Caspian hung up the clothes he picked out on an empty mobile closet in the room, looking around the lavish room with wide eyes as he started to undress.
Just a couple of swim shorts would have worked just fine but he wasn’t sure how comfortable he was with being in public without a shirt.
The shorts fit perfectly, almost going down to his knees, but the spandex shirt fit like a priest’s robe.
He stared at himself in the mirror with a sour expression, he had been expecting that.
He couldn’t put on weight quickly enough for his liking.
The rest of the swim shirts were the same so he didn’t even bother trying them on, the only other option was the one clearly feminine swimsuit he had picked out.
It was black with bold white stripes around the edges, which caught his attention.
He had just picked it out for the sake of it, he hadn’t even planned to try it on.
Now that he was checking it over properly, he saw that it had way too many holes for his liking.
It was a one-piece with shorts, so he had to take off his clothes completely to try it on.
It took a while to figure out where the straps in the spandex outfit went, but when he did, it fit snugly.
There were two holes cut into the sides of the black spandex, showing off the skin of his slender waist.
The holes were also outlined in white, matching the wide white stripes it had for sleeves.
Caspian assessed the outfit with a look of disapproval, disliking how it emphasized how skinny he was.
A side door he didn’t even know existed opened, making him spin around in horror, instinctively trying to cover himself up.
The uniformed staff at the door didn’t look startled to see him, so he must have come here on purpose.
"D-Do you need something?" Caspian found his voice, wishing he had worn shorts over the one piece before the staff came in.
"Just here to see if you need assistance," The staff explained, staring openly at him.
"I don’t," Caspian said curtly, "So please leave-"
The staff didn’t even turn around, he just reached behind him to close the door, the sound of the key turning in the lock filling Caspian with dread.
He took a step backward, painfully aware of how skimpy the outfit he had on was.
"I could get you more swimwear similar to that," The staff offered, closing the distance between them unsettlingly fast.
Caspian backed away in the direction of the door where his bodyguards stood on the other side, grateful that he hadn’t convinced them to stay in the car.
"Thank you," He said to get rid of the creep, disliking how shaky his voice was.
"I’ve got to get your measurements, though," The staff continued, picking up the pace. "I’ve got a tape right here..."
The man pulling out a sturdy-looking roll of tape made the alarm bells in his head ringing.
And without bothering to keep up the ruse of a civil conversation, Caspian sprinted for the door.
The staff predicted this and lunged after him, easily catching him by the wrist and pulling him back.
"Keith! Pete-" He cracked and screamed, struggling with the strange man.
A big hand was placed over his mouth, making him glare at the lecherous stranger in anger.
"The room is soundproof, you know," He said with a chilling smile.
Caspian wasn’t deterred by that, the door was just a few feet away, if he could just get free of this creep, he would be safe.
He kicked out without warning, aiming right for the balls, but the creep was faster, tackling him to the soft carpeting to keep him pinned down.
Caspian was more angry than scared, completely over getting felt up by random Alphas just because he was an Omega.
The creepy staff couldn’t keep him down, and the side door he used to get in, got kicked down in the middle of their struggle.
He was breathless from exertion when the man was pulled off by a dark-eyed Peter, his face tinged an angry pink as Keith helped him up.
It wasn’t until he was on his feet did he realize that the front entrance was also open, and that Keith had come in through that way.
Blue eyes blazing, he stormed over and slapped the man so hard that Peter flinched.
Peter had been the one to notice the odd man following them around the store, noting that he conveniently disappeared when Caspian was in the fitting room.
He gave Keith a heads-up and went searching for him, stumbling into a knocked-out store worker as he searched for an alternate entrance to Caspian’s fitting room.
Keith already had his jacket off, draping it over a heaving Omega, his eyes watering from his scent turning spicy.
The stranger had blood staining his lips from Caspian hitting him, the staff uniform ill-fitting on his gangly form.
He’d feel bad for the creep if he cared, it was clear from the way that Peter hadn’t even bothered with violence...
They would be turning him over to the boss, and Keith couldn’t really think of a worse way to die.
"Are you alright?" He quietly asked Caspian.
The Omega took a deep breath and pulled his jacket closer, "Yeah, just pissed."
Keith’s face twitched with a smile, maybe they should leave the creepy bastard with the boss’ lover, he looked like he could deal with him himself.
He was quick to give him privacy to get dressed again, Peter already long gone with the captured creep.
Caspian was out of the fitting room in no time, fully dressed. And save for his tousled hair, he was completely unharmed.
He took back his jacket, staying right beside Caspian as he went to pick up another one of the exact swimwear he had been wearing, just in a different color.
He also grabbed handfuls of skimpy swimwear in different designs, his expression black with anger.