Page 8 of Free for Adventure

Ahheel smiled. “You never know. Okay. Here we are.”

There was a separate change room, and she put on the sports suits one by one, picking two. The final selections made her laugh. “Ahheel, where is the fabric on these?”

“Look close. It’s there.”

Wearing the disposable plastic panties that were an adhesive strip, she put on the bikinis and looked at the bright blaze of the tattoo on her back. She sighed. If she hadn’t met a lot of women with marks of a similar nature, she would have been freaking out and seeking a priest.

“Amby? How are things going?”

She walked over to the door and flipped it open. Ahheel’s breath left her lungs in a whoosh.

Ohno stepped forward, and the colour left his face.

Amby blushed. “That bad? Told you sports all the way.”

Ahheel smiled weakly. “Not bad at all. Try the blue one.”

She shrugged and went back into the room and quickly changed. This one was fancier and a little more structured.

Amby stepped out and noticed that Ohno had angled himself a certain way. She turned and thudded her head against the doorway. “Mirror behind me.”

Ahheel shrugged weakly. “Yeah. It’s an amazing tattoo, and it’s moving. Can you feel the ray swimming?”

“Only when agitated. The butterflies get excited when I am moving, and the cascade just keeps me calm.”

“So, those are the only alphas you are interested in?”

“I am not interested in these ones? The marks appeared. I didn’t make a wish. They are just there.”

She shrugged. “Okay. I do like this one despite the exposure.”

“What is your concern with exposure? Your body is lovely,” Ohno asked with a genuine expression.

“Oh. That is simply because of my upbringing.” She backed into the change room. “I will explain it when I am dressed.”

She was naked except for the sticker when a hand came in with a very pretty two-piece. She sighed and said. “Fine, one more.”

Amby put the last suit on, and it was even nicer than the second. It supported her breasts, showing off plenty of cleavage at the same time. It was flat silver with small dots on the edge in a specific pattern that was oddly familiar. She turned and checked out her front reflection and smiled.

Ohno asked, “Can we see it?”

Amby sighed and stepped out. “I hate that I like this so much.”

She put her hands on her hips. Ohno was looking at her with shining eyes. Ahheel had her hand to her mouth. “Oh, goodness.”

“What? Did I put it on wrong?”

Ahheel shook her head. “No, it is perfect.”

“Okay. I am just going to change.” She backed away from Ohno and closed the door. She had seen alphas like that before. He had fixated on her.

She got into her far-from-sexy street clothes as fast as she could. When she was dressed again, she realized she had left the sticker on. She sighed, slipped her leggings and underwear down, and then ripped the sticker off. She hissed and discarded the sticker in the small receptacle.

She stepped out once her clothes were right again. “Okay. So, I like these two.” She held up the one-piece racer-style suit.

Ohno murmured, “What about the silver two-piece?”

“Uh, no. I will skip that. I am just here to do a job, not taunt alphas into coming after me.”

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