Page 20 of Sugar Baby

SugarBB_Emmy:Is that okay, Daddies? Or would you prefer to pick my outfit?

I really want it to be okay, because that bodysuit I saw online is freaking perfect. It’s sexy but cute. And if I can manage to do my makeup just right, then I should be able to pull off the look I have in my head.

Brat4Us:That works perfectly for us, baby girl. We’re excited to see whatever you would like to show us.

Phew. Okay. So, I’m doing okay so far. I didn’t scare them off earlier.

Buoyed by their words, I manage to get my feet to carry me into the store. There’s a privacy wall at the entrance that you have to zigzag around to get into the main area. And, holy fuck, I have never seen so much lace and so many tiny little bows in one place.

After a few seconds of my wide-eyed staring, one of the sales ladies takes pity on me. Her figure-hugging, black tunic dress has a deep V in the front, showcasing her ample cleavage, and thick platinum blonde bangs form a line across her forehead while the rest of her hair is pulled back in a severe ponytail. If it weren’t for the huge smile on her face, I’d think she was kicking me out of the store. “Hey there, you look like you could use a little help.”

I nod, trying to keep the movement at a normal pace, instead of bouncing with theseriously out of comfort zonenervousness that I’m feeling. “Ah, yeah. I mean, yes, please. Sorry. I’ve never bought anything like this before.”

Her expression turns understanding. “Okay, so can I assume you’ve never had a proper bra fitting before?”

When her gaze flickers down to my not overly exposed breasts in the tank top I’m wearing, I don’t feel bad when I do the same to her and catch sight of her name tag. Lisa.

Shaking my head in response to her question, I unlock my phone and open up the web browser I left my earlier search on. “I’m actually here, looking for this, specifically.”

Her gaze darts to my phone before she goes full Cheshire cat on me. “Ah, the Lola. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

The muscle above my eyebrow twitches as I force my face to stay neutral, because who talks about clothes like that? “Um, yeah. Gorgeous. I’d also like to try on a few other things as well. Do you have any of those see-through nightie things?”

It’s Lisa’s turn to will her face not to show her feelings, but when her gaze flickers down my body again, this time pausing on my clothing and how it's clearly seen better days, I can all but see the words inside her head written in neon flashing letters above her head.

Poor. Shoplifter. Can’t afford to breathe the air in this store.

So, to cut off any conversations heading in that direction, I quickly reach for the wad of cash shoved into my pocket, because I want the lingerie more than I care about embarrassing myself. “I can pay. I have money.”

For a beat, Lisa simply stares at my offered cash, but then all the tension leaves her body as the stick is removed from her ass. Figuratively speaking. “Sorry. We’ve had a few fitting room thieves recently. Come on, let’s get Lola and while you try that on, I’ll find you some other things that will look good with your body type.”

With nerves filling my stomach, I follow her through the store. As we approach a rack filled with lacy one pieces, I spot Lola and grin. Lisa flicks through the rack, pausing to eye me critically before making her selection. Without a word, she leads me to the fitting rooms and links the black-silk-covered hanger to a hook on the wall.

“Leave your underwear on, but remove your bra. Once you have it on, call out and I’ll check the fit.”

Before I can ask any questions, she unwinds the gold rope from around the heavy red velvet curtain and pulls it shut, leaving me alone with nothing but my reflection on two walls and a dark red cushioned seat in the corner.

Well, okay, then.

Chapter 9

Emery

I empty my pockets of my phone, the cash, and a lip balm, and place them all on the chair. Then I toe off my worn sneakers and strip down to my underwear, leaving a pile of frayed and threadbare fabric on the floor.

My reflection stares back at me. I return the stare candidly, trying to see myself as though it's for the first time. Probablythinner than I should be, but at least it makes my tits stand out. I’ve always had a decent handful, with dusky pink nipples surrounded by creamy flesh. My ribcage dips into a thin waist and my hip bones protrude a little.

Nothing a few days of eating like Oakley won’t cure.

Reaching for the hanger, I very gently untangle the straps and the little extra ribbon things that make the lingerie hang prettily. Gathering it into my hands, I marvel at how the lace is even more delicate than it looks, before I lift one foot and slide the fabric up my leg.

I do the same with the other leg, and as carefully as possible, I work it up and around my body. The lace feels like a second skin; Lisa evidently picked my size perfectly. Once I have the straps in place, I go about straightening everything and, can I just say, having nothing but a thick piece of black satin protecting your tits from the air conditioning is fucking weird.

The satin is slightly too loose, so I undo the bow and, yep, there are my nipples. I do my best to replicate the pretty bow, but it turns out lopsided.

“How are we doing in here?”

I roll my eyes at the use of the royalwe. “Ah, good, I think. But I ruined the bow.”

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