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Masquerade
(Faye Valentine)

"I barely had the nerve to come in here. There's no way in hell I could crawl around wearing something like that where people can see me."

"With the mask that comes with the furry costumes no one is going to recognize you. And because I really like you I'll go one better. Take me up on the offer and I'll give you the collar and cuff set for free."

"Why?"

"You want an honest answer?"

"Yes."

"You're gorgeous and if there's one thing I love it's seeing a gorgeous woman humiliating herself for me. Do we have a deal? Five minutes of shame for thousands in savings?"

"But I'm not into furry. I'll never use one suit, let alone two."

"The second suit does not have to be furry. There's no pressure. I'm just trying to save you money while allowing you to explore your sexuality. Say no and I won't ask again. Otherwise, strip naked and get into one of the furry outfits."

"What about the register? Don't you have to be out there or something?"

"There are always two of us working. Brianna should have taken over by now."

"And I have to crawl out there and back in here?"

"You'll start here at the masks, crawl out to the main shop and around the outer perimeter, back in here around the perimeter and stopping once you get back to the masks. And you have to do it in the full costume including the tailed plug so keep that in mind when you're choosing."

"You mean if I choose."

"I think we both know you will. I can see the look in your eyes. It's screaming submissive so go ahead and pick one out and get it over with. Or prove me wrong and buy only the mask and collar set."

"I'm not saying I'll do it, but I'll look and see what you have," I said, going back to the racks containing the furry costumes. This time taking a much closer look at the wears, I saw damn near every animal represented in latex and leather from dogs, horses and cows to monkeys, pigs, bunnies and a whole lot more. Browsing through them my stomach filled with butterflies and I felt as if I were sweating rivers. Picking up one of a Dalmatian labeled: FIREHOUSE BITCH, I started to tremble. Teresa approached with a wide grin and her hands went to the top button of my blouse. I gazed into her eyes, unable to move or speak as she slowly popped them open one at a time.

"I...I'm not..."

"Shhh...there's no need to talk."

My shirt hitting the floor, she unhooked my bra and it too fell away. Kneeling, she unfastened my jeans and had them down to my knees when I really started breathing heavy. I can appreciate a beautiful body no matter what form it takes, but I am not sexually attracted to women even in the slightest so my brain was having difficulties reconciling why I was allowing one to strip me naked.

"God, you're stunning," she purred, her fingers gently moving up my thighs and to my waist where she grabbed my panties and pulled them down. "And waxed. Absolutely perfect. The only thing that could make this night even better is if you let me have a taste. And no, I am not propositioning you for sex. But if your lips happen to accidentally meet up with mine you won't hear me complaining even a little."