nervousness, Jasmine took her to the Victoria's Secret shop to find out if Justine had done as she had been ordered. There the clerk, a young blonde named Sharon, detailed exactly what had happened between her and Justine. Jasmine was upset that Justine had again failed to do as she was told. This failure, compounded by Justine's lies about what had happened in the shop, had earned Justine another overnight training session. Now Jasmine had instructed Justine to go back to the store and to do whatever the salesgirl told her to do.
Justine looked across the walkway and decided that she had put off the meeting with Sharon as long as she could. She took a deep breath and walked slowly into the store.
Sharon had watched Justine as she stood across the walkway. She wondered if the old woman, she had to be in her forties, would have the nerve to come in. The Indian woman who had been with Justine earlier in the week had assured Sharon that Justine would be back and would belong to Sharon for one hour. Sharon didn't know what that meant exactly, but she was sure that she would have some fun with Justine. When Justine entered the store, Sharon walked up to her and, pretending that she didn't recognize Justine, said in her sweetest voice , "Hello ma'am, may I help you?"
Justine looked Sharon in eye, then turned her face away and replied, "You know why I'm here. Can we please just get this over with?"
Sharon smirked. "Well, what's her name, oh yeah, Jasmine, said that you were a little snotty sometimes."
Justine didn't respond, just bowed her head a little.
Sharon reached out and put her finger under Justine's chin and turned her face toward hers. "She also, said she wanted a report on your behavior."
Justine seemed to shrink within herself. "Sorry." She said softly. "What would you like to do?"
"Well," replied Sharon. "I think we should get your measurements. You know, just in case you need another bra or something."
"Ok," Justine said.
Sharon released Justine's chin. "This way then."
She led Justine through the racks of clothes to a small changing room. "Now, Justine, for me to get your measurements properly you need to remove all your clothes."
Justine looked at Sharon and hesitated.
