Department Store, page 9
“You should see your face. It’s a picture!”
“That is so not funny.”
“I know, babe, but I just couldn’t resist it. You do look hot though. I am so glad you’re my wife.”
That brought me up short. He’d just watched on screen as the first man other than him to fuck me, since we’d started going out together, brought me to two screaming orgasms. Then he said that! My temper disappeared and I snuggled down closer to him, my hand now moving to undo the belt on his robe, anxious to make actual contact with him.
“You’re insatiable,” he whispered.
I just grinned up at him, intending to ensure the memories of this moment were long lasting in all the right ways. I’d expected the camera to cut to the film he’d made in the electrical department, as I’d not seen any cameras in the mirrored lift. It was a real shock when it cut to the scene in the lift with Mister Chisholm, already half way through unbuttoning the dress to reveal naked skin underneath.
“Oh my God!”
“What is it, Amy?”
“There weren’t any cameras in the lift.”
Then the penny dropped.
“He’s got security cameras behind the mirrors! Sneaky bugger!”
“Shouldn’t that be ‘sneaky master’?” Alan asked, chuckling a little.
“Don’t start!”
My free hand swung off as if to hit him but he caught hold of my wrist easily. We wrestled for a moment and then he was kissing me, hungrily rather than gently as normal. My other hand by now wrapped around his naked prick, squeezing and moving slowly up and down as his tongue found its way between my lips. On screen Mister Chisholm gently guided me down to the floor of the lift. Here at home my mouth had left Alan’s and descended to fit over his distended, rigid cock.
Chapter 17 - The Confession
When Alan finally came in my mouth, not something he normally did but I had no intention of letting him pull out, he was watching the screen over the top of my bobbing head. At that very moment, on screen, my alter ego was bringing Charles Chisholm to orgasm as I crouched between his legs, dressed in the weird parody of a schoolgirl outfit.
Suddenly I realised what was next and pulled my mouth off his softening cock. Swallowing the remains of his cum, I tried to speak but words wouldn’t come. I waved my hand but he was engrossed. In desperation I grabbed the remote and hit the pause button. Thankfully the video stalled before the camera cut to the final scene in the office. I wasn’t ready for Alan to see that final confession just yet.
“You alright, babe?”
I nodded and smiled.
“I think it’s time we had a talk, before you watch the last scene, honey.”
“Ah . . . Okay.”
“How about a drink?”
“You just had one, Amy.”
I looked at him and he was giggling again, then the penny dropped and I realised what he meant. Despite everything that had happened so far today I blushed. I mean really, really blushed. This turned his giggle into a full blown roar of laughter and after a few seconds it was infectious enough for me to join in. At that very moment, with the two of us rolling around on the couch screaming with laughter, the telephone rang. We let it ring for a while and eventually Alan got his breath back enough to answer.
“Hello.”
I could just make out a familiar voice on the other end. It was Pete, the guy who had seen my arrival earlier and Alan’s best friend.
“Hi, Pete. No we’re fine, aren’t we, Amy?”
“I’m fine, Pete, so is Alan. Speak to you soon. We’re a little busy right now.”
This reduced Alan to another fit of giggles and I took the phone off him.
“Honestly, Pete, we’re fine. Look I‘ve got the cash for the fuel pump. Alan will drop it by on his way to work in the morning. Gotta dash. Bye.”
I clicked the cut off button resolutely. Already I could hear Peter trying to ask questions about earlier; questions I had no intention of answering, not yet anyway. They were questions I had no intention of letting Alan answer either.
Alan looked at me.
“If it rings again, don’t answer it. I mean it! We need to talk. And I still want that drink.”
“Okay, honey, what do you want? Wine or beer?”
“Beer please, Alan.”
Two minutes later he plonked himself down on the couch next to me once more, handing me a cold bottle of Bud. As I took a swig he cheerfully planted the cold butt of his own bottle on the exposed skin of my neck, eliciting the required squeal.
“Alan!”
“Hey hon, no more, promise.”
“We need to talk, Alan.”
“I know, honey, but I need this drink just as much as you do, you know how sex makes me thirsty.”
“You had a blow job. I did all the work.”
His mouth teased up at the corners, trying to suppress a smile.
“Okay, let’s talk. Why do we need to talk before you let me see the final scene?”
“Because . . .”
“Because what? Oh my god! He brought someone else in didn’t he? Someone other than him fucked you?”
I was shaking my head as he babbled on.
“No, honey. Not that.”
Deep down I was thinking, Not that, not yet.
“What then?”
“Honey, think about it for the moment. You have just watched me have sex with another man, twice. I’ve performed a sex act on him, masturbated in front of a camera and generally paraded round a large shop stark naked, or as damn near to it. At his command and at his touch you’ve watched me have at least a dozen orgasms. Your reaction? To laugh and make jokes. I need to know how you really feel, honey.”
His face took on a serious cast, and he took another long pull at his beer before he turned to face me. Taking my chin in the fingers of his free hand, he tilted my face up so that we were only inches apart, looking directly into each other’s eyes.
“Amy.”
I held my breath.
“I love you.”
I tried to say something but one of the fingers gently gripping my chin came up to brush across my lips to silence me.
“I think I always have, from the moment I set eyes on you. The first time we made love I knew you’d enjoyed it, I certainly had, and I know you have every time since. But I also knew very early on there was something I couldn’t give you. You understand me?”
I nodded mutely.
“Well, for a long time I thought it was because you wanted me merely to be rougher with you, but I couldn’t be. I loved you too much to do that. You remember that morning you jumped on me and mounted me and told me to bite your tits so you could have a love bite before you went to work.”
“I remember.”
“I did as you asked and you squealed in agony and then came hard, drenching me.”
I smiled.
“I remember! I think that was the best orgasm you ever gave me.”
He nodded in return.
“When you came out of the bathroom ready to go to work, in your pink candy striped uniform, I opened the top buttons to see the mark.”
“I know, I thought you were going to take me again. I was so wet at the thought.”
“I didn’t go to work that day. When you came home I was all red eyed, said I’d got some metal dust in there because the goggles slipped, and they’d sent me home as a precaution.”
“Yeah I was really worried about you then.”
“I didn’t even go to work, Amy. I stayed in bed and cried my eyes out all day long.”
Instinctively I leaned forward and clasped his head to my chest.
“I knew then I couldn’t give you what you craved, sexually.”
“You gave me everything I wanted, Alan.”
“Wanted yes, but deep down you craved something more. Your conversation with your boss yesterday and allowing him to do what he did today satisfied some part of you I can’t reach. It’s like you had an itch that I couldn’t scratch. He could. He did.”
“Honey . . .”
“No, Amy, you said we needed to talk and we‘re talking. What you told him was perfectly correct. You tried to get me to fulfil your fantasies and I couldn’t. Each time when you asked me to dominate you, I either ended up giggling or stopping the fantasy to make love to you instead.”
He wrenched his head away from my hands to look at me again.
“I can’t give you what you crave. But I don’t want to lose you.”
This close I could see the tears welling up in his eyes. I threw my arms around him and hugged him close.
“You are so not going to lose me.”
“What if he wants to do this again? Will you?”
“I think you need to watch the rest of the DVD.”
Leaning over, I pressed play. We watched the final scene from Mister Chisholm’s office in silence.
Chapter 18 – Monday Morning
“Mister Chisholm wanted to see me as soon as I arrived.”
“Yes, he left me a note, take a seat please he won’t be long, Amy isn’t it? Amy Brown?”
I nodded and we both smiled at each other before I took a seat on the other side of the outer office. I’d already reported in to my supervisor, Miss Jones, and she had sent me straight here. It was about a half an hour before the shop opened and everyone was busy. I knew the routine, at the moment Mister Chisholm would be holding the normal morning security meeting with the head of security, the monitoring room supervisor and the head of the floor walkers; the store detectives. Panic gripped me for an instant as I envisioned them reviewing and laughing at the tapes recorded of me on Sunday, while my pile of discarded clothes lay in the corner of his office.
I calmed down, he’d said he’d pull the tapes and all I could do was hope that was the case. The door to the inner office opened and the three men walked out. Two of them nodding to me in passing, it was a large store but not that large. The third one, the camera supervisor, gave me a casual inspection and then his eyes locked on my hem line. With a start I realised the tops of my stockings were just peeking under the edge of the skirt where I’d crossed my legs. He chuckled and walked on. Flustered, I uncrossed my legs and smoothed the skirt, only to realise Felicity was watching me with a smile on her face.
“Sorry?”
“You can go in now. Mister Chisholm will see you now.”
“Oh, thank you.”
Quickly rising to my feet, I moved over to the open door and hesitated over knocking or not. He spoke before I reached a decision.
“Come in, Amy.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Close the door.”
I did as I was told and then moved to stand in front of his desk. This time he didn’t gesture to a seat.
“I’ve just been reviewing the security tapes form the weekend with my camera supervisor. Very interesting.”
My mouth dropped open and I froze with shock.
* * * *
Watching her reaction it was all I could do not to giggle.
“Yes, very interesting indeed. Apparently the entire system malfunctioned on Sunday, not a single recording survived. Isn’t that a pity. We could have got up to all sort of mischief couldn’t we?”
I watched her shoulders sag in relief, savouring the mental torture I’d just inflicted on the young blonde.
“Are you wearing the stockings and garters as instructed?”
“Yes, master.”
“Show me.”
She swallowed and then reached slowly down to grasp her hem. There was no hesitation in her movements, more a measured slowness that she knew was titillating, teasing even. In less than twenty-four hours this young woman had come a long way, a very long way. She straightened now, lifting the uniform skirt up, revealing a long expanse of stocking clad legs. Finally she was upright, merely the lower edge of the bands at the tops of her nylons showing. She knew this wasn’t enough, that I would want to see flesh, so she began to gather the heavy skirt material in her fingers, inching the lower edge ever higher. Eventually the top of the stockings came into view, quickly followed by the bare flesh of her upper thighs framed enticingly by the tiny garter straps. I waved her to stop.
“Are you wearing panties, Amy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What did I tell you about sluts and slaves not wearing panties?
“Yes, sir . . .”
I could see the desperation in her face as she realised she’d overstepped a mark, knowing she should only answer questions not ask them, at least not without asking permission first. Clever girl this one, I hadn’t even taught her that.
“Just this once, Amy.”
“Sir, it’s against dress regulations to go commando. I’d be in trouble if I was found out.”
“Hmmm . . . let me see, which do you fear worse then, Amy? A reprimand from Miss Jones or a punishment from me? I see I will have to punish you just to show you the error of your ways.”
She looked stricken but like the little trouper she was she didn’t drop the skirt hem, just stood there showing off her legs to me.
“Never mind, given you will spend the lunch hour with Felicity, helping you try on your dress for tonight and selecting your make-up, I suspect it wouldn’t be a very good idea for you to go commando.”
I looked at her.
“Show me them then.”
She quickly lifted the skirt up to her waist, her elbows sticking out like handles as her silky black panties came into view. Not only that but she had remembered to wear them over and not under the garters, allowing them to be removed with ease should the occasion warrant it. I made a circling motion with my fingers and she obediently turned through three hundred and sixty degrees showing me a delightful view of her panties from every direction.
“Drop the skirt and come here.”
I pointed to a spot right next to my chair. She was there in seconds, having moved this time with much more speed, smoothing her skirt down into place as she literally skipped around the desk.
Without preamble or warning my hand rose up inside her skirt, brushed across her thighs and my fingertips touched her pussy through the silky fabric. As I suspected she was already wet, and she blushed in recognition as I removed my hand and looked at her.
“You may go now, Amy. I expect you to work a full shift today. Felicity will collect you from your position at lunch when she is ready. Miss Jones has been informed. That is all.”
She moved toward the door but just before she reached it,
“Amy?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Ask Felicity to lend you her vaginal deodorant and spray it up under your skirt in front of her desk please. Then ask her to come in, I have some letters to dictate.”
It was very satisfying to see her blush deepen as I gave her these instructions. I of course knew from the monitor that Felicity was on her own, but as Amy opened the door she did not. The camera had no sound pick up but I saw her walk straight up to Felicity’s desk and ask her for something without hesitating. Felicity looked up at her and smiled at the blonde and then winked. She handed over a small aerosol and without stopping Amy bent over and sprayed a liberal dose up under her skirt, bringing another wink from Felicity. Switching to the camera behind Felicity, I could see Amy smile back and then apparently say ‘thank you’, followed by ‘see you later’. I had been right, this one was a real find, a true submissive.
I was desperately curious to find out how she had gotten on with her husband last night but that was going to be the hub of the conversation over dinner. I’d had Felicity check the outside cameras and she had seen Amy’s husband drop her off this morning as usual, so they were at least still under the same roof. Which was of course a relief, I wanted my fun with this little sex bomb but I didn’t want to destroy her life. Mind you, one way or another, I was going to have my fun.
Chapter 19 – The Dress
Monday had flown past in a daze. The morning had gone as normal until around eleven o’clock I’d remembered the soiled panties Mister Chisholm had hidden somewhere near my work place. I was in an absolute panic all through to lunch, frantic that someone else, especially a customer, might find them. It was difficult to scour the shelves with other staff and customers around but I’d gone through my part of the department twice without finding them or alerting anyone else to the search. Just as I saw Felicity walking toward my counter I had to stifle a giggle as a possible scenario ran through my mind.
“Are you looking for something, Amy?”
“Yes, Miss Jones.”
“What, Amy?”
“My knickers, Miss Jones.”
“Do you mean these, Amy?”
She stood there dangling the disgusting item from her fingertip in distain.
I shook my head to clear the latent image and smiled as Felicity walked up.
“You ready?”
“Yes she is. Off you go, Amy. It’s fine. You two go and have fun, I didn’t even know you knew each other.”
Miss Jones breezed past, not even stopping as her comment was thrown my way. Taking the chance I stepped out from behind the counter and was surprised when Felicity led me across to the back stairs rather than in the other direction toward the ladies wear department. She answered my unspoken question as we clattered down the stairs in our low heels. As per Mister Chisholm’s instructions my new very high heels were stashed in my locker.
“It’s alright, Amy, Charles wants you to look stunning tonight and he doesn’t want too many prying eyes around the store noticing what’s going on. We’re going to a small boutique two blocks up. The owner is a friend of Charles’ and very accommodating. Don’t worry, sweetie, I know all about it.”
“You do?”
“Of course. You don’t think you are the first one he’s played with do you? After all he is single, handsome, virile and very wealthy.”
“Have you . . .?”
The question was out before I could think about it, I really thought I’d put my foot in it but she gave a cheerful peal of laughter.
“Honey, that’s for me to know and you to guess at.”
“I’m sorry it just sort of. . . slipped out.”
“That is so not funny.”
“I know, babe, but I just couldn’t resist it. You do look hot though. I am so glad you’re my wife.”
That brought me up short. He’d just watched on screen as the first man other than him to fuck me, since we’d started going out together, brought me to two screaming orgasms. Then he said that! My temper disappeared and I snuggled down closer to him, my hand now moving to undo the belt on his robe, anxious to make actual contact with him.
“You’re insatiable,” he whispered.
I just grinned up at him, intending to ensure the memories of this moment were long lasting in all the right ways. I’d expected the camera to cut to the film he’d made in the electrical department, as I’d not seen any cameras in the mirrored lift. It was a real shock when it cut to the scene in the lift with Mister Chisholm, already half way through unbuttoning the dress to reveal naked skin underneath.
“Oh my God!”
“What is it, Amy?”
“There weren’t any cameras in the lift.”
Then the penny dropped.
“He’s got security cameras behind the mirrors! Sneaky bugger!”
“Shouldn’t that be ‘sneaky master’?” Alan asked, chuckling a little.
“Don’t start!”
My free hand swung off as if to hit him but he caught hold of my wrist easily. We wrestled for a moment and then he was kissing me, hungrily rather than gently as normal. My other hand by now wrapped around his naked prick, squeezing and moving slowly up and down as his tongue found its way between my lips. On screen Mister Chisholm gently guided me down to the floor of the lift. Here at home my mouth had left Alan’s and descended to fit over his distended, rigid cock.
Chapter 17 - The Confession
When Alan finally came in my mouth, not something he normally did but I had no intention of letting him pull out, he was watching the screen over the top of my bobbing head. At that very moment, on screen, my alter ego was bringing Charles Chisholm to orgasm as I crouched between his legs, dressed in the weird parody of a schoolgirl outfit.
Suddenly I realised what was next and pulled my mouth off his softening cock. Swallowing the remains of his cum, I tried to speak but words wouldn’t come. I waved my hand but he was engrossed. In desperation I grabbed the remote and hit the pause button. Thankfully the video stalled before the camera cut to the final scene in the office. I wasn’t ready for Alan to see that final confession just yet.
“You alright, babe?”
I nodded and smiled.
“I think it’s time we had a talk, before you watch the last scene, honey.”
“Ah . . . Okay.”
“How about a drink?”
“You just had one, Amy.”
I looked at him and he was giggling again, then the penny dropped and I realised what he meant. Despite everything that had happened so far today I blushed. I mean really, really blushed. This turned his giggle into a full blown roar of laughter and after a few seconds it was infectious enough for me to join in. At that very moment, with the two of us rolling around on the couch screaming with laughter, the telephone rang. We let it ring for a while and eventually Alan got his breath back enough to answer.
“Hello.”
I could just make out a familiar voice on the other end. It was Pete, the guy who had seen my arrival earlier and Alan’s best friend.
“Hi, Pete. No we’re fine, aren’t we, Amy?”
“I’m fine, Pete, so is Alan. Speak to you soon. We’re a little busy right now.”
This reduced Alan to another fit of giggles and I took the phone off him.
“Honestly, Pete, we’re fine. Look I‘ve got the cash for the fuel pump. Alan will drop it by on his way to work in the morning. Gotta dash. Bye.”
I clicked the cut off button resolutely. Already I could hear Peter trying to ask questions about earlier; questions I had no intention of answering, not yet anyway. They were questions I had no intention of letting Alan answer either.
Alan looked at me.
“If it rings again, don’t answer it. I mean it! We need to talk. And I still want that drink.”
“Okay, honey, what do you want? Wine or beer?”
“Beer please, Alan.”
Two minutes later he plonked himself down on the couch next to me once more, handing me a cold bottle of Bud. As I took a swig he cheerfully planted the cold butt of his own bottle on the exposed skin of my neck, eliciting the required squeal.
“Alan!”
“Hey hon, no more, promise.”
“We need to talk, Alan.”
“I know, honey, but I need this drink just as much as you do, you know how sex makes me thirsty.”
“You had a blow job. I did all the work.”
His mouth teased up at the corners, trying to suppress a smile.
“Okay, let’s talk. Why do we need to talk before you let me see the final scene?”
“Because . . .”
“Because what? Oh my god! He brought someone else in didn’t he? Someone other than him fucked you?”
I was shaking my head as he babbled on.
“No, honey. Not that.”
Deep down I was thinking, Not that, not yet.
“What then?”
“Honey, think about it for the moment. You have just watched me have sex with another man, twice. I’ve performed a sex act on him, masturbated in front of a camera and generally paraded round a large shop stark naked, or as damn near to it. At his command and at his touch you’ve watched me have at least a dozen orgasms. Your reaction? To laugh and make jokes. I need to know how you really feel, honey.”
His face took on a serious cast, and he took another long pull at his beer before he turned to face me. Taking my chin in the fingers of his free hand, he tilted my face up so that we were only inches apart, looking directly into each other’s eyes.
“Amy.”
I held my breath.
“I love you.”
I tried to say something but one of the fingers gently gripping my chin came up to brush across my lips to silence me.
“I think I always have, from the moment I set eyes on you. The first time we made love I knew you’d enjoyed it, I certainly had, and I know you have every time since. But I also knew very early on there was something I couldn’t give you. You understand me?”
I nodded mutely.
“Well, for a long time I thought it was because you wanted me merely to be rougher with you, but I couldn’t be. I loved you too much to do that. You remember that morning you jumped on me and mounted me and told me to bite your tits so you could have a love bite before you went to work.”
“I remember.”
“I did as you asked and you squealed in agony and then came hard, drenching me.”
I smiled.
“I remember! I think that was the best orgasm you ever gave me.”
He nodded in return.
“When you came out of the bathroom ready to go to work, in your pink candy striped uniform, I opened the top buttons to see the mark.”
“I know, I thought you were going to take me again. I was so wet at the thought.”
“I didn’t go to work that day. When you came home I was all red eyed, said I’d got some metal dust in there because the goggles slipped, and they’d sent me home as a precaution.”
“Yeah I was really worried about you then.”
“I didn’t even go to work, Amy. I stayed in bed and cried my eyes out all day long.”
Instinctively I leaned forward and clasped his head to my chest.
“I knew then I couldn’t give you what you craved, sexually.”
“You gave me everything I wanted, Alan.”
“Wanted yes, but deep down you craved something more. Your conversation with your boss yesterday and allowing him to do what he did today satisfied some part of you I can’t reach. It’s like you had an itch that I couldn’t scratch. He could. He did.”
“Honey . . .”
“No, Amy, you said we needed to talk and we‘re talking. What you told him was perfectly correct. You tried to get me to fulfil your fantasies and I couldn’t. Each time when you asked me to dominate you, I either ended up giggling or stopping the fantasy to make love to you instead.”
He wrenched his head away from my hands to look at me again.
“I can’t give you what you crave. But I don’t want to lose you.”
This close I could see the tears welling up in his eyes. I threw my arms around him and hugged him close.
“You are so not going to lose me.”
“What if he wants to do this again? Will you?”
“I think you need to watch the rest of the DVD.”
Leaning over, I pressed play. We watched the final scene from Mister Chisholm’s office in silence.
Chapter 18 – Monday Morning
“Mister Chisholm wanted to see me as soon as I arrived.”
“Yes, he left me a note, take a seat please he won’t be long, Amy isn’t it? Amy Brown?”
I nodded and we both smiled at each other before I took a seat on the other side of the outer office. I’d already reported in to my supervisor, Miss Jones, and she had sent me straight here. It was about a half an hour before the shop opened and everyone was busy. I knew the routine, at the moment Mister Chisholm would be holding the normal morning security meeting with the head of security, the monitoring room supervisor and the head of the floor walkers; the store detectives. Panic gripped me for an instant as I envisioned them reviewing and laughing at the tapes recorded of me on Sunday, while my pile of discarded clothes lay in the corner of his office.
I calmed down, he’d said he’d pull the tapes and all I could do was hope that was the case. The door to the inner office opened and the three men walked out. Two of them nodding to me in passing, it was a large store but not that large. The third one, the camera supervisor, gave me a casual inspection and then his eyes locked on my hem line. With a start I realised the tops of my stockings were just peeking under the edge of the skirt where I’d crossed my legs. He chuckled and walked on. Flustered, I uncrossed my legs and smoothed the skirt, only to realise Felicity was watching me with a smile on her face.
“Sorry?”
“You can go in now. Mister Chisholm will see you now.”
“Oh, thank you.”
Quickly rising to my feet, I moved over to the open door and hesitated over knocking or not. He spoke before I reached a decision.
“Come in, Amy.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Close the door.”
I did as I was told and then moved to stand in front of his desk. This time he didn’t gesture to a seat.
“I’ve just been reviewing the security tapes form the weekend with my camera supervisor. Very interesting.”
My mouth dropped open and I froze with shock.
* * * *
Watching her reaction it was all I could do not to giggle.
“Yes, very interesting indeed. Apparently the entire system malfunctioned on Sunday, not a single recording survived. Isn’t that a pity. We could have got up to all sort of mischief couldn’t we?”
I watched her shoulders sag in relief, savouring the mental torture I’d just inflicted on the young blonde.
“Are you wearing the stockings and garters as instructed?”
“Yes, master.”
“Show me.”
She swallowed and then reached slowly down to grasp her hem. There was no hesitation in her movements, more a measured slowness that she knew was titillating, teasing even. In less than twenty-four hours this young woman had come a long way, a very long way. She straightened now, lifting the uniform skirt up, revealing a long expanse of stocking clad legs. Finally she was upright, merely the lower edge of the bands at the tops of her nylons showing. She knew this wasn’t enough, that I would want to see flesh, so she began to gather the heavy skirt material in her fingers, inching the lower edge ever higher. Eventually the top of the stockings came into view, quickly followed by the bare flesh of her upper thighs framed enticingly by the tiny garter straps. I waved her to stop.
“Are you wearing panties, Amy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What did I tell you about sluts and slaves not wearing panties?
“Yes, sir . . .”
I could see the desperation in her face as she realised she’d overstepped a mark, knowing she should only answer questions not ask them, at least not without asking permission first. Clever girl this one, I hadn’t even taught her that.
“Just this once, Amy.”
“Sir, it’s against dress regulations to go commando. I’d be in trouble if I was found out.”
“Hmmm . . . let me see, which do you fear worse then, Amy? A reprimand from Miss Jones or a punishment from me? I see I will have to punish you just to show you the error of your ways.”
She looked stricken but like the little trouper she was she didn’t drop the skirt hem, just stood there showing off her legs to me.
“Never mind, given you will spend the lunch hour with Felicity, helping you try on your dress for tonight and selecting your make-up, I suspect it wouldn’t be a very good idea for you to go commando.”
I looked at her.
“Show me them then.”
She quickly lifted the skirt up to her waist, her elbows sticking out like handles as her silky black panties came into view. Not only that but she had remembered to wear them over and not under the garters, allowing them to be removed with ease should the occasion warrant it. I made a circling motion with my fingers and she obediently turned through three hundred and sixty degrees showing me a delightful view of her panties from every direction.
“Drop the skirt and come here.”
I pointed to a spot right next to my chair. She was there in seconds, having moved this time with much more speed, smoothing her skirt down into place as she literally skipped around the desk.
Without preamble or warning my hand rose up inside her skirt, brushed across her thighs and my fingertips touched her pussy through the silky fabric. As I suspected she was already wet, and she blushed in recognition as I removed my hand and looked at her.
“You may go now, Amy. I expect you to work a full shift today. Felicity will collect you from your position at lunch when she is ready. Miss Jones has been informed. That is all.”
She moved toward the door but just before she reached it,
“Amy?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Ask Felicity to lend you her vaginal deodorant and spray it up under your skirt in front of her desk please. Then ask her to come in, I have some letters to dictate.”
It was very satisfying to see her blush deepen as I gave her these instructions. I of course knew from the monitor that Felicity was on her own, but as Amy opened the door she did not. The camera had no sound pick up but I saw her walk straight up to Felicity’s desk and ask her for something without hesitating. Felicity looked up at her and smiled at the blonde and then winked. She handed over a small aerosol and without stopping Amy bent over and sprayed a liberal dose up under her skirt, bringing another wink from Felicity. Switching to the camera behind Felicity, I could see Amy smile back and then apparently say ‘thank you’, followed by ‘see you later’. I had been right, this one was a real find, a true submissive.
I was desperately curious to find out how she had gotten on with her husband last night but that was going to be the hub of the conversation over dinner. I’d had Felicity check the outside cameras and she had seen Amy’s husband drop her off this morning as usual, so they were at least still under the same roof. Which was of course a relief, I wanted my fun with this little sex bomb but I didn’t want to destroy her life. Mind you, one way or another, I was going to have my fun.
Chapter 19 – The Dress
Monday had flown past in a daze. The morning had gone as normal until around eleven o’clock I’d remembered the soiled panties Mister Chisholm had hidden somewhere near my work place. I was in an absolute panic all through to lunch, frantic that someone else, especially a customer, might find them. It was difficult to scour the shelves with other staff and customers around but I’d gone through my part of the department twice without finding them or alerting anyone else to the search. Just as I saw Felicity walking toward my counter I had to stifle a giggle as a possible scenario ran through my mind.
“Are you looking for something, Amy?”
“Yes, Miss Jones.”
“What, Amy?”
“My knickers, Miss Jones.”
“Do you mean these, Amy?”
She stood there dangling the disgusting item from her fingertip in distain.
I shook my head to clear the latent image and smiled as Felicity walked up.
“You ready?”
“Yes she is. Off you go, Amy. It’s fine. You two go and have fun, I didn’t even know you knew each other.”
Miss Jones breezed past, not even stopping as her comment was thrown my way. Taking the chance I stepped out from behind the counter and was surprised when Felicity led me across to the back stairs rather than in the other direction toward the ladies wear department. She answered my unspoken question as we clattered down the stairs in our low heels. As per Mister Chisholm’s instructions my new very high heels were stashed in my locker.
“It’s alright, Amy, Charles wants you to look stunning tonight and he doesn’t want too many prying eyes around the store noticing what’s going on. We’re going to a small boutique two blocks up. The owner is a friend of Charles’ and very accommodating. Don’t worry, sweetie, I know all about it.”
“You do?”
“Of course. You don’t think you are the first one he’s played with do you? After all he is single, handsome, virile and very wealthy.”
“Have you . . .?”
The question was out before I could think about it, I really thought I’d put my foot in it but she gave a cheerful peal of laughter.
“Honey, that’s for me to know and you to guess at.”
“I’m sorry it just sort of. . . slipped out.”
