A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been really busy (school and all that other gross stuff)… This one is about twice as long as the last chap and will lead to some fun so here goes...

Faith POV

As we make our way down to Frederick's, I can't help but notice the abundance of hotties that just loiter about this Godforsaken place. Note to self: come to the mall more often, minus the she-devil. The little brat insists on holding my hand the entire way there. She probably thinks I'll ditch her here to go chase some tail – which I might, but I'm insulted she would think that. Besides, this is lingerie shopping we're talking about, I wouldn't ditch her until after. Well, that is unless I see a really, really hot babe…

When we enter the store, the sales girl greets us from atop a very high ladder – wearing a skirt. I feel a wicked smile creep onto my face.

"Hello, welcome to Frederick's of Hollywood. How are you ladies doin' today?" she chirps in an unnaturally perky voice. Well, she is pretty hot though…

"Hi, we're good, and you?" B replies, equally perky.

"I'm excellent, thanks for asking," the girl smiles, "Don't mind me, I'm just reorganizing this top rack. Although, feel free to ask if you have any questions or want to see something closer." She directs the last part at me.

"And what a nice rack that is," I smirk. Ow, I get a poke in the ribs for that comment, stupid B. The sales girl smiles at me and goes back to what she was doing. Go me. I casually stroll over to take a peek up that skirt, but my plans are foiled when B grabs me and yanks me toward the other side of the store. Dammit. Whatever, I give up. This is guilt shopping anyway, so flirting up the sales chick while B's here is a no-no.

I obediently follow her around as she peruses through the racks and piles the 'outfits' on me. I hate this part. Ooo, that's hot. I quickly toss a tight black leather corset into the pile when she's not looking. When I can't see over the mountain of lace and satin anymore she leads me over to the dressing rooms – wait, would it be undressing rooms in this case? – I set the load of the clothing down and B shoves me out. What the fuck? She didn't have a problem with me being in the dressing room at the other fifty stores we went to.

"Wait over there, I'll be out in a sec." She points to a chair in the corner. Fuck. I'm gonna be out here forever. I poke my head out to see if the sales girl needs someone to hold that ladder for her, it looked awfully wobbly. Aw, nuts, she's with another customer. I decide to sit down and try to wait B out.

Twenty minutes later though, my impatience gets the best of me.

"Hey B, ya almost done in there?" Leaning against the door I can hear her shuffling through the heaps of skankware.

"Jeez, Faith, impatient much?" Yes, actually.

"How long do you plan on being here? The store closes in like two hours, y'know."

"Faith, that's plenty of time." Not for you, honey.

"Fine then, I'm just gonna head down the hall and get a dri—"

"Faith, if you leave me I will never, ever forgive you!" she practically screams through the door.

"Okay, okay, I'll stay here, Jesus-fucking-Christ." Relenting, I retake my seat in the corner. This is so not what I imagined. Stupid little tease.

Fuck.

I'm sooo bored. I start to doze off, but I'm roused by the whiny voice of a certain blonde…

"Uh, Faith… Faith… Faith!"

"Huh? What? You're ready to go?"

"No… can you, um… come zip me up?" What? She doesn't let me in the dressing room and now she wants me to do what?

"Puh-leeze," the brat whines, she opens the door just a sliver and peeks out.

"Fine," I get up and move towards her.

She slowly pulls open the door as I approach, stopping to leave just enough space for my arm to slip thru. As soon as I do get my hand thru the opening, she grabs me and yanks me inside, locking the door behind us.

Inside the cubicle, she roughly shoves me down onto the bench opposite the door and straddles me.

She's wearing the little black leather corset… She looks fuckin' hot too!

The little minx still has a hold of my hand and now has a vise grip on my other hand, she pins both wrists firmly against the wall just above my head. Damn, when did she get so fucking strong? Not that I'm really complaining…