I walked home, heels clicking on the pavement, feeling full of life. What had I done? Something completely out of the ordinary, and it had left me feeling, well, amazing. The world seemed brighter, sharper, louder—Like I had been looking at the world through dirty sunglasses, and now I'd taken them off. I got back to my flat and climbed the stairs; let myself in, dropped my bag, took off my coat and collapsed once more into my chair.
Wow. Now what? It felt like whatever I did with the rest of my day would be a let down compared with that... Given the remnants of cum in my hair and on my face, I decided to take a shower. I threw my dress and undies in the dirty clothes hamper and got under the shower. It felt so good to get clean after what had happened at the shop. I wrapped myself in a towel and my hair in another, then went back into the sitting room. My mobile buzzed, indicating I had a new message; and I rummaged about in my bag to find it; pulling out my latex gifts in the process.
The message was from the agency, indicating somewhat apologetically that they didn't have anything for me for the next week. Bugger. I had been relying on that income to cover my rent, which was due at the end of the following week. With missing the end of this week's work and all of next, I was skint. Bugger.
I needed to do something to cheer myself up. Then I looked again at the lingerie in my lap and realised—that would cheer me up; why don't I get dressed up? I stood up, dropped the towel to the floor and put on the G-string, stockings and corset. Then I searched out some high-heeled patent boots from the closet and added them to the ensemble. With my hair tied back in a ponytail, I looked at myself in the full-length wardrobe mirror. Wow. The black latex corset accentuated my assets: my trim waist, my big boobs. The latex stockings looked gorgeous on my legs and went beautifully with my boots. A little eye shadow, rouge and scarlet lipstick and I went from wow, to... well, amazing. I tried strutting around my flat in this get up, and, I have to say, it got me pretty excited. I was still skint, but now I was excited too.
If it felt this good to walk around my flat dressed like this, what on earth would it be like to be out and about dressed like this? Even with my long black coat on over this get-up, the latex stockings would be a bit of a giveaway that something was a little... out of the ordinary.
A lump came to my throat as I started thinking about it. How fun would it be to walk the streets like this, with everyone who passed me by wondering what was underneath my coat. The more I thought about it the hornier I got. I got to the point where I couldn't imagine not doing it. I got my keys, wallet and phone and put them in my coat pocket; wrapped myself in my coat, took a deep breath and opened the door.
A few seconds later I was out on the street. Every so often, I'd meet someone in the street, and get looks of astonishment from those that saw me. The men looked like they would start drooling; women tended to look at me like I was a slut. But what a buzz! After a while, I found myself heading back towards the shop. I stopped and thought. Do I really want to go back there? To the still nameless man who wanked off over me this morning? I realised I did. I wanted to show him the outfit he'd given me, and gauge his reaction.
This time, when the buzzer sounded as I opened the door, I was ready for it. I looked over at the counter and there he was. He had just glanced up from a magazine, when he did a double take. I smiled and walked over to him.
He gulped, then started, "Hello."
"Hi."
He looked me up and down, and realised I was wearing the latex stockings. "Oh God." He said. "Are you wearing the rest of that outfit too?"
"What do you think?"
"Oh shit." He gulped again. "I'd love to see..."
I raised my eyebrows. I felt I had power over this man, and I suppose I did. "I bet you would." I let the words hang in the air...
"Do you think you could make it worth my while?"
I smiled and nonchalantly started browsing around the shop—looking at this and that, heading past the magazines and DVDs to the toys. I absently picked up a ball gag, held it up to my face before putting it down again, then found a riding crop. I swished it back and forth, then held both ends and felt its springiness as I flexed it.
There were all sorts of things in this section: whips, handcuffs, gags. Sexy exciting stuff... The guy was tongue-tied. Had no idea what to say. Before he could say anything, the buzzer sounded and someone else came in. A middle-aged man in a raincoat and carrying a briefcase. He seemed a little startled to see me there, and started to look through the magazines. Every so often he'd glance over at me and I smiled back. The third time, after he'd looked me up and down, I winked at him. Where had that come from? When did I start winking at strangers in sex shops? I suppose it shouldn't shock me so much, given what had already happened that day.
I looked back at the shop assistant and unbuttoned the top couple of buttons of my coat; just enough that he could see some cleavage. He groaned quietly. I could sense that the other guy's interest was piqued. I turned to him and smiled, lifting my leg just a little so that it pushed apart the bottom of my coat; it gave him a tantalizing look at my latex covered thigh. I smiled and winked again. It wasn't me blushing any more.
"Wh... what do you want?" Asked the shop assistant.
"What do I want?" I repeated, "I think that rather depends on what you want..."
"I..." He whispered, stammering, "I want to see you in that outfit. And... and I'd like to take pictures too."
The middle-aged guy was inching closer, I think he got the gist of our conversation and wanted to listen in.
"And what do you think that's worth?" I asked.
"Another twenty quid?"
"Just for a picture of me in this outfit?"
"Well... maybe more than one...? And what if you took off the outfit too?"
"That'll cost you more..."
"Uh. OK."
"And no touching."
"How much more?"
I had to do some quick mental maths. If I played this well, I might end up having the rent to pay at the end of the week. I turned to the other guy. "Are you interested too?"
"Very." He replied. His cheeks were beet red. I had the feeling that he hadn't always been the most adventurous of people in the bedroom.
"Well... let me see. How about, you can take as many pictures as you like, and I'll wear whatever you like from this shop. But no touching. The session lasts an hour and you give me a hundred quid each—plus, anything you give me to wear, I get to keep."
They agreed way too easily. I think I could have asked for more, but a deal is a deal. It seemed that, for a hundred quid, they were both happy enough with their camera phones. The shop assistant put a note on the door, saying that the shop was closed for lunch. That gave us free rein in the shop—we didn't need to move to that dirty back room.
I faced the two of them and unbuttoned my coat, I opened it like a flasher and showed off my outfit in all its glory. They loved how I looked and started taking pictures. I smiled, then bit my lip, winked; posing for their cameras, giving them a show. Then I shrugged the coat from my shoulders and put my hands on my hips; click, click. I folded my arms under my boobs, lifting them up, showing them off. They loved that too. I turned away from them and bent over, feeling the latex G-string between my buttocks, knowing that I was showing off my arse to these two lechers. I looked back over my shoulder, with my hands on my arse cheeks and they seemed to love that pose—especially when I licked my lips.
"C... c... can you take off that G-string?" Asked middle-aged guy.
I smiled at him and, still bending over, slid the knickers down my legs, so I was showing off my bare arse to him.
"Now stand with your legs further apart, please." He said. I parted my legs, my feet a good three feet apart. I realised then he had a great view of my pussy as he clicked away with his camera phone. "Yes." He said, "Just like that."
I stood up and turned around, letting them both see my hairy pussy. They clicked away like mad things and I could see bulges in both their trousers.
Shop assistant piped up then, "Let us see you wearing something else."
"Like what?"
He went over to the lingerie section and picked out a fishnet mini-dress. The thing would have been completely indecent to wear in public, but then I guess that was the point. I undid the corset and, as my tits popped out, I realised I hadn't shown them off before—at least not to either of these two. I wriggled into the mini-dress and asked them how I looked.
