Marissa straighted her hair one last time and stuffed her notebook into her purse. She was the local secret shopper, and it was her job to check out the boutique run by local designer Marin Adelaide, requested heavily since the man and his store's stock had seen a drastic change in little over a few months.
The moment she stepped inside, she realized what they meant by drastic: what once carried some fairly tasteful clothes for a variety of body types, had become a collection of slutty garbs sized for what could only be described as the bustiest of ladies. Corsets, wonder bras with matching thongs, see-through silk lingere and nighties, short shorts and crop tops, sultry stockings...
"See anythin' you like, sugah?" asked a brunette in a curve hugging polo with even tigher jeans and cowgirl boots.
"I'm just looking." Marissa said.
"Allright, but don'tcha be shy now iffin' ya change yer mind." the southern girl said with a wink.
There was a commotion at the resigter:
"What do you mean they don't sell Marion Marue heels anymore?!" an angry blonde yelled at a tanned brunette Asian looking girl with short hair and a body just as endowed as the southern belle. Her name tag read "Fiona".
Fiona calmy reasoned with "Sorry, we sold our last pair a few hours ago, but we do carry-"
"Way too fucking tall stripper heels!" The blonde said as she set down a pair of heels at least seven inches tall.
"Ah can make these work, Fio." the southern belle smiled.
"Thanks, Lucy." Fina smiled as her friend took the customer to the changing room.
Marissa kept on looking through the merch, failing to find any bra with a cupsize below 75C. And she caught a glimpse of another stacked employee (did see really just say stacked?) smoking a cigarette while leaning against the back door and letting a breeze in.
"Need anything?" the girls asked as she stomped on the end of her smoke.
"Oh no, just browsing." Marrisa said as she went upstairs.
It was the same story for the bikinis in the swimwear section as the bras, seemingly tailored for girls with huge titties (titties?).
Marissa giggled to herself, "I'm surrounded by so many slutty outfits that I'm thinking like one."
'Slut... something sounds nice about it... something sexy, something exciting.' Marissa randomly thought.
"Hey beautiful, looking for anything in particular?" asked a fit blonde with blue eyes.
"I was, ummmmmm, looking for like, a cute little g-string." Marissa replied while absentmindedly twirling a strand of her hair around her fingertip.
"Sure thing, got to the wall on your left." the blonde said while she pointed to the wall. Her nametag read "Samantha: Co-Owner".
Marissa grabbed a neon pink g-string bikini and took it into the changing room, slipping it on and posing in front of the mirror.
"I'm... soooooo... hawt!" Marissa smiled as she cupped her double D titties and gave them a good squeeze, moaning as red hot pleasure ran down her spine. She smacked her booty and watched it jiggle around before twerking at the mirror and savoring the audible clapping sound of her buttcheeks. She wished she'd known sooner...
'Ummm, hello Melissa! You like, shop here alllll the time.' her mental voice said.
This place always had the sexiest stuff to wear. Melissa strutted down to the register and paid for her goods.
"You sure come here often." Fiona smiled, "Have a nice day!"
"Thanks, I will sexy." Melissa said with a wink.
The other girls would be "totes" jealous at Brad's pool party...
The End
Sorry it took so long, life and stuff happened, got busy.