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Harper wasn't diametrically opposed to shopping at higher end stores, but it was rare that she had the budget to bother going into one in the first place, and rarer still that she actually found anything she enjoyed, no matter how long she spent perusing the shelves.

That day, with a gift card in hand from a close friend, she was determined to treat herself to something a little nicer, even if she wasn't entirely sure what that was...but she had a date coming up with a handsome gentleman, and building up her own confidence for the moment was proving more difficult than she thought it would.

She had no reason to lack confidence, but pushing into her early 40's and struggling to find a man worth settling down for, she'd noticed the greater volume of a doubting voice in the back of her mind, nagging at her and making her wonder if perhaps she was her own problem, rather than the men that she was constantly turning down.

"A little something silky against your fur might be just the attitude adjustment you need," she read the note on the gift card, knowing the kind of exquisite tastes her friend had: Harper was brave enough to venture into the lingerie boutique with said friend before, but she never had the gumption to buy anything, whether for the exceptionally high prices, or the lack of feeling like anything made sense for her.

Her bosom were just a little too full for her to be able to sample most of the designs that she would consider to be cute, and with the rest of her frame filled out comfortably, the majority of her options were simple whites, blacks and nude tones...for that being the case, she couldn't fathom paying the literal hundreds that some outfits cost.

The fact that her friend always took what seemed like hours trying on outfits didn't help persuade her to make any purchases, but then, Harper didn't know what the real appeal of "Glitz and Glory" was...and until she tried on one of their famous outfits, she wasn't going to understand it.

"Okay, this...this is actually kinda nice, isn't it?" she thought, picking through the racks and finding a pattern of sheer, floral notes, spread across a mostly black brassier and matching panty set. "Looks like it'll really hug my hips and flatter me...where has this been the last five times I got dragged through here?"

Every part of the garment was sheer enough that it would only make subtle secrets of the most private areas of her body, but letting a little preview through to the lucky guy was just what she was in the mood to do: if he was enticing enough for her to strip down that far, she wanted to keep the show going without having to remove anything else.

If he was really worth her time, he'd be glad to do the work to reveal the rest of her bodice and treat it with the love and care that she thought it deserved...but there was more to be done than a simple test of feeling the fabric against her fingertips.

**

The dressing rooms at Glitz and Glory were rather large, and the spaces between them were such that Harper always felt like her friend went there for the sheer privacy that came with them: one could easily afford to have a power nap in the confines of the changing rooms without hearing a thing of the outside world.

She was tempted to do the same, early as she'd crawled out of bed that Saturday, but there was a certain energy to knowing that she'd finally discovered the set of lingerie after months of searching...and if her date went well that night, she wanted to know just what the goods looked like, before she decided to show them off.

With the door closed and locked behind her, Harper took comfort in the full, smooth cushions that decorated the seating area of the fitting room, and the full length mirror reflected the image of a woman that knew what she was after.

Busy as Harper always was, she didn't have much time to date, but that night, the tigress was going to treat herself, enjoy a drink and a fancy meal, and she was going to look damned fine doing it...and if she was the only one to put her paws on her body that evening, she was still going to enjoy the silky feel of the sheer fabric upon her bodice.

"Thank goodness for that gift card...never would have been able to afford these on my own," she murmured. She set the silky fabric on a nearby cushion and reached down to the edge of her tank top, but before she was able to properly strip it away, she noticed something odd about the wall in front of her.

There were full length mirrors on either side of the room, allowing customers to get a full view of themselves from almost any angle, but on the front wall, where no seating was in the way, she noticed a series of wide, open holes appearing before her.

"...What...w-what the fuck?"

The second part of the title of the business was starting to make a little sense to her now, but Harper was immediately apprehensive when the holes appeared. She didn't see any eyes looking through them, but she'd only gone as far as revealing her midriff when she paused and looked around again.

The mirrors were exactly that; nothing about them was false, and the walls were so thick and well insulted that she didn't hear anyone in the booths on either side of her...but the presence of a long, canine tip pushing through the top hole brought her attention back to the front wall.

Dots were connecting in her mind as she watched the flesh come to settle there. "...So that's why she always took so long trying on her outfits," she thought aloud, wanting the man on the other side of the wall to know that she'd taken note of his presence. "Awfully bold of you to think that I'd be interested in something like that, though..."

Harper was only getting ready to go on her first date with the gentleman she'd scheduled for the night; it wouldn't be untoward for her to indulge in the flesh of a stranger before she took that man up on a night on the town, but there was the general stigma associated with enjoying a glory hole in the first place for her to get over...and that was when you went searching for one.

She'd come upon this one by what she thought was a mistake, but the more she thought about her note, the more she realized "Something silky" and "attitude adjustment" weren't necessarily referring to the lingerie she'd picked out.

Her friend knew what would happen all along, and now, it was up to Harper to decide if she was just going to model her lingerie for herself...or share the experience with the lucky male that was picked to service her.

"You...y-you'll understand if I'm a little apprehensive about this, I'm sure," Harper spoke, assuming that the man on the other side of the wall wouldn't be afforded the same luxuries. "I'm sure you're clean, and for the sake of my own confidence, I'd love to pretend that you're just that hard because you saw me coming in, but...you understand why I think this is totally insane, right?"

She waited a moment, but she heard no answer from the other side. Quietly, she expected the man to jostle his hips to make his erection bounce up and down, but he just stood at attention, having very specific instructions to follow.

The wall behind Harper had some of those instructions on them: she assumed it was just the typical rules that were written on the walls of any dressing room, but coming as far as she had, she didn't stop and think to read the literature there.

It would have cleared up some of her confusion, but there was still plenty for her to be uncomfortable with; that she was enjoying the sight of the canine member so much was bothering her in a way that she hadn't expected, but the fact of the matter was that the upscale store was hiding a very dirty secret, and they simply expected her to be the next one to take part in their twisted version of customer service.

Some part of her was insulted that they made the assumption about her, but then, if she'd read the notice on the wall, she would have known that this was the standard at Glitz and Glory, rather than the exception.

"Not to mention...if you have to present like this for every customer than comes in here, they've probably got you pumped full of all kinds of nasty stuff to keep you stiff..."

There was a hint of sympathy in her voice as Harper started putting the pieces together on her own. She narrowed her glare on the gift card and the clever message attached, but as she tossed it into a pile with the lingerie, she realized that the code of silence meant that she could indulge herself all she wanted, and her friend would be none the wiser about what happened.

"If I...if I do this, I want you to know...well...you've got a very nice looking cock," she explained to him, feeling a little awkward about the whole situation, but her excitement about her date that night was already spilling over and influencing her actions in the moment. "And I hope that you can see through that wall somehow...getting to enjoy the sight of the woman you're entertaining is the least that you deserve."

Though she had no children of her own, there was a motherly quality to Harper that had nothing to do with her age: she was a caring lover when she had the rare chance to date someone for more than a week, and those who worked with her spoke well of the tigress, thinking her the 'mom-friend' of their tight-knit group.

That same compassion and affection was carrying over to her movements as she took her time stripping away her tank top, making a display of it that she assumed no one was able to see...but as she tossed her top on the floor, her affectionate nature shifted to something more than a motherly tone.

"I know you can't tell me what your opinion is, but...hopefully you don't mind holding something a little silky for me."

Gripping the tight, hip-hugging shorts at her sides and stretching them out a little bit, Harper took her time and made a brief, but entirely sensual display of tugging at her buttons and finally, the zipper that contained her backside: a warm, summer afternoon meant that minimal clothing was the way to go, but the panties hiding beneath were far more casual than the outfit she was about to try on.

Grabbing the brassier and tossing it onto the long, pulsing rod, she literally treated his cock like a clothing rack, allowing him to hold her extras...but she made sure to wrap the delicate, lacy strings around his shaft in a twist that was more for his silent enjoyment than it was for her practicality.

"Such a helpful young man...shame I can't tell your manager what a wonderful job you're doing for me," she joked. "I'd hate for you to lose your job for fraternizing with the customers like this..."

Imagining that the man on the other side had heard every line in the book and experienced every fantasy that a customer could indulge, Harper focused on enjoying herself in the heat of a moment that she'd never imagined experiencing before.

Just stripping in front of someone, even if they couldn't see her, was the most exciting thing she'd done in what felt like ages. Adding the brush of the soft, silky lingerie along her inner thighs was enough that subtle, glistening moisture kissed against the thin crotch of the garment as she hiked it up and into place, and much to her delight, she'd picked _exactly_the right size on the first try.

Keeping the straps just above her hips and standing in front of the mirror, the busty tigress admired the way she looked without the brassier to contain her, but she wanted to see the full arrangement of the outfit on her body; she wanted to get so attached to the matching set that she would have no choice but to leave the store in them, and that went further than the tiny, heated stain she was already leaving on her new thong.

"Thanks for holding that for me, big guy. You really are such wonderful help," she claimed, overselling it a little bit and snickering at herself for doing so.

He wasn't allowed to speak, and that meant he wasn't allowed to judge her for her antics...and that was giving her a comfort level to embrace an air of sensuality that she rarely shared with anyone.

"There...maybe just the tiniest bit snug, but all told, I think it frames me up quite nicely!" she cheered herself, as she guided the cups of the brassier up to her breasts and felt their silky interior pressing upon her bare nipples. "And it reveals just enough that you'd know where to put those hands of yours, if only you were able to let them roam across me...t-the way I'd want you to..."

She was allowing herself to dip her toe into the deep end, but at some point, the silent encouragement of her friend pushed her in, but she refused to flounder there.

Swimming gracefully and hoisting the straps around her upper back, Harper clicked the top into place and looked down at the natural curve of her cleavage, finding it had more perk than she ever recalled from any other bra.

A little top heavy to begin with, she knew that her breasts would never be the gravity-defying variety that so many people sought after, but as she turned and bounced in the mirror, she giggled at her own jiggling flesh and watched the flesh of the waiting cock doing the same, twitching at her with renewed excitement.

She was sure there was some kind of camera hidden there so the lucky males that were tabbed into service could see who they were working with, and to see the first bead of precum spilling from the canine length was enough to bring a small grin to the corner of her lips.

"I know you can't feel me quite the way I'd want you to, but...there's nothing stopping me from sampling you however I want," she reminded him, embracing the rare element of power that was afforded to the customer. "I still wasn't sure if I was going to take part or not, but when I saw this...well...how could I possibly leave such a good boy hanging?"

Standing up straight and stretching her arms overhead, Harper allowed her body to slim out a little bit, but she still filled the lingerie to the edges of the seams, picking a set that clung to her fur like a second skin. Every movement was fluid, and her appreciation for her own figure was at an all-time high, even when she knelt by the front wall and brought a fingertip to the underside of the eager tool.

Stroking her digit along the spilled precum and wiping it toward herself, she took a silent sample of the leaking treat and let out a quiet, soothing purr, voicing an appreciation that she prayed would carry through the wall.

"We'll start slow, big guy...but by the time I'm done with you...I don't think I'm gonna be able to take these off."

Just her whisper was enough to bring a fresh bead of precum to the tip: the man was plenty voluminous enough for her to kiss eagerly at his flesh and produce another delicate strand, but she wasn't going to stop at simply kissing the offered rod.

It was clean, warm and came with a scent that was oddly sweet: no doubt, the males tasked with satisfying the customers went through quite a rigorous process to ensure they'd meet the needs of all types, but she wasn't expecting a little perfume treatment when she swirled her tongue over the tapered head.

Reaching further down the shaft with her paw and grasping it delicately, she began stroking back and forth, working the mingle of her own saliva and his plentiful juices back into his flesh, finding that she preferred the natural scent of his member, when her antics revealed it.

So much for having apprehension, she thought. _But since that silk touched my skin, I feel like...like I'm some kind of goddess...I never knew the right delicates could be so empowering! _

Her rounded, feline ears perked to a quiet gasp from the other side of the wall: she knew he'd heard everything she said just from that, but she wasn't worried about being judged for what she'd said, at that point.

She had more than enough signals to know that she was quickly becoming one of his favorite customers.

I just have to wonder...are there any limits to what I can do with this thing? She wondered. It's not like he knows for sure who's on the other side, or how they're going to use it...if there was a hard limit, they'd have to tell us, right?

The best kept secret of the boutique was the same thing that kept it so gainfully supplied with eager customers: Harper was only enjoying that benefit for the first time, but she wondered if she was even going to have the energy for her date when she was done playing around in the fitting room.

She was already panting around her mouthful as she stroked vigorously at the base, but much to her delight, she only felt the tiniest offering of precum on the back of her tongue, rather than the bursting eruption of a proper climax.

"Mnn...mnf. Mmhm..." she pulled away, wiping her lips over the back of her hand in such a manner that it betrayed her previously delicate approach. "You really are a tasty one, stranger...I dunno how you ended up with this lot in life, but...I'm s-so fucking glad that you did."

Her praises were enough to yield another brief twitch at the edge of her lips, but she'd done more than enough work to warm up the lucky male: the cushion of her breasts held his weight for a moment as she considered her next point of action, and with a grin, she pushed up and rubbed her cleavage around on his tip, allowing his messy precum to stain the front of her new, silky cups.

"I certainly can't return this top, now...but...what about the panties?" she asked, turning from her kneeling position and lifting her tail away from her narrowly covered backside. "They're a little wet, but I think I could probably get away with returning them, still...I'd love if you gave me a little extra motivation to buy them."

The same mess that already stained so much of her fur was leaking over the seat of her thong as she moved back blindly, allowing the underside of the shaft to glide just above her rump and into the tender coil of her tail.

Stroking him with an impressive level of skill, she treated her tail like it was the palm of her paw, guiding the eager cock through it and allowing him to start a thrusting pace: she was taking her time lining up perfectly, wanting to know the impressive weight of that tool inside of her before the afternoon was over.

She barely had anything covering her womanhood to tug aside, but she still felt delightfully naughty at doing so...and pouting, soaking folds kissed against a canine tip with the kind of heated intensity that she rarely allowed anyone to experience.

"Not like I can let a total stranger cum inside of me, after all," she explained, thinking he might agree, even if he was used to such egregious requests. "But if it ends up all over my panties, well...then I can't possibly return them, can I?"

Helping to make a sale was in the job description as much as tending to the customers was: which part of the job was taken more seriously, Harper wasn't sure, but both ends were on full display as the canine member eased past her subtle resistance, penetrating her experienced womanhood with a slow and easy gait.

For being a canine, he was exercising _incredible_restraint...and the tigress was glad for the gentle warmup, as thick as the widening shaft was.

"I want to chastise you...to tease you about fucking a customer like a naughty little boy," she admitted, gasping at the continued, uncontrolled weight of the dick as it moved further into her passage. "But since you're being p-paid to do this...and I'm paying for it...I know you're no little boy."

Reaching back and spreading her thighs a little wider, Harper took a proper stance and threw her hips at the wall, encompassing the offered cock all the way to the edge of the knot.

"So don't go treating me like a little girl...and I'll take you around the f-fucking world."

The barrier of the wall meant that the employee would never feel Harper's petals sitting against his lap, and by the same token, she'd never know the full weight of the knot within her, but she'd at least be able to take a sample of it; she intended to feel as much of it as the lucky dog was willing to offer, and pumping herself back again, Harper gave a display of just what a blend of experience and good health could create.

Her age wasn't slowing her down in the least, and taking good care of herself was paramount: pumping her hips back into the wall and meeting with every thrust of the eager dog, she didn't slow in the least when she felt his knot emerging from the sheath and spreading her petals a little wider than she was used to.

In her day, she'd slept with only a few deserving men...and she wanted her first knot to be memorable.

"You're g-getting me close, big guy...stretching me out like this...I...I haven't felt this great in years ," she praised his work, keeping pace with him and reaching between her legs to rub her quivering fingers over her desperate clit. "If you're always in this stall...I'm g-gonna have to come back and try on a few more things...same time next weekend?"

She knew she was making plans for another date when she had one to go on later, but the familiar throb of a deep, powerful pulse told her that her first date of the evening was about to come to an end.

She'd never known the delicious yield of a canine before, but pulling away and spreading her petals a little wider, she knew she was taking just a bit of a risk...but she wanted to be painted with his mess.

Slumping to her knees and staying put, she rubbed herself to a climax and waited, until she felt the first strand of hot, slick cum spilling over her inner thighs, painting the tender flesh around her folds with impressive accuracy...but more impressive still was the sheer volume of the same.

Her legs were already damp with her arousal, but the grunts from the other side of the wall were as numerous as the streaks of seed that burst from his tip.

It took only seconds for Harper to be soaked with his mess...and it just kept coming.

"Damn...g-guess it's true what they say about canines," she muttered, rubbing her face into the floor of the changing room and shivering in place, silently wishing that some of his seed would land on her fingertips and soak her clit. "You're like the gift that...k-keeps on giving, baby!"

Thinking about how poignant the gift card felt in the midst of all that, Harper was able to find just enough breath to giggle at the concept...and just enough strength in her trembling fingers to pull her cum-stained panties back into place.

"I'll be wearing these out, thank you," she whispered, looking back at the trembling length with an aura of appreciation. "Maybe next time...we can focus on you wearing me out?"