Showcase had grudgingly agreed to go shopping with her. He was really being a good sport, being drug all over the mall as Kat dragged him from sale to various sale. But if he had to go into one more shoe store…..
stressed She glanced up as they passed one of her more favorite stores and she pulled him inside. “Ooooh, Justin! We HAVE to go in here!” At first he resisted until he looked around at the racks and racks of lingerie.
cool “Want to help me pick out some new stuff to wear, Justin?” She gave him a completely innocent look, a smile on her face. She giggled as she watched him look around.
He almost didn’t hear her, and turned back to her. “Huh? What? Pick stuff out?” He grinned at her, “I’d LOVE to help you out with that, babe.
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They went from rack to rack, him pulling off various outfits and she giggling and handing some back because in his haste, he grabbed the wrong sizes on some of them. She made her way back to the dressing room and slipped inside while he waited rather impatiently outside of the fitting room door.
“Kat,” He hissed, “I don’t see why you have to try this stuff on here, you could just try it on back at your place.” He had already pictured what some of the outfits would look like on her, and he was more than ready to leave and head back to her place for a private showing. He heard the lock click as if she was going to exit, but all he saw was her hand slip out, motioning for him to come into the dressing room with her. He glanced around quickly; thanking the powers that be that it was the middle of the afternoon and the store was empty, save for the lone salesgirl at the register. He quickly slipped inside the fitting room and locked the door behind him.
He turned and looked at her and swallowed hard. She stood in front of him, wearing what could barely be classified as a costume. She had on a miniskirt that barely covered her, along with a black halter-top that had a silver badge on it. She also had on a police hat and was swinging a pair of handcuffs from her fingers. His eyes trailed down to the garter belt that held the sheer black stockings in place on her legs. She had slipped her black stiletto boots on to complete the outfit.
She walked a few steps and was standing right in front of him, but not quite touching him. “You like, Justin?” She gave him a sultry smile. She leaned in and whispered in his ear.
“And just so you know…what you see is all I have on. wink ” His eyes darkened when she said that and without a word, pulled her to him and captured her mouth in a hard, passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and raked her nails down his back, causing him to growl deep in his throat and kiss her harder, his hands sliding down the curves of her body. He pulled her hard up against him, his desire for her very evident.
Her head spun as desire slammed into her. Fumbling with his belt, she finally got it unbuckled and was trying to undo the button on his jeans. He tore his mouth away from hers, kissing and nipping her neck as he helped her. Jeans undone, he picked her up, which caused her skirt to ride up around her waist. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, leaning forward to kiss him hard, her hands fisting in his hair. He took a few steps and she felt the wall of the fitting room against her back. She bit at his neck, feeling him pressed up against her, and she urged him on.
“Now, Justin,” She breathed huskily into his ear,
“Take me!” She arched up against him as his mouth trailed ever downward and he did as she requested. She bit his neck and whimpered to keep from crying out, his fingers digging into her flesh.
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*stifles a horrified scream not knowing WHAT is going on
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Sees that - we's just witnessed twos deals being done. Ehhh she's got herself some good earners there it seems. One of thems is that coppers too, yous know Guglielmo partner ehh, ehh? No wonders he went homes so earlies. 
Maybes zitellona got more up 'er sleeves then we's given 'er credit for... 