Disclaimer: This story is based on the characters from the TV show "Buffy
the Vampire Slayer" that belongs to Fox and its related entities, and is not
meant as an infringement on their copyright of the series.
The story itself is mine.
Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Thanks For Lending Me Your Body, B
Part 3 - Doing Some Shopping (exhib,grope)
by Oric13 (firstname.lastname@example.org)
When mom woke up, we both took a nice long shower together. After that, mom
really needed to do some work at the gallery which I didn't really mind too
much since I was in the mood to go out anyway (after staying home for a
couple of days, I was getting restless).
So, I happily spend the remainder of the afternoon shopping. Picking up some
wicked new clothes (and shoes). I also bought a couple of naughty outfits at
Victoria's Secret to surprise mom with. Finally I bought a lot of cool things
at the leather shop, which by the way cost me a lot of dough. Luckily, I had
plenty of money... since I emptied out all of Buffy's accounts soon after I
became the new occupant of her body. I also withdrew all the money from B's
college fund, which took some arguing with the bank manager to accomplish. I
managed to convince him though. I mean: it's not like I plan to go to college
Speaking of B, I wonder how she's doing. Giles told me that those watcher
pricks kidnapped her (or rather me, heheheh) from the police. It still
surprises me, what a bunch of fuckin' morons those Sunnydale cops are! Being
outsmarted by a bunch of tweed-wearing British faggots. Tsk!!
Anyway, she is probably still in the watchers hands, perhaps even in England
by now. Well B, I hope that a couple of those Brits like girls, and gangbang
your self-righteous little butt into the ground! Heh! The idea of B getting
it in all three holes (even if it is in my body) really turned me on. Which
reminds me: I'll think I swing by the sex shop and pick up a few toys Joyce
and me could use. The idea of fucking my new mommy with a strap-on dildo made
me really hot.
* * *
After going home and dropping off the purchases I made at the shopping mall,
I went to the rougher part of town to visit the sex shop (it seemed the good
citizens of Sunnydale didn't want a sex shop too close to their nice clean
I entered the store and looked around... not bad! They seemed to have a big
assortment of items available, and the place wasn't as dark and seedy as most
porn stores I've been in.
As I started to check out their collection, the owner stepped up to me and
gave me a curious look.
I could see him thinking: What's a girl like that doing in a place like this?
I shot him a grin and calmly looked him over; he was a bit overweight but not
bad looking, and a reasonably sharp dresser. Most importantly: he smelled
clean, which I can tell you is very important to a slayer; with our enhanced
senses we -too- easily pick up on bad odours.
He in turn looked me over and seemed to like what he saw: I was wearing a
pair of leather trousers -- which appeared to be painted on me -- a skimpy
halter-top and a wicked pair of black shoes with 3-inch long stiletto heels,
I just bought today. No underwear of course.
Swallowing nervously, he finally looked up to my face.
"Can I help you, Miss?" he inquired.
"Nah, just browsing a little."
Hesitating for a moment, he continued, "I do not want to offend you, Miss...
but the law says you have to be at least twenty-one to visit this shop, and
frankly." he made a hand gesture. "You hardly look eighteen, let alone
I rolled my eyes. Great! The first porn store owner who actually sticks to
the law. Damn! I never had this problem in my old body.
"So I'm afraid, I'm going to have to ask you for your ID." He finished.
"Oh come on, mister." I gave him my most charming smile. "I left my ID at
home and I don't want to go all the way back for it." Running my hands over
my body in a sensual manner, I continued, "Tell me, doesn't this look like
the body of an adult?"
He gulped and I now noticed an obvious bulge in his trousers.
"Well..." I could see his mind battling between lust and common sense. "I
don't know. I really should see an ID." And common sense seemed to win.
Shit! Looks like this guy needs a little more convincing.
Looking around for a moment, I noticed there were a few male customers
watching our conversation with interest, and giving my body some lustful
I hesitated for a moment. Making up my mind, I looked the owner in his eyes
and gave him a wicked grin. Reaching down, I grabbed the hem of my tank top
and slowly lifted it up, showing him (and three customers) my firm, round
Now, even though I'm not shy about my body, I don't think I would have
exposed my tits if I'd been in my old body. I probably would have used a
little physical persuasion to change his mind. But something about
exposing B's -- previously untouchable -- body, really turned me on!
Perhaps it was knowing how mortified B would be if she knew that a couple
of old pervs were ogling her bare titties, what made me such a little
Looking down, I noticed my little pink nipples had grown fully erect. Looking
back up, I noticed everyone staring entranced at my breasts.
"Well? What do you think?" I prodded the owner. "My tits certainly look adult
enough, don't they?"
"I-uhm-I guess that, I, uhhh... they, uhm," he stuttered. "They look... quite
adult." He finally managed to finish.
"And they FEEL quite adult too," I grinned and gave him a sly wink. "Go
ahead, feel for yourself."
Unable to believe his luck, he hesitated for a moment, then when he saw I
wasn't kidding he swiftly stepped forward and grabbed my teen titties.
Eagerly he pawed and fondled them for several minutes. After this, he played
with my erect nubbins for a while then after weighing my tits in his hands
for a couple of moments, he stepped back with a sigh.
Dropping my top, I cocked a questioning eyebrow at him.
"They... uhm, you definitely seem adult enough for this store," he smiled.
"Good... told you so." I smirked.
He winked, and said, "If there is anything I can help you with, just let me
know." Turning around, he walked back to the counter.
Giving the -- still spellbound -- customers who were eying me a sexy grin,
I sauntered to the back of the store and started checking out the collection
of strap-on dildos.
* * *
With a big shit-eating grin on my face, I left the store. Heh! The look on
their faces when I tried that dildo on for size was absolutely priceless!
Except for the 9-inch strap-on dildo, I had also bought a few other items:
a couple of nipple clamps, a pair of handcuffs, a small assortment of
butt-plugs and a decent sized vibrator shaped like a purple cock (you never
know when a girl needs to take care of business herself).
I noticed that it was already dark by now, and remembering that mom said
that she'll probably be busy at the gallery until after midnight, I decided
to make a little visit to Sunnyhell's only "nightclub".
So with my new toys tucked away in a discreet little bag made of black glossy
paper, I happily set course towards the Bronze.
Ahh! It's good to be Buffy.