The Cam Model's Aid: Chapter 13 Early Release (Patreon)

"Is Shopping a Date?"

All acts conducted in this chapter are consensual, and all parties are over the age of consent.

The next few days passed with little fanfare. All four housemates were keeping an eye out for anyone who might be willing to sublet the room to help cover Ali’s presence for the impending inspection, but have had no luck.

Mila had asked her friend, Cassie, but as suspected they were happy and settled where they were. Though she had jokingly said that they could simply pretend to be Alison for a day. 

This was something that the group were considering more and more as time passed. The problem was that it would be very easy for the Landlady to disprove, should she ask her for any identification.

Still, Saturday rolled around and Ali decided he would enjoy his day off by having a well deserved lie in. It's not like he knew anyone in the area that could fill the spot, after all.

As Ali dozed in a semi conscious state, unwilling to leave his warm bed yet, he was startled awake by his door being flung open!

“Wakey wakey sleepy head! You have a promise to keep buddy!” Came Alana's cheerful voice as she strode into the room.

Ali peeked his head out of the covers, blinking as he took in her appearance. Alana was wearing a tight dress that was made from a single long tube of material. It was then accented by a soft leather corset that cinched her waist in and showed off her hourglass figure nicely.

Ali felt his morning wood stir.

“Alana, ever heard of knocking?” Ali groaned before disappearing beneath the covers again. Alana laughed, and Ali “oofed” as he felt her weight land on top of him as she sat down heavily on his back.

“Where's the fun in that? Why, worried I'll catch you doing something naughty~?”

Ali sighed from beneath the covers. “No worse than what I've seen you do”. Alana laughed harder, before bouncing up and down on top of him.

“Come on! You promised to help me at the Mall, and I'm here to collect on that! My favourite boutique dropped a new range yesterday!”

Ali laughed as Alana kept trying to rouse him. “Alright alright! I'm up. Just let me get dressed and I'll be there.”

Alana smirked in triumph, hopping off of Ali once more. However, before she left she chose to grab onto the covers and throw them off him.

Ali yelped as his skin met cooler air. “Just to make sure you don't fall back to sleep!” Alana laughed, as she headed back towards the door. She paused just before leaving, turning back towards him with a small smirk.

“Nice boxers. Very tight” she then left without another word.

Ali looked down at his boxers straining to contain his morning wood. “Great…I might need a little time in a cold shower first…”

About half an hour later saw Ali showered, dressed and finally a little more “calm” in the boxer department.

There was no sign of Ellie, but Mila was currently standing by the kitchen counter chatting to Alana as she was putting her boots on.

“I'm gonna head out to campus, see if I can't find someone suitable.” Mila said as she buttered a slice of toast.

“And I'll keep an eye out at the mall. There are bound to be some students there on the weekend, it's just how to ask them, yeah.” 

Mila nodded, taking a bite of her roast. “Just…be careful. I'm gonna be busy, so won't be able to help you in chat today. I know you, you won't be able to resist, even if Ali is with you.”

Alana stood up, boots now fully laced. “Guilty as charged. Though I won't be dragging him into the stall, don't worry. I respect Ellie too much. Really must have a word with her sometime…”

Ali chose that moment to walk fully into the room, not wanting to be caught skulking and listening in. “Ok Alana, here I am. Where do you want me?”

Mila almost spat out her mouthful of juice when she saw Alana noticeably glance in the direction of the corridor that led to her bedroom.

I rolled my eyes. “Other than there.” Alana pouted playfully, before picking up her car keys. “We're heading across town, it's not too far. I'll drive, I know where I'm going.”

Ali shrugged, happy to be driven. Alana’s car was sure to be better than his old banger anyways.

As Alana walked out the door, Mila caught his arm as he walked past. He looked down at her curiously. 

“Just…keep an eye out for her. You and I both know what she does, and risk is a drug for her. She doesn't know you know yet. Perhaps keep it that way, for now at least” she whispers to him carefully.

Ali nods, before giving her a small wink as she smiles back appreciatively. He headed out the door before Alana could suspect anything.

A short fifteen minute drive later in Alana's little Fiat 500 and they were pulling into the underground car park of the town's mall.

It took a further ten minutes just to find a space. “Huh, busy ain't it” Ali commented as they walked towards the lifts. 

“Of course! It's the weekend, and lots of students come here to chill. There's more than just clothing stores here you know. Restaurants, arcade, there's even a bowling alley!”

Ali was nodding in interest. “Huh, fair enough. But you're here mainly for the clothing, right?” Alana simply responded by winking over her shoulder before hopping up onto the escalator ahead of him.

He scoffed with a smile, before standing behind him. Looking ahead of him, he was treated to the sight of Alana’s short dress revealing a swathe of her toned thighs.

“Alana certainly keeps herself in shape. Must be all the squats” chuckling at his own thought, Alana turned as they reached the top with a raised eyebrow. Seeing where his eyes lingered briefly, she smirked.

“Liked the view huh? Good, then this dress is a winner”. 

Al was about to deny, but then paused and shrugged. “It was a nice view. Besides, it's hardly the shortest skirt I've seen you wear.”

Alana’s eyes narrowed in challenge. “Oh really? Well, you're in luck, mister. Because of the material this is made of, I can do this…”

She then reached down to her hem, and began folding it under itself in order to shorten the length. Ali’s eyes widened, before looking around them with a nervous glance.

Sure, they were on a quieter hallway that led off the main drag, but there were still people heading to and from the car park. As some gave curious looks their way, Ali tried to subtly block their view.

Alana didn't even seem to notice or care about the scrutiny. “There! That's nearly the shortest I've had this dress. Hmm…I think I like it! Now, let's keep going, yeah?”

She then turned and began strutting towards the main mall once more. Ali gulped when he saw that her dress, which previously reached mid thigh, now barely covered the swell of her ass.

“Mila was right, she will get us in trouble. Still, not quite bad enough to stop her…yet…”

Ali caught up to Alana, walking side by side. As much as he was enjoying the view, he was here as a friend so he wasn't going to spend the day skulking behind her like a lost puppy.

Alana seemed to appreciate it at least. She smiled at him warmly, before threading her arm through his and pulling them through the busy mall.

“Comon! The boutique is this way!”

Soon, the pair were walking into the cooler, air conditioned space of a more up market clothes store. The space was light and airy, and rather than having racks of clothes taking up all the available space like most other places Ali had ever been, they instead had several central mannequins displaying specific items. All the racks present lined the walls instead.

Soft jazz played through the shop speakers, and a line of fitting rooms, far larger than in most stores, ran along the back of the store.

Ali glanced at one mannequin near the window. He may not be a fashion expert, but he could tell it was well made. The jeans and top it wore cut a fine figure…and so did the price tag.

“Christ Alana, you shop here? Don't tell me this is where your student loan is going to…”

Alana burst out laughing. “You sound just like Mila! But don't worry, I have…other means to pay for these. Oh look! There it is!”

Alana released his arm to stride over to the center of the shop. Here, in pride of place, was a dress of silver satin. The dress itself was beautiful, falling to about knee high with a cinched waist to show off the wearer’s shape perfectly.

What set it apart, however, was that it was sheer. Thin enough to not be see-through, but even on the mannequin Ali could see the fake nipples pushing through the material.

“Isn't it gorgeous! This style has been all the rage since Sydney Sweeney wore one to some event. I didn't see which one…shame, that woman is hot!”

Ali hadn't either…but he made a mental note to Google it sometime in the near future. “It's certainly…bold. You're thinking of buying this then?”

Before Alana could answer, a shop clerk appeared as if by magic, making Ali nearly jump. “I see you have found our latest piece…oh, hello there Alana. Back again?”

The clerk was a tall, statuesque woman, probably around late 20’s if Ali had to guess. Her hair was such a pale blonde it was almost white, while her face had soft features and a sharp nose. “Scandinavian, perhaps? She has a hint of an accent too, so…”

The clerk was clearly wearing a form fitting dress that fell all the way to the floor. The slit up the side all the way to her hip still allowed her full movement, while also revealing her long leg and high heels.

Clearly, this was to encourage people to buy such apparel, as Ali suspected this was also a dress available to purchase. It was certainly working on him…

Alana turned and beamed at her. “Hey there Ida! How could I stay away! Thanks for the heads up, by the way, I don't want to miss out on this!”

The clerk smiled and bowed slightly. “Of course. We wouldn't want our best customers to miss out on our limited stock. Though be warned, the social media post announcing their arrival will go live tonight.”

“Oh, she's good.” Ali thought, as he watched Alana's face go through a brief range of emotions, before settling on her usual smile. “Then have you got one in my size?”

Ida nodded once again. “Of course. How…form fitting would you like it to be?” Alana just wiggled her eyebrows, and Ida gave an exaggerated sigh of long suffering. “I will retrieve a size too small as well.”

She then cast an appraising eye over Ali, seemingly trying to determine why he was here. “Official bag carrier” he said, extending a hand towards her.

Ida looks to the offered hand in consideration, before offering her own in a gentle shake. “Charmed. Alana is a good customer here, I am glad that she has a “friend” she can rely on.”

Alana blushed at her emphasis on the word “friend”. “Right, I'm gonna go snag the best changing room! Bring the outfits to me, Ida?”

Ida nodded, and Alana grabbed Ali’s hand again before walking them towards the back of the room. He chuckled at the interaction, making Alana pout slightly over her shoulder.

“What's funny?” 

Ali raised his hands in mock surrender as they came to a stop outside the changing rooms. “Nothing, nothing. That Ida is a good friend then, huh?”

Alana huffed, before she broke out into a smile. “She's a terrible stick in the mud, and it's hard to tell if she's being sarcastic or not at first. But she's honest, and though I know she's doing it for the good of the shop, she always messages me when the good stuff comes in.”

She then glanced at Ali with a smirk. “She's actually the first girl that came to my mind when we came up with this idea to find another roommate. Unfortunately, she wasn't interested.”

Ali couldn't help but feel that was a shame. Though he had only just met her, she was stunningly attractive. “Oh…well I guess the search continues huh?” 

Alana chuckled, before gesturing to a nearby set of seats. “I'll be getting changed then. It might be a while, I like to…really test out new outfits. But don't worry! I'll be out to get your opinion on them too!”

Ali nodded with a slightly raised eyebrow. “How long can trying a couple of dresses take?” Still, outwardly he just nodded and sat down. “Take your time, we have all day.”

Alana beaned, then with a wink strolled into the cubicle and drew the curtain. Al sighed, looking around the shop, wondering what he should be doing as he waited.

The shop was still quiet, with only a few individuals milling around. There certainly seemed to be some interest in the new dress, as another pair of girls were now eyeing it.

Ali's phone then pinged with a notification. With nothing better to do, he reached into his pocket to check. It was from the webcam app…

“Your favourite “AlfrescoSquirt” has come online!”

Ali stared at the message for a brief moment. “Wait…really?” Ali glanced back towards the cubicle that Alana was within.

Though the curtain was drawn, Ali could see about a foot or so beneath the curtain where it didn't quite reach the floor. Here, he could see Alana’s bare feet where she had removed her shoes, and the lower part of her legs. He could also see the legs of a recently set up compact tripod too…

Shrugging, he popped his ear bud in and opened up the app. It didn't take long to open up Alana's stream. He was greeted with the view from within the changing room. The tagline on the top of the stream was “New Dress? Same Daring Squirts!”

Alana was currently smiling down at the camera that was set up lower to the ground. “Hey there guys! I'm back in my favourite store, and I'm already dripping in excitement!”

The chat started pinging with tips trickling in. 

Alana shuddered, before slowly lowering into a squat. She then spread her legs, revealing her glistening pussy in all its glory. She clearly hadn't been wearing any panties either!

There, nestled in her pussy was the familiar sight of the tail from a lush toy, slowly flashing in time to the tips. What caught Ali's attention, however, was that from this angle you could clearly see the gap under the curtain…and his own trainers and jeans from where he sat!

Glancing at the curtain, he couldn't see the phone from this angle…but he could now see her squatting low. Her ass was still covered by her dress…barely.

Ali gulped, and returned his attention to the screen. Alana was slowly running her folds, working herself up. She then pointed between her legs, vaguely at the sight of his shoes.

“See that guys? Company…they are just outside! We have to be quiet or I'm going to get caught!”

Predictably, this made the tips simply come faster, several viewers keen to cause just that to happen.

As Ali watched Alana, he noticed more movement beneath the curtain. A second set of feet in expensive high heels, moving towards them!

Quickly closing the app, Ali turned just in time to smile at Ida as she approached, two of the silver dresses over her arm.

“Oh, hey Ida. I bet Al can't wait to get her hands on those!” he said a little unnecessarily loudly, hoping to give Alana enough time to react. The sound of movement on the other side of the curtain suggested his plan had worked.

Ida simply raised a brow at Ali's slightly forced smile. “Indeed” she said, before approaching the curtain. A short conversation later, and the curtain parted just enough to allow the dresses to be passed through.

Ali has then thought Ida would move away, perhaps to help other customers. Instead, she walked back to stand beside him.

“Oh shit…she's gonna hear something if she stays here! I've got to distract her…”

Ali cleared his throat. “So…have you known Alana for long then?” he asked, desperately trying not to stare at the sight of Alana’s dress pooling on the floor of the fitting room.

Ida paused for a fair while, seemingly looking Ali over once more in judgement. After a while, her posture relaxed slightly. “Oh, for a while. I didn't really get to know her properly until after I caught her squirting on the merchandise, though.”

Ali's brain crashed. “Wait ..what?” He looked back at her, and clearly the shock on his face was apparent. Ida smiled for the first time since they had met.

“Please, she is hardly as discreet as she thinks she is…I can hear her toy from here, after all.”

Ali's mouth worked silently for a moment, before managing to regain some function. “...and you don't mind?”

Ida shrugged. “At first? I was upset. She had ruined a perfectly good satin skirt. But then she bought it and about a dozen other items as an apology. It was a good day’s trading.”

She then looked back down at the gap, where Alana’s bare ass was just visible beyond the curtain as she continued her show.

“So long as she doesn't directly bother my other customers, and continues to buy our latest ranges? I don't really care how she makes the money to do so.”

Ali fidgeted, not quite sure how to respond. “She doesn't know that I know,” he muttered, awkwardly. “I'd quite like that to remain that way. Might make the living arrangements more awkward.”

Ida looked away and back at him again. “Ah, so you are the roommate she had wanted help covering…makes sense.” She then shaked her head. “I doubt she is entirely unaware. Why else would she bring you, then spend twenty minutes in the cubicle?”

Ali paused, considering this. “I suppose…still, I'm not going to be the one to bring it up first…”

Ida then surprised Ali by looking at him with a sly smirk. “Want to mess with her?” Ali's eyes widened slightly. He wouldn't expect this woman to have a playful side…but clearly she was just good at maintaining a front.

He then thought about all the times Alana had teased him in the past week alone. He grew a smirk of his own. “Definately. What did you have in mind?”

Ida held out her hand “your phone please.” Ali hesitated, before shrugging and passing it over, already unlocked. Ida took it, then grabbed his hand and started leading him towards the fitting rooms.

At first he thought she was going to make them interrupt Alana. Something he wasn't sure was a good idea…but instead, she led him into the neighbouring cubicle, before drawing the curtain closed with them both inside!

The fitting room was fairly large, but was still small for two. There was a bench, a mirror and a small shelf on one wall.

It was on this shelf that Ida propped his phone up on, the webcam app now opened  and Alana’s stream displayed once more.

Alana was now wearing the silver dress from the mannequin, proudly showing off to her viewers. She had clearly chosen to go for the smaller size, the tight material doing nothing to hide her figure or her hardened nipples.

Ida held a finger up to her lips, as Ali saw Alana appear visibly confused at seeing our feet having now disappeared beyond the curtain…then glanced to her side as we entered next door.

“What the?” She asked questionably, before being distracted by more large tips as her viewers sensed an opportunity. She stifled a moan…one still audible on this side of the wall.

Ali's attention was then brought back to the blonde with him as Ida guided him down to sit on the bench…before gracefully kneeling down in front of him. His eyes widened.

“Er…are you sure?” He whispered, and Ida simply nodded, a glint in her eye as she started to unbuckle his belt. His breath hitched slightly.

 Ali glanced at the phone again, to see Alana looking to the side. Glancing at the floor of his own cubicle, it was obvious there was a gap at the floor there too…one where Alana would clearly be able to see Ida’s high heels boots currently pointing towards from where she was kneeling!

“No way! You slut! I leave you alone with my friend for a moment and you already have your claws in him!” Alana whispered, only just audible on the stream. Despite the harsh language, Alana had done nothing but speed up in her fingering.

Alana then repositioned herself and the camera tripod. After a moment, Alana was now squatting with her back to the wall, instead of the curtain…and the stream could see his shoes and Ida kneeling in front of him!

“Guys, looks like I'm not the only one having fun in the fitting rooms! Isn't that hot?” Alana said in a husky tone.

Meanwhile, Ida had now succeeded in undoing my belt and dropping my jeans to the floor. My boxers were doing a valiant effort in containing my arousal, but the bulge was evident.

Ida ran her manicured nails over the bulge. Though she did not say anything, her appreciation was clear from her eyes. Looking back up at Ali, Ida pulled down these as well, releasing his length to bounce in front of her.

She wasted no time leaning forward and starting to lap gently at his crown, making Ali groan lowly at the sensation.

“You know they're watching on the other side?” Ali whispered, feeling he needed her to be aware. Ida simply smiled.

“All they can see is my knees…only you will get to see more.” She then leaned forwards and engulfed half his length in one go, his cock hitting the back of her throat and making her glurk slightly.

The sounds of tips ringing out from the other side, and the laboured breathing and squelching sounds from a wet pussy getting thoroughly fucked we're just background noise compared to the sensation of the blowjob that Ida started to give.

“Oooh fuck! I can't believe you sucked him before I could, you nympho. You better enjoy yourself, and tell me all about it…oh shit, I'm getting close guys!” Alana’s pussy was starting to drip all over the floor.

Ali wasn't far off himself. And clearly Ida knew this. She took one of his hands, and placed it into her own head, her meaning clear.

Looking down and seeing her eyes shine back up at him, her makeup was still immaculate despite the drool running down her chin.

“Fine, I can't leave her unsatisfied, can I?”

Holding Ida's head firmly, he felt her throat relax a little…before he pulled her down firmly to his base.

Gluurrk

Ida's throat bulges at his girth, and her eyes widened and slight tears formed at the corners, her mascara starting to run a little. Despite this, she made no effort to pull away. Instead, her hand dove under her dress to seek her core and start fingering herself as well.

Ali then pulled her back up to about halfway, allowing her to inhale a quick breath before repeating the action. 

Each thrust caused her makeup to get more ruined. Mascara ran in streams down her cheeks, her lipstick was smeared along his length and her drool pooled into the floor between his legs.

The sounds were the best part, in Ali's mind. Every thrust made Ida's throat squelch, every brief gasp of breath as he brought her back up.

In one particularly harsh thrust, Ida retched loudly. Ali immediately let go of her head, fearing he'd pushed too far. However, though she pulled off his length, she simply spat a wad of spit along his length before diving back into him, completely voluntarily.

Ali looked back at his phone, to see Alana now thrusting her pussy towards the camera, actively moving her lush in and out her pussy in order to fuck herself with it.

You could easily hear the throat destruction occurring on their side of the wall…

“Yes, ruin her throat! She deserves it, the tease! Oh shit, I'm gonna…hgnnnn” With several shakes and a hand strumming her it, Alana exploded in a huge, gushing squirt.

The first blast cleared the phone entirely, with several drips splashing the screen. The following bursts had much less force, but no less quantity as they splashed down onto the vinyl floor and started to pool beneath her.

The sight or this was enough to tip Ali over the edge. “Shit!” Ida sensed his impending orgasm, but rather than retreat, she pushed down to his base for a final time.

Ali gazed down as Ida maintained eye contact, even as she shuddered in her own orgasm and swallowed to take his entire load down her throat.

“...best shopping trip ever!”

When his orgasm finally dissipated and he slumped back into the bench slightly, Ida slowly pulled back up his length until his cock popped free for the first time in nearly ten minutes.

She then opened her mouth to show him the remains of his last load on her tongue…before closing it and visibly swallowing.

Ali's cock gave a twitch, despite its flaccid state.

“My, that was invigorating…you are every bit as fun as Alana mentioned, Ali” Ida said as she gracefully stood back up, despite the rough treatment her thrust had just endured.

She then looked at herself in the mirror. Her dress had, somehow miraculously, survived mostly intact, with only a little drool spilt on the front.

Her makeup though, was ruined. She looked like she had been ugly crying for hours, with extra drool for good measure.

“Er…sorry about that” Ali said, gesturing to her face. Ida simply smiled.

“Oh, quite alright. I like this, to be honest. Though, I will need to clean up before I can face customers again.” Ali couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Ida greeting the next customer looking like that!

Ida approached the curtain, before glancing back at Ali. “Alana will need to clean up…should give you just enough time to get back out there.” She then checks out the curtain, before dashing out and disappearing from sight.

Ali just sat there for a moment, slightly shocked. He had not been expecting that to happen when he first met the store clerk…

Hearing the sound of buzzing and wet fingering recommence, he looked up to see that Alana was clearly chasing a second orgasm. The camera was now pointing out to the shop once more, so his trainers and jeans were no longer visible.

The amount of tips coming in hadn't slowed in the slightest…

“Looks like I still have some time to get myself ready…”

He then looked down at the cooling pile of drool on the floor, and sighed. “And it would be rude of me to leave such a mess…”