J McKenna - Naughty girl

“Well, it looks like it’s not needed now.”

Sammy nodded in understanding and grinned at the mortified DeeDee. “I think that outfit calls for a different blouse, don’t you, sir?”

Carl agreed. Just as Sammy brought out a yellow crop-top to try on, two teenagers rounded the corner and stopped, staring at the spectacle in front of them, their clothes forgotten in their hands.

“Don’t mind us, ladies,” Carl said at once. “You might even be able to help us decide. Do you think this blouse goes with this skirt?”

They approached warily. Sammy held up the new blouse over the pink one. “I don’t think you can really tell that way. Go ahead and put it on,” he told DeeDee.

Flaming red now, she unbuttoned the blouse and handed it to Sammy. Taking the other one, she put it on so quickly Carl thought she’d sprain a shoulder.

The teens gaped at the sight of her naked breasts then giggled to each other.

“Or do you think this skirt goes better?” he held up the micro-mini. He could see DeeDee’s eyes pleading with him.

“Gee, I dunno. I’d have to see it on her,” one of the pimply faced girls said.

Carl laughed inwardly. Girls can be so cruel!

“Yes, let’s see it.”

DeeDee turned away from them in an effort to gain a small measure of privacy, only to see herself in 3-D once again. Sammy handed her the skirt. For a brief moment she hesitated. Carl took one of the empty wooden hangers and held it sideways, as if he was preparing to spank her. DeeDee stripped off the leather skirt and quickly stepped into the micro-skirt. Carl waggled his finger, making her turn around.

“What do you think, ladies?” he said, pretending they were sophisticated shoppers.

“Oooh, it looks cool,” said one.

“Yeah,” giggled the other, pointing to between DeeDee’s legs, “but it looks like she could use a little clean up on aisle two!”

They dissolved into laughter. Her friend pulled her away before any more could be said. Carl imagined the girls thought they were all nuts. When they were gone, he turned to Sammy again. “We’ll take it all. Oh, and do you mind if Naughty Girl gets fingerprints on the mirror?”

Sammy looked puzzled all over again. “Um, no, but what—”

“Naughty Girl, lean over and put your palms flat on the glass.”

Carl thought DeeDee might melt into the floor. He realized he might be going too far, but he couldn’t resist the feeling of power it gave him. She remained perched on that delicious teeter-totter between stimulation and orgasm, embarrassment and release. Carl kept a close eye on her and tried to push her only as far as her old Master would’ve.

DeeDee leaned against the mirror, bending over at the waist. Her micro-skirt rode up, exposing half of her ass. He took the wooden hanger and—

“Okay, that’s enough,” Sammy said. “This is just too weird. I want you guys to leave before my boss gets here.”

Carl had expected that. He wasn’t really sure if he was prepared to spank DeeDee right in the store. He knew if he did, she’d probably come in a knee-buckling orgasm.

Now she’d have to wait a little longer.

“Very well,” he said, trying to look disappointed. “She’ll wear what she’s got on out of the store.”

Sammy rang up the purchase. All the while, the other patrons were staring at them. Apparently, the two teens had spread the word. DeeDee just stood there, legs clasped tightly together, trying to pull down her tiny skirt, while her nipples poked tents in her yellow shirt.

When they left, DeeDee turned immediately toward the parking lot.

“Wait,” Carl said. She froze.

“We need to get you some new shoes.”

“Shoes?! Please, Master,” she whispered. “I can’t get shoes dressed like this. They’ll see me!”

“Pronouns,” he warned. “Try again.”

“P-please, Master. Naughty Girl can’t get shoes dressed like t-this. They’ll see m-my p-pussy.”

Carl nodded. “That’s better. Didn’t your Master ever take you shopping?”

DeeDee bit her lip. Finally, she nodded.

“Did he take you to try on shoes, dressed in a short skirt?”

“N-n-not this short.”

“Well, if you like, we can put on the leather one, that’s longer.” He started to reach into the bag.

She panicked, no doubt thinking he’d make her change right here in the mall. “No, no, Master Carl. This is fine. Just fine.”

She walked in front of him as they headed to the shoe store. When they entered, Carl scanned the place, trying to find the right salesman for DeeDee. He spotted the perfect foil—a young, skinny redhead who probably hadn’t gotten laid since, well, forever. He dodged around a smooth, oily salesman type—just the man who’d love to stare up DeeDee’s skirt, and corralled the young man.

“Yes, can you help us?”

His eyes looked like silver dollars. His freckles seemed to glow. “Yessir, sir. Whatdja need?” His voice came in a rush. He cleared his throat. Behind Carl, he could hear the oily salesman curse under his breath.

“My girlfriend needs some high heels.”

His head nodded up and down so fast Carl thought it might come off. “Over here, sir, um, ma’am. There’s a nice selection. W-would this be for a f-f-formal occasion?”

“No, just for general wear,” he said. The fact that Carl answered for DeeDee wasn’t lost on the salesman. For her part, she just stood there like a statue, her legs tightly together.

Carl selected three pairs to try on, two black and one tan, but all had at least three-inch heels.

Wisely, the boy led them to a chair in the far corner of the store, and had her sit, facing sideways to the front. Still, everyone could see her long, beautiful legs stretched out in front of her.

“My name’s Danny,” he said by way of introduction.

“I’m Carl.” He waited, looking at DeeDee.

Finally, DeeDee spoke for the first time. “N-naughty Girl,” she whispered.

“Nau—” Danny was sure he had heard it wrong. “Naut—what?”

DeeDee was forced to say it again, louder. “Naughty Girl.”

He rocked back on his heels, his mouth open. He looked around to see if anyone else heard. Oily salesman certainly had; he was biting his knuckle hard, looking pained.

Danny tried to get back on track. “Ooo-kay. Now, what size do you wear?”

“Why don’t you measure, to make sure,” Carl put in.

The boy tried to keep the grin off his face with little success. He retrieved the silver scale and slid it under one of DeeDee’s delicate feet. She still had her legs tightly together. “Looks like a six,” he said, trying to keep his eyes from wandering up her leg.

He disappeared into the back room. Oily salesman took the opportunity to drift by. “Everything all right here?” he inquired, hoping Carl might ask him to take over the sale.

“We’re being helped,” he said pointedly. “He’s getting some shoes.”

“Ah. Very well then.” He looked disappointed. He finally drifted away. When Danny returned, Carl could see a bulge in his pants—not that he generally tended to observe such things.

The first pair of black pumps had four-inch heels. Better. Danny slipped them on. Carl noticed that DeeDee had allowed her legs to part just a little bit. It didn’t take much to allow her nakedness to peek out from under her skirt. Danny pretended not to notice.

“How’s that?”

DeeDee stood with some difficulty, trying to keep her legs together. She walked—no, tottered—around the room. She glared at Carl as if to ask him if he’d lost his mind.

“Are they comfortable?”

“Yes, but a little, um, tall,” she said.

“You look good. Walk to the front and back.”

Carl could see the redness flash on her cheeks like signal flags, but she obeyed without a word. Everyone in the store stared, as well as a few passing by outside, as DeeDee strolled carefully down the aisle then returned, careful to stay atop the teetering heels.