Chapter 12
Susan fell in love with the little clothing shop the first moment she entered it. It wasn't your traditional clothing shop. It was filled from back to front and floor to ceiling with racy wardrobes which even she wouldn't dare wear in public. But for her upcoming debut at Planet Erotica, this was the perfect place to shop for a new outfit.
The bells on the door jangled as it closed behind her, striking her shapely ass. She looked around for signs of an employee or another customer, but saw none. It appeared as though she was the only one here. She took a few steps forward and waited.
"Hello!" she called.
"May I help you?" an effeminate voice asked her.
Susan jumped, startled, and turned her head sharply to the left. What she had at first assumed to be a garishly dressed mannequin turned out to be a man. He had wavy bronze hair that was starched to stick up and backward, as if frozen in place by the backwash of a turboprop. Large earrings pierced both lobes and rings glittered on his fingers, the nails of which were manicured and painted. His face was covered with more make-up than Susan had used in her entire lifetime. His whole style of dress was based on colorful, mismatched symmetry. The man, obviously gay, smiled at her in a slightly condescending way.
"Yes," Susan answered. "Do you work here?"
The living mannequin snorted. "Work here? I own the place, honey."
"Oh. Sorry."
He shrugged. "That's all right. People mistake me all the time. Now, how may I help you?"
"Well, I'm going to be attending the grand opening of a new club next week. It's called Planet Erotica. Have you heard of it?"
The man nodded.
"Well, I need something new to wear. Something sexy."
He tossed his head, seemingly offended. "As if we sell nothing else!"
Susan was somewhat flustered by his mannerisms, which made her feel stupid. "I've never been to one of these places before. What do you think would look good on me?"
The man put his hand on his chin and gave her a critical inspection. His eyes were appreciative as they roamed up and down her luscious body, clad in a miniskirt and skin-hugging top. "On you, girl?" he laughed. "Anything—or nothing at all! Let's go try a few things on, shall we? Come, come."
He turned his back on her and began walking with a flouncy gait towards the back of the shop. Susan followed.
"What's your name, darling?" he asked without turning.
"Susan."
He extended a limp-wristed hand back over his shoulder to her. "My name's Nell."
Susan shook his hand. "Nell?"
"Yes, Nell."
"That name ..." Susan began.
Nell stopped and turned to look at her with hands on his hips, his eyes challenging. "Is female, I know. My mother gave it to me. What's the matter? You don't like it?"
"No, no! I think it's a wonderful name. I was just surprised to hear it, that's all."
"I can change it to Chuck, if you like. Many people would rather call me Chuck."
"No, Nell is fine. You look more like a Nell than a Chuck."
Susan bit her tongue, afraid that she might have given offense with that last statement, but Nell smiled at her as if he had just been complimented.
"Now I'm starting to like you."
He turned around and continued onward. As he passed each clothes rack, he grabbed garments almost randomly and tossed them backward for Susan to catch.
"We'll try this ... and this ... and this ..."
By the time she and Nell reached the dressing area, her arms were full. She staggered under the weight of garments made mostly out of leather and chains.
"You can just dump all that stuff there." He pointed to a chair in the corner. Susan gratefully deposited the load into its arms. Nell picked up the outfit on top and handed it to her.
"Okay, honey, take off all of your clothes and try this on for size. I'm sure it will look fabulous on you."
Susan clutched the garment to her bosom and looked around. "Where's the dressing room?"
Nell rolled his eyes and sighed. "This is the dressing room, doll. If you're going to wear the outfits that I sell you have no business being modest."
"Yes, I suppose you're right," she said.
She stripped. Since Nell was gay, she felt more comfortable being nude in front of him. She took the new outfit from him and wiggled into it. It was a tight-fitting leather skin suit, glossy black in color. It covered nearly her entire body except for her breasts and pussy, which were exposed by cutouts. The outfit seemed designed for maximum convenience in fucking. There was nothing that needed to be removed at all. Nell zipped her up in back and turned her to face the mirror. He smiled.
"Ravishing, darling. You look absolutely ravishing. The suit fits you perfectly."
Susan looked at herself in the mirror and had to agree. The outfit hugged her sexy curves without a single crease. Her cunt watered at her own reflection.
"I can't wear this out in public," she said. "I'll get arrested."
"Of course, darling. That's why you need to wear these."
Nell held up a pair of panties and bra that he had snatched from the wall. They were made entirely of light, silver chains and small, black metal disks to hide the privates.
"Come, come, let me put them on you."
Susan held up her arms so that he could drape the chain bra over her upper torso, hooking it closed in the front. Two small metal disks covered her pink nipples—just barely. She shivered when the cold metal kissed her bare skin. Nell then knelt down to help her into her panties. She stepped through one loop and he clasped the open end of the other one closed at her hip. The fit was snug. Susan's slit was covered by a small metal oval at the nexus of three chains, but not her lush bush. Pubic hairs peeked out between the silver links and Susan was afraid some of them would get painfully snagged.
"Of course, in order to wear this outside Planet Erotica, you'll have to shave your pussy."
Susan nodded. "Of course." She had no objections to that. She had always wanted to shave her pussy someday to see how it looked and felt.
Heedless of her modesty, Nell tugged on the links in front, checking for slack. "How does it fit?"
Susan's cunt quivered involuntarily as his fingertips brushed her mound and upper thighs. "Tight," she said. "The chain in back is digging into my ass."
Nell promptly turned her around and felt up and down her cleft. The chain, he found, was deeply imbedded in it, almost hidden, in fact. A wave of heat pervaded Susan's body as his hand slid between her cheeks and down between her legs. Though she knew Nell was gay, she could not help but be stimulated by his touch. She clenched her teeth to keep from moaning.
Nell stood up after his inspection was completed. "Yes, the fit is rather tight. Some women like it that way. I know I do. I have other styles of panties you can choose from if you like. How about a studded, two-sided breech-clout?"
Susan noticed a quaver in his voice. She turned around and saw that his hands were trembling slightly. He was trying not to look directly at her. Was he that repulsed by female bodies? she wondered.
"Let me try on some more outfits before I decide on this one, okay?"
He swallowed. "Yes. Good idea. That's just what I was about to suggest."
Susan went through about twenty outfits before she found the one that suited her. Even Nell was impressed with her taste.
"Breathtaking, darling. You should be declared a scenic wonder. If only I could look so good in that outfit!"
Nell was shaking all over as his eyes encompassed her body. Perspiration beaded his forehead and upper lip. By now, Susan had interpreted his physiological reactions to mean envy, not repulsion.
"What's the price?"
"Two-hundred and ninety dollars."
Susan nearly gagged. "So much for so little?"
"Uh huh. It was imported all the way from Sweden, darling. The craftsmanship is top quality."
The outfit that Susan had chosen displayed the maximum amount of flesh allowed by law. Composed entirely of stainless steel chains and hard leather cups for the vitals, it was like a swim suit for punk rockers, but with a twist. The cups, once unlatched, fell away and hung suspended to reveal the delights they hid. Or else, they could be easily removed with the entire garment. Her legs were left gloriously bare, just the way she liked them. On her feet were a pair of black high heels.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," Nell continued. "I'll throw in a free pussy shave if you buy the outfit."
"You shave pussies here?"
"Of course, darling. I offer a variety of sexual services. I even offer body piercing, if you'd like that."
"Uh, no, not today. But I would like to have my pussy shaved. I'm afraid that if I did it myself I wouldn't do a good job."
"Here, satisfaction is guaranteed. Follow me."
Susan followed Nell into a back room where he had a reclining chair with stirrups set up. Next to it stood a small table covered with scissors, clippers, lotions, and other grooming tools. He stripped off her garment and lay her back in the chair, strapping her feet into the stirrups. Her legs were widely flung and her pussy stared right at him.
Nell took a spray bottle from off the table.
"I need to wet your pubic hairs to make them softer and easier to cut."
Susan thought she was already pretty wet down there. Nell had unwittingly stimulated her with all his touching and tailoring. He pointed the bottle at her crotch and sprayed a fine mist on it. Susan felt the cool water strike her heated cunt lips and shivered. It did nothing to dampen her arousal, however. If anything, it caused her to ache all the more furiously.
Nell continued to spray her muff until it was wet and glistening. Then he put the bottle down and massaged the moisture deep into the roots of her hairs with his fingers. Susan's pussy quivered at his touch, leaking juice. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out.
After the massage he sprayed her one last time and then took up the electric cutters. He switched it on and began trimming her bush. The gentle vibrations it produced reverberated through Susan's cunt. It was too much for her to resist. She sank back, closed her eyes, and moaned. She was now sweating as much as Nell, ever more so. She put her hands on her breasts and felt her nipples stiffening. Man, she needed to be fucked! Nell must by now have realized she was aroused, but said nothing. He must be used to inducing such reactions in women, she thought.
Once he had her bush cropped down to a stubble, he switched to another electric razor for a closer shave. He rubbed it all over her sensitive, quivering skin, fearless of where he touched. It drove Susan wild with yearning. He grabbed her slick pussy lips and folded them over so that he could get behind them. That sent a shock wave through her system, because now, his fingers were painfully close to her itching clit. She wanted Nell to stuff his fingers in her pussy and scratch it, but, of course, he did not. Ruthlessly tickled, Susan squirmed on the recliner.
"Steady now," Nell said, pushing down on her soft, white belly with his free hand. "Steady. I'm almost done."
Susan restrained herself. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. The torture was all the more excruciating because she knew it would not lead anywhere. Nell was gay. She would have to go home a dissatisfied woman. Then the buzzing of the electric razor mercifully stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief. In the sudden silence Susan could hear herself panting.
"Rise and shine, my beauty. I'm done." He slapped her thigh.
Susan opened her eyes. Nell grabbed a mirror and held it up to her pussy.
"There! How does that look?"
Susan saw the reflection of her cunt in the mirror and nearly orgasmed. It looked so beautiful. She was now all pink down there.
"God," she breathed.
Then she looked past the mirror he held and saw something she didn't expect to see. A huge bulge tent poled the crotch of Nell's pants. He had an erection! Suddenly, Susan was confused.
"Nell, this may be a stupid question, but are you gay?"
Nell looked at her in startlement. "Gay? No, darling. What made you think I was?"
"Well, uh ...the way you dress ...the way you talk."
Nell's lips curled into a smile. "I told you before people often mistake me."
Susan sat up straight. "Do you mean to say you like women?"
"Like them? I positively love them! Women are the most enchanting creatures on earth!"
Susan suddenly lusted for that cock in his pants. Now that she knew Nell was straight, her passions were unleashed. "Would you like to fuck me?"
Nell's eyes lit up. "Now that is a stupid question. Of course I would like to fuck you!"
Smiling, Susan put her hand on his bulge. He shuddered. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
Through the fabric of his silk pants she felt his hard outline, stroking it. He seemed to have a big one in there.
Her cunt released a torrent of juice, aching to feel it inside her.
"It seems that you are aroused," she said. "Seeing me play dress-up and shaving my pussy must have been torture to you."
Nell was sweating so profusely now his make-up was running. "Honey, you wouldn't believe what I was going through!" he gasped. "Normally, I'm immune, but you are the most gorgeously sexy lady to ever step foot in my shop."
Susan continued to stroke his cock. He continued to shudder as she did it. "Are you going to let me see what you're hiding?"
Nell hastily pushed down his pants and stepped out of them. His cock sprang straight up from his loins. It bobbed up and down in rhythm to his heartbeat. It was bobbing fast.
"Breathtaking, darling," Susan said, mimicking his effeminate style of speech. "Absolutely breathtaking."
Nell held his dick close to her pussy. "Let me put it in you," he pleaded. "I've been dying to fuck you from the first moment I saw you. It's not easy when women think you're gay and flaunt their bodies in front of you."
But Susan, despite the fact that her body was yearning for sexual release as much as him, was not so easily persuaded. "How much for the outfit again?"
Nell swallowed. "One-hundred and ninety dollars."
Susan gave him a look.
"Okay, ninety dollars, you bitch. That's the wholesale price, I swear! Now let me put it in you!"
Susan was happy now. She thrust her cunt at him. "Fuck me, darling."
With a grateful smile, he grasped her thighs near the knees and plunged his meat into her. Susan was so wet she splashed his balls with juice.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned.
"Ahhhhhhhh," he sighed.
Nell seemed relieved to have his cock in her at last. He was like a man taking a plunge in a pool of cool water after crossing the Sahara on foot with an empty canteen. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, evenly, as if engaging in some sort of meditative Zen ritual. He left his cock in Susan so long without moving it that she became concerned.
"Hey, buddy?" she said, tapping him on the arm. "Are we going to get this show on the road, or what?"
Nell slowly opened his eyes. His expression was dreamlike. "What?" he asked. Then he woke up with a start. "Oh, yes! Sorry. I get like this at the beginning of sex."
He backed up his hips and thrust savagely into Susan, more savagely than she expected from such a delicate man. A gasp was jarred out of her throat. He thrust hard again, then again. Two more gasps followed. Susan's eyes went wide at the electric thrill which each thrust generated in her cunt. She was really charged down there. That thrill spread like fire throughout her body and caused her limbs to quiver, her skin to flush. Boy, she was glad she had found this shop! And she wasn't the only one experiencing erotic bliss.
"Oh, God, I love sex!" Nell shouted to heaven. "I love it! I love it! I love it!"
Each of those last three utterances was accompanied by another solo thrust. After that, he tore open his shirt and began to fuck Susan in earnest, establishing a steady rhythm, much to her delight. She fondled her breasts and watched him at work. His eyes were closed and sweat was melting the make-up off his face. Long streamers of black mascara ran down his cheeks, giving him the appearance that he was crying. Perhaps he was. Crying for the joy of it. Susan had never seen such a euphoric expression on a man's face before. Nell, it seemed, was really happy to be fucking her.
This pleased her vanity.
Susan's hands wandered down to stroke her thighs and lower belly. This marked the first time she was fucked with a naked pussy. With no pubic hairs to absorb her moisture, it gathered and ran across her skin, making it slick and shiny. Nell was not shaved. His hairs sopped up some of her sweat with each of his strokes. It was a lot of sweat, and soon his manly bush was saturated with it. His wet hairs tickled Susan's denuded mound every time they brushed against it, enhancing her state of arousal. Her clit quivered with mounting energy.
Nell was so stimulated by Susan that he quickly found himself on the orgasmic threshold. A sense of urgency took hold over him. His cock began to slam into her harder and faster than ever. She gasped. Her cunt produced rivers of juice to ease its passage through her warm, pulpy flesh. The oily friction was truly magical. Small shudders rocked her body with each plunge he took. Her clit reverberated with each one, on the verge of exploding sensationally. It was all happening much faster than she had expected. Her breathing and pelvic movements matched Nell's stroke for stroke. They were a team now, working towards achieving the same goal. That goal was now very close.
Suddenly, Nell stiffened.
"I'm going to cum!" he cried. "I'm going to cum! Oh, dear God, I'm going to cum!"
"Go on, Nell! Cum! I'm right behind you!"
Nell released his load. Susan felt his hot fluid invade her pussy and screamed. Nell screamed as well. Remarkably, his scream was even louder than hers. It literally shook the walls and threatened to bring down the roof. Never, in all her life, did she expect to meet someone who could scream louder than her during orgasm.
Nell continued to drive his dick deep into her cunt as he screamed. Susan tried to meet him thrust for thrust, but failed. He was now moving too fast and too erratically for her. His entire body shook. It was like he held two live electrical rods in his hands rather than legs. His cock jack-hammered into her, causing her tits and entire skin cover to jiggle up and down violently. Susan's voice ululated. She watched him with wide-eyed amazement even as her own multiple orgasms rocked her, flooding her body with sweet pain. Nell was completely out of control.
Finally, his long, ecstatic scream exhausted itself. His cock came to an abrupt stop inside Susan's pussy, now drenched with his hot emission. He stood there tottering for a brief moment, then his eyes rolled upwards into his skull and he collapsed backwards.
Susan, who was still rocking her hips back and forth, caught in the middle of her own climax, was alarmed by this. Fingering her pulsating pussy, which was ejaculating semen and vaginal juice furiously, she sat up straight in her chair and looked down.
"Nell?"
He just stared stupidly at the ceiling, panting.
"Nell?"
A pause. "Yes, darling?"
"I'm just making sure you're alive."
"Am I? I thought I was in heaven."
"Can you undo these straps for me?"
"Just a moment."
The moment stretched into five minutes, but finally he got up and released her. She was just as wobbly on her legs as he was. She didn't stay long after that. She dressed, paid for her new outfit, and walked out the door with a cheery good-bye.
Nell knew that he would see her again very soon.
Washing off his make-up and putting on a fresh set of clothes, he took out his feather duster and went about to tidy up his shop. He always liked to tidy up his shop after sex. It became such a mess. Several minutes passed and then he heard the door opening. He turned around and saw that a man and three young women had entered. All four were gorgeous, most especially the man, a tall, bodybuilder type. Nell's dick quivered with awakened lust.
"Oh, my," he breathed.
What he hadn't told Susan was that he went both ways.
The bodybuilder came up to him. "Are you Chuck Cooper?"
Nell could tell that he was someone of importance by the confident look in his eyes. "Some people call me that, yes."
"I understand that you are very influential in the sexual community," he said, smiling at his own peculiar phrasing of that. "I have a very special request to make of you."
Nell smiled. "I love special requests. Tell me what you need and I'll tell you what it costs."