As you reach for the gold armor, you hear Brooke squeal. You turn to
look at her as she says, "Oh, honey, this will be perfect for us!"
You go over for a closer look. She's standing in front of a pair of
mannequins clad in bondage wear.
"Kinky," you say nervously, "Uh, didn't know you were into this sort
of thing?"
The female mannequin is clearly dressed as a dominatrix, and her male
counterpart is obviously her slave boy. The coiled whip on her belt
looks like it would hurt.
"Oh, seriously, hon," she laughed, "I'm talking about the Masquerade
this Saturday Night!"
"I thought you were going as a cheerleader and I was going as a
football player?"
"That's what everyone will be going as - we need to stand out if we're
going to win the trophy, "Now instead of just football gear - you were
wearing this with your football helmet, jersey, and jockstrap, and I
was in the dominatrix outfit with my 3/4 cheerleader's sweater and pom
poms hanging from the other side of the belt?"
"A mah-velous idea, miss," said a very gay sounding voice from behind
you, "And my I suggest you hang a small dildo from the strap on his
helmet that normally holds his mouthpiece?"
"Oooh, perfect!" she squeals.
"I don't know, that's kind of g- uh, over the top, don't you think?
They might ban us as obscene. Remember last year, Lady Godiva?"
"She wasn't wearing anything, honey, and he was only wearing a horse
head mask and a tail! It's not at all the same thing. If she worn a
wig, and he'd had on some shorts or a jockstrap, it would've been
okay." Then turning to the fruity clerk in the pink satin shirt and
white trousers, she asked, "Do you have a dressing room where we can
try these on?"
"Certainly, Madam!" he said clapping his hands eagerly. Just through
that curtain there are two clearly marked "Changing Rooms". You may
start undressing, and I will bring you each your outfits."
"Thank you, sir. Come on, Honey!"