Charlene throws more things in the basket she’s commandeered. It’s mostly full of slutty bedroom wear. She grabs the small butt plug and tosses it in.

“Nope. No way. The finger is enough.” I grab for it, but Charlene pulls the basket out of my reach.

“But it’s the same size as a finger,” she argues.

“Yeah, but if I let him put things besides his finger in there, he’s going to think it’s okay to put other, bigger things in there, too. It’s like a gateway plug to his monster cock!” I’m starting to freak out. It’s irrational, but not. I know for a fact that Alex would like to get his giant dick in my ass. He was close with his fingers last night.

“It’s not a gateway, Violet. He doesn’t even have to know you have it.” Charlene keeps a protective hold on the basket.

“What’s the point of getting it if he doesn’t know I have it?”

“Good question.” Sunny has twirled the ends of her hair around her fingers and is rubbing them across her lips. She’s staring at the wall of butt-invasion products. Her cheeks are pink. Lily’s standing beside her, biting her lip.

Charlene releases a frustrated sigh. “You use it on your own and decide whether you want to share it or not. It’s really not that big a thing.”

“That one’s not, but there are so many sizes.” I gesture to the wall of anal implements.

Charlene grabs me by the arm. “Come on!”

“Where are you taking me?”

“The change room.”

“I’m not trying that thing out here!”

Charlene bursts out laughing. “Of course you’re not. You need to try these on.” She jingles the basket of fetish wear.

“Oh. Okay.” Suddenly trying on things with chains and buckles is a far less terrifying option. I let her corral me into one of the black-doored dressing rooms.

She tosses all the leathery, chained outfits on one chair and the other ones—the prettier, lacier jobs—on another. “We want to see them all.”

Then she closes the door.

I stare at the piles of slutwear. Eventually I’m going to get Charlene drunk enough that she tells me what kind of kinkery she gets up to.

I spend five minutes trying to get my boobs and the rest of my parts into one of the fetish getups, but I can’t seem to figure it out. There’s no way I’m buying something I can’t get into on my own.

After a while there’s a knock on my dressing room door. “Everything okay in there?” Sunny asks.

“This thing is like a straightjacket.”

“Want some help?”

I debate whether I do. My nipples are poking out and my red Waters’ ass underpants are bunched between the leather and chains. I’ve clearly done something wrong putting this on.

“Gimme a sec.” I try to reverse the process, but I’m now stuck. “Yeah. Okay. You can come in.” I unlock the door and peek out.

No sign of my mom or Daisy anywhere, thank God. I open the door enough that Sunny can squeeze through.

Her cheeks puff out, and she looks me up and down. “Oh, wow, that’s uh…”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think you have it on right.”

I look down at my chest. One boob is close to my neck, and the other is low. “Me either.”

“Let me see what I can do.” Sunny turns me around and starts fiddling with the crap that holds it together in the back. It gets tighter around my chest instead of looser. “I don’t think I’m doing this right either,” she says. “Maybe I should get Charlene.”

“Maybe.”

Sunny opens the door. Lily’s out there now. “Where’s Charlene?”

“I have no idea. I lost her a few minutes ago. Your mom and Skye are in the pocket pussy aisle, so I figured this was the safest place to hang out.”

Sunny checks behind her, then pulls Lily in and locks the door. “Can you help us figure this out?”

“Uh…this is…is Alex into this kind of thing?” Lily’s expression would be priceless if I wasn’t stuck in a fetish getup that’s cutting off the circulation in my right boob.

“I seriously hope not. Can you get me out of this?” I’m starting to get sweaty and panicky. I don’t want to be stuck in this forever.

“I can try.” She turns me around and confers with Sunny about all the strappy things. “I think maybe we should start at the front.” I turn to face her, and Lily’s eyes drop to my boobs. “That looks really uncomfortable.”

“It is.”

“I think maybe this isn’t designed for boobs like yours.”

“What does that mean?” I’m snappy, because I’m strung up.

“I don’t mean it in a bad way. I just think my boobs would fit a lot better in there than yours. You need something that can house all that you have to offer.” Lily loosens a strap and the boob at my neck falls, providing some relief.

She struggles for another minute. A knock at the door startles us. “So? How’s it going?” It’s Charlene.

Sunny opens the door, and Charlene joins us in the now crowded dressing room.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

“I can’t figure this thing out!” I gesture wildly. “None of us can.”

“Let me fix this.” Charlene swoops in and starts fiddling with buckles, manipulating my boobs into a much less painful position. After less than a minute, all my parts are in the right place and my nipple no longer has tingles from lack of circulation. “Check it out.”