Jessi giggles to herself, a dumb, ditzy, dopey smile plastered on her face, as she minces past the racks of revealing, skimpy lingerie and clubwear, her six-inch-tall, hot pink, platform heels click-clacking loudly on the tile floor as she heads toward the sales counter at the front of the store. Reaching the counter, she bends way over the front of it, her tall, itty-bitty, hot pink, pleated micro miniskirt rising all the way up to reveal her entire plump, heart-shaped ass, the tiny string on her hot pink, lacy g-string swallowed completely between her curvy, round cheeks. Her huge, all-natural, DD-cup tits nearly topple out of her tiny, tight, midriff-baring, low-cut, hot pink halter top as she reaches over and flicks the switch for the store’s radio, her long, acrylic, hot pink nails shining under the store’s bright, florescent lights. She giggles and does a little dance as her new favorite song – “Don’t Think, Wear Pink” by the Giggle Girlz – begins playing over the store’s speakers, her big tits and ass jiggling wildly in time to the beat.

She manages to grab the set of keys from the hook behind the counter and, still shaking her hips and booty to the lewd pop song playing overhead, she walks back to the front of the store. She flicks on the light for the store’s sign, the hot pink, neon glow of the words “Barbie’s Bimbo Boutique” lighting up above the store’s entrance. Jessi unlocks the store’s doors and, while waiting for customers to wander in, she wanders among the store’s many scantily-dressed mannequins, trying to decide which outfits she’ll be spending that week’s paycheck on.

As Jessi examines a lacy garter belt and a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings, she hears the familiar breathy, girly giggle that is programmed to play (instead of a boring old chime) whenever a customer enters the store. Jessi drops the risqué accessories and prances over to the front of the store with a big dopey smile on her face. Her tits bounce wildly as she totters on her tall pumps, threatening to pop free of their tight, tiny, confines at any moment. Her tiny little skirt bounces with every step, flipping up to reveal her huge, round ass and the tiny little g-string that tightly cups her smooth, bald little pussy.

Jessi stops in her tracks, her mouth going slack, her plump little lips parting to form a perfect little “o” shape, as she reaches the front of the store and sees the customer looking around. Jessi’s tiny little nipples instantly spring to attention as her eyes fall on the sexiest, most gorgeous, hunky stud she has ever seen. She stands there, as if frozen in place by the customer’s sheer sexiness, openly ogling the man’s perfect, muscular body and getting lost in his handsome, rugged face. She is only brought out of her daze when the man notices her and flashes her the sexiest, most panty-drenching smile she has ever seen.