Charity Auction: Part IV

Chapter IV

Linda left her car where it was as Manda and Alicia enthusiastically took her by the arms and started heading down the street, talking a mile a minute.

It felt weird, but then, girls jabbered a lot. Sometimes too much. Linda thought about all the time’s she’d talked too much, filling the air with her babbling while the guys just waited.

Waited to talk about important things.

It didn’t take them long to get to the store. At one point, a guy casually cupped Linda’s ass with his hand.

For a moment, Linda was upset. Why, she should turn around and…

And then a warm feeling of pleasure ran through her. If he liked her, even if she was wearing these terrible clothes, well, that was great! It showed that Linda still had it, and that she was as good looking as Manda and her slutty mother.

Slutty MILF. Probably wanted some guy to fuck another kid into her before it was too late. 

Linda bit her lips at that. She had an image of Manda and Alicia waddling down the road in cut offs, with their heavy bellies showing everyone that both mother and daughter had been knocked up—maybe by the same guy!

At that thought, Linda had to stop  for a moment, pressing her legs together, because the idea that one guy would be able to take both woman, and make them his was just so fucking hot.

And maybe not just them… Linda licked her lips, imagining what she’d look like with her belly full of his kids…

“Here we are!” Manda said happily.

Started out of her thoughts, Linda looked up and saw a small store in front of them. Above it, there was a bright sign— Proper Little Women!

Oddly enough, it looked like it had been painted over another sign. Business—something. Linda shrugged. Proper Little Women sounded better. Guys liked a proper girl.

A Proper girl…a girl who knew what her guy wanted and was willing to give it to him, whether it was sucking him off or working in the kitchen. That was right. Guys liked a proper girl.

So it was perfectly okay that whoever owned the store had renamed it. That was proper, after all. It let the girl know what she was getting into, and why she should be happy!

Linda sighed in delight at the revelation, even as she followed her two slutty, sexy, new friends into the store.

Inside, the store was dark, pleasant music playing as the three girls stared at all the clothing racked within. Not a single terrible set of jeans or business-style dress was anywhere Linda could see. There were cutoffs, microskirts, miniskirts, halter-tops, crop tops and half-Ts, some of them thin fabric, and some of them the kind of mesh tops that would let every guy see whatever his girl had to show off.

Linda felt her tits start to tingle at the thought, the thought of Linda, the girl everyone thought was so proper, swaying her way down the street, on display for every guy around.

“Oh, God, it’s like just as cool as I remember!” Manda said with an eager squeal. “Mom, we gotta, like get more stuff here!”

“I dunno…” Alicia said. “Like, um, what if we need more room?”

“We can throw all the clothes we have in the luggage away!” Manda said, jumping up and down, her tits threatening to escape their mesh top.  “I mean, they’re fucking terrible, Mom!”

“You know, you’re right!” Alicia said suddenly taking Manda by her hands and jumping up, her tits bouncing an an energetic mirror of her daughter’s orbs.  “We can buy more clothes!”

Linda didn’t say anything, her eyes fixed on a rack near the cash register.  It had collars on it, leather, metal, some studded, some plain and Linda couldn’t stop thinking about how hot the cop had looked with her collar, letting everyone know just what a fucking slut she was, free for the use of anyone her man wanted her to fuck. Linda pressed her legs together, Manda and Alicia’s squeals as they explored the clothing racks fading into her mind as she only had eyes for those collars. 

“Can I help you?”

Linda started at the low, sultry voice, and looked up as she saw a woman come out of the back of the store.

The woman was about her age, it seemed, with rich, brown hair tumbling down to her bare shoulders in a torrent of curls. A mesh bikini top showed off her full tits, the dark nipples poking out into the fabric.  She had a tight pair of cutoffs on, letting everyone know that this was the kind of woman that a man would fuck without any hesitation.

Linda licked her lips. If she dressed like that…

A man would fuck her. Fuck her like his slut.  Maybe let her do his laundry and cook for him and be his girl…

“I was, um, wondering about the collars.”

“They’re so totally cool, aren’t they!” the woman said in  a girlish squeal.

Yeah. Suddenly Linda had the image of what it would be like to wear a man’s collar, maybe with a leash, as he led her down the sidewalk like his little slutty pet…

“Yeah,” Linda said aloud. “They are.”