Blackmailing the Tease. Chapter Three: New Wardrobe
 
Chapter 1
Chapter 2

A tease gets blackmailed into situations she may be uncomfortable with.

This is the third chapter of an adult story. 

this is a fictional story, any likeness to people or places, either real or fictional is coincidental. All characters and places were created from the artists imagination and should not be assumed to be real.

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 New Wardrobe  


   Allison followed Greg so closely she was practically hugging him, trying to hide from all the leering eyes in the mall. Without warning Greg spun and stepped behind Allison, using one arm to pin her hands together behind her back, while his other hand grabbed the front of her skirt and pulled it up.  

   It took a second for the shock of what just happened to hit Allison. Standing there on display, with her thong soaked in her juices, nearly see through now. She did not realize the worst of it for a good five seconds, until her eyes fell onto her ex-boyfriend staring at her now exposed body.  

   It was at that point when Allison started to struggle and try to get away from Greg.    

   “Stop struggling or I will strip you naked right here in the mall.” Greg ordered, as Allison stopped struggling, hoping Greg would end her humiliation soon.  

   After processing what he was seeing, Allison's ex smiled, before pulling out his phone and opening his camera. Greg almost let him take the picture before a thought occurred to him. Letting Allison's skirt fall back down and stepping in front of her.  

   “Thank-you.” Allison thanked him, as she walked nearly touching Gregs back again.  

   “I didn't do it for you.” Greg explained. “I just wouldn't want another guy to be able to blackmail you is all. I want to own you completely.”  

   'Great.' Allison thought to herself. She wanted to ask about her boyfriend Ron, but was afraid of what Greg would say.

It was not long before they were in another store, Allison still following Greg so closely she could not see what store they had entered. Taking a deep breath she stepped back to get a look at the store.  

   'The Store for Sluts,' as Allison had called it just last week. Looking around, everything in the store was short, tight, or a combination of the two.  

   “What can I help you with today?” came a friendly greeting from a saleswoman.    

   Greg nudged Allison this time, forcing her to do the talking.  

   “I'm looking for some new clothes.” Allison said through  a forced smile and looking to Greg, hoping her response was the right one.  

   “Great.” The lady replied. “Are you looking for one outfit, a few? New wardrobe?”  

   Allison's heart dropped when Greg nodded at the last one. Forcing herself to continue smiling, she replied with “A new wardrobe.”  

   “Okay. Well any idea what you are looking for?” The saleswoman asked.  

   “Um. Kind of looking for a new look.” Allison suggested.  

   “New, from that?” The lady asked, looking Allison up and down.  

   “That's the first shot at it.” Greg cut in. “She wanted me to help her push her comfort zone, I decided to go the extreme, that way anything she tries now won't look so bad.”  

   “Make sense to me.” The lady said. “Why don't you head to the changing room and I will bring some stuff for you to try?”  

   “Sure.” Allison replied, as the saleswoman looked her up and down one last time, trying to guess her sizes.  

   “Leave the change-room door wide open at all times.” Greg said so soft only he and Allison could hear.  

   “Okay.” Allison said, knowing once again Greg would go to great lengths to humiliate her.  

   As Allison pushed the change-room door open, she realized Greg would not have to try hard. The door opened to a small change-room, in which there would be nowhere to hide with the door open.  

   The saleswoman soon met them at the changing room with an armful of clothes. Setting the armful of clothes down on a bench near the room, she handed Allison a dress to start with.  

   Allison took the dress and walked into the dress room, fighting the instinct to close the door, she pulled her top off in plain view of everyone. Looking around for a hook or bench to store it she found none.  

   “Sorry, I've told management of install some hooks but they never listen.” The woman apologized.  

   “No matter. I don't mind holding it.” Greg announced louder than Allison would like, as he held his arm out, deliberately standing a few feet outside the door.  

   Even Greg was slightly shocked at how compliantly Allison walked out of the change-room, handing him her top in the middle of a busy store.  

   Retreating to the safety of the small change-room, Allison pulled her skirt and off and tossed it to Greg. Greg caught it with ease but shot a look at Allison that told her she would not want to do that again.  

   As the fear started to set in at exactly what Greg had in mind with her, Allison pulled the dress on. The dress was tight, even more than Allison thought, as she gave it a good pull, but it still would not go on.  

   “Is it suppose to be this tight?” Allison asked.  

   “No. I think I got your size wrong. Sorry I'll go grab a larger size.  

   Taking the dress off, Allison looked to Greg, hoping he would bring her clothes to her. Greg just nodded to the bench with the rest of the stuff for her to try on.  

   With a heavy sigh, Allison walked out of the change-room in just her thong, dropping the dress on the bench, before walking to Greg to get her clothes back. Keeping a firm grip on her clothes, Greg nodded towards the saleswoman returning with another dress.  

   Turning back to the saleswoman, Allison took the new dress, and pulled it on right there, wanting to get herself covered as soon as possible. This dress was tight, but fit her well, clinging to her body. The white fabric went to just below her ass, and the top was cut low, halfway down her breasts.

   “If everyone one was like you we wouldn't need changing rooms.” The saleswoman joked. “But that is perfect, as this dress is not designed to be worn with a bra.”  

   That last comment drew a few looks from people in the store, and caused Allison's face to turn bright red. The saleswoman wasted no time grabbing another outfit for Allison to try on.    

   Allison did not bother going into the changing room this time, knowing Greg was just going to make her come out again anyways. So with a sigh, she pulled the dress off carefully putting it off to the side while taking the next outfit and trying it on right there in the store.  

   By the time they were done, Allison had stripped in the store a good few dozen times, and had a pile of clothes in the 'to buy' pile, including two tight dressed, both of which came down to just below her ass, one white and one black. A summer dress no longer that the other two, several skirts, multiple skin-tight, ultra thin tops, all white, and couple of pairs of yoga shorts.  

   After once again making Allison pay, Greg led her out of the mall, once again wearing her mini skirt with her schoolgirl top. As they got to Greg's car, Greg opened the back door so Allison could put her clothes in the back, causing her to bend over while doing so. Greg made sure to take a picture, while the few people in the parking lot got a good view up her skirt.

   After getting into Greg's passenger seat, Allison could not help but wonder what else Greg was going to make her do.