Shopping with Shiki

The situation is desperate. I'm alone in the women's section no it's worse than that: I'm alone in the lingerie section. My arms are sore, they're dangling from my shoulders now, trying in vain to grip onto the dozens of stuffed shopping bags in my clutches. Usually there's some kind of chair for poor saps like me in this situation but I can't find it.

 

I can't put down the bags since putting them down would mean fiddling with them forever just trying to get my fingers around each handle again. That means I can't reach into my pocket and distract myself with my smartphone and at least try to look inconspicuous. I'm instead forced to stare at lace, frills and floral patterns. They're not even on an attractive woman and as such they are meaningless to me.

 

Impatiently I covertly manoeuvre myself closer to Shiki's dressing room. Hoping she might finally be done and that I can be free of this nightmare.  I hang my head down hoping not to get awkward glances from the middle-aged ladies flipping through the racks. I'm almost there and I hear the voice of an angel.

 

Shiki pokes her head out from behind the door of her dressing room "Sweetie, can you help me for a sec?"

 

I lumber over to her desperately trying to not knock anything over with the wide load I'm carrying "What is it?"

 

She grabs my shirt and pulls my head into the dressing room. "Is this one too small?"

 

I gaze down at her and notice she's only covered by an itty-bitty black bra that struggles to contain her breasts. The cups dig into her skin causing her tits to spill out and her cleavage to look like a bottomless pit. Shiki wriggles her shoulders and stands on her tip-toes to tease me. She gently pets herself in anticipation of me pouncing on her.

 

"Just a bit." I mutter.

 

She gives me her trademark Cheshire cat grin "You said you liked seeing me in black lingerie right? But since this doesn't fit I'll just have to make do with something else; like your hands!"

 

She licks her lips at me.

 

"But I've got all these bags-"

 

Shiki smirks "Oh well I guess it will have to wait for another time then!"

 

She goes to close the door on me but I block it. I lower my voice to a whisper "When we get home I'm going to make sure you go without clothes for a week."

 

"Is that a promise?" She sticks her tongue out at me. "Well we'll just have to wait until we get home then!"

 

Shiki puts a fingertip to my forehead and nudges me out of the dressing room. I'm sent back out into the harsh fluorescent lighted atmosphere of the lingerie department. I shuffle away and try to find something to lean against in order to rest and brace myself for the next load of bags to carry. Speaking of which these bags will come in handy for hiding that tent in my pants.

 

Damn it, Shiki. You tease.