[Duce]

"Yes Mother." That, that was worth the feeling of wind between his thighs alone. Michael smirked as he sauntered over to the counter, no stranger to the fucked up way he had to walk just to keep from breaking an ankle. Had the hips for it at least- hurrah. He had to actually wander in a circle, do a little bit of counter hopping in order for the poor employee to get at all his tags- and the few he stole off the stockings. What? he so wasn't wearing them with strings attached.

Once his fun at the counter was over with, he took what was left and tucked it into the top half of the cincher like a woman with her bra, grinning from ear to ear before sliding up to his rather pleased looking friend. "What? Did'ja think I wore trash 'cause I didn' know better?" He looked like the cat who'd eaten the canary, all grins and wicked silent chuckles.