Page 22 of Sugar Baby

Careful not to jostle the ribbon, I get the bodysuit off and carefully put it back on the hanger.

Then I just stand there with nothing but my reflection to distract me.

Just as I start to feel uncomfortable, there is a tap on the side of my cubicle. “Can I come in?”

I cross my arms and cover my nipples from her view. “Yeah.”

Neither of us make eye contact as she hangs up three new outfits for me. “Put one of these on and then call out. I’ll be waiting just outside.”

As soon as the curtain flutters back into place, I reach up for the deep purple see-through dress thingy. A negligee? Is that what she called it? All I know is that it’s super cute.

Thin shoulder straps, cute light purple flowers where my cleavage will point down to, and then flowing purple fabric that makes ashushingnoise when I rub it together.

I pull it on over my head and then get busy adjusting it enough that all my bits are appropriately covered, even if the straps are too loose. “Ready.”

Lisa eyes me a moment before a smile spreads. “Yes, I knew this color would work for you.”

She sets about adjusting the shoulder straps before locking eyes with me in the mirror. “Lean forward and lift your breasts so that they sit more in the underwire.”

Not even the least bit self-conscious, I do as she requests, and as soon as I straighten up, I can see the results. Damn, I look like I have a boob-shelf.

Lisa smirks. “Perfect. Shall we put this in the yes pile?”

I turn sideways and assess the look. “Yes. But ah, what do I wear underneath?”

“I thought you might ask that, so I pulled you a few options, one moment.” Lisa lifts the curtain a little and reaches out to grab something. Her hand returns with a deep purple string-thin G-string that has the smallest triangle of fabric at the front and a lace pair of boy shorts. “These two work best. Or you could go nude.”

As sexy as the G-string looks, I think I am going to go with the boy shorts. I’m supposed to be looking cute, not slutty, right?Wait, are G-strings slutty? Would my daddies like a G-string? Or completely nude?

My stomach tenses at the indecision, but I opt to go for the thing that makes me more comfortable. If they have a preference, they should have told me.

I point at the boy shorts and Lisa nods. “Perfect. Okay, next outfit.”

Lisa disappears again, but I sense she hasn’t gone far. Knowing that she has a big sale on this side of the curtain probably has something to do with that.

My phone vibrates and I almost jump on it.

Brat4Us:Teasing us?

I can’t help the silly smile on my lips as I type out my reply.

SugarBB_Emmy:Are you saying you don’t like the pictures? Should I not send any more?

The bubbles that appear immediately on my screen are paired with a bubbly feeling inside my chest.

Brat4Us:Bratting for us already? *evil smirking face*

I huff out a laugh.

SugarBB_Emmy:*angel face* Not at all. I just don’t want to keep sending pics if you don’t like them.

Brat4Us:Keep sending them.

For some reason, that last reply reads like a growl in my head, which sends a line of fire down to my pussy. I clench; my thighs, my core, my ass. What the fuckwasthat? How am I getting turned on from fucking text messages?

Clutching my phone, I raise it to the mirror, bend forward at the waist, tuck my elbows into my ribs to push my boobs up, andtake a photo of the dark purple and overflowing cleavage. If the cup moves slightly and there is a shadowy hint of a nipple, who am I to point that out?

“Everything okay?” Lisa calls out, and I jolt out of the bubble I’m in.