Divine Artifact in a Scientific World-Chapter 140: Balloon Rack

Samantha giggled. "Yes, I can’t wait to find out what he tastes like."

Realizing she’d just said that out loud, she covered her mouth with her free hand.

"Salty with nutty aftertaste," said Miranda with a grin. Samantha’s beginning blush bloomed across her face and down her neck.

He just shook his head. As long as Miranda didn’t take things too far, he’d let her tease Samantha. The girl was just too cute when she was acting shy. And, with her pale skin, her blush was incredibly obvious.

"What do you think of that one?" he asked, pointing at the manikin with the vest. It felt less formal than a suit, but snazzy enough for a yacht club party.

"Hmm, that look might work for you, but not with a sweater vest. You’ll need something sharper. The sweater vest just screams, soft, pampered rich boy," said Samantha.

"I think you’re right," said Miranda. "It could be a good look for him, but definitely not a sweater vest."

As they toured the other displays, Jack noticed a couple enter the store. A middle-aged man in a suit and a woman that looked like two balloons on a stick.

She was thin with a narrow waist and narrow shoulders, but tits almost as large as Miranda’s. They were obviously fake and looked ridiculous on her. It wasn’t the size; it was that they were just so far out of proportion with the rest of her.

Samantha noticed him looking and asked, "Do you like her... um. Do you like that? That look?"

"Not really, no. They’re obviously fake, and look ridiculous on her."

"But Miranda’s..."

"Are proportional to the rest of her, and natural."

He leaned close to her ear and said softly, "Don’t look at Miranda, or that blond balloon rack over there, and assume that’s what I want. You look good just the way you are. Okay?"

She kissed his cheek and said, "Okay."

He noticed the man and woman both eyeing Miranda’s prodigious rack. The woman with jealousy, the man with interest. Miranda noticed too, and he could feel her smug satisfaction through their connection.

They toured the rest of the displays, but nothing screamed, ’buy me’, so they left and headed for the next store.

Several stores later, Miranda found something she liked. The store was like the others, open, minimalist. Everything visible was a display item, but the styles felt sharper.

"Ooh, this is better," muttered Miranda as she entered the and began browsing the displays.

He and Samantha were looking at vest and shirt combinations displayed on one wall when a lovely young sales woman approached.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Her voice was polite, but neutral.

He nodded towards Miranda, who was running her hand over a pair of slacks, and said, "You’ll want to talk to my personal shopper. I’m mostly fashion illiterate."

The young saleswoman looked between him and Miranda, then with the faintest of smiles said, "Understood. I’ll go ask your personal shopper what she has in mind."

She then turned and glided across the room towards Miranda. A few minutes later, Miranda approached, sales woman in tow.

"I’ve selected some items for you to try on," she said, caressing his arm. "The lovely Lydia has prepared a changing room for you."

He nodded and turned, Samantha still attached to his arm, to follow Miranda as she led them towards the back of the store.

They passed around a corner and entered an alcove with a two full-length mirrors, and three small couches along the wall and a hallway leading to several closed doors. Not typical changing room doors with a gap at top and bottom with thin angled slats, but proper room doors.

Miranda led them to one of the doors, pushed it open, and entered. He and Samantha followed.

The changing room was the largest he’d ever seen, more like a small bedroom than a changing room. It had a couch, chair, and table, and on one wall was an array of clothing items arranged in artful displays.

It was like they’d recreated several of the store displays just for him. Each display was a combination of slacks, shirt, vest, shoes, and belt.

After closing the changing room door, Miranda approached him and said with a purr, "Okay, big boy, let’s get you undressed."

A glance at Samantha’s face showed she was also eager to help him undress.

"Is that any way for a personal shopper to behave?" he asked Miranda with a grin.

"W-w-what?" she asked, sounding a little surprised.

Then she looked between him and Samantha, and bit her lip while squirming. Through their connection, he could feel her growing arousal. She liked it when he made her wait, and something about him being alone with Samantha seemed to excite her even more.

"A-a-as you wish. I will just wait outside."

After she left the changing room, he turned to Samantha and asked, "Did you want to help me change?"

"I-i-is this really okay?" she asked, looking back at the closed door.

"Unless you’re planning to lose your V-card in this room, then I’d say it’s okay," he teased.

"What?! No. I mean, not here anyway. This isn’t exactly what I envisioned for my first time. But... I will, if that’s what you want."

Wow. He knew she had a crush on him, but her willingness surprised him.

Curious, he asked, "What did you envision for your first time?"

"My mom said I shouldn’t put much effort into making my first time special. She said I should just make sure it was some place safe where I could feel comfortable and relaxed, were I wouldn’t feel rushed or worried about being caught. So my place or yours is fine, but a fancy hotel room would be nice."

He smiled. Since "his place" and "fancy hotel room" happened to be the same thing, she should be happy.

"So, what would you say if I told you I wanted to take you back to my place and ravish you?"

"Yes! Please!" she said enthusiastically. Then, in a more hesitant tone, "Please tell me that wasn’t a hypothetical question."

"No. Not hypothetical. Alright. When we’re done shopping, I’ll take you back to my place and ravish you. Just let me know if you change your mind. I don’t want to rush you."