“Can I help you?” a woman asked at the counter.
“Do you have tailored latex or just the molded stuff?”
Daphne asked.
“Not a lot, but the basics,” the woman arched an eye
brow, “Back there by the shoes.”
“Let’s go Velma,” Daphne pulled Velma by the hand, “You
are a sexy babe and its time we show you off to the world!”
The woman looked at her co-worker who nodded and went to
keep an eye on the kids. The co-worker
watched from a distance as Daphne picked out latex corsets, mini-skirts and
catsuits for the pair of them. It was
clear that the red head knew what she was looking for and was the dominant of
the pair. She settled on two black
corsets with hidden front zips and laced backs, miniskirts that left the bottoms
of their butts hanging out, two black rubber catsuits with crotch to back of
the neck zip and a pair of fuck me boots for Velma. Daphne grabbed three slave collars as they
went back to the register. The manager
half expected the card and the Id to be different, but everything was in order
and they hadn’t tried to buy any age restricted toys.
“Do you want lube and cleaner?” the manager asked.
“Yes please,” Daphne smiled looking at Velma.
*
They had been watching for a while, ever since they got
back ashore. The girls had taken the dog
out to a vet while the boys hung around the camp site. The guys had gotten changed and then the
stoner went about eating three coolers worth of food while the blonde was
flirting with the local Nancy-boy.
“What do you think he smokes?” the ‘Lieutenant’ asked.
“Fuck if I know,” the ‘Petty Officer’ retorted, “But I
know if they showed up at Bragg’s gate, all of them would have been pissed
tested as soon as the gate guard saw the van.”
“I have seen some fat bodies eat,” the ‘Lieutenant’
snickered, “But that hippy shit puts them all to shame!”
“The Hippy Van is entering town center,” the radio
called.
The ‘petty officer’ spotted the panel van driving to the
beach park. Once the van was parked, the
dog jumped out and ran over to the stoner.
“Well he turned out fine.
What do you think of the local’s claim that the dog talks to the kids?”
The ‘Lieutenant’ asked.
“We are cops, right?” the ‘petty officer asked, “Why don’t
we bust them for suspicion of drugs charges?”
“We already looked into it,” the ‘Lieutenant’ breathed, “Turns
out the Stoner is the son of a cop and has been getting picked up repeatedly
for being a stoner but no one can ever get him to test positive on anything.”
“We don’t need that shit,” the ‘petty officer’ agreed, “That’s
the brunet, where is the red head?”
“The Fag-hag?
Looks like she is waiting for the blonde in the van,” the ‘Lieutenant’
shrugged, “Maybe they will exchange dating advice on how to seduce boys?”
*
Fred blanched when he went into the back of the Mystery
Machine. Daphne was leaning back on the
rear bench with her laptop next to her. Instead
of her wetsuit or regular dress or the leggings outfit from dinner, Daphne was
in a shiny black miniskirt and corset.
Fred could clearly see Daphne’s pussy lips from under the edge of the
miniskirt.
“Come on in Fred,” Daphne cooed, “I want you.”
“Ah Daphne…” Fred stammered.
“What straight young American boy wouldn’t want their
girl ready and wanting them?” Daphne smirked.
“Uhm…” Fred wasn’t sure what to say.
“It’s time to cement our love Fred…” Daphne purred.