Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

Lady, I don't know what stupid joke you're playing, the clerk growls. What is this, some kind of set up? If you don't get out of my store right now - But He, her young master, already squirming in delight, decides to escalate the situation further. He's already made a good selection of liquor, with cash taken from her bag, now he approaches the counter, an innocent look on his face, faking embarrassment. She's done this before, he whispers to the clerk. I saw her try this a few weeks ago. You'll never get rid of her until you give her what she wants. The clerk looks at Sandy, with amazement, He realizes that the last thing he needs, with this store's record of selling to minors, is a visit from the cops. But the alternative isn't one he likes. Young Master whispers some more in his ear, and his face takes on an amazed expression. Are you sure?! he asks. He looks back at Sandy, who is now standing, helplessly, looking about to burst into tears again. Finally, he goes out to the back of the store, and comes back with a female assistant who is on her break. She, too, looks quite puzzled by the situation. I understand, ma'am, she says, nervously, That you need help adjusting your - erm - your breasts. The female customer is looking across, amazed, at the tableau. She has heard the conversation, and thinks it's totally crazy. It is for this reason that she is staring at Sandy, wondering if she is some lunatic escaped from the funny farm. But what Sandy reads, in her expression thanks to the post hypnotic suggestion is Poor woman. I've never seen such soft, saggy mazoomas. And so tiny, too. No wonder she wants to try and hoist 'em up somehow, try and make herself at least slightly more presentable. Wonder why she doesn't wear a bra - guess they don't make 'em that small. Hey, I really didn't plan to wait here all day, y'know, puts in Young Master, pretending to be totally upset by the whole incident. He looks at the female clerk, then at the lady customer. Both decline. Oh, for fuck's sake, I need to get my stuff and get out of here, he growls. Here, I'll do it. He walks up to Sandy, but instead of fixing her breasts through the top, he deliberately flips it up, so that her nipples are on show to everyone. He hefts up both breasts, which immediately flop back down again. Nah, it's no good, he says, as if disappointed. Sorry lady, but these breasts are just too soft and droopy to ever sit upright. He pulls her top down again, pays for his liqueur, and goes back to the car. He has made her give him the keys, and he drives the car around the block a few times, before picking her up at the agreed destination where he has told her to wait. Honestly, what an exhibition you made of yourself in there, he spits out. It's bad enough having such pathetically saggy tits, without drawing attention to them. OK, now we're going to fix that. A few minutes later he pulls up in the car park of a shopping center. He gives her careful instructions to make for an underwear shop, while he follows, pretending not to know her. She is having trouble walking now, what with the heels and her twisted ankle, and her efforts to keep up the fast pace he has ordered make the shorts ride up even more. Now, her ass cheeks are hanging out, and at the front, wisps of public hair are visible. Other women are looking at her, some are giggling. One helpful woman approaches, and whispers in her ear. Er, excuse me, she says, thinking she's helping. I don't know if you know, but your shorts seem to have worked up, and you're showing rather a lot. You might want to correct them. Young Master smiles in delight. He hadn't planned this. He waits eagerly to see how Sandy deals with this.