Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 180

Chapter 180

"Alright, here's the deal," Gemma said, holding your hand as she pulled you into the mall. "We're here mostly for you, but that means we're also here for us."

"See, that was about as clear as mud," you laughed.

"He's not wrong, Gem," Sabrina said. She was walking on your other side, as usual, with her arm hooked in yours. "What she means is that for every two stores we go and pick clothes for you to try on, we're going to go into a store and try things on for you to see."

"What kind of stores?" you asked, a grin spreading across your face.

"All sorts," Gemma said and kissed you on the cheek. "And yes, that includes Victoria's Secret."

"And Hot Topic," Sabrina said. "If there's one here."

"Alright, lead away, oh fairy girlfriends," you said. "But I do have to work within a budget."

"Oh, baby," Sabrina said. "No. Today, you can buy us lunch, but we're covering all the clothes."

"By we she means she," Gemma stage whispered. "I'm on a budget, too."

"Sabrina, I can't just let you spend your money on me like that," you said. "We agreed that we weren't going to do that to each other."

Sabrina rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone. She quickly opened up her OnlyFans tab and showed you her current income for the month. "That's like, three-quarters because of you," she said. "So today, I'm Sugarmomma, OK?"

The number was almost absurd. If things kept going like they were she could probably cover her entire final year of tuition, and books, and rent and other living expenses, by the end of next month.

"OK," you said. "I give up. I'm the sugarbaby today."

"A hunky, lovable, sexy sugarbaby," Gemma said.

"Definitely," Sabrina agreed with a grin.

For a Saturday you felt like the mall should have been busier, but then you realized this was supposed to be the era of the downfall of the American shopping mall. Sure, there were plenty of people around, it just didn't feel busy. After a quick stop at the big digital map system near the entrance, the girls were dragging you through the big corridors and up an escalator onto another floor.

"Oh, we should stop there later," Gemma pointed out a store that I'd never heard of.

"Yes, definitely," Sabrina nodded.

"We're... right here though?" you asked. "Why not just go in now."

Gemma tutted and shook her head. "You know nothing, John Snow."

You never did get an answer to that question.

The first store you were brought into was mostly business casual, and it turned out you were starting with buying Date and Business clothes. Soon you had a pile of shirts and sweaters, and for the next thirty minutes, the girls had you rotating in and out of the dressing room trying on different fits and styles and colours. After your second in and out of the dressing room one of the ladies working at the store seemed to have stuck to Gemma and Sabrina. She was an attractive woman with a sort of angular face and tanned skin, and you thought she was likely a darker skinned italian. Her nametag said Opaline, but she said to call her Opal, and soon she was as free prodding and poking you as your girlfriends were.

You ended up with three shirts and a sweater, and then one pair of slacks. Sabrina wouldn't let you even look at the price tags.

Opal gave some suggestions to the girls for where else to go in the mall, then hooked your arm on the way out to hold you back a moment.

"You are one lucky fuck, you know that?" she asked you.

"I'm well aware," you said.

"Good. Because you will never get a chance like this in your life, so make the most of it," she said and patted you on the ass like you were a batter heading up to the plate.

Gemma and Sabrina both burst out laughing when you told them why you'd taken an extra second to come out of the store.

The next store was a suit shop, but apparently, you were only there for shirts. A tall, thin and very gay man with a thin moustache and a penchant for making little derogatory sighs measured you up and brusquely walked you through the store and never addressed you once.

At least the shirts were nice - you ended up with three more button-downs, all of them patterned and in colours you wouldn't have picked for yourself.

Then the next stop was a dress store. Gemma and Sabrina passed off the shopping bags, and their purses, to you and each picked out a handful of dresses to try on. And then, blessedly, the fashion show reversed and it was your turn to watch and judge. Not that there was so much judging as offering minor commentary and being wowed by your girlfriends.

Sabrina knew how to buy for her slim body type and showed off a bunch of slinky dresses that ended high on her skinny thighs and showed off what little side-boob she had. Gemma tended toward a more modest style that all looked pretty on her, but then the last one she came out in was more ballgown than party dress and you couldn't talk. It was blood red and showed a perfect amount of her bounteous cleavage and lay across her body.

"Holy shit," Sabrina said for you.

"Really?" Gemma asked. "I thought it would be too much."

"Are you kidding?" Sabrina asked. "It's fucking perfect."

"What do you think, John?" Gemma asked.

You stood up and went to her, taking her cheeks softly in your hands and kissing her sweetly. "It's like it was made for you. Don't second guess yourself ever, Gemma. You could make a plastic bag look hot."

She beamed, then blushed as she swirled around and looked at herself in the mirror. "I don't even know where I would wear it," she said.

"Um, on a fancy date, duh," Sabrina chuckled. "I don't even care where you decide to wear it though, I'm buying it for you."

"No, you can't," Gemma said.

"Hey," Sabrina said, holding up a finger with a scolding tone, then pointed to herself. "Sugarmomma for the day, remember?"

Gemma looked back at herself in the mirror and you hugged her from behind, and she smiled. "OK. But just this one."

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To Be Continued...