1. Dress Off 2: Erica vs. Kimberly (Part 1)


    Date: 1/3/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: staceyshackleton, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    immediately and flew towards the escalators. The slipstream caused by her sudden running caused the blouse to open out behind her again. As she started leaping down the steps of the escalator, pushing unceremoniously past book-laden library users, her mind coalesced on one single overpowering thought - she had to get to that clue first, she just had to! Fighting her way past what now seemed to be rush-hour foot traffic at the library, Erica arrived at the ground floor and immediately accelerated towards the Science Fiction area. She’d lost sight of Kimberly the minute she’d hit ground level, and her eyes now darted all over the place trying to locate the enemy, while her brain tried to multi-task on exactly what shelf the book might be on. As she did, the current state of her blouse finally "ahem’ed" it’s way to the forefront of Erica’s mind, causing a momentary distraction. Rounding the corner of an aisle, she ran head-long into a rotund gentleman browsing through a series of Anime books. Erica stumbled to the floor as she bounced off the man, and she let out a very unladylike curse as her hands couldn’t decide whether to stop her fall or protect her blouse. The man she collided with also grunted in surprise as the lithe beauty was sent sprawling, but with a speed that belied his belly size, he sprang to the rescue and helped Erica to her feet. “Terribly sorry, m’lady!” the man said, apparently apologising more out of force of habit than due to any actual blame on his part. ...
    “It’s okay, it’s okay.” Erica quickly replied, regathering her breath, her thoughts, and her balance, “thanks, and sorry.” The man grinned nervously, and waved away Erica’s own apology as being something entirely unnecessary to proffer. “Not at all, not at all, I was lost in my own world, and...” the man’s voice trailed off as whatever reserves of willpower he was using to look Erica in the eyes were finally exhausted, and his gaze settled lovingly on the bountiful lands of promise immediately below. Erica felt a tsunami of embarrassment sweep over her as she became incredibly self-conscious of her exposure in front of this strange man. Making an involuntary high-pitched “eek”, she gathered the misbehaving sides of her blouse in one hand, covered up, turned and simply ran. Clasping the blouse together, she sped through the aisles, fully expecting to reach her destination only to find the mocking smile of Kimberly greeting her. So it was with a mild surprise tinged with wild hope that Erica Matthews suddenly found herself standing in front of a nondescript shelf, within arms reach of a battered book trapped between two inconsequential tomes. Only a couple of books down from that battered but beautiful text, was a simple grey book with “DE” emblazoned on the spine. Erica hesitated for only a moment, as she realised that the lack of any quip from the earpiece meant that she’d actually, honest to God, reached the clue first. Barely able to contain her excitement, she ripped the ...