--[Megan]--
I paused mid-step as a familiar voice called out my name from behind me, 'No...please no...anyone but you.'
Despite my painful anticipation, I turned around and found Brian, my family's dog, staring at me with wide eyes that went up and down my body, lingering for several seconds on my chest and ass.
"Hey Brian, long time no see," I spoke first, seeing as all the blood had temporarily left his head.
Brian blinked once, managing to pick his jaw up off the ground to form a coherent sentence, "Y-yeah, you kinda just up and left without saying goodbye. You even left behind all your stuff."
"Hmm?" Ramon asked a wordless question as he turned around, only to stall when his eyes landed on Brian. "Is that dog talking...and standing upright on two legs?"
"The dog had a name for your information," Brian growled under his breath as he crossed his arms, "And who are you supposed to be?"
"This," I started as I put Ramon's hand back on my ass and leaned against him, "Is my man Ramon. He's the reason why I was finally able to move out."
Brian shook his head, "I can't believe what I'm hearing! You're living with this guy?! Do you know how upset Lois and Peter are?"
"Does it look like I give a fuck," I rolled my eyes. "Besides, they don't miss their daughter; they just miss having someone they can constantly take a shit on because they're unsatisfied with how little they've accomplished with their lives."
"A-alright, there may be some truth to that, but still running away to live with some practical stranger isn't the right way to handle it," Brian insisted with another frown in Ramon's direction, "I mean, you've only been gone for what, less than a week, and he already has you dressing up like a sl-"
"You'd better think real carefully about what you say next," Ramon suddenly interjected, his voice dropping an octave as he glared at Brian, who stiffened and I imagined would have broken out into a cold sweat if possible.
Seeing Ramon jumping to defend me made my heart flutter, and a blush spread across my cheeks.
"I-I w-wasn't-" Brian stammered desperately trying to think of a way to avoid getting his ass beat.
"I chose to wear these clothes because I can finally make decisions for myself." I interrupted with a coy smile before I put my hand on Ramon's chest, "But I'm not mad, because you wouldn't be wrong, Brian. I am a slut, but I'm only a slut for him; he's the only one who gets to take these clothes off of me. He's, I'll let tell me what to do."
"My god, Meg, listen to yourself," Brian scoffed with a disgusted look in his eyes, "Next thing you know, you're gonna have a tattoo of this guy's face on your arm."
I smirked as I reached down towards my shorts, "Well, I already let him put this on me."
I watched with glee as Brian's eyes turned into saucers as I undid the front button of my shorts, pulled the flaps aside, and pushed down my underwear, revealing the womb tattoo parked just above my crotch.
"What do you think, Brian?" I asked in a teasing tone as I traced my fingers over the ink, "Do you think it suits me?"
"Please tell me that isn't permanent," Brian muttered, though he continued to stare, and I could feel the lust in his gaze.
I smirked, "It is, but don't get too excited, nobody wants to see you're little red rocket."
My insult snapped Brian out of his daze, and he glared at me with his wounded ego, "Alright, Meg, I don't know what's gotten into you. But you're acting like a real asshole right now."
"Aw, is someone upset that I attacked their fragile sense of masculinity?" I mocked as I batted my eyelashes, "As for what's gotten into me...it's about eleven inches long."
To prove my point, I reached over and grabbed Ramon's crotch, smiling as my hand wrapped around his penis, outlining its size and girth through his pants.
Brian couldn't help but stare in shock, and I laughed again, "What's wrong, Brian, feeling a bit jealous? Let me guess, you're thinking that if you even had half of Ramon's size, you would actually stand a chance of getting with my mom?"
My comment hit Brian like a physical blow as his head snapped up to look at me, "N-no o-of course, n-not. W-why would I think that?"
"Cause you're a literal horn dog, who's been trying to sleep with my mother ever since they took you off the street as a stray," I deadpanned with a roll of my eyes, "The only one who doesn't know it is my dad, because he's one IQ point away from being mentally handicapped."
Brian's jaw clenched, "You don't know what you're talking about, Meg. And how could you even talk about your mother like that?"
I grinned, "It was just a hunch, but I'll be able to prove it soon enough."
I let go of Ramon's crotch and went to button up my shorts, only to realize that I actually didn't mind the look, and left it as is. "Come on, let's get going. We've wasted enough time already."
At my prompting, Ramon turned around, and I followed his lead, not. Even having to look to know that Brian was watching my ass as I walked away. Taunting him, knowing that he could never do more than look.
I smiled at that thought, 'Picking on people is way more fun than I thought it would be. Is this what all those popular girls in high school felt like? Honestly, I can't even blame them anymore.'
"M-meg, what was that? I've never seen you act like that before," Patty asked me with wide eyes as she glanced over at me.
"I don't know, I guess I finally got tired of people talking and walking over me," I replied with a shrug and a smile, "It felt good to finally stand up for myself, really good."
"Well, you looked hot as fuck doing it," Ramon muttered as his hand squeezed my ass, making me giggle, "Though be careful about grabbing my dick like that. There's no convenient off switch, and I really don't want someone calling the police on me for walking around with a hard on."
I caught Patty's eyes as she glanced down at Ramon's crotch with clear curiosity and desire, "Well then, let's get a move on. I'm fairly certain the lingerie store has private changing rooms that we can use. Where we don't have to worry about any pesky interruptions."
"Then what are we waiting around for?" Ramon asked with a sly smile as he pulled us along.
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"Hmm, what about this one?" I asked Patty as I turned from the mirror to face her.
"I-I think it looks really nice, " Patty stammered, her face a bright red even though she wasn't even looking at me.
I let out a long, frustrated sigh. Normally, I would entertain Patty's shy demeanor, but not when it was actively working against me. "Alright, that's enough!"
Patty flinched as I shouted, "W-what is it?! I-I said it looked nice!"
"First of all, you've said everything I've tried on looks nice. I need that critical mind of yours to whip up some good feedback," I stressed before putting my hands on my hips. "Second of all, you've yet to try a single thing on, and Ramon is out there waiting for us to come out and show off!"
"N-no h-he's waiting for you to come out!" Patty rebutted while shaking her head, "You've been all over each other this whole time, and I keep worrying about getting in the way!"
I stared at Patty with wide eyes for a long moment before I let out a sigh, "You know, for the smartest girl I know, you're pretty dense, aren't you? I mean, you sucked his dick and still think he doesn't have a hard-on for you."
"I-I, t-that doesn't," Patty stammered and blushed, and I held up my hands, calming her down before she fried herself, "Look, just do this with me, and if Ramon isn't all over you, then I'll never press this issue again, alright?"
"A-are you sure, y-you won't have a problem with Ramon paying me attention?" Patty asked nervously.
"What are you talking about?" I sighed with a slight smile, "I've been trying to hook you up with him for the past week. Besides, trust me when I say Ramon has more than enough to go around."
Patty bit her lip indecisively for a second before I saw a glint appear in her eyes, and she looked at me, "Alright then, hand me that plum color set over there."