The Hunger Ch. 13

When she was finished and I was again getting dressed, for who knew how many times, I had an idea. "Sue, would you mind getting my friend Heather's measurements while you are at it and just holding them for us. After I get this one back, she may decide she just has to have one too."

Sensing the chance at another big sale, she quickly agreed. Heather's eyes were wide as she stood there silently and was measured. I could sense her excitement. I think I made Sue's day with more than a big sale. From my perspective I could see that she was very much interested in Heather's sleek and fit torso as well. Sue is an attractive, elegant middle aged woman and she reminded me a little bit of Sharon. I had never really considered her in a sexual way in the past. I decided to reconsider that status. Perhaps it was her, or perhaps it was me, but there was just a subtle, sexual vibe present.

Sharon had once referred to something she called "swingdar," which I guess is analogous to "gaydar." She claimed to be able to somehow sense that someone that she had just met may be swinger, or at least open minded when it came to sex. Perhaps I was developing my own swingdar capabilities? I decided I would pay Sue a visit in the near future and perhaps further explore my suspicions about her.

Sue said there was one more step in the ordering process and she got a three ring binder that said "Ann's Corsets" on the cover. She had me pick out a corset design and a fabric from the swatches in the binder. She was very helpful as she went over the various designs. I finally decided on a full length model that came down to my hips. The bra cups had one interesting feature. The cups could be folded inwards so that it could be worn either as open cup, similar to a shelf bra, or as a full cup. The full cup allowed it to be worn as outerwear, with a skirt, and maybe a jacket to make up a full outfit. I liked the idea and it fit well into my plan of flexibility. It also had detachable garters, which I liked. She also mentioned that it would be designed so that it could be tightened up to 4 inches, depending on my desires for "waist training." I had a vague idea of what Sue meant by waist training but I decided to do some research later and find out more.

With the order completed, we went back to the register and I resigned myself to facing up to the music and seeing how bad the damage was going to be. I showed Sue my repeat customer card that entitled me to a 10% discount. I had gotten that on a previous visit when I realized that I was going to be making many repeat visits to the store. I didn't realize how big a deal it was going to be at the time. Sue saw it in my hand and said that for a purchase of this size she could do a little better than 10%. That was music to my ears. She tacked on an additional 10%, bringing my discount up to 20%.

While she was ringing up our purchases, I noticed something in the glass display case at the cash register and stopped Sue and asked her about it. Basically, it was a fake pearl G-string. I thought that was a fun and interesting idea and not very expensive. I pointed it out to Heather and she giggled and agreed. I told Sue to add two of them to our purchases.

I also grabbed several pairs of hose from a nearby rack and threw them in. I knew I would be wearing hose more often and had already decided that I was going to avoid wearing panty hose as much as was practical. I had grown to enjoy the freedom of not having my crotch enclosed in hot nylon and the extra hassle of stocking was worth it. The fact that I was going to be out on the streets making sales calls, and not in an air conditioned office most of the time, made this a more important consideration for me. I got both stay up hose, and some sexy lace top hose that I could wear with garters. Some had a seam running down them. I also splurged on a couple of pairs of expensive silk hose. I justified their purchase with the fact they were less likely to run than nylon hose.

I was somewhat shocked at the total when Sue was finished, but it wasn't as bad as I had expected. Heather's eyes went wide when she saw how much I was spending. I just handed over my debit card and watched as a good sized chunk of my windfall from selling the car dissolved with a swipe of the card. 'Oh well, easy come, easy go,' I said to myself. Besides, I would probably never need to go all out like this again. I resigned myself to the fact that this was a one time splurge. Then I reminded myself that I still owed the final payment on the corset as well. That was going to be another $200 but I would have 2 paychecks in the bank before I would have to come up with that.

We said our "goodbyes and thank yous" to Sue and struggled to carry several large bags out to my car. I was instantly happy that we were in my larger company car. The purchases from the lingerie store almost filled the trunk by themselves and the day was still young. I had never considered the possibility of buying lingerie in such bulk.

"Spending money makes me hungry, you ready for some lunch?" I asked Heather.

"Yes, definitely," she replied. I led her to a nearby bistro that was within walking distance.

After we had settled in and placed our order for ice tea and splitting a large chicken Caesar salad, Heather looked at me and said, "I can't believe you."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't believe you just spent that much money on underwear," she replied.

"It was fun, wasn't it?" I asked in reply.

"Yea, but that was a lot of money."

"I know, but look at it this way, its not like it was a one shot deal right? Unless we balloon up to two hundred pounds, which isn't likely in the near future, it's something we can both continue to enjoy for years to come. It's not like we walked into a casino or something and blew the money with nothing to show for it. Besides, I can justify at least part of it as being new wardrobe for my new job."

"I guess so, but it's still a lot of money," she moaned.

"It was worth it, and besides, it was the most fun I have had with clothes on, even if it wasn't a lot of clothes, in a long time."

"Yea, it was fun. Thank you so much."

I returned her smile and said, "You're very welcome and feel free to fully show your appreciation later on."

"I plan on it, trust me on that," she said, grinning broadly.

About that time the waiter appeared with our salad and an extra plate to split the salad and we changed the topic. The rest of our lunch time conversation was devoted to discussion of the rest of our shopping extravaganza and preparations for the trip to the camp.

We also agreed to split a piece of cheesecake. We readily justified the extra calories as being a reward for only having hadsalad for lunch.

Heather insisted on paying for lunch. It wasn't much and I knew that paying would probably help resolve any guilt she felt at how much I had spent on her. So, I let her pay for it without too much argument, as long as I could leave the tip. She agreed to the compromise. We left cash on the table for the waiter and were quickly back on the road again.

When we were back in the car I had a sudden thought. "Heather, you don't own any sex toys, so you?" I asked.

"No, not unless you count my fingers," she giggled sheepishly. "My old college roommate bought me a cheap little vibrator once, mainly as a joke, but it didn't last long and I have always been too embarrassed to buy one for myself. It was pretty weak and was enough to get me aroused but not enough to make me cum," she explained.

"There's one of those big adult bookstores on the way to our next stop. I've always wanted to check it out. When I started buying toys, I was pretty shy about it too and got most of mine online. Since I have you with me to help fight off the perverts, I think I might be able to check it out. Whaddya say, will you be my body guard?"

"OK," she replied, a little hesitantly, "I guess I can give it a try, as long as I have you with me for moral support."

"I feel the same way," I replied.

"Just promise me one thing?"

"What's that?"

"Just don't go crazy buying stuff for me like at the lingerie store," she replied seriously.

"I won't make any promises I can't keep," I said while turning to grin at her.

Luckily, this conversation was terminated by our arrival at the bookstore. I encouraged Heather to hurry up, before we lost our nerve.

We entered the store and were a bit surprised. First, we had to show ID to the young cute clerk to prove that we were over 18. I wasn't expecting that. Next, the place wasn't as sleazy as I was expecting. It was clean, well lit, and the products were well displayed. There were a few men wandering the aisles, and even two couples. The men, for the most part, looked like typical business or trade types on a long lunch break. I didn't see anyone that fit the scary "pervert" stereotype that I had feared and expected.

"This isn't so bad," Heather whispered in my ear. I nodded my agreement and we wandered around a bit, taking in the lay out of the store.

I soon found the toy section and was amazed by the selection. I had grabbed a hand basket when we entered and I soon had a cordless egg and pocket rocket vibrator in it. I thought of them as inexpensive "stocking stuffers." I also found a rabbit vibrator that I thought Heather might like. I decided to restock my supply of lube and added some Astroglide and silicone lube. Heather's comfort level must have increased and she wandered off a little on her own while I was getting the lube.

I caught up with her and found her looking over a selection of anal toys. She blushed when she finally noticed me standing beside her.

"See anything you like there?" I asked, ignoring her embarrassment and trying to sound like it was no big deal to reassure her.

"I have no idea, I was just a little curious about these I guess. I was just trying to figure out what they would do for you," she replied.

"Would you like a few recommendations?" I asked.

"Do you... I mean... have you... used any of these?" Heather stuttered, obviously surprised.

"Yea, I have a few in my toy collection."

"You just never seem to stop amazing me," she replied.

I grabbed a set of anal beads and a set of three anal plugs labeled as an "anal training kit" and tossed them in my basket. Heather was silent but wide eyed at my choices. I also saw one of the fancy jeweled metal plugs that Amy had loaned me and I decided to add it to my own growing collection.

I steered her to the next aisle where the dildos were displayed. Heather was amazed by the variety of shapes and sizes. We giggled like a couple of teenage girls about the different models and their various attributes. I noticed that she kept gravitating back to a really big realistic silicone dildo. I immediately flashed back to her description of her "fantasy man." As we moved to meander on, and without her noticing, I grabbed "fantasy man" and deposited it in the basket. I led her back to where the DVD's were displayed.

I had decided I would pick up a couple of movies for an occasional, quiet movie night. I had never really been a big porn aficionado but thought I would see what was available. My limited exposure to porn was usually in the form of something a former boyfriend had shared with me in his lame attempt at seduction. I assumed there was something better available. I had heard there were some that were designed more for women and couples and I thought I would check them out.

We were amazed at the selection but quickly discovered that most seemed to be of the stock male oriented, commercial variety. As we meandered through the aisles we found an area that contained specialty films. I was drawn to the lesbian section first and found that again most were of the commercial variety, although we did find a few that seemed to be made by women, for women and featured "real people." Heather agreed with my sentiment on this and we collaborated on choosing a DVD that appealed to both of us. We found a section marked as amateur on the next aisle that appealed to both of us. We quickly found that most seemed to be commercial vids hiding behind an amateur label. Most of the actors were simply relative unknowns, as opposed to the big name porn stars in the main stream vids. We dismissed these but did find some that caught our eye. They seemed to be swinger parties that had been recorded and released as amateur movies. Heather and I read the covers on a couple of them and decided on one that appealed to both of us. The participants seemed to be "real" and the description of the action in the party appealed to us.

We wandered through the lingerie section out of curiosity, but the quality of the items there was very low. It was certainly no where near that of Sue's merchandise. Much was what I can only describe as "disposable." It was the kind of stuff a man might buy for his wife to be worn once to satisfy some fantasy and then relegated to the back of a drawer. I sincerely doubted many women would buy this kind of lingerie for themselves.

We then took a quick stroll through the BDSM department. Again, my protégé was in shock but not so much that she didn't ask me a lot of questions about the things hanging on the wall. I was able to answer most of her questions, but some of the more extreme items there left me in as much doubt as her. I was able to make some assumptions, but a few left me totally stumped.

The cute cashier greeted us with a smile. "Did you find everything," she asked courteously and professionally, as if we had been shopping at a department store. I replied in the affirmative as she began to open the packages on the vibrators to install batteries and check them. She seemed very nonchalant about it and I assumed that in this kind of job she had probably seen it all. I couldn't help but wonder exactly what kind of experiences she might have had working in that kind of environment.

As she proceeded with the check out process, I noticed something in the display case that caught my eye. It was called a "clit clip" and was basically a wire that was doubled over and had glass beads hanging down on both sides. The clip part reminded me of the kind of hardware that you would use to hang drapes. The diagram on the package made its use pretty clear and I couldn't help but imagine Heather's cute pussy similarly adorned. I asked the clerk to add one to my purchases.

Heather had wandered off as I was taking care of business with the clerk and she seemed to be enthralled with something in another glass display case. I approached her to see what had gotten her attention. The case contained a selection of piercing jewelry. I recalled our previous conversation on that topic as part of Dom/sub fantasy and made a note to explore it further at a later time.

The clerk seemed to be ready for me so I returned to her and with another swipe of my debit card I had managed to dispose of another chunk of the windfall. Admittedly, it was a lot less than what I had spent at the lingerie store, but still over a hundred dollars. As I was signing the receipt, I wondered if this store had a frequent customer discount program too. Probably not, I concluded.

I caught Heather's attention and she rejoined me and helped carry out our new goodies. Our bags from the adult store were much smaller, but a lot heavier as we loaded them up and prepared to proceed with our shopping expedition.

The rest of the shopping trip was a slightly less eventful. I went to an upscale women's shop that I had only dreamed of shopping at before. I needed a couple of new suits to wear for work. I had the more casual items pretty well covered, but only had two suits, one of which was a present from my parents when I graduated, that I referred to as my "interview suit." In my past position, those only were worn when there was a major meeting with clients that I was asked to sit in on.

I quickly picked out 3 designer suits. Two were silk and one was wool. They were black, a pin-stripe navy, and black. I got both slacks and a skirt with each so that I could mix and match. I thought that they, along with the khaki and white suits that I already owned, would cover all the bases.

The shop had an in-house seamstress and I spent a few minutes with her and arranged for alterations. Again my short stature was an issue but the seamstress seemed competent and capable of doing a good job on the alterations. I had the skirts shortened to mid thigh. I planned on wearing heels with them and wanted them short enough to show a little leg, but long enough to cover hose and not be too trashy. I also found a couple of silk and cotton blouses that I thought were needed to fill out my wardrobe.

I had an image in my head that I want to portray in my professional life. Basically it was a confident, attractive young woman that was not afraid to be a woman in a male dominated world. I wanted my "look" to portray a certain sense of femininity that was sensual but not quite sexual.

Heather had wandered off while I was taking care of this. I found her over in the dress department, holding up a black mini-dress. It was pretty much your basic silk, "little black dress" except that it had a deep V in the front and a draped back that fell almost to the crack of the wearer's ass.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" Heather exclaimed. I could see that she had fallen in love.

"Go try it on," I told her.

"No! Absolutely not! I can't afford it and I forbid you to spend anymore money on me," she replied, struggling to hold her voice down and not to create a scene.

"It doesn't cost anything to try it on, does it," she said. I could see that she was being swayed slowly and was susceptible to my logic. I had opened a crack and she stepped right through it. "Do they have it in any other colors and my size?" I asked.

We found the same dress in a rich purple that was my size. I grabbed both dresses and took her hand and led her to the dressing room. We shared a dressing room and helped each other try on the dresses.

One look at her in the dress and I knew we were going to get it. She exuded sex appeal in the most sophisticated way. The dress was made for her. I knew that Heather would put her foot down if I said anything so I decided to be sneaky about it. I was also pleased with the purple version on me. To be honest, it didn't have the same stunning impact that Heather's did, but like I said, the dress was made for her. I decided I might need a stunning number like this for the occasional cocktail party and did the math in my head as to whether both dresses would fit into my remaining budget. Sue's additional discount just about covered it and my mind was made up. Heather was definitely going to owe me. I was starting to see the appeal of being a "Sugar Daddy," or is that "Sugar Momma," even if Heather didn't really qualify as a kept woman.

I handed the dresses to the sales woman that had been helping me earlier when I was selecting the suits and quietly asked her to add them to my purchases when Heather had wandered off again. I nodded towards Heather, held up a finger to my lips and she smiled in understanding. I'm sure she was paid on commission and she was more than willing to play along.

I settled up at the register and checked with the sales woman about when my altered suits would be available. Another slide of the debit card and my funds were just about depleted, but not quite. I had one more stop planned and my power shopping plan would be complete. I carefully closed the bag with the dresses and blouses in it and gathered up Heather and we were off again.

"Where now?" she asked.

"Shoes, of course," I stated, "That should just about do it for the day and then we can head back to my place and get ready to leave."

"I would certainly hope so, you are certainly into doing the shop till you drop thing, aren't you?"