After her little morning pick-me-up with the gardener, Kim decided to take a shower and head down to the stores to get some shopping done before the whole day was a total waste. She called up her best friend, Tammy Vanderhosen, wife to Hugh Vanderhosen, heir of the department store estate.
"It's such a glorious day to be up and around in Beverly Hills," said Kim on the phone, "what do you say we do a little clothes shopping."
"That sounds wonderful," said Tammy. "I haven't bought anything since last weekend and I'm about to die."
"Don't die when you can still shop," said Kim with a giggle.
Tammy arrived at Kim's mansion in her Rolls Royce. Kim couldn't help but admire Tammy's chauffeur. Tammy had already told Kim all about James. Tammy claimed that James had a cock so big that she could not get her mouth around in during his job interview.
"I almost didn't hire him because of that," said Tammy, "but he did come with some sterling references, and good help is so hard to find, that it did seem a shame not to hire a man just because he happen to be born with a huge schlong. I mean, it with wasn't his fault, was it?"
No, a man couldn't be faulted for that, thought Kim, but he could be faulted if he didn't work to overcome his handicap. Maybe she could lend him a hand someday.
The Rolls took them down Rodeo Drive, past some of the most trendy and expensive stores in the world. "You know," said Tammy, "sometimes I think I love shopping more than screwing."
"Well, you can shop longer than you can screw, that's for sure," said Kim, "but I don't wake up in the middle of the night horny to buy something."
"Now that I'm older, I don't either," said Tammy. She was at least twenty-five years old. She already had some surgery on her huge tits to keep that at the proper angle. "No tilt for tits is my motto," she said.
As they drove past a shocking pink building with a huge neon sign on it, Tammy cried out, "Oh, James, stop! Stop here."
"I don't think I've ever shopped here before," said Kim. The neon sign said, "Her Majesty's Service."
"It's the newest on the block," said Tammy. "I've heard some divine things about it."
"What do they sell?"
"Why don't we go in and find out," said Tammy with a wicked laugh.
While James waited outside in the Rolls, Tammy and Kim entered the pink store. It was a lingerie store – a very nasty lingerie store.
All of the shop girls wore the merchandise. Sometimes that might include a pair of panties with a slit in the middle and a bra that was also cut out in the center so that the woman's large red nipples stuck out for all to see.
"I don't think I've ever seen a store like this before," gasped Kim.
"Oh, come on," said Tammy, "don't you wear any little hot nighties for your William?" William Dunlop was Kim's husband.
"What would be the use? He would just rip them off."
"Oh, but you must learn to tease your man," said Tammy.
"I'm Nancy," said one of the shop girls. "Can I help you two ladies."
Nancy was wearing a very small bikini panty bottom, so narrow that her pubic hair had to have been shaved. From behind, it could barely be seen, the fabric going up the crack of her ass. She wore a bra that had tassels on each tip. On top of her panties, she wore garter belt that held up black mesh stockings, and, of course, she wore the requisite high heels.
"Well, Nancy," said Tammy, "my friend here is looking for a little something to put some spice in her marriage, if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean," said Nancy. "This is the number one reason why people come here."
"Do you have anything that might set off those wonderful breasts and her red hair?"
"Let me check in back."
Nancy returned with several outfits. "If you'd want, we have our dressing rooms in back. We also have a special service that's designed to tell you which of your costumes are the sexiest."
"Really?" exclaimed Kim.
"Go for it," said Nancy.
"All right," said Kim, "let me have the special service."
"Right this way," said Nancy.
She escorted Kim to a rear room. It was empty except for a small raised platform and three chairs. "Stand up on there," said Nancy, pointing to the platform. Kim did as she was told.
Next came in three men, one not much older than twenty, another in his forties, and a third in his sixties. They were dressed in black tuxedos. They sat down on the three chairs.
"Who are they?" asked Kim.
"They are the special service," said Nancy. "They've been demographically chosen to provide the most comprehensive feedback. To help you determine which is the sexiest outfit for you."
"How delightful," said Tammy. "I just love immediate feedback."
"Take off your clothes and put on the outfits one by one," said Nancy.
Although it all sounded a bit strange, Kim knew that Beverly Hills was always on the cutting edge of fashion and style. Besides, who could be better to determine the sexiest outfit than three demographically chosen men?
First, Kim removed her high heels. Then she hiked up her skirt so that she could roll down her pantyhose. Slowly, she unbuttoned her silk blouse and pulled it off. She was wearing a white lacy bra underneath. Next, she unbuckled her skirt and let it drop to the platform. Now she was standing there only in her panties and bra.
"You must remove everything," said Nancy. "Our creations won't fit over underthings."
"Oh, of course," said Kim.
The men in the tuxedos watched impassively as Kim unhooked her bra and took it off, her tits bouncing upward, released from their nylon bondage. Next, she shucked off her panties. Her red bush seemed to be on fire. She couldn't believe it, but she was getting turned on. It was like she was returning to her old life, before she met William and started living the Beverly Hills life. Back in those days, she had been Gigi Galore, a stripper. But her past was now her little secret.
She picked up the first outfit and put it on. It was just a pretty little satin bikini panty with a dip front and lots of lacy lace.
"Now, that," said Nancy, "is worn topless. With a bosom the size of yours, it works quite wonderfully, a beautiful compliment to your upper body."
The three men in tuxedos had taken out pads of paler and were writing furiously, studying Kim carefully.
Kim's next outfit was a stretch lace bandeau bra. With its underwire support, it lifted her tits high, yet was cut low enough so that her big round nipples were pleasingly displayed. On her bottom, she wore a matching bikini, cut low on the hips.
The men wrote furious, crossing and recrossing their legs.
"Now, this next creation," said Nancy, "is sure to have a strong effect on the man of your choice."
Kim stripped down again, then put on a see-through teddy, decorated with an overlay of white lace and ribbon beading. It was so sheer that her tan lines showed through perfectly.
By now, with all this dressing and undressing in front of these men, Kim's pussy was dripping wet. She hoped it wouldn't stain anything.
When she appeared in front of the men in the teddy, she knew she must be having some effect, for all three men had very obvious boners, straining against their pants. Kim was getting into it now, just as she had when she worked the strip clubs. She dipped and turned, then bent over and wiggled her firm ass, giving the men a good idea of what it must be like to fuck her from behind.
On the sidelines, Tammy laughed. "She was always a shy girl," she told Nancy.
Soon, the men had actually taken their dicks out of their pants and were jerking off. When Kim saw this, she knew she had found the right nightie. "Wrap this one up," she told Nancy.
She stripped off he nightie and handed it to the shop girl. Of course, Kim now had other ideas. After all, here she was, nude, in front of three beautiful and large pricks. She looked at her companions.
"What do you say we give these judges a little tip for all their hard work?" she said.
Tammy had been looking at the men and had come up with the same idea. She nodded hungrily, licking her lips. "I think they should be rewarded for all their hard, hard work."
"There's three dressing rooms at the rear of the store," said Nancy, "and… they're empty at the present moment."