Pi Pi Pi/Try and talk your way out of this jam

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Current revision as of 09:29, 27 April 2014

You step into the dressing room, bag in hand with the intent of trying to talk your...new friend out of the little show he wants you to put on. Granted you've changed cloths in front of people before you're just not a fan of doing it in front of a guy you've just met. As you step in closing the door behind you you notice that he's already sitting in the bench in the corner of the dressing room.

"Look, I'm really sorry but my friend miss spoke" setting the bag down on the ground between the two of you.

"About what?" he asks as he raises an eyebrow.

"I'm really not comfortable with all this I..."

"Well I've already paid for that dress, we had a deal" clearly becoming impatient.

"Oh, I'd gladly pay you back I'm just not..."

"I'm not interested in your money I'm interested in you" he steps up from the chair standing up in front of you as he takes a step forward towards the bag. Bending down he reaches in and pulls out the dress holding it up by it's hanger, almost as if he's presenting it to you. "Now if you'd please put on the dress you can go on with the rest of your day" he says with a big grin on his face.

You look back at the door, noticing your friend's feet blocking your only way out. You're stuck and he's certainly not letting you out of the bargain. With a sigh of defeat you take the dress from his hand and turn around, setting it on the hook on the door.

"Good," turning around he sits back on the bench with your back still to him.

You reach down linking your fingers on the hem of your low cut top before reaching up pulling it up off over your head. His eyes widen a bit noticing you're not wearing a bra, even if he can only see your back. You wrap your arm around your chest holding up your breasts but being sure to cover your nipples as you turn to face him with the top of the three part dress in hand. He grins knowing you can't hold your arm there for long. You let out a bit of a sigh as you drop your arm exposing yourself to him as you drape the dress over your head pulling it down over your breasts, though still clearly visible under the fabric to those who decide to give them a good hard look. The dress drapes over your skirt, witch you now grab in your hands as you wiggle it down your legs before resting at your feet. Once again the cashier notices you aren't wearing any underwear and a bulge in his pants starts to form. You turn taking the last two pieces of the outfit from the hanger, a garter and panties. You turn around and bend a knee, slipping the garter up your leg and hold the panties for a moment trying to decide if you'd even be allowed to wear them. Its at this point the not so peeping tom decides to take matters into his own hands, unzipping his pants and reaching in to pull out his throbbing shaft.

"H-Hey...the deal was to watch" you respond, confused.

"And that's what I'm doing, I'm watching," he smiles again, with his hand wrapped around his cock stroking it slowly.

"That's a little more then watching."

"Could you blame me, you're the girl not even wearing her underwear in public. The way I see it you can either help me or finish changing and get out of here."

You stand there with the last of your outfit in hand, you can finish what you started and leave or help out your new...friend.

What do you do?

• Finish what you started and leave.
• Well it is a nice cock.