**The Fitting Room**

I wasn’t planning on buying anything today. Just browsing, killing time. But then *she* walked up—Elle, the salesgirl with the smirk that made my dick twitch the second she said, *“Need help finding anything?”*

Her voice was low, teasing. The way her eyes dragged down my body wasn’t professional. At all.

I played along. “Maybe something… fitted?”

Her grin widened. “Lucky for you, I *specialize* in fit checks.” She motioned toward the back where the fitting rooms were. “Come on, I’ll make sure everything *suits* you.”

Fuck.

I followed her, watching the sway of her hips in that tight black skirt. The store was quiet, just the hum of some shitty pop music and the occasional rustle of fabric. She stopped at the last fitting room, the biggest one, and opened the door with a flourish.

“Strip,” she said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I hesitated for half a second before tugging my shirt off. Elle leaned against the mirror, arms crossed, eyes dark as she watched. My zipper was loud in the quiet room, and when my jeans hit the floor, her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

Then she stepped closer, fingers tracing the outline of my hard cock through my boxers. “These aren’t *fitted* enough.” She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down, letting my dick spring free. “Much better.”

I groaned when her fingers wrapped around me, stroking slow, teasing. “Fuck, Elle—”

“Shh.” She dropped to her knees, looking up at me with those wicked eyes. “Someone might hear.”

And then her mouth was on me, hot and wet, her tongue swirling around the head before she sucked me deeper. My hips jerked forward, but she gripped my thighs, keeping me still as she worked me with her lips. The slurping sounds, the way her cheeks hollowed—fuck, it was too much.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling just enough to make her moan around my cock. The vibration shot straight to my balls.

Then she stopped.

Elle stood, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “My turn.”

She unbuttoned her blouse, letting it slip off her shoulders. No bra. Just perfect fucking tits, nipples already hard. I reached for her, but she smacked my hand away. “Uh-uh. Watch.”

She unzipped her skirt, stepping out of it with a little sway. Black lace panties—soaked. I could *smell* her. She hooked her fingers in the sides and peeled them down, slow, revealing her pussy, glistening and swollen.

“Touch yourself,” she whispered.

I didn’t hesitate. My hand wrapped around my cock again, stroking as I watched her sink two fingers into her cunt, fucking herself in lazy circles.

“You like that?” she breathed. “Like watching me get myself off while you’re standing there, hard as fuck and *needing* me?”

I bit back a groan. “Yeah.”

She smirked. “Good.”

Then she turned, bracing one hand against the mirror, arching her back until her ass was right there. “Then fuck me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

One hand gripped her hip, the other guiding my cock to her dripping slit. I pushed in, slow, savoring the way her tight cunt stretched around me. She gasped, her nails scratching the mirror.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted.

“And you’re *big*,” she panted, pushing back against me.

I started fucking her hard, deep strokes that made her moan with every thrust. The mirror fogged up from her breath, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the little room. I reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast circles as I pounded into her.

“Oh fuck—*fuck*—right there!” Her voice was high, desperate.

Her pussy clenched around me, and I knew she was close. My balls tightened, my thrusts getting sloppier as I chased my own orgasm.

“Come with me,” I growled.

Elle let out this broken little whimper, and then she was shaking, her back arching as she came. The way her cunt pulsed around me pushed me over the edge—I buried myself deep and came, filling her up as she kept milking me with each aftershock.

We stayed like that for a second, both panting, until she finally turned her head to smirk at me over her shoulder.

“So.” She bit her lip. “You *are* buying something, right?”

Fuck. I was definitely coming back next week.