Department Store, page 10
“Don’t worry about it.”
A gust of wind blew from her to me as we stepped out through the employee entrance. As it did I could smell the same faint scent of the vaginal deodorant she had lent to me earlier. I knew my own answer to that question now, without her telling me.
The shop Felicity led me into was a top end boutique, one I’d never have dared to enter on my own. She whispered to me as we entered.
“Don’t worry, it’s all charged to Mister Chisholm’s account. You haven’t got to fork out for the dress,” she giggled softly, “or the underwear.”
“Felicity! How nice to see you.”
The matronly older woman rushed up and planted a kiss on each of her cheeks and then turned to me.
“And this must be the delightful Amy. Even under that frumpy uniform I can see she must be absolutely delicious.”
She then proceeded to bus me in exactly the same way much to my surprise.
“Amy, this is Melinda. She owns this shop and between us we are going to outfit you perfectly, aren’t we Melinda?”
There was a steel edge to her voice that conveyed an unspoken message. You need to deliver on this one, sweetie, or Mister Chisholm will not be happy. Melinda nodded, suddenly all business, she’d got the message.
“Right, Amy, into the fitting room please and let’s get this frumpy stuff off you so I can measure you. All of it, honey, all of it. I bet that bra you are wearing isn’t well fitted. Not for one of my dresses it isn’t. That’s if you need a bra at all.”
As she was speaking she clicked the lock on the shop door and flicked the sign to closed. Obviously Mister Chisholm’s chosen got the very best service here.
It was very odd removing my uniform in front of the two women, Melinda standing there tapping her hand on her thigh impatiently, her other hand absently twirling the tape measure.
Once down to my black bra and panties I hesitated. Felicity solved that by stepping in and flicking the catch at the back open. Then she merely reached down, took hold of the sides of my panties and stripped them down my legs without even asking. With no other options open to me I completed the denouement and stood there as Melinda approached with her tap measure and little note pad.
I remembered being measured for my wedding dress three years earlier, which had taken a long time. Melinda took at least three times as many measurements in about a fifth of the time, Miss Efficiency at work, an expert at her job.
“Right, now to find the dress, although I’ll have to alter it. Black I assume for a natural blonde?”
With that she bustled out of the room, leaving me alone with Felicity who had perched herself on the only chair.
“You may as well lose the stockings and garter as well, Amy. You’ll be leaving here with much better ones that that.”
She smiled and returned her attention to her magazine. Dispiritedly I completed the process and stood there nude, wondering how long it would be before Melinda returned. It wasn’t long, thankfully, before she came bustling back in, carrying some very expensive looking black underwear.
“Here you are, love, let me help you into these.”
“I’ll help her, Mel. You sort out the dress, we are tight for time today.”
“Oh. . . okay.”
She sounded somewhat disappointed. Felicity leaned in to whisper as Melinda bustled back out again.
“Its okay, Amy. We’re not pressed for time at all but I’m not gay like she is, well maybe bi. She was going to cop a feel while she could.”
She giggled and it was infectious, so within seconds the two of us were laughing like school girls as I tried to hold still to allow her to fasten the strapless black silk bra around me. The bra looked slightly odd until it was on and then it made sense, it fit like a glove. The support portion of the cups was thicker than the upper sections, which were thin and filmy, translucent rather than transparent. The scarlet lace trim around the edges of the garment accented the contrast with my pale skin. I have to say it looked fabulous. Felicity caught my look of wonder.
“Mel’s cut the price tags off already so don’t ask. I’ll tell you on the way back to work. You don’t want to have a heart attack, hon.”
She knelt down in front of me and then reached up to fasten the garter belt around my waist. I realised with a start her face was only a couple of inches from my slit.
“Your pussy is very pretty. It’s a pity I’m not gay.”
She giggled but this time I merely swallowed hard, thoughts flashing through my mind of a lurid type I’d never had before, reinforced by the details I’d been given about tomorrow evening and the idea of lap dancing for another woman.
This garter belt was a lot nicer than the one I’d removed. It matched the bra perfectly and the garters hung down from wide panels of black silk. It felt so comfortable it was unreal. The next item to go on was the silk French knickers, which Felicity drew up my legs after I’d stepped into them. These were tight in all the right places but the elastic didn’t dig in at the waist.
“You’d better fish the garters through for yourself sweetie, don’t want you to think I’m making advances.”
I realised the garters had rolled up inside the sides of the knickers and bent over to reach up and pull them out one by one. As I bent over I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, the effect the bra had on my cleavage was stunning. I looked at least one if not two sizes bigger than I had before. Standing straight, I checked the view in the mirror from several angles. The black silk and narrow red lace trim set off my pale skin and blonde hair perfectly. Even without a dress I looked a million dollars!
I could still hear Melinda moving around in the shop proper so guessed I still had a minute or so at least.
“Felicity?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Can I ask you something?”
She smiled, and put down the magazine she’d just picked up again.
“Of course.”
“Mister Chisholm . . . well. . .”
The words wouldn’t form and I gestured helplessly down at my underwear. She grinned.
“He told you his slaves weren’t supposed to wear underwear when under his control.”
I nodded, a flush of embarrassment spreading quickly over my face.
“Don’t worry, sweetie, he gave me very specific instructions on how you were to be dressed tonight and you are following them to the letter. I think he will be very happy with the result.”
“Oh.”
At that moment Melinda hurried back into the room carrying a couple of black dresses over her arm and a box containing several packets of stockings.
“Come on. Let’s get you to try this one.”
The first dress she held out was a straightforward black mini sheathe style dress. Spaghetti straps over the shoulders, severely straight cut, very classic, very elegant and extremely short. Before Melinda could take it off the hanger Felicity spoke up.
“That’s nice Mel, but not what Charles had in mind for tonight. I think you are right as ever she would look stunning in it but it would have to be bare legged to be classy and tonight she must be wearing stockings. That would look tarty with them.”
“Of course.”
The next dress she held up reminded me immediately of my prom dress from high school, although that had been red. The cut was asymmetric, one shoulder bare, the other quarter sleeved, the hem line below the knee on one side, mid thigh on the other. There the similarity ended. This dress had two layers; the topmost lace layer was thin and transparent while the bottom layer was opaque. Both sides of both layers of the dress were also slit quite high and the outer one fastened together with diamante clips, having a similar effect at the bodice. When she took the dress off the hanger I realised the two parts were entirely separate, not even clipping together.
I had a little epiphany at that moment. I now knew why Mister Chisholm wanted me in such sexy underwear. If I wore this dress, at some point during the evening, he would tell me to remove the opaque layer, leaving the underwear exposed through the lace covering. I shivered at the thought of such exhibitionism; even my wildest fantasies hadn’t included such public displays. Unbidden, my breath quickened and I realised both Melinda and Felicity were watching me, obviously my thoughts were an open book on my face.
“I think you are right Felicity, she knows what he wants too. This is the one for sure.”
She slipped the inner layer over my head, tugged and wriggled it down. It was tight in all the right places and had only a couple of Velcro tabs at the waist to allow it to be drawn over my body. I noticed the shoulders had Velcro too; obviously it would be possible to remove this layer by undoing them and pulling it down without removing the outer layer. I was now certain he would be telling me to do just that. Then another thought hit me, what if he simply told me to allow someone else to do it for me. I gasped.
“What’s wrong, sweetie? It’s not too tight it is?”
“No, it’s fine.”
I was blushing even redder now, unable to stop the reflexive way the blood ran to my face, something that had been happening a lot lately.
“She does look divine, doesn’t she Felicity, when she blushes? It really enhances her features.”
She stood back up and took the outer layer from the other woman, allowing Felicity to return to her chair. Finally the dress was exactly as she wanted it and she stepped back to allow me to look in the mirror.
I was astonished. I knew the dress was gorgeous but I hadn’t expected to find it made me look quite so good. With my hair straight down my back it was stunning. Felicity came up behind me and taking my long blonde tresses piled them on top of my head as if pinned there. She allowed two little bangs to hang down, one on either side of my face, framing it. Even without much makeup, the department store didn’t allow their employees to wear very much, the effect was stunning.
“We’ll have to prevail on Cecilia to let you spend some time in the hairdressers this afternoon. I think that style would look just perfect on you, sweetie.”
“Oh. . . I agree. She looks absolutely gorgeous, good enough to eat!”
Melinda made the last comment entire unselfconsciously; the double entendre entirely deliberate.
“Now hurry up, dear, so I can pack that dress. You need to get your work outfit back on.”
Melinda sneered at the frumpy uniform and waited impatiently for the dress. When I handed it to her she left the room. Felicity leaned close and whispered to me.
“Don’t take any notice. She was the one who designed it for Chisholm’s in the first place. She’s a bit miffed because Charles won’t let her design a replacement yet. Keep the underwear on, sweetie, it’ll be quicker. Put your original stockings on though. The ones for tonight will be packed with the dress. They cost twenty-nine dollars a pair and are so delicate I guarantee you’d snag them at work if you wore them this afternoon. There’ll be a couple of spare pairs for you too. Nothing but the best. Oh. . . and by the way, there will be three pairs of lace, elbow length gloves in there as well to complete the look.”
Ten minutes later, without even a credit card changing hands, we were out the door and heading back to the shop.
“How much?”
Felicity giggled.
“Well, I told you I would let you know how much the underwear cost. The bra and knickers set was two hundred and twenty-five dollars, the garter belt a further seventy-five and the stockings, as I said, twenty-nine a pair.”
“Oh my God!”
“Don’t worry, honey, I’m not going to tell you how much the dress cost, but after tonight it will be yours to keep. All of it will.”
She smiled brightly at me.
“Now, I’ll take the dress carrier. There isn’t room in one of the lockers to keep it flat and we don’t want it creased. When you are finished working, come up to the office and you can use my private wash room to get ready. I’ll talk to Charles about your hair. No doubt he will want to see the dress anyway.”
“Okay.”
“If he says ‘yes’ to the hair, I’ll book you in and arrange it with Cecelia. No problems. I’ll see you at closing, sweetie, bye.”
Chapter 20 – The dinner
Watching the monitor in my office as Felicity helped Amy get ready for our date was a pleasure all in itself. Felicity of course knew exactly where the hidden spy camera was, although she skilfully didn’t let Amy catch on. She knew I only used it on occasions like this. I nodded to myself; she had been right about the hair. Initially I’d wanted my long-haired blonde beauty to wear her hair natural and straight but Felicity had been right. She looked incredible with it piled up on her head, held in place with a diamante studded comb and with tiny curled bangs hanging down to frame her face.
The underwear looked delicious. My secretary had told me about Melinda’s comments about being good enough to eat, and I fully agreed with her; Amy dressed in the black silk and red lace did look that good.
It was almost a shame as Felicity lowered the opaque section of Amy’s dress over her head, holding it carefully so as not to mess the elaborate hair style. She’d told me how Amy, on seeing the Velcro tabs, had blushed hard, obviously thinking about being told to remove the lower layer at some point in the evening, leaving her in the lace layer over the underwear. I’d left it to Melinda to pick the dress, knowing she knew my tastes, but I hadn’t realised both of them knew my tastes that well. I suppose it was time to think about writing a couple of bonus cheques, although the price for the dress was still a little eye-watering.
On the screen in front of me Felicity helped Amy complete the process of straightening the outer layer of the dress as well, and as Amy stood up she looked exactly like she should, a blonde bombshell. Amy was perched on the stool as the gossamer thin black stockings were drawn up her legs by my secretary. Knowing how she operated I’m sure she had told Amy that Melinda was gay and that she herself was straight. The truth was slightly more complicated, I knew both were actually bi and that Felicity was chomping at the bit to get at the innocent morsel in front of her. That prompted a thought about later in the week when I would be unable to have Amy for myself. Maybe I could use Felicity to broaden both Amy and her husband’s horizons; worth thinking about.
On the monitor they moved on to applying the makeup and, knowing I had a good half an hour if not more before my date would be ready, I switched the monitor off and did some real work.
* * * *
“You look a million dollars, sweetie.”
I took another look in the full wall mirror.
“I don’t know . . .”
“Believe me, honey, you look sensational. You will knock them dead tonight. Every man there will be jealous of Charles. Exactly the effect he wants. Every woman there will be jealous of you too, apart from those that want to get into your pants that is.”
“Felicity . . .”
I giggled though; her comments had dispelled the nerves.
“Here goes nothing.”
“Wait a sec, let me announce you, give you a grand entrance.”
We moved from the washroom across her office to the big double doors into Mister Chisholm’s office. Normally she opened just one of them but this time she motioned me to one side and then pointed at the spot directly in front of the join between them. It took a moment but the penny dropped and I nodded and winked at her. Turning from me, she opened one of the doors and I shuffled forward to stand near it, but out of sight from the desk while she opened the other.
“Mister Chisholm, I give you your date for the evening, Amy Brown.”
She moved gracefully to the side and taking a deep breath I stepped into the spot she had indicated and waited for his reaction.
He looked straight at me from behind his desk before nodding his head gently and rising to his feet. My heart pounded as he walked from behind his desk and across the room toward me. Mister Chisholm circled me slowly and then stopped in front of me, his face showing only faint amusement.
Then his demeanour changed, his face split with a boyish grin and he grabbed my hand before gracefully bringing it to his lips to kiss my lace covered fingers.
“You look absolutely stunning, Amy, absolutely beautiful. I am so glad Felicity suggested having your hair done like that. You are radiant, honey, absolutely radiant. Shall we go?”
With that he trapped my arm in his and, spinning around, made for the exit. Behind me I could see Felicity walking into his office to clear away the paperwork he had left strewn all over the huge mahogany desk. The guilty thought crossed my mind that only some twenty-seven hours earlier it had been me and not paperwork strewn over that desk but I quickly dismissed it and concentrated on listening to his light conversation as he led me back through the shop and downstairs to the rear entrance where his car waited.
We’d just about reached the rear door when a slightly breathless Felicity caught us up.
“You need to take these, Amy. Otherwise you’ll be improperly dressed for work in the morning.”
She handed me a carrier bag containing my uniform. I had left it behind in her washroom in my confusion.
“Thank you, Felicity. We’ll put it in the boot so Amy won’t forget it . . . again.”
“Thank you,” I managed to say in a small voice. Somewhere in there I was sure I’d heard a tiny reprimand.
Throughout the car journey Mister Chisholm was a perfect date, keeping up a lively stream of light banter, some of which was genuinely funny and I didn’t have to force the smiles or the giggles at all. Genuinely I felt a million dollars in this dress and he’d already said he liked my smile. In a dress like this it was difficult not to smile. It wasn’t long before we arrived at the Country Club where the maitre’d fawned all over his obviously well known patron and led us to a quiet table for two at the back of the room, some small distance from the other customers. Table for two? The table for the two of us was bigger than most restaurants set for four!
I was sitting side-on to the main part of the restaurant, and obviously by design the high cut side of the dress was on the outer side, allowing me, or rather Mister Chisholm, to expose a fair amount of my thigh to anyone who cared to look. I made no comment, knowing deep down things would probably get a lot worse before the evening was over and it would also not be by my own choice. Deep down the thought sent a tingle through my pussy.
