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Genevieve came out in this black shiny dress with slits up her thighs all the way up to her hips. I know she had no underwear on or if she did her thong was pulled up really high. My mouth dried as she came toward me trying to fix something.

“You're going to catch a fly in that open mouth,” she said, not looking up at me.

I scowled as she looked up at me. “I can’t help it if you make my brain freeze when I see you.”

She turned pink and I loved it. She walked closer and I grabbed her, making her straddle my lap. I caressed her hot pussy with my knuckles, disappointed that she had a thong.

“I was hoping you would be bare for me, Mistress,” I purred. “I could have made you feel good.”

“Oh, don’t tell me a little fabric is going to stop you,” she smirked.

I slid my finger under her underwear, she was slick with arousal and I rubbed my knuckle over her clit a few times, making her breath hitch. Removing my hand slowly, I brought my hand up to my mouth licking her arousal away. The air wasthick with tension and I was two seconds away from taking her to the dressing room and getting on my knees for her.

“Genny?”

Genevieve's head snapped to the side.

“Cheryl!”

Her voice was pitchy as she got off my lap like we were teenagers caught making out.

“What are you doing here?” Genevieve hugged the woman.

“I needed a new vibrator and decided I should bring my dress to get altered.” The woman looked over at me suspiciously as I chuckled.

“Oh,” Genevieve laughed nervously.

“Ahh, I get the sisters on the same day, I must be lucky,” Lou said walked to Cheryl and gave her a hug.

As Lou and Cheryl chatted, Genevieve headed back to the dressing room and I felt like something was wrong. Camila came up to me, looking at the changing room. I know she was wondering about her but I just shrugged. Genevieve came out of the dressing room subdued, walked past us to Lou and Cheryl. She started talking with them, almost as if we weren't even here.

My stomach sank at the blatant dismissal. Camila stiffened by me the same way I had. We shared a look as we waited for her to say something or maybe introduce us. Camila stood up as Cheryl looked at us, turning her body as if she was going to say hello but Genevieve grabbed her sister and pulled her to a display box.

I had a bad feeling and the look of confusion on Camila’s face told me she knew something was wrong too. She bit her lip, our sign to me that she wanted to leave, she felt embarrassed and so did I. We got up and I walked to the register to where we had all of our items.

“Ah, so everything?” Lou came over to us and I nodded.

He started to scan the items as I tried not to look over at Genevieve. Camila was looking at the display of glass dildos.

“Oh Lou, charge it on my account,” Genevieve said, walking up to us, still not looking at us.

“No,” I said a little too harshly. “Please charge it on my card.”

Lou looked between us, like he couldn’t decide.

“Lou, please charge it on our card, please,” Camila said sweetly.

He looked between all of us before he took my card.

“Sorry, Genevieve, two against one,” Lou chuckled and I flinched at his words.

“So, are you going to keep being an asshole or are you going to introduce us?”

I stilled at the words Cheryl had spoken.

“Oh, Cheryl, this is Camila and Luke. This is my sister,” Genevieve said, quickly glancing at me.

Genevieve’s mask was firmly in place with no sign of the women who came here with us.

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