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Changing Room Diaries Ch. 01

By: LadyAmy



Introduction

Hey there. I'm Eve. This is a story about a portion of my life that centers around one area. A changing room. That might sound confusing now, but it will all make sense in a minute. All you need to know about this series is, while it does start centered in a changing room, it expands to other areas as well. Anyways, Let's get started.

Chapter 1: Jenny, Paula, and Demi

I work at a high end women's clothing store, Ms. Raquel's, that prides itself on its customer service. There I work as one of the ten changing room assistants. My job is simple enough. Sit in the changing rooms and when women want to try something on, I am there to assist in the changing and to make suggestions. There are nine changing room assistants who do this job normally.

And then there is me.

You see, sometimes, when a beautiful woman enters my training room I give them a FULL experience, if you catch my drift. I'm usually able to tell what the best way to go about this is and, now that I've been here for two years, I've tried them all. Sometimes, if my customer is a lesbian and I can tell, I'll just drop some hints and we're at it in no time. Other times I have to slowly seduce the customer, whether straight or lesbian, through a few visits. And on a few occasions I have to put my foot down and be a bit...forceful. Don't worry, I've never hurt anyone. Not even a little. There are times when they want to be forceful with me actually. I always have the customer's best interest at heart. In fact I rarely even get to have any pleasure for myself, as much as I'd like to. The focus is always on them.

Now this chapter is basically a normal day at my job, but I start the series here because this is basically the beginning of a particularly fun period of time.

It was Monday and I was arriving to work an hour late. I ran in as fast as I could to see Molly at the changing room front desk counter, like always. I should probably tell you about Molly.

Molly began working here when she was 18(she's 19 now), about a year after I started. She is a pretty little thing. She's slim, but doesn't exactly have a full figure, I guess because she's still developing a little. She has fiery red hair to her ass, and cute 36B breasts. Her skin is quite pale though, pasty some would say, but it's free of any type of blemish and suits her redhead look. Anyways, a few months into her work here she approached me after one day after closing.

"I know what you're doing," she said, bluntly. "I know what you do all day in your changing room with those women."

I was without words. Before this no one I worked with even knew I was a lesbian. I just stood there thinking what I could do to have her not tell anyone and trying to figure out how I was discovered.

"Hehe, don't worry," she laughed, breaking me from my thoughts. "I want to help you." I looked down at her, confused.

"And how would you do that?'" I asked.

"Don't you see? I work the front desk; I tell the women in line which room to go to. I could send the more...preferable customers your way."

"And what would you want in return?"



"Just one thing, I want a session."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You know, I want to be one of your customers."

As it turned out, Molly didn't really know the full extent of what I did. She thought I just got customers to lick my pussy. So we worked out a deal in which once a month, I let Molly go down on me. In return she only sends me, as she would put it, the preferable women. She does much more actually, but we'll get to that later. About nine months had passed since then and I had to admit, Molly was making my job even more fun.

I gave her a wink and a smile and went down to my room, good old changing room 10, to get everything in order. Now these rooms aren't very big, but they're bigger than your average changing room. They're about 10 feet long 7 feet wide, and the ceiling is only about 7 feet high. They are always changing the colors of the walls. Currently it was a sort of maroon. There is a mirror on the door once you close it and one exactly opposite that one on the other end of the room. The door slides open and closed, and it's pretty hard to hear anything going on in the room from the outside, still though, that is where my additions come in.

I spent quite a deal of money soundproofing the room, which is the most important change. Also, there is an ionizer that runs 24/7, keeping the room. In addition, there is a large compartment in the floor filled with all kinds of goodies. The walls come with a few more surprises, but we'll get to those later.

Everything in my room can be hidden away in case Ms.Raquel, the owner and the stores namesake, ever comes by to check on things, though she rarely does, and most room sweeps are conducted by Molly. Before her, my additions were just wishful thinking.

Once in my room, I checked myself in the mirror. My hair, dirty blonde, was in a ponytail, but I decided to let it down. I absolutely adored the navy blue, semi-backless dress I was wearing that day, we don't really have a uniform here. It was pretty simple, came down to my knees, wasn't very tight it didn't really show off my ass, the ass I work tirelessly at the gym to keep perfect and tone. But it did do well to showcase my long legs a bit.

I left my room and walked over to Molly. The rooms are all in a straight line from 1-10 so I have to walk passed all the other rooms to get to her.

"You look amazing today," Molly told me. "I'm so jealous of your tan." I tend to stay active in my life, running and hiking at times. It keeps slime and flat in the places I should be, full in all the others, and gives me a soft tan.

"Thanks dear. But you say that every day."

"Well it's true everyday." she giggled. I sighed. This girl was quite the flirt.

"So do me a favor honey, don't send me anyone for like 10 more minutes."

"Sure thing," she said. Then she leaned in a little closer and whispered, "Fuck them good today." I pretended to laugh. That's Molly's only problem. She thinks I do what I do just for me. And while it's true I get a thrill and lots of fun out of it, the focus is always on the customer. I don't have a good time unless they have a good time. Plus I just don't like the word "fuck", at least not to refer to sex, which I understand is pretty ironic. I thanked her and gave her butt a quick pinch without anyone seeing. I never go down on her, but sometimes I tease her in innocent little ways. And since she's on the pale side, she blushes bright red, which is absolutely adorable.

As I walked away I turned around to catch her staring at my legs. She got all flustered and blushed again, the little minx. The relationship between me and Molly is sort of an odd one. She will follow me blindly with whatever I say but it's not like I'm her mistress or anything. It's feels sort of like a teacher student relationship. If the student licked the teachers pussy.

I got to my room and just relaxed for a bit. I thought about how much help Molly had been lately. She had three main jobs. The first two, sending me preferred customers and passing me up on inspection, were significant, but the third was the most important: background checks.

I won't go into detail, but Molly has had some trouble with the law. She was kicked out of MIT(yeah, THAT MIT) and placed under house arrest for a short while for hacking into...actually its best if I don't tell you what she hacked into. Long story short, Molly can find out a lot about a person with just their drivers license, and whenever she sends me a customer, she conducts quite an extensive background check in a short amount of time. You would be surprised how many married women, whom by the way I never touch, don't wear rings. She's also prevents me from trying to seduce people with criminal records that show they aren't very good with anger.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as I got a text while the first customer of the day knocked on the door. It was a nice looking blonde woman with the biggest purse I had ever seen. The text was from Molly, which I expected, and just read "Clean". This was basically the green light to go ahead and do my thing but I wasn't really into it considering I was still half asleep. I did the duty I was paid for and nothing more. I know it seems hypocritical of me to say I have their best interests at heart and not please them, but the customer still leaves happy even if I don't do anything. Also, I know it seems like everyone's fantasy, and it was mine to, but licking pussy all day and is exhausting. Trust me, I've tried it.

A couple hours passed and I was still too tired to do anything very fun with my customers. Then, Molly sent me a text saying "It's Jenny!". I had completely forgotten that I made an appointment with her.

Jenny was this incredible brunette. She had brown eyes, dark brown hair to her tail bone, and body very similar to my own. Like me she had 36c breasts and a slim but tone figure. We were also the same age, 27. She was an inch or two taller than me though(I'm 5'8), and her skin wasn't as tan as mine, but definitely not pale either.

I had seen Jenny two times before and I could tell she had a taste for women. Though I usually figure out how to get in my customers pants easily, but I was having a hard time reading Jenny.

The first time she had been here she wanted to try on a very fancy dress. When I was helping her into it, I got quite close quite often, feeling around her hips while I tightened it, caressing her back ever so slightly as I zipped her up, and giving her incessant compliments. But when I watched her face in the mirror I could see that there she was enjoying some of it, and looking annoyed with other parts, so I still wasn't sure if this would have to be a seduction, where I convince her to get with me, or if she just wanted a flirtation, where we both dive in willingly.

She's been coming by every Monday since. The next time she wanted a custom dress made. For this I had to personally take some very exact body measurements. But still nothing happened. So now she was here to try on her new custom dress, and I was suddenly wide awake.

"Hey Jenny!" I exclaimed as I opened the door. In my normal life I'm sort of quiet, I have a small circle of good friends, but in room 10 I have no inhibitions, and tend to be enthusiastic. 

"Hi Eve, got my dress," she said, showing me the long flowing yellow fabric in her hands. She was wearing a tight white T that really showed off her breasts and some tight jeans. "Although the one you have on right now might be better, you look hot."

"Thanks. Ya it is pretty sexy isn't it, haha." I would never actually say that in real life, but I thought it would work for Jenny. I realized I was wrong when I saw Jenny get her annoyed face again. I just couldn't figure this girl out.

She took off her shirt and her jeans and I helped her get into her dress. The whole time I was thinking how I could land her, considering this could easily be the last time I see her. She looked at herself for a bit in the mirror.

"So Eve," she said to me but still looking at herself in the mirror, "where'd you get that dress from?"

"Oh, I got it right here in Ms. Raquel's of course," I said truthfully. The policy was that all employees have to wear Ms. Raquel's merchandise in order to avoid uniforms. It was actually a good way of advertising some of the clothes.

"Could I try it on?"

"Umm, sure I'll go find one," I offered and excused myself from the room. I was still thinking what to do with Jenny. I thought of all the times she liked what I said, then all the times she didn't, and all of a sudden it hit me. I stopped, turned around and went back to the room.

"I'm sorry Jenny but we don't have any more of these dresses in stock," I lied. Her next statement would determine if I was right about her.

"Oh well could I order one and just try on the one you're wearing?" There it was! I had realized that I neither needed to seduce or flirt with Jenny, she was trying to, and really wanted to, seduce me.

"Oh umm," I whimpered with false shyness. In reality if there was a woman who's legs I've wanted to be between for weeks in front of me, and she asked me to take off my dress, that thing would fall before she could finish the sentence. But she wanted to seduce me, and I was going to let her.

"Sure I guess," I concluded.

"Thank you so much Eve," she smiled, "I can get out of this one myself, just have that ready for me when I'm done please."

"Umm, ok." I said in a shy, hushed tone. It was hard not to laugh, but I could tell Jenny had the same style of seduction as me, so I knew how to act.

As we undressed to our bra and panties, or in my case just panties, I turned my back to her to seem shy. I would sneak a look every few seconds and made sure she caught some of them, showing her I was curious, and keeping her interest.

"Oh ya," she remembered when we were done, "can't wear this for a backless." She slowly unhooked here lace bra and her breasts fell out. They were gorgeous, and made me a little moist. Not too big, but not small at all. They were full and rounded with little chocolate chip like nipples. They were very similar to mine actually, except less tan and my nipples are pink. I only took a glance though; it would be out of character to stare.

"Could you be careful with this please?" I asked as I handed her the dress, "My bo...EX-boyfriend bought it for me." I said with a sad face. Her face, though, lit up. She came to the realization that I (or at least the character I was playing) was straight. I could tell she was happy that I would be her first girl. Of course all that was a lie.

"Of course honey," she said with a smile. God this girl was just like me. We were the same age but she was acting almost motherly towards me.

As she handled the new dress I thought of a next move, as this seemed like an ideal moment for her to strike.

I have to pause for a second and just say how proud of myself I am for this. I'll be the first to say I am an atrocious actor, but I deserve and Oscar for this.

"So how do I look Eve?"

...

"Eve?"

Jenny turned around to see me on my knees in nothing but my white lace panties bawling my eyes out.

"Eve?! Sweetie what's wrong." 

"Oh god," I said as if embarrassed, "I'm so sorry Jenny, this is terrible of me, I just...I miss him so much."

"No no no, it's ok. Come here." She got on her knees next to me and hugged me. Actually, she basically held me, with my face between her breasts making my panties develop a visible wet spot. I kept crying for a minute and slowly came to a stop. Jenny pulled back slightly and held my face in her hand, wiping away a few tears.

"You're gonna be fine," she said. Her voice sounded comforting but all I saw in her eyes was lust. Maybe we weren't so similar.

"Thanks Jenny," I sniffled.

"No problem," she said and gave me a quick peck on the forehead. I acted surprised. She looked down at me and slowly came in for a kiss. Our lips met a little more aggressively than I expected, but it was heavenly. Then I remembered my role in this, and pulled back.

"What are you-"

"Ssshhh," she hissed putting a finger to my mouth. She stood me up, and guided me by my shoulders against the side wall. I was wide eyed, with my mouth gaping open like I was astonished by what was going on. "You can stop anytime you want," she told me.

And with that she pressed up against me, holding the right side of the back of my head, and kissed me again. She took advantage of my open mouth and slid her tongue inside it. I was still sticking to character and only kissing back very gently.

Slowly, however, as she massaged my tongue with hers, I started to answer back. My lips pushed on hers harder, my tongue started answering to her incentives. The pressure of my almost bare body being pushed against the wall by Jenny felt amazing. She took her hand off my head and I wanted the pressure back, so I grabbed the back of the right side of her neck and pulled her in. This whole time we were in the same kiss she had started, our tongues dancing with each other.

Her tongue retreated back to its and she broke the kiss, but our foreheads were still together, I remained up against the wall as we panted. She looked into my eyes with a devious smile. She was still thinking that this was my first lesbian experience, so I still played the part by just standing there, looking astonished. She wiped the sides of her mouth and then did the same for me. She took a step back and I was able to get off the wall for a few seconds. She effortlessly undressed until, like me, she was down to her panties.

She looked into my eyes and pressed me against the wall again with her now bare body, our breasts smashing together. She grabbed my left leg, right wear the thigh meets the ass, and lifted it up, just holding it there, digging into it with her fingers and nails. Not painfully, but forcefully. Then, she took my chin and tilted my face away from the leg she was holding and started kissing and licking my neck. I let out a few short breaths as she made her way up, giving each part of my neck a thorough kiss and lick. Then she reached my ear.

One thing most people I've made out with have learned is that I love when they mess with my ears. So when Jenny reached my ear I finally let out a moan. She told me to quiet down but I explained to her that all changing rooms were sound proof and she kept going. She may not have believed me but I don't think she cared.

Jenny licked, sucked, bit, and sucked some more on my ear lobe. I continued to moan, but held back as much as I could. She slowly made her way off my ear and back towards my mouth and we kissed again. When our lips met our tongues dived into each other's mouths. As I retracted, she grabbed my tongue with her lips and sucked it up and down for a long time . While she sucked, I felt some wetness on my thigh and looked down to realize it wasn't mine but rather Jenny's. Her panties were absolutely drenched and her juices were running down here thighs which were now pressing against mine.

She finally stopped sucking my tongue and kissed me deeply again. Her right arm was still holding up my left leg, hell, she was basically holding my entire body up against the wall. Here free hand came up and tried going down the front of my panties. I broke the kiss and grabbed her arm nodding my head no, my pretend inhibitions coming back. She smiled and nodded and we went back to making out.

Suddenly, with the same hand that had just tried to invade my pussy, she grabbed my right breast quite aggressively, making me break the kiss and yelp. I have very sensitive breasts and, although lots of people don't believe me, I have had breast orgasms before, but they only really occur if someone's been giving them attention for a long time. Still, the sudden impact on them felt great.

I could tell Jenny was getting restless. She started licking the side of my neck and ear she hadn't before with much more vigor than the last time. Then she started to lick the length of my face up and down. Every 30 seconds or so she would try to reach into my panties, and I would stop her. On her 10th attempt I pushed her off completely and she stumbled back a few steps, surprised.

I approached her, pushed her backwards until she hit the wall parallel to the one she had just been holding me against. I grabbed her leg as she had to mine, and dug my fingers and nails into it as she did, and fondled one of her breasts. There was very little sensuality. This was going to be rough, hard, and dirty.

She closed her eyes, moaned softly, and licked her lips. As she did I darted forward and caught her tongue in my lips and sucked it as she had done to mine. She made another attempt for my mound, and this time I let her.


Changing Room Diaries Ch. 01



Her fingers came in contact with my sex and I shuddered. They traced the outline of my lips, and then, very suddenly she started rubbing the outside of my lips at a steady pace. I had to let her tongue free and give out a long moan. I released her leg and breast, and she brought her hand out of my panties and gave it a thorough licking. She brought me in for one more deep kiss. I could taste myself on her tongue and, as I had found out a long time ago, I tasted sweet.

She brought me down to the carpeted floor. Usually I would take out some sheets I have in my secret compartment but since I was the helpless first timer, this would have to do. She brought me down with a good deal of haste. I came to the realization of how little sensuality there was. Usually if I spend time with someone before I reel them in, the sex, or even just me going down on them is pretty erotic. This was, on the other hand, aggressive and crude. Buy hey, sex is sex. It may have not been erotic, but it was very hot.

She lay me on the ground the long way, with my head near the door, and pulled my panties off. She stood up and awkwardly through hers off as well. I realized that she wanted a release as fast as possible, but didn't want to have to please me after. She was going for a sixty-nine. She got on all fours above me, putting us face to face with each other's pussies. We were similar hear as well in that we were both clean shaven. She started descending when I remembered that I was in character.

"Wait!" I exclaimed. "I've never done this before."

She rolled her eyes and looked very frustrated, but turned her head back and tried to be nice.

"Just do what you would want done to you."

With that she lowered herself onto me. For a second, I thought I would start out badly and slowly get better, because that seemed more realistic, but my policy of pleasing the customer comes before everything else. So I just did what I've been doing here for the last two years.

I always start oral sex with a sort of signature: licking the thigh to the right and to the left of the vagina, and giving it a quick, gentle kiss. I gave Jenny's mound my signature and dove in. I licked her lips up and down, taking in her juices. I usually relate someone I eat out to a taste of some kind. Jenny tasted like cinnamon.

I started to go deeper, sticking my tongue as far into Jenny's sex as I could possibly could. I licked, bit, and sucked on her clit and basically just devoured her. Her response was proportional. She yelled into my pussy with pleasure, and I could tell she was holding back an orgasm. She was rubbing my clit with a finger while eating out my lips feverishly. It felt heavenly, and I realized she wanted me to come first, so I eased up on her and eventually just put my head down as she sped up her pace.

I came quickly, and hard. The brunette lifted her head, opting not to take in what was coming, but continues to rub me as my orgasm thundered through my body. I moaned into her pussy, and, once my orgasm subsided, I restarted my oral assault on it.

I mainly focused on her clit this time. She seemed to scream the loudest when I chewed on it, so that's exactly what I did.

Jenny slowly got up until she was on her knees, sitting on my face, and started squeezing her own breasts.

It only took a few second for her to come.

"OHH GOD! YES!" she yelled as her orgasm made her convulse and grind my face, her juices flowing down my cheeks. She grinded me for almost a minute and finally her ecstasy subsided. She stayed in the same position for a few seconds after, eyes closed and panting. Then she fell to the side and we simply lay there for a bit in silence.

Jenny slowly sat up and tried to find something to wipe herself with.

"Oh shit," she cursed. She had realized her white T shirt had gotten wet somewhere in the steamy shuffle.

"Take my dress," I suggested, pointing to the corner, still lying on the ground. She looked at me, puzzled.

"Are you sure?"

"Ya, just tell the girl at the front counter to send me the next order." This was sort of a code for Molly to bring me some things.

"If you say so."

Jenny put the dress on quickly then she picked up her panties and laid them across my stomach with a wink. Then she opened the door slightly, checked if anyone was nearby, and left, shutting the door behind her.

I never saw her again.

A couple minutes passed and Molly entered the room carrying some fresh sheets(which weren't really needed this time), wet and dry towels, a plastic bag, a pair of panties, and another dress identical to the one I was wearing earlier. She saw me, now sitting up, completely naked with pussy juice all over my face, inner thighs and mound, and her jaw dropped.

"Woah...did you two just all out fuck?" she wondered looking amazed. Again, I didn't like the way she phrased it. It sounded so crude. But I just smiled.

"I'll tell you everything," I said, standing up, "just clean me up first sweetie." She smiled wildly. I usually don't tell her about my exploits.

Molly laid all her items next to me, picked up a towel and proceeded to clean me from head to toe in silence. She stared at whatever part of me she was cleaning up while she did, and blushed crimson red. It was so cute. I looked at her the whole time but she wouldn't make eye contact during the cleaning. When she was done I put the new dress, which was identical to the one I had been wearing, on and she sat down against the mirror opposite the door. I stayed standing, but leaned up against the wall adjacent to her. I stood there for a long time, thinking, without saying anything. Molly just stared at my legs.

"Molly I haven't been completely honest with you."

"What do you mean?"

I told her what I really do.. Which is just about everything. You'd be hard pressed to find something I haven't done in that room. . I had come to the decision to tell her just then, in order to ease the burden on my conscience

"Ya I guess I sort of guessed as much," she confessed when I was finished, "you end up naked A LOT, haha. Now can I hear what happened?"

"Sure. Thanks for being so understanding."

Molly was wearing a black skirt with frayed edges that came up to her knees when she sat down, and as I told her what had happened with Jenny she started rubbing her knees together. I knew she would want to have masturbated right there, but Molly was very respectful around me, so she wouldn't dare. When I was done she handed me one of the undergarments she had brought, and switched hers(which had become quite wet) with the other one. She always thought ahead.

She put her wet panties and Jenny's jeans and shirt in the bag. She wasn't allowed to take my panties or the customers panties anymore. I had found out she was taking them for herself instead of disposing of them like she was supposed to. I had no idea what she had been doing with them but I had stopped trusting her with them

"Hold on." I said right before she opened the door. I walked over to her and placed both Jenny's and my panties in her bag. It was sort of a thank you for being so understanding.

"But you have to tell me what you do with them." She smiled with glee, nodded, and left. Molly was definitely the kinkiest girl I had ever met. She rarely had sex, but she masturbated in some very creative ways. And when she does have sex, it's reportedly some pretty freaky, but hot, stuff. Because of this I knew she would could find something to do with those.

Molly left and sent me another customer in a few minutes.

The new customer ended up being married and I was pretty satisfied for the time being anyway. She took a full hour just trying on dress after dress.

The clock then hit 12:30 which is when the changing room staff takes there 10 minute lunch break. Everyone usually heads to the back where there is a table set up,, but I usually go talk to Molly.

"Hey dear," I greeted her, taking a seat on the stool next to her behind the counter.

"Hey. No lunch?" she asked.

"No, I'll eat later." The staff was allowed two 25 minute breaks throughout the day, which is quite long but no more than two people out of the eleven of us can be on break at the same time. Every morning we all had to sign up ahead of time for when we wanted these breaks, but I didn't really care because Molly only sends me people when I ok her to, so I could take a break whenever.

"Good." She smiled. She looked around. No one was in earshot, and the only people who could see us were a good distance away, and couldn't even see below our stomachs due to the counter. "I can tell you what I did with the panties."

"Wow you already used them?" I asked, surprised.

"Well I didn't want them to dry out!"

I laughed, "You are one naughty little redhead you know that?" That made her blush hard. "Ok, regale me, but you have to tell the story in vivid detail."

"Ok. So my break was scheduled for few minutes after your little fuck-fest with that super hottie Jenny. I put the panties you gave me in my purse, went to the bathroom and into the last stall. Aren't you glad our bathrooms are so clean?" This was true. Our bathrooms were maintained to a very high standard. The floors were pink marble and the walls were a sepia wallpaper. It was like a five-star hotel bathroom.

"Anyways I took off my skirt and panties and hung them on the hook on the back of the door. I sat on the toilet, completely unbuttoned and opened up my blouse but kept in on my arms and shoulders, unclasped my front hook bra, and pulled out both the panties."

"They were both pretty significantly soaked. I didn't waste any time. I started rubbing Jenny's black panties on my tits with my left hand."

"How did that feel?" I asked.

"Really good. The bathroom was cold so my nipples were already hard, and the lace felt good against them. As I did that, I took your panties and started stuffing them into my pussy."

This surprised me. I had seen Molly's pussy before. Like mine it looked fresh and was tight. Most lesbians' mounds stay looking like this for a while, since they aren't invaded by large objects very often.

Molly saw my surprise and said, "It actually felt great, and since they were already so wet they easily slid in me. Once they were all the way in I started rubbing my pussy lips and clit, but I realized my moaning would be a problem, even though there wasn't anyone in the bathroom at that moment, so I took Jenny's panties and shoved them in my mouth to muffle my cries. I wish I could have gotten in on that girl, she tasted great. Sorta like cinnamon."

I laughed out loud at Molly's similar reaction to Jenny's flavoring.

"Then I started rubbing myself again, very slowly, building towards my orgasm. Someone walked in, so I closed my mouth fully and took long draws on the fabric in my mouth as I continued to rub."

"As my orgasm approached I rubbed harder, but I never fingered myself. I plucked your panties out of me and the lace caressing my insides and my lips felt incredible. I rubbed your underwear vigorously against my lips and clit, and sucked on Jenny's."

"Soon after that I came all over your panties and continued to rub myself with them all the way through. Then, right when my climax was over and I was slowly falling back into normalcy, I pulled Jenny's undies out of my mouth and shoved yours in, sucking and gagging on them." 

"It was quite the break."

The staff started to come back.

"You are one very kinky girl." I teased her. Then I leaned in close to her ear and whispered slowly, "but very sexy."

She blushed again, which, admittedly, was my goal. As I left I pretended to drop something and bent over to give her a good showing of my ass. For the second time that day she had gone above and beyond what I had expected, so I figured I would reward her. 

I decided to grab a couple of stools from the back room and took them back with me to room 10.

Let me take this time to explain another modification in my favorite room in the world, the wall cuffs. The wall cuffs are very cushiony cuffs(as in handcuffs, but these don't have metal) attached to a heavy duty string. They are located on the mirror wall opposite to the door, in the top left and right corners. There, small panels open to reveal said cuffs. The cuffs can come down, and the string length can be adjusted to any length to accommodate any height, and basically keeps the person they were put on fastened to the wall, with their hands up against it and their bodies a few inches way.

One of the common ways it is used is for someone to be cuffed with their face towards the mirror and the backs towards the other people in the room. From here the cuffed individual, with their hands on the wall, would extend their ass out for the other person to...well, a number of things happened from here.

Anyways, I texted Molly to send me some more customers. I had gotten a little hot from her story so I was ready for some more action, no matter what kind, but it was a dull few hours compared to the morning. At around 3:00 I had this lovely goth girl on my lap making out with me, but that was all she wanted as she left looking visibly confused.

About half an hour later I was giving this new mom( her kid was 10 months old) a shoulder massage which I slowly extended to her breasts that had her baby had been chewing up, but she also stopped me short of getting anywhere major, and left.

This wasn't uncommon, people wanting me to stop early on. Lots of times they come back, deciding they had spoken to soon, and we start up right where we had left off.

At about 4:05 though, things picked up.

I got a text form Molly that read, "Clean; Hot slut alert! ;)". I opened my door to find a cute little Latin girl dressed very scandalously. On top she had a fur jacket(which was odd considering it was July) that came down to the top of her pierced naval. You could see her G-string poking out of the top of her super tight denim cutoffs that put her legs on full display.

"Hey," she said casually as she walked in, "so my bitch mom wants me to try on my little sister's Quinceanera dress for her cause the freaky little runt is my height (for those of you who don't know, a Quinceanera is a Latin celebration for when a girl turns 15).

She zipped open her jacket to reveal she was wearing nothing underneath and let it fall to the ground. She obviously wasn't very shy. Everything about the girl could be described as 'cute little'. Her breasts, her ass, her face, hell, her whole body, all five feet two inches of her. 

She looked around, and realized the dress wasn't there, but before she could ask I chimed in,

"Your dress should be here soon miss, the girl you met at the front desk is getting it.

Behind my back I texted Molly, who usually fetches specialty items like this, to take 10 minutes retrieving the dress. This girl wasn't exactly the nicest person in the world, but I still wanted my face between her legs, and for that I needed some time.

"Uch," she responded, "call me Paula."

We chatted for the next few minutes. We bonded over our strained relationships with our mothers, though in reality I have a very good relationship with my mother. The whole time she just sat on one of the stools I brought in, swaying her legs with no top on. I saw her nipples had gotten hard from the cool air but she didn't seem to care.

I learned that she was 21 and was about to go into her last year of college.

"So," she stared during an awkward silence that had developed, "you ever like, sneak a guy in hear and suck him off or something." I laughed as there was a knock on the door. I could tell from the knock that it was Molly.

I opened it and she handed me a dress, which was huge and looked like it had been ripped right out of Cinderella.

"No," I answered, closing the door, "I don't think blowing some guy would score me points with my boss." She laughed. I hated talking so crudely but seeing Molly had reminded me of the story she had told me a few hours ago, which got me a little hot and bothered all over again, so now I was intent on landing Paula.

She undressed and I got a look at her pussy. It was a nice mound, with the bushed waxed into a landing strip, but the lips did jut out a bit, showing it had been through significant experience.

We started the long process of putting the dress on, which was made harder by her lack of a bra and decision not to wear panties (not that the G-string would have helped much anyway).

"Well if I worked here," she continued, "I would do that all the time."

Now that she had brought it up we started talking about her sex life. As I suspected she was quite experienced. The conversation moved to things she was into sexually.

"Do you like to getting your pussy licked?" I inquired.

"Who doesn't? The only problem is, most guys don't know jack shit about licking a pussy. We could both do a better job than any guy at my school." This was right when we finally got her in her dress. It was huge and the skirt portion encompassed a wide area around her.

I had realized a while back how to get to Paula. It was just to be blunt and straight forward. The girl loved sex, she should be open to new things.

"Ya I definitely eat pussy better than any guys at your school."

Her eyes widened a bit. She was facing the mirror on the door and I was standing right behind her. She looked at me through the mirror.

"Are you saying you've licked pussy before?" she giggled.

I grabbed a stool and walked to the other end of the room and placed it right in front of the mirror opposite where she was standing. 

"How about," I said, walking back to her, "you take a seat over here," I held her hand and walked her to the stool, "and in a few minutes," I sat her down on the stool so that her bare ass was on the stool and the dress surrounded it, making it disappear, "you tell me."

I opened the wall cuff panels above her and brought them down to her level. Since the dress put a couple of feet away from the mirror, I couldn't actually cuff her in, nor did I want to.

"Hold onto these, oh and don't worry, the room is soundproof," I told her. She grabbed the cuffs, giving me a half smile, still not believing what was happening. I got on my knees in front of her and lifted up her dress, crawling inside to the point where if someone had entered right then, I would be completely hidden from the eye.

I couldn't see a thing under her dress but I easily found her mound. This was going to be different then with Jenny. There had been no lead up. I had to get her excited first, and then get her to come. I gave her my signature, two licks on the thighs and kiss, and I heard her exhale deeply. I paused for a few seconds and then started

I gave her a few long licks from the base to the clit to get a taste (she tasted like oranges by the way). Then I pressed my lips against her lips and stuck my tongue inside like I was making out with it.

"MMMMMMMMM..." I hear her moan. I could already tell she was going to be a noisy one.

I started getting a bit faster with her. After some random licking I flattened my tongue up against the outside of her lips, then pointed it, stuck it inside, licked it up as far as I could, and then flattened it against her clit. My hair started falling in front of my face.

"Oh my god, you're making me so fucking wet." she moaned, much louder. She was right. She had gotten very wet very fast, and some of her tangy juices were starting to overflow onto my face and get on my hair, which I had to flip back.

"OH it feels SO fucking good baby!"

I already knew how I was going to go about my onslaught of her mound. I would start licking her upwards, starting from high up on her pussy lips, and sucking and licking her clit when I got to it. Then I would repeat the same thing but start from a little lower on her lips each time, gradually getting faster, deeper, and more aggressive. 




Changing Room Diaries Ch. 01



The problem was, I usually do my best pussy licking when I myself am excited. And while eating Paula was great, I couldn't even see the pussy I was licking. So I started thinking about Molly's story, but this time I really imagined every detail in my head. It got to be a pattern. As I licked I would think of a part of Molly's story, and Paula would yell out, truly testing the limits of the soundproofed walls

I thought of Molly rubbing her breasts with Jenny's panties.

"YA, lick that fucking pussy!"

Molly stuffing my panties into her sex.

"Uh-huh, eat that fucking pussy baby, I know you love it."

Molly cramming Jenny's underwear in her mouth.

"OH YEAH! Just like that!"

Molly rubbing her pussy.

"Oh god baby, right there. Right fucking there!"

Molly moaning and sucking onto the fabric in her mouth.

"Oh I'm gonna come, I'm gonna fucking come, I'm gonna fucking come!"

Molly pulling my panties out of her as she is approaching her orgasm.

"OOOOHHH, I'M COMING, I'M COMING, I'M COMING!"

Molly coming onto my panties.

I stayed buried in Paula's mound for a few seconds after she was done. Then I made my way out of Paula's dress and stood behind her. She let go of the cuffs and relaxed against me. After a few moments of silence, she got up and we got her back in her normal clothes. She didn't kiss me or anything, or even try to reciprocate what she had gotten. She simply got dressed, opened the door, and right before she was about to leave she looked at me, my blonde hair and face still stained with her juices, and said,

"Until next time." I didn't know it then but 'next time' was going to be the next day.

She closed the door and left. I fixed myself up, wiping my face with a towel from my hidden compartment. I wasn't very wet but I had gotten pretty hot from eating out Paula, and now I craved a release. 

There was a knock at the door, which startled me, so I opened it up to see a short, beautiful young Asian girl holding a huge pile of clothes.

"Umm, hi, I was told to come here," she said shyly. I looked to my right and glared at Molly, but she just smiled at me. What was wrong with her? I hadn't ok'ed another customer. Then I noticed that the young woman was holding a balloon that read 'Happy 18th!'. Molly had just sent me an 18 year-old birthday girl! I had always wanted one of these and she knew it. She was really on her game today.

"Yes, come in," I greeted her as she walked in awkwardly. The girl, who's name was Demi as I later found out, was very pretty. She had big, beautiful eyes, a deep tan like mine, and mid-length straight jet black hair. As I later confirmed, I guessed one of her parents was from an oriental country, and the other was European (German, it turned out to be). Her breasts seemed nice enough (32B) but as she walked in I found out where she really shined.

Most people have a different definition of the perfect ass. Some say that the bigger, the better. Others, like myself, have a mental image in their mind of the perfect rear end, and as Demi walked in, I saw that picture become reality. It's hard to describe what made her's so perfect; I guess it's just sort of the way it was proportioned. Just imagine for yourself the perfect butt, that's what Demi had.

As she entered my mouth literally fell open a little bit. She turned around and asked me,

"So are you going to be staying in here?"

"Yes, I'm here to assist you with whatever you need, and make recommendations based on your taste...happy birthday by the way."

"Oh ok, that's cool I guess, and thanks."

For the next 20 or so minutes we made small talk while she tried on a variety of clothing. She was basically Paula's opposite. While Paula was more of a rich, daddy's little girl, Demi was more middle to low class. Her friends had scrapped together some money for her to get some new clothes for her college wardrobe. She was very kind and insisted on not taking much help when getting into harder to fit clothing.

I couldn't help but gawk as she took of the jeans for the first time. She was wearing very simple pink cotton panties that you could see through if you looked very hard, which I didn't got the chance to. I continued to monitor her butt's every movement with my peripherals, never completely losing it from my sight. I was becoming a little obsessed with it, and after Molly's story, and eating out Paula, this was just heightening my desire.

As time went on our conversation got deeper. We talked about family and how both of us had lost our fathers, which seemed to help us bond. Her mother had raised Demi and her adoptive sister Lily on her own since Demi was eight.

We progressed out of the serious subject matter and kept talking playfully, as if we had been friends for a long time. Then she reached her last piece of clothing. Bright yellow silk pajamas.

"Uh-oh." I thought. I had concluded a while back that I wouldn't touch Demi. She seemed like one of the most innocent and sweet girls I had ever met, so much so I wouldn't have been surprised if she was a virgin. But now she was going to try on pajamas, which was a problem.

The only fetish, or maybe it's not even a fetish but just something I'm into, that I have and consider a little odd is my love of pajamas. The particular ones Demi had were the kind that were full pants and a button down long sleeve shirt. I loved how when women wore these, though you couldn't see much, the pants are tight around the ass, and the breasts(that were usually braless) protrude outwards so that the shirt doesn't really touch the stomach if you're standing up.

Demi, kept her bra and panties where they were as she tried on the silk. I was screaming in my head not to do anything, though I wanted to run up and throw my hands down her pants.

"What do you think?" she asked looking at herself in the mirror opposite the door once they were on.

"V-very nice." I stammered. Very nice?! Ok her top half could be described as very nice, but her bottom half was breathtaking. Remember, to me, this was one of the, if not the, greatest asses I had ever seen.

"Hmm, I think I'll pass on these." She held the sides of the and bent over to pull them down, giving me a perfect view of her precious behind.

I snapped.

Something in me, for some reason, couldn't take it anymore. Maybe it was because I was a little sexually frustrated from Paula, maybe because I wanted to give this girl pleasure since she seemed so kind, or maybe, probably, I was just being selfish and just wanted to get my hands on that ass.

I walked forward briskly towards her. She was coming back up after pulling the pants down, but they were still around her ankles. We made eye contact for a split second through the mirror she was facing and then, with her shoulders, I pressed her up against said mirror, harder than I intended to. I squashed my body against her back, which was still covered by her shirt, and grabbed her hands, putting them up against the wall.

"Hey what are you doing?!" she yelled. She tried to push back against me but I was stronger than her and maintained my position on the wall. She tried to kick out put the pants she had just pulled down were restricting her range of movement. I pulled the wall cuffs down, and unlike with Paula, I managed to use them for their proper purpose, keeping Demi's palm's comfortably against the wall.

"Where did these come from? What are you going to do to me? Eve! What are you doing?!"

I wasn't listening. I had backed away a few steps, staring down at her perfect curve. The cuffs placed her so that she had to stick her ass out to stay comfortable.

I moved back up close to her, pressing my breasts against her back and placing my head on her left shoulder. She looked at me in the mirror, wide eyed and speechless. Then, finally, I grabbed her panty covered cheeks.

I sighed softly when my hands made contact. It was, as I've said many times, perfect. Just like a great pair of breasts, her butt cheeks were firm but still had a considerable 'jiggle factor'. Demi was yelling at me, or for someone to help her, I honestly couldn't tell you. I was transfixed.

I caressed, squeezed, kneaded, poked, prodded, lifted, pushed and pulled on her ass. It was so mesmerizing. Suddenly, Demi yelled out,

"RAPE!"

Ugh, That was such an ugly word. Plus, that wasn't even what I was doing. I had no intention of going all the way with Demi. I had a plan to see if she wanted to, even if she wouldn't say so, which I know doesn't make much sense, but it will. Also, I would never completely take advantage of such a sweet girl, even if she did keep yelling rape.

I backed away and found a scarf which I tied around her mouth so that she could still make noise, but couldn't say words. This was pretty selfish of me and I still feel bad about it. I blame it on her ass, that thing was hypnotizing.

She started to cry which made me feel even worse, but I had to keep going. I gently licked some of the tears up off her cheeks as they rolled down, which surprised her so much she stopped making noise all together. I stroked some of the hair out of her face as to calm her down.

"I won't hurt you." I whispered, and with that I got down on my knees, with her ass in my face.

I gave both her butt cheeks good solid licks, panties and all, starting from her upper thigh, and ending when I hit her pajama top. I repeated this a few more times while Demi just stood there, silent.

I bunched up the bottom of her panties and squeezed some fabric into her crack, basically giving her a mild wedgie, to reveal some more skin. I gave the newly uncovered areas some kisses, bites, licks, then mixtures of all three. 

When I looked up to Demi's face I saw that she was biting down on the scarf, with her eyes closed. It looked like she was holding back a moan, which made me smile. Finally, after about five minutes on my knees, I stopped my oral ravishment.

I stood up and placed my hand insider her panties. With one finger I gently went down her ass crack, and back up the other end until I hit her pussy. It was wet.

I removed the scarft from her mouth, and asked her, "Do you want me to keep going."

"No," she responded quickly and quietly.

I removed my hand from her panties and placed the finger that had touched her mound in my mouth. Demi tasted like a sweet lemon.

"Are you sure? You're quite wet."

"Please just let me go," she pleaded, not acknowledging her body's arousal. 

I sighed and unhooked her cuffs Like I said, I wasn't going to go all the way, she was just too sweet of a peron. She got back into her original clothing lightning fast and jetted out of the room, leaving all the clothes she wanted to buy behind.

I was sad to see her go, but mainly I was craving some kind of release. I rarely ever masturbate and didn't want to at this point.

So, even though she had already done her monthly duty, I texted Molly to come to room 10.

She opened the door to see me lying on the ground, my dress still on, but my legs open with no panties. She was smiled, blushed, and stared at my pussy. There were a couple rules for when Molly ate me out. The first was that she had to be naked, which she promptly became within seconds of entering the door. The others were that she couldn't do anything besides eat me out(meaning no fingers, no rubbing herself, no kissing afterwards, etc.)

Molly lay down on her stomach and went straight to lapping at my mound. She was pretty good for someone that has had such little experience. The first time she had tried on me was only her second attempt at orally pleasing a woman, and I had to teach her as she went and fake my orgasm to not hurt her feelings. I still had never come for real when she was the one trying to make me.

Now though, she had gotten better. For about two minutes she explored my lips as I gave out these sort of half moans half exhales. Then she started sucking my clit the way I had shown her and I started moaning for real. I looked down to see the Molly's fire red hair, her eyes fixated on my lower regions.

As she continued I pulled my dress off over my head, which was another special treat for her considering it was now the first time she had gone down on me while I was completely naked. She finally looked up to see me, moaning and squeezing my own breasts and nipples. I closed my eyes and thought about licking Paula, and Demi's perfect butt, and finally, for the first time because of Molly, I came, thinking about my young college student customers.

Molly knew not to stay afterwards, so she got ready quickly and left. I felt like sleeping right there on the carpet. Too bad it was closing time.

As I walked to my car at the end of the day, I thought about what the future held in store, mainly in regards to Demi. Little did I know that my life was about to get a whole lot more fun, and a whole lot more complicated. I didn't know about the submissive/dominating fun I would be having with various people. I didn't know that, in my near future, I would be spending time in one of the condos in the complex a block away. And I definitely didn't know how my personal life would soon shake up.

But, at the time, I just thought about Demi and if I would ever see her again.

I did.



Changing Room Diaries Ch. 02



Author's Note: I'd just like to say thank you to everyone who wrote me and game me the great feedback and compliments after my first chapter. If you haven't read the first chapter I highly recommend you do so before reading this one mainly because this chapter will make much more sense that way.

Introduction

Hey there, Eve again. This chapter takes place about 5 months after the first. Let's get started. 

Chapter 2: A Frustrating Day

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, but there was no way I was going to answer it. If my phone was waking me up and not my alarm clock it means only one thing, I'm late.

I'm always late. I don't know what exactly is wrong with me but I can't remember the last time I've been on time to work, and that day, a Friday in November, I was especially late.

About an hour after I woke up(I live about 20 minutes away) I walked into Ms. Raquel's two hours after opening to see Ms. Raquel herself, talking to Molly. When I passed by, Ms. Raquel turned and walked away, not seeming to notice me.

I wish she had. As I said before, given the circumstances of my job I almost never masturbate, but on those few occasions when I do, Ms. Raquel is usually on my mind. She is truly a thing of wonder. Her golden hair is almost always full and wavy, much like her incredible body, which was almost always put into a tight fitting dress that showed off her serious curves. Usually the dress showed no cleavage, but rather outlined her lovely bust which I estimated at some sort of D cup. Her skin is lightly tanned, her eyes blue, and her legs long. I could talk about her all day.

"What was that all about?" I inquired

"Oh umm," Molly thought for a second as she pulled her beautiful straight red hair behind her ear, out of her face. "She was just sort of checking in on me."

"Why?" I asked, puzzled.

"Beats me." She said. She looked a little off. Like something was on her mind.

"Anyways," she began anew, smiling at me, "You're seriously late, Paula's been here for twenty minutes. Oh and she has a surprise for you today."

Paula, a rather, umm, sexually experienced college senior had been coming into Ms. Raquel's for the last five months every Monday and Friday, and, in the process, had become one of my own and the store's best customers.

As I slid open the door to changing room 10, and was about to apologize to Paula, but then I saw my surprise.

Inside the room, in the back left corner, sat Paula in the same high stool on which I first went down on her. She was wearing a heavy, dark brown fur coat that came down to her mid thigh and some fur boots. I assumed that she was wearing nothing underneath. This wasn't what surprised me though. Paula was always dressed scandalously. What surprised me was that there a pretty blonde in the room standing next to her.

The blonde, who looked about Paula's age, had a shy domineer about her. She stood next to the Paula, looking down at her feet holding her hands together in front of her. She was dressed conservatively, in a semi-tight red sweater that showed some cleavage(but was covered with a plaid scarf) and a gray skirt that came down too her knees with panty hose that covered, from what I could see in the mirror, was a nice, wide butt. She had hazel eyes with, plump cheeks, and a cute, slightly pointed, nose. Unlike Ms. Raquel's or mine, this girl's hair was platinum blonde and was held back with a headband. Overall she exuded, not an innocent look, but a very shy one.

"Hey Eve!" Paula practically yelled. As she jumped off her stool her coat popped open, revealing nothing but a thong underneath. She gave me a tight hug. Though Paula and I didn't really talk much, our relationship was pleasant.

The other girl didn't move at all.

She let me go and began to explain. "Eve this is Brenda. Brenda this is Eve."

"Hi Brenda," I said pleasantly, snapping out of the slight shock I was in. I still wasn't sure what was going on.

"Hello," she replied in a very soft voice. I barely notice her English accent.

"You must be confused Eve," Paula began, "so here's the basic story. Brenda is my new roommate, but she doesn't lick pussy very well, so you're going to have to teach her."

Brenda looked at Paula wide eyed. I was taken aback with surprise. Paula just giggled and continued.

"C'mon Eve. You're the best pussy licker in the world for all I know, and Brenda sucks at it, we've tried it." Brenda looked down, her face red with embarrassment.

"Paula dear," I said calmly, getting a grip on the situation, "slow down and explain the situation to me in detail please."

"Oh right, hehe," she giggled scratching the back of her head, "I guess this is all pretty sudden huh? Well you don't need to really worry on the how or anything, just know that she's not here against her will or anything like that, she's just a bit shy." 

I approached Brenda, whose eyes, though they seemed fixated on her shoes, came up a few times to look at my body. I was wearing a simple tight white T-shirt that showed no cleavage but were pressed firmly around my ample bust along with some tight sky blue jeans (it was casual Friday).

"Is that true Brenda? Are you two friends?" She just nodded.

"Ugh! Eve! I promise we're just having fun! You're way to nice sometimes, you know that? Try not to take offense to the way she acts, she's shy around new people but she's really fun once you get to know her."

"Hmm, ok," I concluded, shrugging and walking back to Paula, "I guess we should just get started."

I gently grabbed the back of Paula's coat and guided it to her feet, leaving her nude except for her black thong and boots.

"Oh by the way," Paula started explaining as I laid some clean sheets on the ground, "we have a class in about an hour, so there's no time for any extra fun you might wanna have with your new toy, hehe."

I nodded, acknowledging her statement, and then gestured for her to lie down and get comfortable. She did so in a flash, lying with her head near the door and throwing off her underwear in the process.

I then took walked to the other side of the room and took Brenda's hand in mine. She looked at me a bit startled. I just smiled and walked her to her roommate. When we reached Paula's open legs I went to my knees and Brenda followed suit.

"Now Brenda," I began instructing, "all you need to do is watch carefully. When I tell you it's your turn, try to copy what I did exactly. Over time you'll develop your own style but for now, mirror me. Understand?"Again, she just nodded. "Good, try to get a good view."

With that, I set to work. I tied my hair back into a pony tail and laid down flat on my stomach with Paula's pussy staring in my face. To my surprise it was already wet. I looked at Brenda, the eye contact making her blush. I gave Paula my signature, a lick to each thigh and a kiss on the lips(not her mouth) and dove in.

I don't know if you remember, but Paula has the mouth of a porn star, and this time was no exception.

"Awww, FUCK!" she groaned slowly as I made first contact, her familiar orangey flavored juices filling my mouth.

I started to stick a finger inside her warm mound.

"Oh god yeah, give me another!" Paula cried, and I complied giver her another finger, my tongue focused on her clit.

"Oh ya like that, keep doing that! I'm gonna come already!"

With that I stopped, completely withdrawing from my task.

"What the fuck?!" Paula yelled, her hand going between her legs, "don't stop!"

I stopped Paula's hand from going to her sex and looked at Brenda, who had been silently watching the whole ordeal.

"You're turn." I stated plainly.

"Oh god, hurry up Brends!" Paula pleaded, using some kind of pet name.

"I...I... I can't." Brenda stammered.

"What the hell do you mean you can't!" Paula screamed.

"I'm no good." she explained.

Ignoring this, I took her hand with the one that wasn't holding Paula from masturbating and guided her between Paula's legs.

"God damnit! Hurry, please!" Paula basically cried, writhing on the ground.

Brenda and I were in kneeling next to each other in front of Paula. I was looking at her face while she stared at Paula. Slowly, I leaned in close to her, pushed her hair back behind her ear and whispered, "Just try it" giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

This seem to do the trick. Brenda bent her had down to Paula's pussy while still on her knees and began to pick up where I left off.

"Oh god yes! C'mon Brends!" Paula moaned anew, as I let go of her hand. "Stick your fingers in that tight pussy! Deeper!"

As she lapped at Paula, I watched for some things Brenda was doing wrong. It only took a few minor adjustments to have her off and running, or rather, licking. 

Of course at this point I had nothing to do as the full figured blonde munched on her roommate. I did want to, as Paula had put it, "play with my new toy" so, as her top half was hunched over and inaccessible, I moved to Brenda's backside, which was hoisted in the air to do her bent over position, and lifted up her skirt to reveal a nice, wide ass. I gave it a playful, but large and firm bite. 

Brenda yelped into Paula, her tongue pressing hard against the Paula's clit and her fingers submerging themselves deeper than before.

"YES! Right there! Keep doing that!" Paula moaned approvingly. Brenda got the idea and started to pump her fingers a little faster and flick and press her tongue with more emphasis. As she did this I sat behind her casually, gently caressing her wide ass. She had one of those butt's that had more jiggle to it than firmness.

Paula didn't exactly explode like when I give her pleasure, but she had a perfectly decent orgasm as Brenda slowed down and got back up on her knees. Paula takes a good amount of time to recover after an orgasm, and usually just lays there for a little while.

As Brenda sat up I gave her a towel that I had used on my own face to wipe up. Even though her skirt had fallen back down to cover her lower half my hand was still under it and rubbing her ass softly.

"Sorry about biting you," I apologized as she wiped herself up.

"Oh, um, no worries," she said with a smile. It looked like I gotten her to soften up a little.

"You can apologize more on Monday," Paula said out of the blue. She got dressed quickly and helped Brenda up. "C'mon Brends were gonna be late for class. By Eve!"

"Wait!" I said, stopping them, "Give me a second." I left the room for 30 seconds and came back with some white cotton panties in my hand. "Here Brenda. Yours are probably pretty wet." She blushed, but took them. "Let's wait outside Paula."

Paula was confused as to why we had to leave the room for Brenda to change but I explained to Paula,

"Like you said she's a shy one. Just give it a little time and she'll learn to be comfortable around us, let her test the water."

"Why don't we just throw her in head first?" she asked. I laughed but I could tell Paula was only slightly kidding, which made me slightly worry for Brenda. 

As if on cue Brenda exited the room and they left.

I stretched for a second and walked over to Molly. She was wearing her long, fire red hair up and had on a shirt very similar to mine except it was bright yellow. She accompanied this with a white skirt that came down to a couple inches above her knee.

The relationship between Molly and I had developed significantly over the last five months. She now goes down on me more often than once a month. It is always upon my request though. She is also now allowed full access to my lower half (legs, ass, asshole, pussy, everything below the waist). Sometimes I like to play some games with her. Nothing that would get us caught or anything, just fun things I usually make up on the fly for us or just her to do. 

For some reason, though, she always stops me before her climax. She says she wants to maintain a sort of student-teacher relationship with me. I don't fully understand, but she's cute so I don't seem to care. 

"Hey," I greeted her plopping on the stool next to her, Molly always stood. The counter for the changing rooms had a view of the store and of all 10 changing rooms that were situated in a line. The granite green counter, when I was standing came up to my belly button and up to Molly's sternum, and was in a corner. The door to get into the space behind the counter was on the changing room side while other side, the side towards the store, was where she helped the customers. No one, at a distance or close up, could see what was going on under the counter.

"Hi she said," pulling the rather large cherry lollipop out of her mouth, "pretty slow day." She was right. It was Friday morning, but the store wasn't as packed as it usually was. "So how'd you like your surprise?"

I told her what happened.

"Oh that's a shame," she lamented, "That girl was super hot."

"Ooh, someone's got a little crush." I teased. She rolled her eyes, "but they'll be back," I explained as she and took a long drag on her lollipop. Suddenly, as they usually do, and idea for a game hit me.

Without a word I moved my stool so I was right next to her. Then, I reached up and grabbed her lollipop out of her hand. 

I gave the candy a few good licks and then, in one quick swing, positioned my hand under her skirt. She was already under a challenge not to wear panties today, so there was no problem there. I started to rub her clit softly with her cherry sucker.

Molly let out a quick moan. She covered her mouth and looked around to make sure no one was noticing. I simply pretended to read a magazine. I slowly brought the lollipop down the length of her pussy lips and back up again, rubbing her clit a second time, this time a little harder. 

Molly's hand's came forward and grabbed the edge of the counter. As she did this I positioned the lollipop and stuck it inside her.

Molly bit down on her lip hard to prevent herself from moaning and leaned forward to take in the foreign object, her breasts pressed up between against the counter. Very slowly, I brought the candy in and out of her. She closed her eyes for a second and then opened them again to keep watch, even though I was doing that already. I brought my thumb up and started massaging her clit with it. This sent her eyes shut and into the back of her head.

Though she wasn't allowed to finish, Molly started swaying slightly, forward and back, to make more aggressive contact. She began to pant softly. Her beautiful porcelain white skin formed beads of sweat. With eyes closed but mouth wide open in a sort of D shaped smile, nothing coming out but soft breaths, she thrust her head down, making her long tied hair come down into her face and around her body.

I started to pump her harder with the lollipop, twisting, pulling, and pushing it inside her, my hand becoming significantly drenched in the process. Molly was Right on the edge. Her pending orgasm had built up to its highest possible level, and right when I felt she was about to explode...

I stopped. 

I pulled the candy out of her, placed it in my own mouth, and removed my hand from her pussy.

Molly shook her head for a second, frustrated with the results of our little game. But she got herself together quickly, and soon, from a passerby's point of view, it had looked like nothing had happened. 

I gestured her to clean my hand. She crouched down, pushing some hair out of her face and behind her ear, and took in each of my fingers individually, cleaning up her own mess. When she finished I returned her lollipop to her and she left for the bathroom. 

Not to boast, but I was quite content with my little game. But it was quite a spectacle to watch so I made a point to grab some spare panties to change into before heading back to changing room 10.

The rest of the morning sort of just lagged on, with nothing very eventful happening along the way. Not to say it was boring though. I love the part of my job I'm actually supposed to be doing.

I was, however, relieved when lunch came around. I had a few customers in a row that were on the rude side, and was glad for the escape.

As I walked towards Molly I could see that her working intently on her laptop, typing like mad on the keyboard. Right before I got in range to see what was on her screen she slammed the computer shut and wrote something down on a sticky note which she placed in her pocket. 

"H-hey," she stuttered nervously.

"Hi," I answered normally. Her behavior was odd but I didn't bring it up as we ate.

When I went back to work I came to the realization of just how tired I was. After about thirty minutes of helping some spoiled four year old get ready for her birthday party, I was ready to tell Molly to stop with the customers and take a nap.

When I opened the door though, I was standing face to face with a huge pair of breasts.

"You are supposed to wait for me to knock," a woman with a distinctly Latin accent said above me.

I backed away and looked up to see an intimidating, and yet very sexy Latina(I would later find out Colombian) woman. She must have been around 40. She was dressed very stylishly, with designer brands for everything from her tight black blouse to her dark grey jeans, and larger hoop earrings. She had a flawless natural tan which worked well with her dark eye shadow, purple lipstick, and long, wavy, sand brown hair.

"Could you move, I don't got all day." She snapped at me, and I stepped to the side allowing her to walk into my changing room.

I admired her body as she did so, her body being the definition of an hourglass figure, with hips that would not quit.

She brought a finger to her ear, activating the Bluetooth headset I hadn't noticed before.

"Sorry Gary, the help around her is incompetent...what do you mean they won't make the deal?! Tell them we've had legal check it thousands of times and it's legit. Tell them I have checked it and I think it's legit. And, most importantly, tell them to stop being such pussies!" But in her accent it sounded more like 'poosies'.

She hung up her phone and threw me our winter catalog out of her purse while making another call. I was transfixed on her body, though, so the catalog literally hit me in the face.

"How about you stop staring at me and fetch me everything in there that's circled." She snapped.

Embarrassed, I left the room to retrieve the items Ms. Vega(as I would soon learn to be her name) had commanded from me. In reality I could have just asked Molly to do it, but I wanted to get out of there.

Three minutes later I returned with a heap of clothing in my arms that ranged from full dresses to lingerie.

I knocked on the door and it slid open, fast as an arrow.

"What the hell took you so long?" she asked me, rhetorically. "No not you Audrey this other bimbo." She explained into her earpiece.

Though she was demanding and her insults were incessant, for some truly unexplainable reason I felt she wasn't all bad. This was and odd feeling, though, as her rudeness and commanding tone never ceased.

"Divide those into three piles," she instructed me, "tops, bottoms, and undergarments...No Audrey, why the hell would I want you to do that? Use your fucking head!"

I removed the stools from the room and brought three simple chairs(wooden, no armrests) to place the clothes on.

I placed them all next to the door and turned my back on Ms. Vega as I began to separate the clothes. As I did so, I could see her start to unbutton her blouse, her already somewhat exposed cleavage spilling out more with each one. She took her blouse off fully and tossed it onto the chair with the tops.

I couldn't help but stare as she removed her bra, letting out beautiful breasts. The thing that stood out about them wasn't their great size, their bikini tan line, or their nipples hardened by the cold air, but rather their shape. They were almost perfectly spherical, and seemed very firm.




Changing Room Diaries Ch. 02



She started to try on bra and top combinations, constantly berating either Audrey (the poor assistant on the other side of the Bluetooth) or me for our slowness and incompetence.

About ten minutes later, she abruptly stopped and left, telling me she would be back in less than an hour, and to leave all her clothes as they were, which was against store policy, but I was still quite tired and just decided to pass the time with Molly. 

"Wow, she sounds like a bitch," Molly said when I told her about Ms. Vega, "but those curves are to die for. You should get your handcuffs ready." She smiled deviously.

"Na, I think I'll pass," I sighed, "I mean, maybe if she comes back again one day, but I'm just exhausted right now. Plus, she caught me."

"What do you mean?"

"I was staring at her body for a second, and she called me out on it."

"So what?" Molly wondered out loud.

"So she might see it coming."

"That might be the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

I laughed in agreement. It was a pretty silly thing to think, but my mind was running on overtime.

"You should rest," Molly advised, "keep your phone next to you and I'll call you when Ms. Bitch-boss comes back."

I cringed a little at Molly's language, but I took her advice and ventured back to room 10 where I laid out some sheets and fashioned a pillow out of some sweaters. As I closed my eyes, for some reason my mind wandered to thought of what Ms. Vega did for a living, because it obviously paid well.

Just as I was about to drift into sweet sleep, my phone jolted me awake.

Without picking it up I put the sheets away and made everything as it was when Ms. Vega had left. I fixed myself up in the mirror and waited for a few seconds, finally hearing a knock at the door.

I opened the door quickly and greeted her, "Hello Ms. Vega. Welcome back."

She all but pushed me aside getting in. She was about to say something and then paused.

"These chairs," she said pointing to the three chairs containing her clothes on the side of the room opposite the door. "They were next to the door when I left."

"Yes Ms. Vega, I moved them to make it easier to enter and exit."

Ms. Vega rolled her eyes and walked to the chairs. She casually dumped out all the tops from the middle chair and sat down.

"I don't feel like trying these on anymore," she explained, "try this on for me." She tossed me a dark red plaid skirt.

"This isn't really my size ma'm. I would be happy to get one that-"

"Just try this one on," she interrupted.

Her abrupt and somewhat harsh tone frightened me a bit, but I did as I was asked.

I casually unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down my jeans, revealing my athletic legs and the spare panties I had retrieved from Molly's counter earlier. They were plain and white, matching my shirt and covered my whole ass, except for the very bottom.

I put the skirt on as she asked. On her it would probably only come down to her mid-thigh, but it reached my down to my knees and actually looked pretty cute when I looked in the mirror.

"Stop looking at yourself and get over here, I need a closer look." Her harsh tone still hadn't subsided.

As I walked towards her, for a split second I saw her look me up and down. Then, just as I got in arms length of her, a devilish smile appeared on her face.

She sprang up from her chair and pulled me in, sitting back down and laying me out on her spread knees so that my hips were on one knee and my breasts were on the other. It all happened so fast, I had no time to do anything about it.

Insticvily, I tried to get up, but she pushed me down with one hand and yanked on my hair with the other to keep me in place.

Without saying a word she let her right hand, the hand not in my hair to venture to my newly adorned skirt, and lift it up to reveal panty covered ass. As soon as it had been uncovered, WHACK, straight to my left butt cheek, the one closest to her.

I yelped at the sudden contact. The pain wasn't too bad, and I could tell she had held back significantly.

Ms. Vega laughed. I could see her clearly through the opposite mirror on the door.

"You need to learn not to disobey me when I tell you something."

WHACK. This time a little harder, but I held in my yelps, and tried to break free again. Looking back, I'm not sure why I would have done this. The situation was basically getting the perfect customer in my line of work, but I did try, and she gave my hair another pull and my ass three more spankings, still all on the left cheek.

"Stop moving!" she yelled. WHACK.

The tall woman took my panties and bunched up, giving me a wedge and revealing the rest of my ass. She grazed my thighs and butt with her long manicured fingernails gently, running them up and down slowly. This, in sharp contrast to her spanks, was soothing. There was something therapeutic and relaxing about it...

WHACK. She hit me again, now finally on the right cheek, breaking the sweet sensation. She pulled my panties out of my butt crack and slid them down to my mid-thigh.

"And never second guess me!" she exclaimed harshly.

She let go of my hair and used both hands to smack both my cheeks harder than she had before. She continued smacking me until I lost count. I began to let out yells, cries, and possibly even moans.

She finally stopped and pulled my cheeks apart, getting a good view of my private regions.

"You little whore. You're wet..."

I hadn't realized it but I was. I'm usually not into spanking, or domination in general, but something about Ms. Vega was definitely getting me aroused.

She hooked her arm between my legs and under me to touch her right index finger to my clit very gently. Then she pressed down slightly and moved the finger up the length of my pussy. Once she reached the end she repeated the process a few more times and placed the finger in her mouth.

"Mmmm," she moaned, approving of the taste. 

She brought her hand back down to repeat the process yet again, but this time she didn't stop with the length of my sex and continued to my rear hole, where she slowly began to insert her finger to the second knuckle in and out a few times, but stopped before I could get into it.

WHACK. She gave me one more smack before grabbing my hair and forcing me to my feet. She stood up as well and slammed me against the wall, making me scream again. Mid way through my outcry, she kissed me, if you could call it that. She more just took my whole mouth into hers and sucked on it. It was sloppy and aggressive.

She released my mouth from her lips only to push down on it with her hand, muffling my cries and keeping me pinned to the wall.

"You're actually a perfectly competent little whore, but it's so sexy to hear you scream." She whispered menacingly; look straight into my fear filled eyes. It was true I was somewhat enjoying what was happening, but I was still scared that this woman would go too far.

She put her hand down from my mouth and pulled my hair, forcing my face up. Out of nowhere, she slowly licked the full length of my face, from the bottom of my right check to my forehead. When she was done she closed her eyes and smacked her lips.

"Here," she said, opening her eyes and handing me a paper out of nowhere, "Follow these instructions exactly. I'll be back Monday" She gave my ass another quick spank and my face another good lick and left, as suddenly as the whole ordeal had begun.

I didn't move for a while. I was in a rare state of shock, trying to wrap my head around what exactly had happened. One thing that I couldn't believe, though, was how frustratingly aroused I was. 

The door swung open and Molly came rushing in within a minute of Ms. Vega's departure. 

"What the hell happened?!" She yelled.

That was a good question. I wasn't sure myself, all I could think about was the burning on my butt...and between my legs. But I managed to get myself to start from the beginning.

I recounted the story to Molly, who tried to ease me onto a seat, but my ass was to sore for that so she fashioned a cozy area for me to lay down using mountains of clothes Ms. Vega had left. It elevated my torso on a slight ramp of clothing, but kept my lower half flat on the ground.

"Stay put," Molly commanded, leaving the room as I finished my story, "I'll be right back".

I took this time to inspect the note I had been left. It read...

"On Monday you must be wearing a long, skin tight, blood red dress. Also you must have handcuffs. Make sure you are completely clean for me everywhere and be completely shaved-Ms. Vega." A generally casual request for me usually, but this situation was much different than usual. 

Molly returned to the room with a bag and a white tube(clearly lotion) with Chinese characters on it.

"Here," she said squeezing a generous amount of lotion into her hands, "this will help."

Molly rubbed her hands together to spread the lotion on her palms. She used her finger tips to flip my skirt up, revealing my red behind and panties slid halfway down my thighs.

Molly expertly started to spread the lotion. I winced a little at first but slowly came to relax against her soft touch and the cool cream.

"That bitch..." Molly whispered under her breath.

Once she was done applying the lotion Molly continued to massage my butt and thighs. She moved her hands on my ass from the bottom up, pushing all the flesh up and then letting it bounce back into place. She spent a while on my rear end, and then started to move down my thighs and legs. She blushed the whole time, almost as red as my ass. I wish i could have enjoyed it as much as I wanted to, but my sexual frustration wanted her to put her hands in the one spot she wasn't, and it was all I could think about.

"Don't worry," she told me while giving me a foot rub, "she'll never get back in here again."

"Actually..." I started.

"Eve! You're not actually thinking of doing what she said are you?!"

"Molly it's ok. We're here to have fun. Trust me, I have everything under control."

"Whatever." She said frustrated with me and left the room, making me once again aware of my wetness and the mistake I had just made in letting the one person who could relieve it leave.

I really wasn't up to any more customers that day. I had to meet some friends for dinner and a powernap would've been perfect. I realized though, I was pretty aroused from all that had transpired through the day, considering I hadn't gotten a release for myself yet. I wished Molly had stayed and taken care of it for me, but still, I focused on trying to get some sleep.

After what had happened, Molly knew not to send me anyone else for the remaining hour and a half left in the day. That's why I was surprised when I heard a knock at the door. My eyes opened slowly and I arose from the oddly comfortable pile of clothes to open the door, slight anger building in my mind towards Molly for sending me a customer. 

My anger dissipated immediately though, as I opened the door and my jaw dropped.

"Demi?" I whispered.

Demi was a sweet little half Asian half German 18 year-old I had met and, somewhat selfishly, taken advantage of five months earlier. I hadn't gone all the way with her; more just dipped my toes in.

She had been one of the most sincerely kind people I had ever met, and I still was harboring feelings of guilt for how I had treated her. Even though at the time I tried to do what I did with as much gentleness and finesse as I could control myself to, it still weighed heavily on my conscience, especially since I had never had the chance to apologize to her after she ran out of changing room 10 that day, without a word.

But there she stood, just as I had seen her last. In fact, I noticed, it was exactly as I had seen her last. All the features that were obviously going to be the same were the same, her small but perky breast, her large dark brown eyes, her long, straight, jet black hair, but everything else was the same too. She wore the same pink shirt, the same jeans, even the same necklace (a thin chain with a heart). The only difference was that she held only a single bag, whereas on her first visit she held a large pile of clothes.

"H-hi..." Demi stammered, looking down at her feet, "may I come in?"

"Of course," I said a big goofy grin on my face.

Demi walked in and I witnessed a truly breathtaking sight for the second time. Demi, as I've said before, had the perfect ass. Well at least it was perfect to me. Go ahead and imagine the perfect butt, that's what Demi had.

"Don't say anything," Demi stated somewhat sternly, turning to face me as I slid the door shut. I could tell she was trying to be assertive, but she hadn't had much practice, making it hard not to laugh.

Without a word Demi reached into the bag and pulled out the same yellow pajamas she had worn to send me over the edge the last time we had met. She quickly changed into them, doing her best to cover herself up as she stripped to her undergarments. Though she had a nice tan like my own, I could still see her blush like Molly always does. It was adorable. 

I sat on my stool near the door and watched this unfold. The whole day so far had been one long tease, and this wasn't exactly helping. I could feel, for the third time today, my fresh panties becoming slightly wet. I had to rub my knees together to compose myself. 

"What made you decide to come back?" I asked, not being able to take the suspense any longer.

Demi was just buttoning the final button on her pajama top. She looked up at me with big brown eyes and said,

"I've been thinking about it a lot. What happened in here I mean. Mainly about how you pointed out how I had gotten...wet." She had to pause and whisper the word "wet". She truly was innocent. 

"Well, ever since...that day," she continued, "every time I thought about it i would...you know...get wet. And then last night well..." she trailed off without finishing.

"Last night?" I inquired.

"Well last night something happened and I realized I had to come back. I think maybe if you just finish what you started, it'll be out of my system. But I'm not sure if I can go through with it now."

This last part was pretty confusing to me, but I instead of asking her anything else I tried to comfort the visibly puzzled girl. 

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," I assured her, "so what exactly did happen last night?"

"Last night," she whispered, "I thought of you and I...touched myself." 

I smiled, somewhat flattered. "That's completely normal honey." 

"No!" she yelled, but still in a whisper, "I'm awful. I thought of a girl when I did it. And I...I did it backwards."

"Backwards?" I asked.

"Like I was on my stomach..." the college student explained. 

This was definitely not what I needed. The thought of Demi masturbating with her ass up in the air got me even hotter than I already was. I squeezed legs together tight.

"It's ok dear, it's only natural. It just means you prefer to-"

"Know it's not natural!" she yelled, actually in a yell this time. "I'm sick, I'm dirty, I'm...I'm..." she paced around the limited space of the room. She looked so distraught and confused, like a wounded little puppy.

Before Demi could completely break out into tears I hopped off my stool and pulled her in for a tight hug. I didn't mean for there to be anything suggestive about it, and there wasn't, besides the fact that her face landed snugly in my chest. She was surprised by this, but welcomed the embrace, and reciprocated. 

We stood there for a good twenty to thirty seconds before I tried to release her, but she held me close, not letting go. I smiled and rested my chin on the top of her head as I held her. 

Then, slowly but surely, she began to move her head. She moved it gradually to the right, then to the left, as if very slowly nodding 'no'. Then she her swayed head up and down, caressing her right cheek against my breasts. At this point, my third pair of panties had just about served all the purpose they could.

After about a minute of pressing her face on my chest she tilted her head back to look up at me with her big brown eyes. She suddenly became aware of what she was doing and released me from her embrace.

"Sorry..." she whispered.

"Don't be," I smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder.

For the first time that day she smiled back. 

Demi then started to back up to the far wall. When she reached she turned around and I was presented with the same sight as I was five months ago as Demi put her hands on the wall and deliberately jutted her perfect ass out. She turned her neck to look at me,

"No handcuffs this time please." She said sweetly.

Without a word I approached her and laid both my hands flat on her butt cheeks still covered by the silk of the pajamas.

I gave them a light squeeze but stopped myself from going further. I was going to do this right. I bunched her hair and set it over her right shoulder so it came down in front of her about mid way down her torso. This kept her left side(ear, shoulder blade, neck) exposed.

I placed my hands on her hips and pressed myself against her back, pushing a little extra with my chest so she could feel the breasts she seemed to love so much against her back.

Then I began.

I gave the left side of her neck a soft kiss. She inhaled sharply. Then I gave her another. And another, moving down her smooth skin. When I reached the base of her neck I ran my tongue back up and took in her ear lobe. This made her shiver a little. Demi's sounds were similar to mine in these situations as they seemed to build over time. Right now she was simply breathing deeply, almost panting.

While my mouth was preoccupied with her ear, my hands began to roam. Without leaving her body I moved them up her stomach towards her neck. She flinched a little when I ran them over her breasts, but my oral fixation on her ear kept her from doing anything. I made my way to her neck and unbuttoned the top two buttons to her pajama top, sliding it slightly off her left shoulder exposing more skin.

I released her ear and made my way down her neck again, kissing harder and incorporating more tongue at each stop I made. I moved on to her shoulder blade and gave her little bites on the way to her shoulder.

I finally left her for a split second to rip open her top and slide it off of her, leaving her in her bra. Then I slowly removed my clothes to let Demi watch through the mirror. 

I retook my previous position, my bare breasts now pressing against Demi's almost bear back. I flipped her hair to the left side and gave her right ear and right side of her neck the same treatment as the left as I cupped her covered breasts in my palms. She began to whimper a little as I unhooked her bra and guided her arms down and back into their place on the wall to get it off. 

I started to back up a bit, kissing down her spine and making little circles around her hardened nipples with my hand. When I reached the small of her back licked all the way back up the way I came till I reached her neck. I turned her face to the right quickly when I got there and finally gave her a soft kiss on the lips. At the same time I gave her nipples a little pinch making her moan and open her mouth, allowing my tongue to slide into hers effortlessly. 

She accepting my tongue like a pro and started to kiss me back as I massaged her breasts. The awkward positioning got to us quickly, so she turned to face me my hands leaving her breasts. She tentatively raised her hands to touch mine, only to drop them as she made contact. I broke the kiss and grabbed her hands, guiding them to my breasts, showing her it was ok. 

We started to make out again as she played with my breasts like the fascinated teenager she was. Surprisingly to her, I started to suck her tongue, but, like everything else so far, she accepted it with ease. 




Changing Room Diaries Ch. 02



Finally, I allowed my hands to find her ass again. She was sucking my tongue at the time, and released it in surprise when I made contact. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes in a sort of admiring way and smiled. She knew what was coming. 

She turned back around and slid her pants off before taking her position back on the mirror wall, revealing her butt to me in the same navy blue boy shorts she had been wearing last time. 

I wanted to wait, but I couldn't. 

It was just such a perfect ass and I had already considerably teased her and gotten her very hot. Not to mention how incredibly frustrating my day had been. 

These were the excuses I used for immediately yanking down her underwear, dropping to my knees, and attacking.

Her pussy was just as wet as mine, probably more, when my mouth made contact with it. She trembled significantly as I ate her out, her heavy breathing becoming deep audible moans. I licked her up and down, in and out, lips and clit, while I squeezed and caressed the ass the top half of my face was plunged into. 

It didn't take long at all for her orgasm to hit. And it hit hard. She started shaking all over, and movie her ass and legs from side to side. I didn't hold her down though, just moved with her from side to side as she came, my mouth never leaving it's target. 

Finally she calmed down, dropping to her knees in front of me, slowly panting like a worn out puppy. I came up behind her and turned her face to mine to give her a couple of quick kisses, before letting her lay back against me. There was nothing behind me to support myself with so, I managed to turn her around lay her head on my right breast as I lay on the floor. 

We stayed there for a while. Demi catching her breath and me trying not to think about the burning desire between my legs that had been building all day.

I began to just accept that I would not be getting off today. That today was just one of those days that was all give and no take. One of the byproducts of the business. And if I had been lying there with any other girl i would have been right. 

But not Demi.

After about five minutes on the ground Demi turned her body on top of me. Her pussy lying on my left thigh, with her legs on either side. She turned her head to start licking the breasts she had been admiring so much. She took in random patches of flesh and sucked on. She movied on to my left breast and back again, not being able to get enough. It was heavenly.

I'm not sure if she did this next part on purpose, and quite frankly I don't really care, but as she licked from one breast to the other, never leaving her tongue from my body, her left hand ventured down my stomach to my sex. 

Then, at the same time, she started rubbing my pussy with her hand, and sucking my left nipple. 

I moaned out immediately as she did. Demi was a natural. Unlike Molly who, though she is very good now, took months to perfect her love making, Demi knew all the right spots to hit instantly. She rubbed my lips at first, then inserted one finger in and used her thumb press and play with my clit, just how I like it, as she nibbled and licked my nipples. 

I was so lost in my the pleasure, I barely noticed Demi had been grinding her pussy against my thigh the whole time. In the midst of my ecstacty, I managed to lift my leg to give her better contact. She moaned into my breast accordigly. 

I'm not sure how much time passed. It could have been thirty seconds or 30 minutes, but when did have my orgasm, I came hard. The whole day flashed by me as I imagined eating out Paula, the sexy new Brenda, teasing Molly, the domineering Ms. Vega, and, of course, Demi.

As I came my whole body shook, which seemed to add even more pressure onto Demi's grinding mound, and pushed her over the edge to her second orgasm, making her yell into my breasts as she shook on top of me for a good period of time. Eventually though, she settled down. 

Demi immediatly got up, her legs a little wobbly at first, and tried to get dressed. She realized, though, she was a mess. I reached for my phone and texted Molly telling Demi not to worry.

Not a minute later Molly entered with a large bag. Demi was embarrassed immediately and tried to cover herself up. Molly just laughed and handed her a towel, only to laugh more when Demi used it to cover herself up like she was exiting a shower. 

"That's to wipe yourself off sweetie." I showed her, as Molly gave me a towel to visually show Demi what I meant. 

Demi still didn't seem to want to expose herself to the stranger that had entered the room. 

"Here," Molly offered as walked towards the college student and yanked the towel off of Demi's body.

"What're you-" Demi was cut off and started to blush crimson as Molly got on her knees and started to wipe Demi's legs with a damp towel, Demi's previous towel flung over Molly's shoulder. I got cleaned up and dressed, smiling with intrigue as Molly wiped Demi's legs from thigh to foot, Demi just staring at Molly with her brown eyes, suddenly out of place on her bright red face. 

When Molly finished wiping Demi's legs she handed Demi the damp towel to use on her mound and upper body while Molly dried up Demi's legs. 

Molly pulled out some random boy shorts from the bag as she handed Demi the drying towel. She turned her head up to look at Demi, her face mere inches from Demi's bare crotch.

"Hope these fit." she smiled, "sorry if their not your style." She held the panties open next to Demi's feet. Demi stepped into the them.

To Demi's surprise, Molly lifted the undergarment up Demi's leg for her, all the way into place..Molly had always been good with the clients, even if she had been acting oddly today.

"Oh no, there, umm, there nice..." Demi mumbled.

"I'm glad," Molly smiled, standing up. She handed Demi some fresh clothes. "You can go ahead and wear this out. They're mine. I think we're about the same size."

"Oh t-t-thank you." Demi stuttered almost inaudibly. 

"No problem." Molly answered, and left, Demi's eyes never leaving her until the moment she was out of sight.

I burst out laughing once Molly left.

"What's so funny?" Demi asked.

"Nothing..."

Demi looked deep in thought as she dressed into Molly's clothes. 

"So, umm.." she started when she was fully clothed.

"Just come back any time." I told her with a peck on the cheek. She smiled and walked out the door. I watched her ass blatantly as she did, which is sort of embarrassing to admit but hey, it's only human.

Unexpectedly she stopped to talk to Molly for a little while. I giggled at Demi's obvious taking to Molly. 

It was closing time. I locked up changing room 10 and went up to Molly at her counter.

"Sorry about earlier," I began to tell her, "I won't see Ms. Vega again if you don't want me to." I had decided I didn't want to alienate the one person at Ms. Raquel's who knew my secrets, the one person there I could trust. Or at least, as the next conversation made me question, that's what I thought.

"No, I'm sorry," she said before I could say anything, "I know I've been acting weird today it's just...I have to-"

"Don't worry about it honey," I assured her, giving her shoulder a little rub, "you don't have to explain if you don't want to."

"But that's just the thing, I do have to tell you something important, I'm just not sure how to tell you."

"Ok, you're starting to scare me what it is?"

"Well..." Molly took a deep sigh, "you know how Ms. Raquel was talking to me in the morning?"

"Yeah."

"Well, what she was actually telling me that she wants a meeting with you."

"What?" I asked, quite shocked.

"Yeah. It's nothing bad, in fact I'm pretty sure she's gonna make you some kind of offer or something."

"She told you that?"

"Not exactly."

"So how do you know that?"

"Well I might have over heard it somewhere."

"What? I'm confused Molly where could you have overheard that? And why was this so hard to tell me?"

"Well I over heard it when...well when I was at her house."

"What? Why were you at here house?"

The next sentence was the beginning of a lot of change in my life. 

"Well, she's...she's kind of my Mom."

At first, of course, I didn't believe her. Not one bit. I thought it was some kind of, albeit very strange, joke, and I told her so. But Molly began to convince me. 

"Think about it Eve, how could I possibly manage this nice of a job with my record." She was referring to the multiple run ins she had had with the law due to her hacking habit. 

"And I've never talked about my family before."

"Well that's not really a topic we talk about that much..." I started to say, holding my ground but beginning to falter. 

"You're parents are Denise and Gabriel your sister is Michelle and your dog is Sherlock."

"Well you're..." I was dumbfounded at the now apparent fact of how little I knew of Molly's history.

"And if you're still not convinced," she started, rummaging through her purse, "let me ask you something. What's my last name?"

"That's easy its..." I couldn't believe myself. Here I was starting to get angry at Molly for hiding such a thing from me, when I didn't even know her full name! 

To put the nail in the coffin, she showed me her driver's license, which read MOLLY RAQUEL.

"But...why wouldn't you tell me?" I asked.

"If I had approached you as the daughter of the store owner, would you have been as quick to trust me?" The former MIT attendee's logic was undeniable. "I'm so sorry Eve! I'll do anything to-"

"It's fine." I smiled. At first Molly thought I was just ending the conversation, but I really was okay with the news. In fact, my mind had shifted ahead to what my Monday was going to be like. "Just no more secrets okay?"

"You got it!" Molly smiled, relieved, and hugged me.

The next day Molly and I had to help with the repainting of the changing rooms. They were being changed from a maroon to a sort of light navy blue. It was being treated as a sort of team building exercise(though it was obviously just a way to save money considering we worked individually). Afterwards Molly and I stayed late to "finish up some paperwork". In reality, we were prepping for Monday's encounter with Ms. Vega.

"These," Molly said bringing out to tiny metallic tubes, "are the new VEC cameras. They're tiny and easily concealable, so I'll be able to make sure you're alright."

"Molly, we're not filming this, it's-"

"It's just a one time thing," she cut me off as she perched up on her toes to put the cameras in place inside my handcuff compartments, "and they don't film, they simply provide a live feed. No data is stored."

"Well aren't you a cute little geek," I teased coming up behind her, putting my hands on her ass. 

"Umm, Eve..." Molly began, gently getting away from my grasp, "I was thinking about yesterday, how you said no more secrets and I should tell you. I've started seeing someone."

I thought about what she said for a second. Suddenly all the insisting on not letting her climax made sense. 

"It's nothing too serious right now, we're just kinda fooling around, but I don't really feel comfortable with you doing anything major to me in case it does become serious."

I just smiled, giving her a big hug and told her how happy I truly was for her. As we left I declined her offer to reciprocate my attempts, at this point I wasn't really in the mood. My mind was set on Monday, a day that I knew would consist of a return visit with Paula and Brenda, Ms. Vega's second visit, a meeting with Ms. Raquel, and whatever other surprises lay in store for me.



Changing Room Diaries Ch. 03



Author's Note: I'd just like to say thank you to everyone who wrote me after my first two chapters encouraging me to write this third one. It's been a long time coming but it's finally here and I hope it's the best one yet.

If you haven't read the first two chapters I highly recommend it so this chapter will make much more sense. And please, if you have any feedback (critiques, compliments, suggestions, anything) please send it to me or leave a comment, I really love to hear and discuss whatever you have to say. Anyway, let's get started!

Chapter 3: Coincidences

I walked into Ms. Raquel's office. Locked the door behind me. Unbuttoned my blouse. Climbed on her desk. Stared into her eyes. 

Before I knew it I was in front of her desk, my back to her as I proactively inched my thong, the last piece of clothing still remaining on my body, off myself. Suddenly, I became aware of aware of Ms. Vega standing in the corner of the room, and turned myself towards her as I danced on the conveniently placed pole in the middle of the room, an act I had never before undertaken. I turned back around to see a naked Molly on the desk, calling, begging me towards her...

My eyes flew open. 

I was breathing heavily, felt a bit sweaty, and my face was somewhat flushed. That was a heavy dream.

I checked the time. Sunday, six in the morning. 

My meetings with both Ms. Raquel and Ms. Vega were in a little over 24 hours, and, as my dream suggested, I was quite nervous for both of them. More so, though, for Ms. Raquel's. Over the years I had spent working for her I may have said a total of five sentences to her and couldn't remember a situation where I received one back. I'm not sure if it's out of coldness, rudeness, or just plain indifference. I'm not exactly the best at reading people, but even the most intuitive of people would have trouble figuring out Ms. Raquel. She could be a saint or a complete loon, but I expected a positive experience. She must be pretty great to have raised such a smart, talented girl in Molly. 

But there lay the source of my nerves exactly. Molly. The recent revelation that Molly is in fact "Molly Raquel" didn't bode well for me. I wasn't sure how I would react facing the mother of the girl I had been partnering up with to satisfy my customers to the fullest. Had she found out? Was I going to be fired? Or worse?

All these thoughts raced through my mind at a mile a minute, so I decided to head to the gym. I hopped into an orange tank and black shorts quickly, figuring a good workout would clear my head.

The idea worked, but not the way I had intended for it to. Audrey was there.

Audrey was this girl whose name I really had no business knowing. She simply seemed to have a similar workout schedule as me, so I saw her a lot and eventually learned her name. I wasn't complaining though, I would've liked to learn more about her.

At around my height and age, no matter what day she always seemed to be black and white. Her skin was very pale which contrasted sharply with her big black eyes that she accentuated with a fitting amount of eye shadow applied masterfully. Yes, even at the gym. She also always seemed to be wearing a black or white tank that held in her shapely breasts(my fashion conscious mind would guess 34 B) with tight yoga pants.

It was nice eye candy during my sets. But, alas, that's all she was, eye candy, never to be touched or spoken to.

Until that day.

As I was nearing the end of my workout I got some water from the cooler and sat down at the bench beside it, breathing heavily. I stared down at the paper cup of water in my hand, knowing I would have to get up and finish my set once I drank it.

Audrey showed up all of a sudden, taking the seat next to me. She was wearing her usual outfit in all black.

"Hardcore day?" she asked with a smile. She was breathing heavily in her own right though. Her personality seemed, at first impression, very different from her dark outward appearance.

I gave a very quick laugh and managed a quick "yeah" in between my breaths.

"Why? Sunday is supposed to be an easy day for most people," she continued. 

"Well," I explained, still huffing between every few words, "my Mom used to say the week starts the moment you leave church. Guess it stuck...except for the church part."

Audrey laughed, "I'm Audrey," she introduced holding out her hand, "but my friends call me Arey."

I smiled and shook it, "Eve." 

"Ya, I know," she said. I gave her a puzzled look. "Oh sorry, that makes me sound really creepy. I just see you here a lot and heard someone call your name one time. I promise I'm not a stalker."

I laughed again.

"Anyways," she concluded, standing up, "I'm gonna go cool off but I was wondering if you ever wanted to workout with me sometime? Maybe then I could get legs like yours." 

This was a pleasant surprise, though very sudden. "That'd be great," I said, excited.

"Ok great," she practically yelled, "meet here tomorrow around 10 p.m?" We both usually exercise late at night.

"Sounds good. I'll see you then, Audrey."

"Call me Arey," she said as she scampered away towards the showers her hair, jet black and just past shoulder length bouncing lightly behind her. I was so stunned at my good fortune I didn't even finish my workout. 

The rest of the day was quite lazy. I tidied up my apartment, watched a movie, took a nap, I love naps. 

At night I had a few drinks with some friends at my place. My friends Alexis and Mark's 10 anniversary was coming up and I had gotten stuck in charge of planning a party. So we decided to make a night of it but ended up playing some drinking games instead. Well, they drank, and I ended up driving them all home. The only thing we did manage to plan was for me to visit the venue the next day so that I could book it. 

As I drove through the rain on my way home, after having dumped the last of my wasted companions off, I got a call from Tanya. 

Tanya was another changing room assistant at Ms. Raquel's that had just quit after being offered a big job at a fashion company of some kind. Thursday had been her last day. 

Tanya and I were never really close, but we spoke on occasion, so our conversations were pretty comfortable and casual, which why I decided to answer the phone by saying,

"Hey there big shot! What's up?" I get a little strange late at night, and it was about one in the morning.

"Eve! Sorry for calling so late but I'm so glad I caught you. I need a huge favor."

"Sure thing."

"I left my iPod in my changing room on Thursday. Do you think you could grab it for me tomorrow and I could pick it up from your place tomorrow night or something. I have a flight at 7 p.m tomorrow and I really need it."

"I'll definitely do that but, and I'm sorry if this sounds rude, is there any reason you can't get it yourself? I'm pretty sure I remember you living closer to store than my place."

"Ya..." she started sounding uneasy, "I would, but Ms. Raquel and I didn't exactly part ways on the best terms so I really don't want to run into her any time soon." This piece of information didn't exactly help my nerves very much. Tanya was an incredibly polite person, almost annoyingly lady-like. If there was conflict between her and Ms. Raquel it had to be from Ms. Raquel's side. The meeting was making me more and more nervous.

"Tell you what," I said after a slight pause, "I'm actually headed home right now and I'm going to be passing the store. Why don't you come pick it up at my place in the morning or in the store parking lot sometime during the day. It sounds like if you pick it up after you could miss your flight."

"Eve, seriously, thank you! You're a life saver. I'll get it in the morning."

"Come by around 8."

I pulled up to the thankfully empty parking lot of Ms. Raquel's about two minutes later. Thankfully because I was just wearing sweats. Don't get me wrong, I love wearing sweats. They're my usual wear when I'm not at work, but this was laundry day so I wasn't looking my best. My shirt was somewhat see through, my pants were way too tight, and, though I loathe doing this and don't do it often at all, wasn't wearing any panties. It was pretty cold but that never really affects me much.

It took me forever to find the key to the store I was given after my 1st year of work at Ms. Raquel's. This was going to be the first time I used it. 

As I opened the door the first thing I noticed was giggling. 

I quickly connected the dots, though, as I figured out who it was. Molly.

I judged that there were two girls. At first they were giggling, then I heard some light lip smacking and heavy breathing. I remembered how Molly had told me she had started seeing someone and it seemed she had brought her new girl here.

I didn't want to ruin Molly's night, though it might have been somewhat against the law, but I still needed that iPod from changing room 9. I quietly made my way across the store floor towards the changing room's, happy my flip-flops weren't squeaking on the floor. 

Molly's counter, with the line of changing rooms adjacent to it, was empty, and there were no signs of the two. Judging by the noise they seemed to be in the supply room, just behind her counter.

With the coast clear I crept towards changing room 9 and slid the door open slowly to prevent it from making noise. The room was exactly as Tanya had left it, as her replacement hadn't been found yet, and right there on a stool next to the door was the iPod.

I pocketed the device and began to leave when suddenly the giggles of Molly and her mystery girl became clearer. They were opening he supply room door and coming out to Molly's counter, in clear view of me!

I panicked and slid open the changing room door I was closest to, hopping inside. I had almost finished closing the door when I hear the supply room door open and I froze, leaving it slightly open. 

My heart was racing, this was kind of fun. Even though I was totally drenched and I didn't know how long I'd be stuck in that room, but still, fun. Especially with my view.

I had ended up in changing room two and could see the two girls at Molly's counter. I couldn't identify any qualities about the mystery girl except her black hair since her back was to me and she had on this big overcoat. 

Molly though I could see glimpses of when she tilted to the side as the two made out. Her hair, like her companion's, was somewhat damp from the rain. She didn't have a top on and, though her bra was still on, it was pulled down and bunched up under her breasts, exposing them completely. 

By the time I noticed her jean shorts the mystery girl was ripping them off. Molly giggled and continued to kiss the girl, who was about Molly's height, the whole time. 

Once Molly's panties were off, the raven-haired girl hoisted Molly up so she was sitting on the counter. This is where I saw the first distinguishable feature of the mystery girl. Her fingernails were painted black with white polka dots.

Molly got comfortable on the ledge of her counter, her marble legs wide apart. The girl with the polka dot nails looked up at Molly and they smiled, or at least I know Molly smiled, at each other for a second before colliding together for more face sucking. The girl raked her fingers on Molly's breasts, mashing and morphing them in her hands. 

They stopped making out and the girl's head slowly dropped down Molly's body. Molly tilted her head back against the wall in relaxation and breathed heavily while biting her lip in anticipation. The mystery girl, though, was very eager, and her head dropped down to Molly's sex quickly. 

My tight sweats weren't helping as my own sex began to react to the images my brain was sending it, and they began to stick slightly tighter at the area.

I couldn't see any of the specifics of what the girl was doing to my partner in crime, but I could see Molly clearly. As the girl made first contact Molly jerked her head up, inhaled sharply, closed her eyes, and smiled, biting her bottom lip with her front teeth.

She opened her eyes again and began breathing steadily but very heavily. She looked down at her pleasure giver and stroked her hair. The girl's head seemed to move up and Molly's deep breathing began to mix in with moans. She jerked her head to the side and closed her eyes. Her breasts slowly lifted and fell beautifully as she heaved and moaned. 

The girl's head pushed in and Molly's repeated a similar action as she did when the girl had started,

"Mmmmmmmmmm fuck," she moaned, opening her eyes, a bead of sweat running down the side of her face. I rubbed my knees together. I should have, but I couldn't look away.

"Oh god yes!" Molly yelled as the girl's hand went up to where her mouth was and began to pump back at forth. Molly began to rock accordingly, bringing her hands off the girl's lover's hair and to her sides, holding onto the edge of the counter. 

As the girl continued to assault Molly, faster and faster, Molly began to unconsciously raise herself up with her hands, forcing her pussy closed and deeper into her lover's mouth and hand. She brought a hand up and squeezed her own breast for a second, but then dropped it back down to maintain balance. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Molly repeated through these breathy whispers. She began to raise up again. A bit of her damp hair had made it in front of her face and was clinging to the upper body. Her face, flushed crimson, was tilted back and to the side, her eyes rolled back in her head. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, ye-" she was cut off as her climax hit her and she shuddered. Her face looked as if though she was screaming and smiling but no noises came out. She dropped herself to the ledge and finally yelled, continuing to twist and gyrate her body and spin her head around as her orgasm ran its course, her lover not missing a beat. 

Molly sat on the ledge and started to calm down as the mystery girl finished up on her. She still shuddered involuntarily at some points but eventually calmed down.

As she did, I realized, embarrassingly enough, my hand was in my pants. But now that it was over I managed to calm myself down without having to finish.

Molly's mystery girl stood up and, though my curiosity was burning, I sunk back into the changing room in order to prevent being detected. Once I was sure the coast was clear I left the room. 

I didn't think much about what happened at Ms. Raquel's as I drove home, or for the rest of the night in general for that matter. I'm not sure whether it was the next day's events or the fact that, though I was curious, knowing who the other person Molly was now having fun with didn't really matter.

That night was tough. I was so full of suspense, nerves, dread, and excitement that sleeping didn't seem important. The only thought that soothed me long enough for me to catch a few hours of sleep was the knowing that, between my meetings with Ms. Raquel and Ms. Vega and reserving the venue, Paula would be stopping by, and she may even bring Brenda again...

BAM BAM BAM.

My eyes slugged open at the sound of loud knocking on my door. I looked at the clock. It was 7, an hour before Tanya was supposed to show up and a good 1 and a half hours before work started. 

I grumpily forced myself out of bed. I was wearing nothing but a very old large t-shirt that hung loose on me and came down to my mid thigh with my hair tied up. Not the best look for me but who do I have to impress.

I reached the door and swung it open, too tired to check who was on the other side.

"Big day Eve! Time to get ready!" Molly's voice all but yelled as she gave me a hug and walked into my apartment. I turned my head towards her slowly and stared at her with squinted eyes from hell. "Oh don't give me that look, you're always late anyway. Now c'mon, go freshen up in the bathroom and I'll pick out an outfit for you."

I slowly dragged my feet across the floor to my bathroom without hesitation, but with plenty of disdain for the early hour. I was amazed that Molly was so awake after being out and about not 5 hours earlier, but I obviously didn't comment on this and only mustered up enough strength to say one thing as I closed my bathroom door. 

"Coffee."

I hopped into the shower and cleaned every inch of the body, I had to be sure to be clean for Ms. Vega. 

Later as I exited the bathroom I was greeted with a cup of coffee, a bagel(that she had brought for me) and a very smart business like outfit laid out on my bed. Still wrapped in just my towel I sat down on a nearby chair, inspecting the outfit.

"Is it really necessary for me to be so formal?" I asked.

"Well," Molly explained, "at this point you know just about as much as I do about this meeting. The only extra information I have is that you're supposed to be 'dressed for success'. Her words, not mine." 

I giggled at Molly's exasperated tone when talking about her mother. 

I finished my breakfast and asked Molly, "Can you go grab the dress hanging in the closet?"

"Which one?" she asked making her way towards it. "You'll know it when you see it," I said with a smile, simultaneously dropping my towel to the floor to begin dressing. 

"Oh wow..." I heard Molly whisper as she pulled out the reddest dress ever created from the closet. 

"Per Ms. Vega's orders," I smiled starting to slip on my panties.

"Damn, it's like it's made out of blood," Molly said walking to my bed to lay out the dress, "where did you find-" she hesitated as she realized I was almost completely naked. 

I turned back around to take my bra off the bed. Molly was blushing almost as red as the dress and tried to avert her gaze.

"A friend of mine from college who's gotten pretty successful owed me a favor. Should I go skirt and stockings or pants?"

"Pants. You ever think of going back?

"Back where?" I asked slipping into the pants.

"Back to New York, trying to get a job higher up?"

"Meh, not really, I like it here," I stated plainly, checked out my now finished outfit, a simple white blouse with navy blue pants and blazer, in the mirror. It was perfect for the occasion. Nothing too tight and know cleavage showing but still smart and form fitting.

"Hold on," Molly said approaching me from behind, "one more thing." She reached around me and fastened a simple silver chain necklace around my neck. The small dolphin pendant on the end landed perfectly between my clavicles. "That's yours."

"Oh wow it's gorgeous Molly thank you!" I smiled giving her a hug and then turning back to admire my elegant new jewelry.

"You thought I forgot didn't you," she said. 

"Forgot what?" I asked still looking in the mirror. 

Molly was silent for a while. I finally turned to her to see her clearly trying to suppress a laugh. 

"Oh god," she said, finally letting her laugh out, "what's the date today Eve?"

"Uhh, Monday. What did I forget."

"No, not day, da-" Molly was cut off by the sound of knocking on my door again.

I opened it to see Tanya hunched over and holding her knees in a gray tank and purple work out shorts, her caramel skin gleaming with sweat. She looked up at me and smiled,

"Hey there Eve," she panted.

"Holy shit Tanya did you run here?!" Molly suddenly asked showing up behind me.

"Oh hey Molly. Ya I thought I'd get a workout in, it's a lot harder without music though."

"Oh right, I'll be right back," I remembered, headed back to my room and retrieving Tanya's iPod. I hadn't remembered her looking as good as she did, probably since she was about 50 pounds heavier just a year ago, but gotten into great shape.

"Here you go," I returned, handing her the mp3. She began to plug it into her sleeve case,

"Thanks a million Eve, you're a lifesaver. Oh and happy birthday!" And with that she ran off. 




Changing Room Diaries Ch. 03



Ok so yes, I had forgotten my birthday. But I had a lot on my plate at the time and I wasn't exactly a top priority for myself...if that makes any sense.

I closed the door and turned to a giggly Molly while wearing what I'm sure was a pretty surprised face to say the least.

"So...it's November 21st huh?"

"Yup."

"And I'm 28 today."

"Mhmm."

"Uh-oh..."

Molly's giggles turned to concern, "Wait what? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, well something, but I'll explain later. It's just a slight problem don't worry about it. We should get going, I'm gonna need to prepare some things in the room before opening."

The problem was my family. Well that sounds bad but in this case it was true. My brother and mom have both stopped by unannounced to visit me on my birthday without fail for the last five or so years, usually just to say hi, drop off a gift, and schedule a dinner for the weekend. For the years I've been at Ms. Raquel's I've been able to suspend my activities for the day, but there were two set in stone obligations I had to attend to, and if they showed up at one of those times...

Molly and I were the first ones to work at Ms. Raquel's, a usual for her and an all time first for me. We stored my red dress safely in the back and began to inspect changing room 10. Everything necessary was in my floor compartment. The wall cuffs(the handy cushioned hand cuffs that extended out of the back corners of the room), the soundproofing, the ionizer, and the new cameras were all in check. Standing there looking at my room, I realized how I probably would be getting away with all of it without Molly, and how it must have actually been pretty easy for her, being the boss's daughter. 

"So these cameras," I asked when we were finished, "they give a feed but don't record right?" 

"Right," she answered, "I get crystal clear picture and sound live as it happens, but never to be seen again. They're from Alice industries, those people are top notch."

"You sound like a commercial," I teased.

"Ya well, it's a good company."

"Nerd."

"Oh shush. Your floor compartment is all stocked up too."

I headed back to changing room 10. I was incredibly nervous, and started pacing around the room. I wanted to pull my hair out, and stomp around, and run away. Why in god's name did she want to meet me after I'd already been there for so long? What did she have against Tanya? Is the same thing going to happen to me? Am I goin-

I was cut off by a knocking on the door, which I slid open to see two people. Molly and Denny.

Denny is my older brother by 2 years and the only member of my family who knew of the real nature of my job. This is why I was both delighted and annoyed to see him be the first member of my family to show up.

"Happy birthday Evey!" He practically yelled, giving me a bear hug. Molly laughed at my familial nickname.

Denny's presence really helped calm me down. I explained the situation to him and we talked it out for a bit but then he left as quick as he had arrived. I wished he had come later so that it wouldn't matter what I was doing, but he also helped me out as far as my nerves.

"Is everyone in your family gorgeous?" Molly asked as she ogled my brother walking away. I laughed,

"I don't know if that's true, but that one is married."

"I can still dream," she said as if she had already started.

"And gay."

"I can still dream," she said the exact same way. 

I stood next to my fantasizing friend, keeping my eye on the door for Ms. Raquel and collecting my thoughts. It was 8:28. My meeting would start in two minutes. Molly called Paula and moved her back to 9. I should take my lunch early, 10:30 should be good, to go to rent out the venue. Then Ms. Vega would be arriving at around 5. Then there was the whole day of customers to worry about. And somewhere along the line my mom would be stopping by.

Just as I was finishing my thoughts in walked the ageless and ever stunning Ms. Raquel. At what must be around 5'11 or 6', she always exuded this air of elegance and class, and, even though she rarely interacted with her employees, she never seemed to treat them poorly. Or maybe she did. I had no way of knowing for sure because, as I realized at that moment, I didn't really know my boss in the slightest. She hadn't even interviewed me for the job. In fact it had been Tanya, the most senior of the changing room assistants, that had hired me. 

She entered and spotted me instantly, ushering me over to her office which was to the left of the front door, one of the few parts of the store not visible from Molly's desk. 

I hurried towards her office, which at that point I realized I had never been in. It had always just been a grey door in the side of the store labeled "Owner's Office". 

This was it, meeting time. I reached the door, took a deep breath, and entered into...another room. A small room that looked like a waiting room at the doctor's office, with chairs lining the walls and a reception area.

"You must be Eve," the receptionist said, "have a seat, Ms. Raquel will be with you soon."

I took a seat at one of the chairs and pulled a magazine from the coffee table. There was a clock in the room ticking over and over, like a countdown to detonation. To cool my nerves I tried to shift my focus to the receptionist.

I couldn't see much more than her face, but I she was about my age or a little older I would've have guessed. She had golden blonde hair with brown high lights and dark roots in her wavy hair that formed in a bit of a side bang in the front and came down to an inch or two above her shoulder. Her mouth was small , same with her nose, which had a slight up turn at the tip, but her hazel eyes were big and beautiful. I really just wanted to put her in my pocket right there, but some small talk would have to do.

"Are you new?" I asked, as I approached her desk, folding my arms on the counter and placing my chin on them, "I've never seen you here before." She looked up at me, seemingly surprised at the fact that I was even talking to her. 

"Oh, um, no I've been her for quite a while. I just have very flexible hours and its part time," she explained.

We continued to make small talk with some one-sided flirtation on my part. Eventually I noticed the picture of a young girl, about Molly's age, on her desk. This girl to my utter amazement turned out to be her daughter.

"But she must be at least 20, but you can't be a day over like 35 at the most!" I exclaimed. She smiled. Her real age turned out to be 42, which she absolutely defied, except for a few select moments. Like when some wrinkles formed by the sides of her eyes when she smiled.

About two minutes later her intercom buzzed as a sign of Ms. Raquel summoning me to her office. 

The receptionist, whose name I still didn't know despite there probably being a name on her desk, wished me luck as I entered the office.

"Hello Eve," Ms. Raquel greeted me with a smile the moment I was inside, "please have a seat." 

The office was smaller than I expected, and looked basically like a boring classic office with a main desk and two chairs opposite the owner. I took the one to the right as Ms. Raquel circled to her chair. Unlike her receptionist, Ms. Raquel's age showed on her, but she was one of those women who accepted age and gracefully took it on in the most stunning way. She continued to speak in her slight Californian accent,

"I would really like to tell you about everything right now, but I think there isn't enough time to discuss what we were going to talk about."

I was curious. "Were?" I asked, lump in my throat.

"Yes dear, I'm afraid something has come up, I'm very sorry."

"Oh um, that's fine. So I guess I'll just come back tomorrow?"

"Actually I was wondering if you were free for dinner tonight? I know Molly wouldn't mind if you joined us, I know you to have grown quite close recently, we could discuss my proposal then."

Every bone in my body wanted me to say no, but when you're boss who never talks to anyone all of a sudden invites you to dinner, what else can you do.

"That sounds great! But, um, what kind of proposal are we talking about?" I smiled.

"Well, you'll see at eigh            t, dress casually."

One more thing to worry about.

"I wanna hear all about it but 9 o'clock's here and your clothes are in there" was the first and only thing Molly could said to me as I came back to the changing rooms. I realized it was 9:15 and that I had spent more time in the waiting room than I thought. I rushed back to good ol' changing room 10 and slid the door open expecting to find Paula and maybe Brenda, but instead found only Brenda.

"Hello," she said shyly looking at her feet. She was wearing a simple teal T-shirt and jeans. "Paula's running late, she said she'd be here soon. I was wondering if I could try these on in the mean time..."

I noticed she had picked out a bunch of swimsuits and put them one of the two chairs that were still in the room from Saturday. 

"Of course sweetie, take a seat." She looked confused but sat on the empty chair. 

I kneeled down in front of her and started to remove her tennis shoes.

"Oh, um, I can get that ma'm-" she started, but I cut her off. I felt like she could use a little pampering. 

Once I had removed both the shoes and socks, I took her hand and rose her to her feet, staying on my knees. I hooked my finger into her jeans between the denim and her underwear and pulled her closer, my face inches from her crotch. 

"So you're trying to get some cheap swimwear during the fall huh?" I asked as I unbuttoned, unzipped, and yanked her jeans down. 

"Oh, um, y-ya," she stammered as she stepped out of them. I could feel her gaze on my face the whole time. 

Next came the panties, which I slid of smoothly and slowly, giving me a first look at her little mound. 

I finally stood, giving her thigh a gentle, but blatant kiss on the way up. 

"Arms up," I said. She just nodded and complied. Her eyes seemed to be glued to my face, but I couldn't manage to get any actual eye contact as I slipped off her shirt. And then as I leaned forward to unhook her blue bra, I realized what she had been looking at, my lips. 

Just as I got her bra unhooked, Brenda darted her head forward, smashing our lips together and pushing me back until my back hit the door. 

At first I just giggled into her, but then began to kiss back, only to have her pull away, a look of horror on her face. 

"Oh my god, I-I'm so sorry," she apologized, her hands covering her mouth. I giggled,

"Don't worry about it," I squeezed her arm in comfort, "it's totally fine. Let's try some of these on for now ok?" 

She nodded and I proceeded to take off her bra. Her breasts were delightfully bouncy, and graced by large, dark aureoles with small nipples. 

As she tried on the first bathing suit I made things more comfortable. I pulled off my blazer and pants and changed into some jeans Molly had left me in the floor compartment. While I was there I also grabbed a white sheet and laid it out on the carpeted floor.

"So you can just drop your things on the floor, its easier that way," I explained to Brenda.

Finally I dumped the bathing suits off their chair and moved both chairs outside with my dress clothes for Molly to pick up.

"That looks great!" I exclaimed as I shut the door, seeing Brenda in a red, halter strap two piece.

"I don't know..." she wondered out loud, looking at herself in the mirror opposite the door.

"What? You look...," I paused thinking of the right word that would boost her confidence, "...sexy!"

She gave me a rare smile, "Thanks, but-"

"No 'but's," I said cutting her off. I walked up behind her and hugged her round the waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. "you do." I gave her the base of her neck a kiss, and started to trail my lips and tongue down her shoulder between words. 

"You know, should come by alone one day..."

My kisses went back up the length of her shoulder, as my hands traveled up her belly and cupped her breasts. She gasped loudly as I began to massage her globes through the bikini.

"...we could really have some fun..."

My tongue ran up her neck.

"...but make sure to wear this when you come by..."

I took my teeth and undid the bow behind her neck, while my hands undid the one at her back simultaneously.

She was blushing furiously as Paula burst into the room, completely killing my mood and my sale. 

"Ok! Let's get down to business!" She exclaimed enthusiastically as she came into the door. She was dressed similarly to how Brenda had been, which was relatively conservative for her. "Hey B, you know those bikinis are supposed to cover you right?"

Brenda somehow managed to blush even more as she tied her top back up. At the same time there was a knock at the door. 

Crap! What now? The day had just started and I was already sick of the surprises and anxiety that came with it. Why couldn't there ever just be someone at the door who says "Hey can I join in on the fun you're about to have?" and then does that? Is that too much to ask?

Apparently not.

"Demi? Um, hi.." I smiled down to my newest friend, "Umm, what's up?"

Demi saw I had company. "Oh sorry, I'm interrupting, I'll come back..." She stopped talking and stared at the two young women behind me. She walked in, pointing at them as if star struck, and asked,

"Brenda Merriweather? Paula Ruiz?"

Paula and Brenda looked at the girl and then at each other in confusion as Brenda pulled on robe.

"Uh yes, do we know you?" Paula asked in an uncharacteristically polite tone.

Demi went wide eyed for a second as if realizing a mistake. "Oh, no sorry. I'm Demi, I'm part of your debate team."

Suddenly Paula and Brenda got very official looking. They stood up straight and shook Demi's hand. As they continued to speak to her I slowly gathered that Paula, Brenda and Demi all went to the same college and the first two were co-presidents and some sort of legends in the collegiate debate community. They were so deep in conversation the three of them didn't even notice when I eased myself out of the room to Molly's desk.

"Why didn't you tell me Demi was coming?" I asked her. She was watching the three girls talk through the camera on her computer. 

"Sorry I didn't know. When she walked in my Mom was talking to me about y'alls meeting. So you're coming to dinner tonight huh?"

"I guess so," I sighed sitting in the stool next to Molly and watching the screen. She would change the screen to something else and then back whenever someone walked by, as I explained what the girls were talking about.

"So what's the story with your mom's receptionist?" I asked after explaining the coincidental situation.

"You mean Ms. Howard? Uh no story really. She's divorced, got a kid, and works here part time. Why? Did you like what you saw?"

"Maybe," I smiled, "wow look at that behind." I said referring to Demi. 

"But she's in sweats. And did you just say 'behind'? Really? You sound like a 50 year-ol-" Molly couldn't finish the sentence. We were both transfixed on what we were seeing on the screen. 

Right in the middle of changing room 10, out of nowhere, Brenda had Demi in her arms and what seemed to be her tongue in her mouth. Demi reached up and cradled Brenda's face as they began to make out ferociously. And I mean ferociously. As they did Paula came up behind Brenda and slipped the robe off the tall blonde's body, leaving her in the two piece we had tried out earlier.

I rushed to the room. They didn't even flinch when I opened and closed the door in a flash and stood in the corner.

Demi and Brenda pressed the top's of their tongues together as Paula disrobed her friend. They're tongues continued to swirl together outside their mouths for a while before their lips collided once more. Paula took Demi's hands and guided them to Brenda's breasts. I smiled remembering Demi's particular fondness for a good pair of boobs.

While the other two continued to make out and explore each other, Paula ran her hand into Brenda's bikini bottoms. I could see the fingers stretch the cloth up and around as she began to slowly rub Brenda's sex and kiss the nape of her neck. It was the first time I'd seen Paula give instead of receive. 

The pleasure made Brenda break the kiss and moan out loud. For such a seemingly innocent and sweet girl, Brenda's volume really got up there.

Demi bent over a bit, made short work of Brenda's bikini, and kissing the tops of Brenda's breasts as she cupped and squeezed the bottoms, working her way down and sucking hard on her nipples. Brenda wasn't exactly handling the situation with grace. The pleasure made her week in the knees and soon enough she lowered down to the sheet covered floor, but her companions didn't miss a beat. 

Demi lowered with her an continued to suck and massage at Brenda's ample chest. Paula, though, moved around the two and pulled Demi's pants with one quick yank. Eventually, Demi naturally began to slowly grind her pussy against Brenda's.

Paula backed up toward the door and eventually backed into me. I unbuttoned her jeans and shoved my hand inside as she watched the scene unfold. 

"Gently," she whispered to me. I apologized and eased up on my rubbing her lips. She usually liked it rough but today was different I suppose. 

Demi and Brenda were now kissing each other full on. Brenda ripped off Demi's top and the two were together in intimate nakedness, rubbing up and down, their moans getting louder and louder. I could see their lips slide against one another on top and down below. Their pussy lips rubbing perfectly in unison, appearing to my view as they tribbed back, and disappearing under Demi's beautiful butt as they moved forward. 

I slowly rubbed Paula's lips as she watched, entranced. As the two on the floor sped up I sped up with her as well. Everyone's moans were peaking. Demi and Brenda were getting sloppy in their rubbing, holding each other and trying to push their pussies into each other as hard as they could. I softly stuck a finger inside Paula and put my other hand inside to rub on her clit, making her yell in an orgasm and hold herself up on by pressing against the walls just as Brenda and Demi made those final pushes on the floor to start convulsing and moaning together in shared bliss, riding it out on each other as far as they could. After a little while they all came down from their high. 

The two on the floor lay with each other and Paula leaned agaisnt me for some time, although she did seem a little disappointed with her finish. After a few minutes I said,

"You guys this has been great but I really need this room free now." 

All three of them shot up from their relaxation in apology and hurriedly got ready. Brenda and Paula said their byes and gave their numbers to Demi, and they left but I held Demi back to talk to her for a few moments.

"Are you alright?" I asked her.

"Yeah I think so, I'm good, why?" she replied, smiling in a way I couldn't tell was authentic or not.

"Because last time something spontaneous like that happened you held it pent in for 5 months before doing anything about it, it must've weighed on you pretty hard. How did all this get started?"

"I...I don't know I guess I just kind of went for it..." she said, a real smile then crept onto her face.

"You're getting bold," I told her, "I like it. Just call first next time." We exchanged numbers too. "So, are you bold enough to ask that pretty girl at the counter you seemed to like so much last time to come clean you up?" 

Demi blushed and was immediately feeling timid again, "I...um, I'm already dressed and-"

I laughed, "I'm just kidding sweetie, maybe next time right?" 

"Yeah, um, maybe," she smiled.

"So you ever gonna actually buy something from here? It's still technically a business you know."




Changing Room Diaries Ch. 03



"Oh I'm sorry! I wish but I'm a little tight on money right now and and-"

I raised a hand, "I was kidding honey. Come by again and maybe we can grab you some stuff with the employee discount, Molly and you must be the same size, no one will be the wiser."

She smiled and we talked a little more before she headed out but, once again, I wasn't sure when she'd turn up again.

But I had something bigger to worry about. I peeked out the room and as I'd suspected, Paula and Molly were speaking rather heatedly at Molly's counter. Twenty minutes earlier this would have been totally random to me, but when Paula had put her hands up on the wall earlier I'd noticed something. Something that turned my stomach in guilt. She had black fingernails, with white polka-dots. 

I loudly slid my door open so they would notice me leaving the room and clearly changed their conversation to seem more casual. 

"What're you two talking about?" I asked approaching them, but all I could think about was the cheating I had just taken part in. Or was it even cheating? These were two girls who're quite open minded. Maybe it's not as big a deal as I thought. My mind then wandered to how the two of them started seeing each other in the first place, and why Molly wouldn't just tell me it was Paula.

I nodded through their lie and excused myself out to lunch. I needed a nonsexual, non intimate setting. It seems everywhere I'd been recently had peaked my carnal interests, so I headed out to get the most non-sexy food I could think of, a nice greasy burger. 

But, of course, a woman from the venue just had to call me telling me they could give me a better date if I came in earlier. Why is it when things go your way they still don't really go your way in some way or another? Sorry, complaining over.

The venue was nice enough, though the name "The Loving Heart" seemed a little uninspired, but all around a nice place. I went into their front office and worked to get the attention of the skinny young auburn-haird receptionist who was more interested in her phone than she was her job. I had to check her name tag to get her attention.

"Excuse me, Tiffany?"

Her eyes flicked up and down from her screen once, and then again in a double take and slight gape. Can't say I wasn't flattered, but I had no time to entertain naughty thoughts. Besides, her initial surprise seemed to wear off fast.

"Please fill out this form and take a seat and Ms. Howard will be with you momentarily," she said coldly looking back to her phone as she handed me a clipboard. Whatever she was typing on that thing, she seemed pretty stressed about it.

As I filled in the visitor form I heard a familiar tone from Tiffany's computer. She popped in some headphones and smiled,

"Hey baby!" she said to her webcam. I didn't really care but I wasn't amazed so far by The Loving Heart's professionalism. "I can't see you can you see me? Ok I guess that'll have to do for now..."

Eventually Tiffany motioned for me to go through a side door where I was to meet with the manager. 

"Well, isn't this a coincidence," I heard a voice say. I turned to see none other than Ms. Raquel's ageless receptionist I had met earlier. 

"Oh hey!" I said hoping she would reintroduce herself.

"Cassandra Howard," she extended her hand. I shook it in relief. "You just seem to be all over my work schedule today, imagine my confusion scheduling you three times in one day for two different jobs!"

I laughed. "Wait three times, when's the third besides now and this morning?"

"Tonight for dinner at Ms. Raquel's. I manage a lot of her life."

"Oh okay, sorry I'm all over the place for you aren't I" I laughed again, she smiled.

"Well, you're not the worst person to have around a lot."

Woah, was that a flirt?

She ushered me into the main room for the event and started explaining the perks of choosing her venue, and it all felt very business like again. As she spoke I noticed something you could only notice close up. From far away her eyes seemed dark blue or brown, but from this close I realized they were more shades of Elizabeth Taylor. Violet. 

"And we do weddings as well, if you ever wanna make and honest woman of someone, here's the place to do it."

How'd she know to say woman? 

Finally we concluded our tour.

"So everything looks good," I said, "I'll talk to my friends about price but in all likelihood we'll take it," I told her.

"I'm so glad to hear that." She smiled her beautiful smile. Her upturned nose and ever so tiny crinkles by her eyes almost gave me flutters. "They're lucky to have a friend like you." And that did give me flutters.

I thanked her and went to shake her hand but she came in and gave me a tight, affectionate hug. And that's when I was hit with full on butterflies. This woman was very different than the somewhat timid one I had met earlier, as if the job she was at transformed her. The one who was hugging me was filled with much more confidence. And it was such a warm, calming, almost motherly hug. But not really motherly, cause that would make the other sensations in me feel very wrong. Anyway, moving on. None of this is really worth mentioning in such detail without what came next. 

I headed back to the front office to pick up the necessary paperwork but stopped short at the door. There was a noise coming from the front office. It was very low and very faint but I had heard similar sounds hundreds of times. It was a moan. 

The door was slightly ajar so I peeked in. I had a side view of Tiffany's desk. She was hunched over, her skirt pulled up to her hips, her hand rubbing up and down her mound, staring at her computer screen as she did it. 

She was already midway through the act. I contemplated making a loud noise outside to give her time to stop so I could go through, but I decided she might as well finish now.

She leaned forward and back in her squeaky office chair, her supple cleavage spilling in and out of view of her pink blouse. A small chain necklace with a tiny diamond on the end swung between the valley of her breasts as she straddled her hand. 

But the real action was in her face. As she continued to rub herself her face expressed emotions of fear, joy, and back again. She would look around to make sure no one was around, then let her pleasure take over. You know that face you make when you're being teased and then someone finally starts to please you in earnest. That face of mixed pleasure and relief. That was the face she repeated as she put on a show for whoever was on the other end of that video chat. She would look around, pleasure, smile at her partner, look around, pleasure, smile, pleasure, smile, pleasure, look around, pleasure and so on until she couldn't take it anymore. She increased her tempo and rocked back and forth, closing her eyes and using her other hand to squeeze her breast through bra and blouse as her face seemed to cry a voiceless cry of pleasure. Anyone could have walked in during that last part and she wouldn't have even noticed. 

I made loud stepping noises outside and she quickly clicked off all her programs on a computer screen, and fixed herself up as best she could. I walked in and she was now very helpful and receptive to my questions on the paperwork. Maybe she had just needed some stress relief. 

I laughed to myself as I grabbed a wrap from a nearby restaurant and headed back to the store. My life lately had been a string of coincidences and new people just popping up. Did everyone's life have this many sexual encounters, or was that a just an occupational benefit/hazard? It was as if my world were a badly written TV show with lots of characters and way too many subplots. Hopefully they paid off.

I got back to Ms. Raquel's by around 12 and immediately felt sick to my stomach upon seeing Molly, remembering the pain I mostly likely caused her earlier today. Why didn't she just tell me?

I half expected her to snap at me on the spot as I walked by but all she said was,

"You have a visitor," not looking up from her computer. I suppose she understood I had no way of knowing, and still thought I didn't know. But that still wouldn't stop her from being distant. Perfectly understandable, I can't say I'd be any better.

I assumed it was my mother and was happy she decided to show up now during a slow hour, but it turned out to be a different visitor. 

"Hey Eve." Tanya stood in front of me in changing room 10. 

"Hey," I gave her a hug and grabbed a couple stools from outside to sit in. "So did you forget something else or are you just coming around to say hi?" I was genuinely confused. Tanya and I talked every once in a while and sometimes went to lunch or something but always with Molly as well. We were never really that good of friends or anything, just a step above acquaintances. 

She laughed, "Actually I'm here on business."

"Oh really, what kind of business?"

"Well, to put it bluntly, you." I arched an eyebrow in confusion. She continued, "I'm working in the fashion department at Alice Industries and have been doing some recruiting. And imagine my surprise when your resume came across my desk!"

Oh...right. Out of college, before I moved back here to my hometown, I had been applying for some jobs. My main goal was fashion design but I had mostly applied to more business minded aspects of the fashion world just for the sake of practicality. 

"Yeah, but I applied a long time ago," I said.

"And you were accepted. In fact you were sought after. Why didn't you take it?"

"Location."

She smiled, "That's what I thought. Well lucky for you, we just opened a branch in town and if you join you'll be one of the head honchos. In fact, you are guaranteed to a designer's contract, and isn't that the dream?!" She checked her watch, opened her purse, and handed me a large envelope. "Well I've gotta get going. Read up on the offer and details and I'll be in touch soon. Please consider it!" She gave me a hug and walked out. 

To say I was surprised by the exchange would be an understatement. Here I was living a comfortable life with a job I liked, and sometimes loved, and in walks in an offer for a new one I didn't need at all. 

That being said, it was getting complicated. Just today I was hurting a friend and there were two very powerful women hanging over my head, one coming to dominate me soon and the other with the potential to professionally. In fact, if Ms. Raquel did know what I was doing and planned on firing me, maybe this job was the perfect way out. On the other hand why would she ask me to dinner if I was going to be fired...

Needless to say, I was confused about life.

But that was to be worried about later, I was still at work and there was work to be done. 

The first thing I did was change into my blood dress, the one requested by Ms. Vega. It was skin tight, came down to mid-thigh, and had no cleavage showing.

Next I made one final check on everything she would need, mainly the chair she enjoyed using last time.

And finally...I took a nap.

I know anticlimactic but it had been a long day with a long weekend before, and with Ms. Vega coming in about four hours, I needed to give my body a break. In hindsight, it may have been smarter to change into the dress after, but if I overslept and wasn't changed by the time Ms. Vega was here she would not be pleased. Better to risk the wrinkly dress.

When I woke up it was around 3:30, 90 minutes before her arrival. I texted Molly to send me customers because every so often I actually do my job, although these days it seemed less and less. And about an hour later I received a text back. It read, 

"Vega's here. She's shoppin but idk when she'll come back to you so be ready." 

I finished up with my customer as quickly as I could, ran to freshen up, came back, and sat down in the chair facing the door. It and the soft sheets laid out on the ground were the objects left in the room to the naked eye. 

Time ticked away and I began to get too much into my own head. I looked around the room. Ten feet long, seven feet wide, mirrors on both ends. But what if she doesn't like the mirrors? What if she notices the cameras? What if she hurts me? Causes bruises?

I shook my head and tried to get myself together. This woman was getting under my skin, and I'd only been in contact with her a total of maybe one hour ever.

I checked the time. 4:50? How was that even possible, it felt like I'd been waiting there for and eternity. 

I closed my eyes and tried to get my mind to wander. Wander to anything else I could possibly think of instead. And for some reason it landed on Cassandra, Ms. Raquel's receptionist. I thought about her face and her smile. Her nose's up turn, her blonde hair with its dark roots. Her beautiful, if not particularly apparent violet eyes. 

I shook my head. Those were some deep thoughts about a random lady. "I'm just getting a little too turned on today I guess," I all but said to myself. 

I then began to think about Arey, my new gym partner, and how I needed to make sure I made it to the gym in time after dinner. 

Finally, I just leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes, still feeling a little groggy. That went away in a second.

The door slid open and closed in a flash. In front of me stood Ms. Vega. It was strange, but it wasn't until just then I noticed how much I wanted to impress her, how much I wanted to take on this challenge. It had been a while since I'd been challenged.

The first thing I noticed was her hair was different. The long sandy locks that she sported on Friday had been transformed into a dark brown. Also, her fingernails had been painted black as night, and shortened. My private parts should thank her for that.

But other than that the striking Latina was dressed very casually, in jeans and a T-shirt that was more than strained against her chest, and holding a large duffel bag. It made me feel kind of silly in my dress. 

"Hello Ms. Vega," I said uneasily. 

"Hi," she replied with no discernible emotion in her Colombian accent, "I'm gonna need you to close your eyes while I get ready." It wasn't really a command, more of statement of what needed to happen. I wasn't entirely sure if I was talking to the same woman.

I covered my eyes and waited as I heard her unzip her bag to "get ready" which I came to realize meant more than just clothes. I stayed like that for about 5 or 10 minutes. She walked back and forth, passing me a few times during that, gently touching me in different spots with each pace.

"Open your eyes," she said when she was done. She now stood in front of me wearing only a black negligee that showed off significant cleavage and came down to her waist and matching lace panties. It was all complimented by black boots that ran up to just below her knee. I couldn't help but stare with all the black(and her signature dark purple lipstick) contrasted beautifully with the naturally tanned skin of her body and bare legs. But that was all that was different, meaning all the pacing and touching was just her toying with me.

"Stand in the corner then cover your eyes up with this." she said handing me a cloth. Her tone had shifted to the tone of the woman I had met the previous week. Sharp and cold, but the atmosphere and anticipation added a sensual side to it.

"Yes m'am," I replied, moving next to the door and tying the cloth around my eyes. I was absolutely in the dark now.

I heard her duffel bag hit ground near the chair and the chair slide more towards the center of the room. Then there were noises of metal clanking near the ceiling of all places. As I usually end up doing, I silently thanked Molly in my head for her soundproofing of changing room 10. It comes in handy every single day.

"From now on, you call me 'amante', is that clear?" she said as she set up. "And most of the time, you will be called 'whore', understood?"

"Yes amante," I answered, learning fast. 

"You can come whenever you want to whore."

"Ok amante, thank you amante."

"Don't be thanking me whore, opportunity is rare."

Uh oh.

Eventually I felt a hand on me. At first I flinched but then eased into it as it softly touched my face and ran through my hair. It made its way to the roots and gave a hard yank, pulling me over to the what felt like the middle of the room. I winced but held in cries of pain repercussions. 

I'll spare you the details of how I managed to end up how I ended up, mostly because, with the blind fold, I wasn't totally sure of the process myself. But when it was removed I saw my state of affairs in the mirror. My arms were above me, almost fully straight with wrists tied together and attached to some kind of hook on the ceiling. My legs were tied together with a few belts, and my feet could just barely full touch the floor. Overall my body was one solid unit, looking as if I was about to badly dive into a pool.

Ms. Vega went to her bag and produced a pair of scissors. She pulled the fabric of my dress away from my body and began to cut. When she was done the dress was intact except for my breasts were now spilled out in all their glory. She returned the scissors and retrieved a horsetail looking whip, which I later learned is better known as a 'flogger', and stood in front of me. This is when it all really began.

She approached me with a devious smile, dropping the whip next to my pretty much immobile feet and cupped the undersides of my breasts, feeling their full weight.

"You have more natural color than I expected," she said seductively. I thanked her properly. I'd be lying if I wasn't flattered. I'd always been thankful for the natural tan on my body. But my attention was focused in on her hands on my breasts, or anyone's hands finally being on me for that matter. It put me in a trance and I wanted more.

"Now," she started still just feeling the undersides, "let's see if we can get these the same color as your dress." 

With that she began to lightly slap my breasts. Their history of ultra sensitivity was now backfiring as they were sending pain signals to my brain, but I'd be lying if I didn't say the extra attention to them was sending pleasure signals as well. She started slapping a little faster as, just like last time, she gave my face a quick lick. With that she stopped slapping and began to gently, almost lovingly stroke my breasts. I was in heaven. Her palms would run over so softly and teasingly that my pussy just couldn't help but start to dampen. 

It only lasted a few seconds at the most though. She dropped one hand to my hip and the other used a finger to begin to outline my face. Don't question it, this woman was simply using me for whatever she wanted to do. It was sporadic, yet methodical.

Her finger came across my lips with slight force so I opened my mouth and allowed the finger to come in. She sighed/smiled in happiness as I sucked on the finger for a few seconds, then in one fluid motion removed it and placed it on her own mouth to suck on while never losing eye contact with me. She was very fluid and deliberate in her actions, like her mind was 10 steps ahead at all times in what she would do next.

She leaned forward as her finger exited her mouth and her lips approached mine. I got incredibly excited I tried to lean forward, but the bonds that were started to make my wrists ache wouldn't let me very much. I closed my eyes for the kiss but she snuck her tongue out and into my mouth for a split second before pulling it away, as if she wanted to steal the kiss away for herself. Then she took her hand and pressed my lips together for a moment. I understood as after she moved forward and danced her tongue on my lips, me making sure not to part them. She pulled away and smiled as if I had done a good job.

That was confirmed because after she band to caress my breasts again and even gave each nipple a lick with the flat of her tongue that sent shocks through a chord running straight from each nipple to my sex. It was really starting to heat up down there now.




Changing Room Diaries Ch. 04



Author's Note: So this chapter ended up getting very long. I ended up cutting it down the middle and the other half will be uploaded as the next chapter very soon. 

Thank you to everyone who reads these, please comment or send feedback with questions/comments/or anything you wanna talk about! Enjoy! 

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Chapter 4: Stress and Distractions

Her lips tasted like citrus. Her hair smelled like honey. She felt like velvet. She sounded melodic. And she looked, well, like Cassandra. 

For two weeks the receptionist and I had been running around having our fun. It had been so long since I was intimate with someone outside of my changing room. But 'intimate' is misleading. Cassandra and I made it clear we weren't dating and weren't 'lovers' or anything like that, just having fun.

That said, being around her always made me happy. In the two weeks since we started hanging out, Cassandra and I hadn't gone a day without spending at least an hour together. She always relieved me of my stress, in more ways than one.

Walking into the reception area of Ms. Raquel's office and seeing her at her desk everyday, it was hard not to jump on top of her. And on this one Friday I just couldn't control myself. We'd been together for a couple hours the day before for dinner, but she had to run off to the Loving Heart for some emergency. The Loving Heart, as you may remember, was Cassie's other, main job. A venue for various events she manages.

"Eve what're you doing? Not here!" She squealed. I had circled around to stand behind her and reached my hand under her sweater and into her bra to massage at her breast. I could see the fabric stretch up and down as I did through the reflection in her monitor. Her adorable grey sweater and black skirt combo made her look good enough to eat right there. I was in a peach sweater with a black and grey skirt. It was a promotional thing at the store. "Sweaters and skirts" day.

"Don't worry, I know she's not in yet, her car isn't in the lot." Ms. Raquel drove a Porsche and had a reserved space in the front of the parking lot. I could see through the office window that it was empty. 

I gave her breast a little squeeze and she exhaled in pleasure slightly. Our first night together she had been very timid about taking off her bra. She did have rather small breasts, but they were nicely rounded and since they were so close to the chest hadn't sagged a centimeter with age. I spent the rest of that night with them at my mouth and she hadn't been self conscious since. 

"Eve cmon. This isn't like you." Cassie reached at my hand and gently pulled it out of her top. I would have stopped in earnest but she was blushing a little, so I turned her chair around to me and straddled her lap facing her. She looked around as if someone would see through the walls and closed door.

"You're always so timid at work," I pouted, draping my arms over her shoulders and moving my face very close to hers. It was true. The position we were in would likely be reversed anywhere else, but the store always made Cassie a little nervous, and made me my most confident. She was right, I wasn't acting like myself, but it was fun. Maybe she made me more fun.

"Sorry, I just don't think Ms. Raquel would like the conflict that comes with two of her most trusted workers....interacting like this." She leaned forward, taking my face in her hand and kissed me with care, lightly floating her lips on mine for a long moment before pulling away.

I saw the Porsche drive up. "Yeah, I guess you're right." I stood up and sat in a chair fixing my clothes. Ms. Raquel soon entered.

"Five minutes," she said without even looking back, slamming her door behind her. 

"I guess today isn't the the day," Cassie frowned. It had been two weeks since Ms. Raquel and I had dinner and I was told about my promotion. I was supposed to have gone to her new store for its opening since then, but the opening had been delayed. Shipments were grossly late, there were electrical problems, and worst of all, they were losing workers. Ms. Raquel was holding me back until it was sorted out. Each passing day made me more nervous.

Making matters worse, Alice Industries and Ms. Vega had been hounding me with emails and phone calls trying to get me to accept their job offer. 'No' was never enough for those people. 

When I was let in Ms. Raquel looked elegant as ever, but also frustrated. She sat at her desk rubbing her eyes with a glass of some dark liquid next to her. 

"Take a seat. Would you like a drink?" she asked. 

"I'm alright, thank you," I answered respectfully, but I was very aware of the fact that it wasn't even 10 am. I suddenly felt bad about being stressed with new work. If anyone was stressed, it was my boss.

"Eve I'm going to be spending a lot of time at Oak so I probably won't be coming in here very regularly." Oak was the nickname for the second "Ms. Raquel's" store in town. Since they all had the same name, she had nicknames for all of them based on the street they were on. The one I was to help open in Missouri had come to be known as Ninth Street. Ours didn't really have a clever title. It was on 'First Street' but that' s a pretty boring nickname.

"So what does that mean for me?" I asked. I didn't want to take up any more of her time than I had to, so I just cut to it.

"Well, Ninth Street still isn't ready. Dee says Alice Industries has taken three of her girls."

I sighed. As you may remember Alice Industries, helmed by the ruthless Ms. Vega, had tried to poach me just before I received my promotion. They had taken one of our staff members here, Tanya, and sent Arey to my gym to seal the deal with me. I wasn't sure why they were working so hard to get me, but once I realized what was going on I told Ms. Raquel about their attempts, minus all the sex of course. Interestingly, she already knew they'd start making moves. Alice Industries had offered to buy her store in the past, but Ms. Raquel denied, and now they were at war.

Ms. Raquel continued. "I've instructed Dee to call you once they're ready. I'm sorry, once they do, you probably won't have much time until you need to be there. Also, I'm going to have to ask you to come in tomorrow."

A Saturday? I wanted to ask why but Ms. Raquel didn't seem like someone to agitate with anything at that point, even something sensible, so I just nodded.

"I'll be here all day if you need me, but it would be hard to contact me after today so take this." She handed me a piece of paper with her number on it. "I figure if you might be my number two, might as well have it. That'll be all."

I simply nodded and smiled again and began to leave.

"Wait, Eve."

I turned, "Yes m'am?"

She stared at her glass. "How's Molly adjusting?"

"Well, m'am."

She looked up at me. "Does she like it?"

"Yes, I think she really does."

That made her tired face smile. "She's very smart you know. She could be doing a million other things. Her father is a doctor."

"She likes being here," I said, reassuring her.

"Yeah. Cut her some slack if she's having problems. She works the accounts with me at night sometimes. She's better with the math." She looked down and I took that queue to leave. 

I walked out and told Cassie about my meeting. 

"Darn, so no movie? Why are you working tomorrow?" She asked afterwards. We had had plans the upcoming day.

"Guess not, sorry," I answered, "I don't know why I have to come in. I'm sure you'll find out soon." Cassie was in charge of organizing Ms. Vega's life so most things Ms.Vega knew, Cassie would end up knowing. "Probably more filing or something."

The job had been a bit less than the perfect gig Ms. Raquel had made it up to be, which I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised about. There were nights where I had to stay in at home or the store to handle our suppliers and customers with mostly supply chain issues, as Ms. Raquel was too busy to do so. Also, with the promotion, I had become the de facto head changing room assistant, and began to take on more and more management duties with the other assistants. Thankfully, Demi was helping me with that a good deal.

Cassie and I settled on a place and time to go for lunch and I went off back to my part of the store. Molly and the newly hired Demi were at the front desk to the row of rooms. They were also participating in 'Sweater and Skirt Day'. Demi, in a loose pink sweater and grey skirt, and Molly, in a much tighter red one with and the same grey skirt. All the clothes were from the store after all, some people were bound to match.

Demi was as good of a replacement we could have hoped to find for Molly. She was smart, organized, people pleasing, and, most importantly, knew about our double dealings. Unfortunately, she only worked Monday afternoons, Fridays, and the weekends. The rest of the time my escapades were to be done at their own risk. Sadly, with the new job at stake, I'd taken no risks over the last couple of weeks.

Demi was seated at her stool and Molly was standing next to her explaining something. They nodded and smiled at me as I walked up, but continued with their lesson.

"And just use this short cut," Molly tapped a couple buttons on the keyboard, "and you can see my room. And use this one...to see Eve's room." 

"Ok, that makes sense," Demi nodded. Molly's breasts were right at face level by Demi, and Demi was doing everything in her power to stare at the screen and not turn towards them. And Molly knew it. She was very aware of Demi's crush, and enjoyed toying with her. 

"Fantastic," Molly said, "now let's see if you can do it. I'll run back to my room and do something, and we'll see if you see it. Good luck!" Molly pecked Demi on the cheek, making Demi's naturally tanned cheeks fill with color, and ran off to her room.

I laughed and circled around the desk, standing where Molly had just been.

"There's a fresh sheet laid out in your changing room," was the first thing Demi told me.

"Thanks dear, so how's it going?" I asked Demi, "She's not toying with you too much is she?

Demi hit a couple buttons and Molly's room came up on her screen, showing Molly walk inside. 

"No, I...I kinda like it. Even if there's nothing to do about it."

"What do you mean?"

"She's seeing someone."

"Oh...right." I'd forgotten about Molly and Paula for a second. From what Molly had told me they had spoken and become exclusive. Thus Molly truly acted as a normal changing room assistant, and had picked up on it faster than anyone I had ever seen. She was quite professional. Well, besides Monday and Friday mornings, when Paula would come in and they would have their time in changing room 9. And she did take a little too long at lunch sometimes.

On the screen, the camera was located up above the door. Molly turned her back to it, put her legs together, flipped up her skirt, and bent over, giving us a good look at her ass. It was clear all she had on under there was a thong. Demi blushed harder as she hit a a few more buttons. The screen began to shift vantage points. Molly then slid her thong down, and stepped out of it. 

"How many cameras did she plant?" I asked, bewildered. 

"I don't know but there are even more in you room, and she can send a feed to our phones. But there's a kill switch that can turn them all off, here," Demi showed me all the views in my changing room that would leave little to the imagination. Then she handed me the kill switch key chain, a small black circle with a tiny red button on it. I pressed it and the screen went to static, then again and the screen came back to life. 

"I'm not sure why she needs so many, but she's the expert." I shrugged, putting it in my pocket.

Molly came running back and asked Demi what she did.

"You, um, you took off your underwear," Demi mumbled looking down. 

Molly practically jumped. "Yup! Awesome job,." Demi smiled goofily, the way one does when their crush pays them a compliment. "And you remember what to do with our used clothes right?" Demi nodded but then went wide-eyed as Molly forced her bright red thong into Demi's hand. 

At that moment Paula and Brenda entered the store, which was pretty much dead seeing as it was a Friday morning and not even close to noon.

Demi waved Paula over. "Ok, remember everything we've talked about Demi, we may need you after this." Paula showed up in a pink hoodie and jean shorts, whisking Molly away to changing room 9. 

Over the last two weeks Molly had been showing Demi all the duties that came with her job. Including the ones that involved our extracurricular activities. Which meant alerting me of potential extracurricular customers, preparing my room, helping with clean up afterwards, and more, though she had yet to be presented with a situation to apply her new knowledge. All she had done is prepare my room each day. 

Really the most graphic thing about Demi's job so far had been her conversations with Molly, where Molly had taken it upon herself to educate Demi on general sex life. They would sit on the counter at Demi's station after closing. Molly would talk and talk and Demi would listen and even take notes on her phone about the sexual conversations, but they would quickly degrade into just normal conversation each sitting. It was pretty adorable to say the least.

Brenda also came up to the counter with some clothes picked out, and I told her to go ahead to the room to try those out and that I'd be there in a moment. 

"Why aren't you going with her?" Demi asked as Brenda walked away.

"To watch the show of course," I told her with a smile. She realized what I meant and turned back to her computer. 

Molly barely had the door closed before Paula had her pressed up against it. Their lips smashed together as their hands worked up and down each others bodies. They had similar bodies, though Paula was slightly taller. 

Demi went to turn off the camera but I held her hand back. "No no sweetie, you don't turn down a free show." Demi looked nervous but she turned back and watched. I rubbed the small of her back to calm her nerves.

Molly and Paula continued to kiss sloppily. Their tongues could visibly be seen shooting out of their mouths and into their partners'. Paula put her arms around Molly's neck. Molly felt for the zipper on Paula's hoodie, groping her a few times before finally finding it and pulling it down, revealing nothing underneath.

Demi gasped as the jacket hit the floor. She rubbed her knees together and clicked the keyboard a few times to get a good vantage on Paula's small, pert breasts. I saw goosebumbs raise on her skin when Molly broke the kiss and started to unbutton Paula's shorts, and she audibly gasped when Molly yanked them down. With nothing underneath, Paula now stood there naked.

Molly now moved Paula around and pressed her against the door, feasting at Paula's neck hungrily. Paula's looked to moan in reaction. I'm not sure if anything truly came out however, no audio. 

Paula reached around to raise up Molly's skirt and squeezed her milky ass. Molly moved up to play with Paula's ear with her mouth.

As this all transpired, Demi continued to click for the best vantages. She simply watched, but I had other things in mind. My hand began to travel from the small of her back down her body. It reached her amazing, stupendous, glorious backside (if you can't tell I really love Demi's butt) and I gave it a squeeze through her skirt. 

Demi yelped and stood up, but covered it up quickly and looked around a little to make sure no one noticed. She didn't turn from the screen though. She knew she didn't want me to stop and she knew there was no way she was going to stop watching the two girls in changing room 9. 

My hand made its way down and under her skirt. Then, slowly, with my palm in full contact, made its way back up to the waist band of her underwear.

At this point Paula moved her hand around from Molly's butt to her front. Molly released the nipple she had made her way to and threw her head back in a face of relief. Paula held Molly close, whispering in her ear, as her hand began to move under Molly's skirt. Molly bit into Paula's neck and held Paula tightly, one hand on the back of her neck and one hand on her ass, to hold in the ecstasy as long as she could. She closed her eyes and her mouth seemed to say 'don't stop' as Paula continued to move her arm faster and faster. From our vantages we couldn't see under Molly's skirt though.

At this point I made my way inside the dark blue underwear. Demi face showed she was fully aware and nervous of my actions, but her eyes couldn't look away as her crush was roughly, yet sensually, fingered by Paula. My own finger made its way to Demi's rosebud, and gave it a poke on the surface. Demi's eyes widened, her body tensed, and her breathing became slightly ragged as I continued to play on the surface with it. 

Molly finally seemed to scream into Paula's chest as she almost lost her balance and came on Paula's fingers. For some reason I found it to be an especially erotic sight to have one clothed and one naked girl, and to see the naked one make the clothed one come. Although I did feel a little bad Demi wouldn't be seeing Molly naked.

Before she even seemed to be done with her orgasm Molly began to kiss Paula again and maneuvered her onto a near by stool. Paula's body made an awkward curve with her back against the wall and her legs spread wide open, but Molly was on her quickly, kissing her lips and rubbing her pussy lips with her palm.

My hand traveled back up out of Demi's skirt. I danced a finger on her lips for a moment and she let it into her mouth just as Molly put Paula's nipple into hers. Demi closed her eyes for just a moment as she sucked. I wondered if she was imagining being in Molly's place, or Paula's?

My hand with its freshly wet finger traveled back down to Demi's ass, and prodded about the surface of Demi's rosebud again. 

Finally, Molly stuck two fingers into Paula as she lavished her mouth on Paula's breasts, and I used that moment to slightly penetrate into Demi's rosebud. The combination sent Demi forward into the counter, holding it and pressing her breasts against it. She rocked forward and back ever so slightly as my finger gently poked into her rosebud, but made very little progress. Her eyes and breathing both seemed to get heavier, but she continued to watch the screen.

Paula was flailing about the stool as she was pleasured, but Molly's free hand kept her stable as her other worked Paula's pussy like the pro I'd trained myself. Paula hugged Molly's head into her chest as she began to spasm and, as always, came quickly, all over Molly's hand. 

The two stumbled over each other and onto the sheet covered floor, where they began to speak to each other. I finally stopped torturing Demi at that point and removed my finger from her and, with one more tight squeeze to her butt, my hand all together. She continued to lean on the counter breathing heavily and watching until I turned off the monitor for her and she finally put her head down. 

"Sorry about that," I smiled, not really sorry, "the job also often comes with a lot of teasing."

Demi looked up at me finally. "What was that?" She asked.

I frowned, "I thought Molly and you talked about it. And I know you like it from beh-"

"We did!" She seemed to not want to hear that she enjoyed being pleasured from behind. I could relate. Things often feel dirty saying them out loud, but when it came down to it, it was natural and wonderful. She continued. "But...but I...I just never thought it would actually feel that good. What else can you do like that?"

"You want me to show you?" I asked, smiling naughtily. She looked down.

"Oh I mean, um..." 

I laughed, "How about I show you, but not on you. Besides, the teasing is no good if I just give you some fun right after!" I winked at her and went on my way, not knowing if she had understood a word I just said, but she would. 




Changing Room Diaries Ch. 04



Walking over to my room I realized how aroused I had gotten myself. Between my teasing with Demi and watching the scene unfold with Molly, it was all quite exciting.

Just before I reached my changing room, Molly and Paula burst out of theirs. They told me they were taking lunch early and ran off, not even explaining to Demi. 

I slid my door open to reveal Brenda, wearing a simple T-shirt, hoodie, and jeans, sitting patiently on a stool, her clothes neatly folded on the chair next to her.

She stood as I entered the room. I wanted to jump her then, but decided against it. Better to slow things down and make everyone a winner.

I took a look at her before I said anything. Her hair was a little different. She usually had platinum blonde hair but today it was accentuated with brown lowlights and set similar to mine. 

Hair isn't the only noticeable thing about Brenda. She was tall, probably almost six feet tall to my 5'8, had cutely plump cheeks, but high cheekbones, and her face always seemed to look shy, even when she was comfortable.

"Hello sweetie," I smiled at her, "what've we got here today?" I walked over and poked around her stack of clothes. Some blouses, a few different sizes of the same pairs of jeans, a belt. Boring stuff mostly. But then I found two very interesting things. A sports bra and yoga pants. 

"Hmm, I'm going to need a couple things honey, why don't you start trying to figure out jeans and I'll be back in a flash!" 

With that I left the room and headed out into the main store area to find a few things. I was glad I could do this while she tried on jeans. Jeans were important, but always such a hassle to watch women try to squeeze themselves into pair after pair of denim, finally deciding to go with the one they knew they would end up with from the start. It's an exhausting, but necessary process. I can't say I don't do it as well, I would just rather not be around for it if I don't need to be. 

"Demi, come with me," I told Demi as I went back to my room. She looked confused but jogged forward to catch up and followed behind me. This was going to be fun.

"But Eve-"

"Don't worry honey the store is dead this early."

I slid the door open with emphasis. Brenda seemed to had just pulled off her shirt and jumped with fright at my sudden arrival. I couldn't help watch the top of her breasts bounce. She covered herself up, crossing her arms onto her shoulders. Demi and I walked in. Demi was blushing hard, and had her eyes fixed to the ground as I slid the door shut. Brenda started to fumble with her shirt to put it back on but I gently took it from her.

"There's no need for that sweetie, we're all acquainted here. If I remember correctly the two of you were making out and grinding up onto each other just a couple weeks ago, right?"

They both didn't say a word, just blushed and stared at their respective feet.

I laughed and moved the stool next to the door. "Anyway, Brenda, this is Demi in case you forgot. Just pretend like she's not even here." I gestured to Demi to sit on the stool. She continued to just look down.

Brenda was standing on the opposite side of the room. I walked to her and eased her into conversation as we started going through the blouses. We chit chatted about Paula and Molly for a bit. I made sure Brenda had driven here since Paula had already run off. Brenda told me that ever since Molly had come into the picture Paula and her had slowed in their sexual time together, and then stopped.

"So have you been working yourself since then?" I asked, genuinely interested as I pulled the last blouse off of her.

She glanced at Demi, who was trying very hard to pretend like she wasn't listening. "No."

I was surprised, "Why not?"

"I don't...I don't really like to. It feels weird."

"I know what you mean sweetie but sometimes you just gotta."

"I guess..."

I frowned. That would mean, unless she had been with someone else, Brenda hadn't had any real fun since...well probably since she was last in my changing room a couple weeks ago.

"Well, anyway," I said changing the topic, "lets try this on now!" 

I pulled black sports bra with neon yellow trim Brenda had picked out and set it on top of the pile. Approaching her, I reached around her body and slowly unhooked her bra, making sure to have my breath linger on her neck as I did. 

When I pulled away, taking her bra with me, Brenda's eye's were half closed. I thought about I should really get this girl some relief, but it could wait just a bit longer. 

Demi was trying not to stare at Brenda's large breasts. Demi was a boob girl, through and through, but they were quite the sights. Both angled slightly outward as larger breasts tend to be, with very big, areolas about the diameter of an average mug, and little nipples right in their centers that were already hard. 

I handed Brenda the sports bra and she began to put it on. Demi's staring became more and more obvious as Brenda put piece over her head and adjusted it onto her breasts. I almost frowned, seeing them condensed in such a way.

I then picked up the black yoga pants and flung them over my shoulder. Without a word I crouched down, at face level with Brenda's crotch, and started to undo her form her jeans. She looked up at the ceiling as if to try and not embarrass me. I slid her out of her pants, inching them down slowly to let Demi get her look in. Sure they had seen each other naked before, but that went by so quickly, straight into the sex, they didn't really get to see each other. And seeing a dessert before eating it can really help build up the suspense.

Eventually though, I had to get the pants off of Brenda. She looked down at me finally as I started to get her into the yoga pants, sliding them all the way up with a snap onto her waist, and giving her butt a couple of playful taps when they were set. That alone made breathe in a little with pleasure.

I walked back over near Demi and reached for a box within the stack of items I had brought to the room, sliding it on the ground to Brenda. She opened it producing a pair of socks and shoes, that matched perfectly with her outfit. With a shy smile she sat down and put them on quickly. She stood and admired herself in the mirror, from her bra, along her exposed tummy, and down her legs. I also suggested to her to put her hair in a ponytail for a more accurate look and she complied. 

"Brenda dear, why don't you have a seat," I said, breaking her out of her self admiration. I began to rummage through the rest of what I brought and threw some to Demi. "Part of my job is to model clothes for you, since it's hard to tell sometimes just by looking in the mirror. I saw Brenda's face begin to realize that Demi and I were holding exactly what she was wearing in our sizes. She had a seat without a word.

Demi realized too. "Oh, Eve, I'm...what? I don't think I can-" 

Before Demi could continue I reached my hand into her long black hair, around the back of her head, and gently guided her face to mine for a kiss. It was a soft kiss. Our lips pressed together with ease as she puckered into it, and released with very little tension after. When it was over her eyes remained closed for a few seconds. 

I looked back to Brenda. Her legs had seemed to unconsciously open wide in her chair. I looked down to her open legs, then back up to her, and winked, hoping she would get the message.

Demi finally opened her eyes when I started to unzip her skirt. I made care to make sure Demi was facing Brenda, so as to not give Brenda a look at Demi's butt just yet and so that Brenda would have to muster serious confidence for what I wanted her to do. 

I dropped Demi's skirt to the ground, revealing her dark blue panties.. She began to reach for her pants but I stopped her.

"I got it sweetie, don't worry."

I quickly got Demi's shoes off of her, but instead of putting on her pants, I decided to undress her further. Demi resisted for a moment, so I kissed her again, slightly harder, with a flick of her lips with my tongue as I left. There was no resistance as I began to tug her sweater, and the top underneath it, off together. 

"How did you know these are my sizes?" She asked as I did this. I wondered if it was a sort of halfway attempt to get out of the situation. For a girl who had taken it so far just a couple weeks ago, she was quick to go back to shyness, but I understood. It was one thing to fool around, it's another to fool around at work.

"Oh you know, I've been doing this a while," I told her. In reality I just brought Molly's sizes and hoped they would fit, but I wasn't going to let her know that.

It seemed that with every inch that Demi's top moved up, Brenda's hand was getting closer and closer to her legs, and by the time Demi was standing in her bra and panties, Brenda's hand was on top of her sex over the tight pants. She was close, but I had to keep going, so I gave Demi a similar treatment I had given Brenda, reaching around her to unhook her bra. As it came off, Demi covered herself up immediately. I think she was shy about the size of her breasts compared to Brenda's, but they suited her more lithe figure. I was about to kiss Demi again as a way to relax her but then something stopped me. 

Brenda let out a long 'mmmmm'.

I looked in the mirror and saw Brenda squeezing her sex through her pants. She stared right at Demi's chest, and it was the factor that allowed Demi to have the confidence to drop her hands. As Demi exposed herself, Brenda moved her hand inside her pants. It was all I could do not to yell 'there you go!' back at her.

I could have dressed Demi at this point, but I figured now that I finally had Brenda going, why rush? So I began to strip myself down as well. Slowly, stitch by stitch. My skirt. My shoes. My socks. My sweater. My top. And finally, my bra hit the floor. 

Brenda was rubbing herself slowly now, moaning as she stretched the tight black fabric, watching Demi and I as we began to dress ourselves. Somehow, she still managed to look shy, even in the most overt of sexual acts.

I pulled Demi's hair, and subsequently my own, into a ponytail after we put our pants on, just to give Brenda one last lingering look at our breasts. Then we both submitted our breasts to the cages, albeit very useful cages, that were the sports bras. Finally, with the shoes, we all were in matching outfits. 

For a moment both of them stared at me. It was quite flattering. I had been missing the gym lately between the new work and time with Cassie, but it was nice to see the workout clothes still flattered my body.

Facing Brenda I asked, "So, how does it look?" She seemed to remember herself in this moment, and stopped rubbing her sex, pulling out her hand. It was glistening with her pent up desire. She was silent.

"You know," I continued, "sometimes it's good to see things from different angles. Demi, please do as I do."

I turned my back to Brenda and got on my knees. Then I bent over onto all fours, my knees and elbows, angling my body in a steady incline from my head to my ass, right at Brenda. Demi hesitated for a moment, but then did the same, getting on her knees and elbows to my right. The sight was enough to put Brenda's hand back into her pants. She began to moan as she looked at us, but before she could go further I spoke up again.

"Wait sweetie, make sure you like the fabric's texture too. Come feel." I could hear how silly I sounded, but Brenda was filled with lust, and agreed instantly. She rose from her chair and walked to us, dropped onto her knees, and reached her hand out to touch the fabric. Right on Demi's butt.

At first it was just her finger tips, but soon enough Brenda was using her whole palm to caress Demi's ass. Her left hand eventually made it up to start doing the same to my butt. She even gave us a squeeze or two, eliciting a small, quick squeak form Demi.

"Don't forget the bra honey," I told her. In reaction Brenda positioned herself against me, her crotch touching my ass as if she were a man trying to take me, and leaned over my whole body. I shifted from my elbows to my hands as her weight pressed down on me. I felt her breasts on my back and realized she had pulled up her bra and let them hang free under it. Her hands reached around and fully groped my globes above the sports bra. We both exhaled in pleasure at the interaction. 

She got off of me and did the same to Demi, who tilted her head down and clenched her teeth trying to stifle her moans as Brenda squeezed her breasts a few times, pulled the bra up and squeezing them bare a few more times, and then finally letting up. 

I was about to give another fun instruction, but I felt her hands on me once more. Looking up in the mirror, I watched Brenda's face as she took my pants and pulled them down, slowly, stopping them with the waistband at my mid-thigh. She looked at me hungrily, shyly, and curiously. Like a child entering a candy shop, but not knowing if he was allowed to have any. Again Brenda gave Demi the same treatment and sat back, audibly gasping at the two asses in front of her, and confused as to what to do next. I could tell play time was over.

"Demi," I said, "you can leave us."

Demi looked at me in horror, and Brenda seemed disappointed too. 

"Go please, that'll be all, thank you for helping. You can use room nine to change back into your clothes." Demi looked distraught, but nevertheless pulled up her pants, took her clothes, and left. I felt bad having to make her leave, but it was all part of a lesson she needed to learn. I'd explain it to her soon.

With Demi gone, Brenda sat in behind me and stared at my ass. She reached her hands up and plopped them down onto my cheeks, beginning to shake them up and down. After a little while of this she spread my cheeks and we were like that for quite some time. I simply waited patiently for what was coming, or at least what I hoped was coming. And then I felt it. Her wet finger on my rosebud, toying with it. Her other hand went back into her pants as she did, and she began to move her hips against it as she slid the tip of her finger inside me. 

"Mmmm," I moaned, but her moans were much, much louder. The shy girl was quite the noise maker.

I watched her as she awkwardly tried to finger my rosebud and herself simultaneously. Though she was making me feel good, and I was very aroused, I couldn't let this be how she broke her dry spell. It would be disappointing. 

I suddenly jerked away from her. She looked concerned for a moment before I turned and all but tackled her, diving my face into her breasts and lying her flat on the floor. I sucked an areola into my mouth and pulled upwards as I yanked her pants down to mid-thigh just like mine. Her breast stretched up with my mouth until finally falling out and popping back into place, making Brenda shriek with delight. 

I grabbed her hands and interlocked our fingers, holding them in place above her head as I looked into her eyes. 

I gave her one, long, kiss. One moment of peace where we both let our mouths morph together and our tongues swim together in harmony before slowly pulling away. I looked down at her for a moment. The shy, flushed girl was looking at me with nothing but eagerness. It was time to comply. 

I had managed to kick off my shoes, and now I did the same with my pants as I slid off the blonde and got her to turn around and get up on her knees. I threw off my bra, leaving me naked besides socks, and pressed my body and breasts against her back, reaching around and roughly massaging her breasts in my hands, making her squeal in delight, especially as I rolled her nipples in my fingers.

I finally pushed her down to her hands, her ass jutting to me as mine had been to her. 

I wasted no time. I gave her no moment to prepare. I simply turned to the camera that I knew was above the door, winked very quickly to Demi who I knew was watching, and shoved my face into Brenda. My tongue found her rosebud, and began to lick it up and down.

"Oh my god," she inhaled. She began to move back into me with desire for more, so I pointed my tongue and stuck it forward to probe more. 

My hands then found her sex. I used my thumb and slowly entered her with it, with my other four fingers below rubbing at her lips and clit. This motion continued for what couldn't have been more than two minutes. I was frantic, so excited and so hungry to make this girl come. And if I was frantic, Brenda was absolutely crazy. She screamed with ear shattering volume and shut her eyes tight as I worked my hand and mouth on her. Her body was trembling, her hands gave out and she simply had her full cheek on the floor supporting her as she yelled more and more and more and more until she went quiet.

Brenda shot back up onto her hands and opened her eyes. Her mouth let out a soundless scream for a split second, until, 

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!" 

I honestly don't even know if Molly's work on the room's soundproofing could handle the volume Brenda let out as she shrieked and screamed. If you were to see her face it would look as though she was in incredible distress. 

"FUCK . FUCK. FUCK. OH MY GOD. FUCK." She yelled. 

Her body seemed to fight back against me as she rode her orgasm. She fell to the side, but I fell with her, never letting up my assault. Her juices were flooding my hand. She began to turn even more onto her back and I had to leave her rosebud, so my mouth went to her pussy and she began to scream even louder, something I didn't think was possible. One hand held the wall and the other her own breast as she finally began to calm down and she gently tried to push me away, indicating she had reached a limit. I crawled back and turned/fell onto my back, panting. My face was covered in evidence of Brenda's fun, and my own pussy was aching with desire, but we both just laid there.

The room felt hot with sex. Only the low hum of the ionizer could be heard for the minute or two we laid there.

"Oh no!" I finally heard from her. She sat up, "I'm so late! Um, Eve, this was um, you um..."

A voice in my head yelled, "Noooo!"

I was disappointed as I realized there would be no reciprocation, but I managed to laugh it off, "Sweetie you don't have to say anything, just say you had fun."

She smiled. "I had fun. Do you think I can like, order stuff and pick it up later?"

I nodded and she put everything she wanted on the chair. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to have Demi come in and clean you up?" I asked as she got dressed. 

"No I really have to go, but thanks."

I peaked out the door as she ran off and awkwardly nodding at Demi before she left.

I laid back onto the ground against the sheet. Covering myself with clothes. I reached for my skirt and pulled out the kill switch, pressing it once. Demi had seen all she was going to see for now. Also, quick side note, skirts with pockets are the greatest inventions in the history of mankind.

Laying their I looked over at the chair Brenda had left her clothes in. There were two blouses, a pair of jeans, and, most satisfyingly, yoga pants, a sports bra, and a pair of shoes. 

The sight made my hand wander to my pussy, eager for attention, but I stopped myself. I try to hold off on self pleasure usually, to make the time with others better. Although, in hindsight, that is a little hypocritical of me.

I laid there for a while, probably about twenty minutes. All the stress of life ans mostly work came flooding back into my mind. Finally I resolved that I needed to get on with the day. 

Looking around more, I realized the room and I were a mess. I could always have had Demi come clean me, fix up the room, and lay out a new sheet, but I thought against it. I'm sure it may seem quite confusing the way I've been treating Demi, it's best explained with what Molly told Demi her first day.




Changing Room Diaries Ch. 04



"You are our guard. I know what we do looks like fun, but it's also dangerous in a few ways, we need you to be alert at all times or else we could all get into a lot of trouble, understand?" She had told her.

This philosophy was one Molly had created while she worked the front desk as a way to keep herself in check, and it worked. So it was a philosophy we were employing on Demi. Sometimes it was hard, other times quite fun.

So I got some fresh underwear from the floor compartment, laid out a new sheet, and dealt with the heap of clothes left behind. I was carrying them to the back room behind Demi's desk when I noticed something where we kept our discarded clothes. I leaned down and picked it up.

I returned from the back room and leaned forward on my elbows on Demi's desk, way closer than I should have been for societal standards of personal space, and one of my hands clenched shut. Atop her stool, Demi shifted uncomfortably but smiled.

"Is there something you need Eve?" she asked politely. I opened my hand, dropping out a scrunched up pair of blue panties onto the desk. The same ones she had been wearing earlier that day.

Demi went wide eyed and she snatched up the underwear, shoving it into a drawer and looking around to see if anyone had seen the exchange. She looked at me as if to say something, but didn't seem to find the words.

"You know Demi," I teased, "it's awfully unprofessional not to wear underwear to work. I thought differently of you." She looked so hurt even though I had said it with intense sarcasm. 

"No! I am, I promise!" She insisted. 

I continued with my teasing, tilting my head, "Oh really, prove it."

Demi looked surprised and for a moment was motionless, but then got off the stool and began to move to the back room. I held her arm back and shook my head with a sly smile. She looked forward at the store, it was somewhat busy, definitely a few people who could see us. Though the desk was quite tall (hence the stool instead of a chair) so even the tallest of customers probably couldn't see anything below our breasts, but Demi wasn't one to take risks.

She looked to our left to all the changing rooms and found the hall was empty. Finally she sat down on the floor, in the corner of the 'L' shape of the desk, and lifted up her skirt to show me what I was expecting, Molly's bright red thong.

As she rose I asked her, "Now why ever would you be wearing that?"

Demi blushed. "I-I didn't know if I could take anything else, so it was my only choice."

"But why did you need to change sweetie?" 

She looked at me with embarrassment as if to say "Are you really going to make me say it?". And yes, I was, I liked hearing it.

"Well, umm, earlier when you were touching me they got sort of...wet." She said the last word almost inaudibly. 

"Oh really, that's it?" I asked her.

"Yeah."

"Then why did you still have them on when you were in the room with Brenda and I?"

Demi swallowed trying to keep her face normal, but I knew I'd caught her in a lie, something she probably wasn't very used to doing. 

"Um, well," she started. She smiled uneasily and started to organize some papers on the desk aimlessly to avoid my eye contact, but I stayed focused on her, "I just hadn't had time at that point to change." 

I smiled. Not a bad try, but she definitely had the time.

I leaned in close to her ear and whispered slowly, "Where'd you do it?"

Her eyes closed and she sighed realizing I had her figured out. She kept her eyes down. 

"Here," she whispered back. Maybe she was one to take risks...

I smiled triumphantly, pulling her stool back over to us and helping myself to a seat there. I put my elbows together on the table and rested my chin on my palms, looking at Demi the way a child did watching his favorite cartoon.

"Tell me about it. In detail."

Demi pushed her hair back nervously, still not able to look at me. She looked out into the store and glanced behind me to see if anyone was even remotely nearby. 

"Well I was here, and you were with Brenda and I was watching and I started to...to touch myself?" She said the last part as if it was a question.

I laughed, "I said detail sweetie, describe the whole situation to me. Your thoughts, your sensations, how it felt, everything." 

She exhaled and inhaled deeply, trying to suck courage out of the air. 

"Well," she started, whispering, "you sent me out of the room and I went into room nine to change back into my sweater and skirt. Then I came back here and, well, watched you two. I...I really liked watching it." She smiled slightly and paused.

"Keep going honey," I told her, "you're doing great." 

"Well I was watching and I found myself getting really, you know, happy...down there. And no one was around and the store was completely empty I promise! So I took my phone-"

"Your phone?" I asked, thinking I had misheard.

"Yeah. I took my phone and used its edge to um, slide up and down." 

"Up and down your pussy lips?"

Demi blushed as if I had just ripped her clothes off.

"Yeah," she said, still looking down. Every so often she would glance at me, but most of the time he eyes remained downcast or scanning the area for eavesdroppers. 

"Try to say it sweetie."

She swallowed. "I slid it up and down my...my pussy lips." There was a 'slide to unlock' joke in there somewhere, but I let it pass.

"But my underwear was still on!" She clarified, "I was just sorta doing it on top of them." I nodded for her to continue.

"So I started doing that and it felt, well pretty nice. I...I wanted you to touch it earlier when you were touching me, so when it finally go touched I was pretty happy. I moved it slowly at first while I watched you guys, and it started to get really hot, so I brought my skirt up to my hips and um, spread my legs a bit more. Then I kept doing it, just up and down slowly while I watched you guys. But one time I slid up a little too far and it felt really good like near the top."

"Your clit." I said.

Demi nodded. "Yeah my...my clit." I was happy she got it out without my coaxing. "So I started to just do it up there with the phone but really gently. When I was firm it was just...too much you know?" I nodded. "So I put my phone on the counter and I used my hand on it instead."

"How did that feel?" I asked.

"Good."

"I'm going to need a little more than that dear."

"Um, very good?" I laughed but looked at her expecting more.

She circled her hair behind her ear, thinking. "It was like, all my attention was so focused on my hand and my...my clit, like nothing else really mattered except for those two fingers and what they were doing to me, you know?" I just nodded and smiled.

"I kept doing that in a up and down like this," she showed me on the desk, running her middle and ring finger up and down, "but then I changed it to a little circles like this, and that felt better."

I almost giggled. Demi had tons of natural talent and had already been involved in a lot, so it was easy to forget how truly inexperienced she was. 

"So I kept doing that, and eventually I went inside the underwear and did it while I watched. It was, well it was sort of less satisfying than being with one of you guys, but I still felt good doing it. Like I was pressing a magic happy button." I laughed, which seemed to give her some confidence.

"So I rubbed and rubbed there and then you had Brenda on her knees in front of you and I...well I imagined being her. And when I did that my eyes closed and I got really close so I rubbed faster and I...I um, had an orgasm."

"How was it?" 

"It was really nice. It had been a while since my last one, last time in that room with you guys, so it lasted kinda a long time. It was like my um, my pussy was holding all these little pleasure shots back. And then when I, you know, orgasmed, it released them all over my body. It was really hard not to make any noise. I kinda leaned forward and buried my face into my arm and bit my finger to stop myself. But I was breathing really heavily and sort of rocking back and forth on the stool while the orgasm lasted, because I wouldn't stop moving my fingers on myself. When it was finally over my underwear was kinda messy and I felt uneasy so I changed." She finally seemed open about it.

"Right into Molly's undies," I joked. I regretted it immediately when this made her all coy and flushed again. "Well, that was quite the story, thank you dear I really enjoyed it. Tell me though, when you were imagining yourself in Brenda's place, did you imagine someone else in my place, or was it me?"

She started to stutter through and answer telling me she didn't really think about it, but I held my hand up to stop her and told her I was joking. Besides, I knew in her imagination it was her on the floor in Brenda's place, and Molly behind her in mine.

"Let's not do that again at work ok? We want you alert." Really we just liked to tease her, and it was more fun if she didn't get herself off.

She looked sad, "Sorry! It won't happen again I swear!"

I laughed and rubbed her back, "Don't worry honey it's not a bid deal I was just letting you know." I tried to change the subject. "So Why didn't you put a finger inside yourself?" I asked her.

Demi thought for a moment. "I don't know, I guess it just feels weird to me."

I nodded, "I get that but it's good to know what you like, it can make for your time with other people to be better in more ways than one. Just make sure your nails are trimmed before you do. Anyways, I should be getting back to work. If you have the opportunity, I'm sure Molly would love to here that story too." I left Demi with that, blushing and checking out her nails. 

I started receiving a steady stream of customers trying to draw up a streak of sales. I didn't really take breaks much the way I used to before the promotion. There were small sort-of managerial tasks to take care of, always some form of paperwork to be filed, and to be quite honest, I didn't like Demi seeing me be so lazy this early in her working here. 

At one point I was with a customer and someone began loudly banging on my door. I apologized to her and crept outside to see what was the matter.

Outside was Vanessa, another changing room assistant. To be completely honest, Vanessa could be quite the handful. Over the year she had been with us we'd received complaints about her numerous times for being 'loud', 'obnoxious', and generally 'uninterested' in her duties. Yet, at the same time, she had more sales than most people. In fact, each month, either Vanessa or myself were the top sellers. Still, I often wondered why Ms. Raquel kept her around as she tended to be off putting, which could deter repeat customers.

"Eve, we gotta talk," she said before I even had the door shut. Her voice was high pitched, almost squeaky.

"Sure thing, but can it wait? I'm with a customer."

"No, it cannot," she snapped back at me. She was probably 5'2 at the most, but my goodness was she intimidating. Her face had a shrewd look to it, like one of those mean teachers you have in elementary school. Complete with skin that, though it was nice, was just a step above perfectly tanned from a little too long in a tanning bed. 

"Ok, well try to be quick please," I said in most polite tone I could muster.

"Yeah whatever," she rolled her eyes and popped her hip out as she spoke. "Look, I don't know what's up with the lunch schedule lately. Every time I try to go, the little chink girl at the counter tells me I can't, cause too many people are out already. No disrespect to her, she does good at the job, but damn I need some structure. Why'd ya even get the promotion otherwise?!"

I rubbed my temples. There were so many things wrong with her statement, but the point she was trying to get across was right. Each morning you were supposed to come in and sign up for an hour of time during the day you wanted to take off for lunch, and it was usually pretty civil and people were quite forthcoming if you told them you needed a certain time that day. But Tanya had been in charge of it, and Tanya was gone.

"Yeah ok," I said, forcing a smile, "I'll handle it, thank you Vanessa."

"Oh one more thing," she said before I could escape, "I know you and mama's girl are like buddies, but she's taking way to long at lunch, she was gone like two and a half hours today!"

I sighed. This actually was a problem. I would usually doubt this of Molly, she was usually so hard working, and Vanessa and she had butted heads before, but recently she had been getting a little too relaxed about her lunch breaks. 

"Ok, I'll talk to her," I told Vanessa. Without a word she turned and strutted off. If Molly was there she would have probably flipped up her middle finger to the woman, or muttered an insult under her breath. 'Fake tits', 'real housewife', and 'gold digger' were usually her go to comments. They were harsh but Vanessa was certainly the kind of woman I could see on one of those reality shows. Though, to her credit, based on their bounce, her breasts weren't fake, just incredibly large. 'Tits on a stick' was the only phrase Molly threw at her that could be considered somewhat flattering. It was true, everything about Vanessa was straight and narrow. Her super straight brown hair, her body, everything but the huge globes protruding from her chest. 

Before I could reenter changing room 10 my customer decided it was time to leave. I tried to persist but she simply thanked me, and went on her way. She did buy one item but I doubt I was getting her to come back any time soon.

I reentered the room and sat for a moment, waiting for the next customer. It was always relaxing, in a way, to be in my changing room. No matter how stressed I got in this room I was the queen, I had control, and no one ever changed that. Well, there was Ms. Vega, but I was done with her.

The rest of the day trudged on until lunch it was time for lunch with Cassie. I was more nervous about my under the table activities these days ever since my promotion. Also, most day Ms. Raquel was almost never here after 11, unlike today, and I wanted to be available for any questions Molly or Demi may have on their new jobs.

As I left for lunch, Molly was sitting outside her room.

"Taking a break?" I asked. 

"No, I'm just fetching clothes." She responded. Lots of times people elected not to have their changing room assistant help them. It was a welcome break at some times, and other times just boring.

"How was lunch?" Molly had take a two and a half hour lunch break. I didn't want to, but I had to address it.

"It was good, we saw a movie."

"It was a little too long though, wasn't it?"

"Yeah but, I mean, you take breaks all the time." She said defensively. 

"Yes, but you still need to put in a certain number of sales a week sweetie. And now that we're both working at least one of us needs to be alert at all times. We have more to lose now, we have to be more careful."

Molly pouted but nodded, "Yeah, yeah you're right."

Now I felt bad, I pulled up a seat next to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. "Hey it's fine, don't feel bad. You like her, I get it, you're going to do things that are a little risky."

"You mean dumb."

"I mean risky. Just communicate with me, and everything will run like clockwork. Besides, you're the smart one here."

"Sorry. Gosh, you ever say something and realize how whiny you sound like two seconds later?" 

I laughed, "Don't worry about it."

Molly forced half a smile. "So, how'd it go this morning after I left?" she asked, glancing at Demi.

"She's wearing you're thong as we speak." 

Molly pumped her fist. "Yes, I knew it would work!" 

Molly and I had been chatting one day about teasing Demi and somehow the idea of getting her to knowingly wear Molly's underwear came up. So we had concocted a scheme knowing it was a long shot, but all the pieces fell into place and it worked out. It was a silly game, but Molly and I had been working late together with our new assignments the night we came up with it, and were in need of some distraction. 

I stood to take my leave, "Yup, you called it. Like I said sweetie, you're the smart one. Remember to kill your camera though, she's seen enough for now."

As I left the store Vanessa bumped into me, seemingly on her way back from lunch. "Better make sure no one else is out too," she said snidely, walking into the store. I rubbed my temples again. I thought about how maybe this promotion wasn't a good idea, but then stopped myself. For one thing, that's just a bad way of thinking, and another, I technically didn't even have the promotion yet. My trip to Missouri and the Ninth Street store would determine that. 

I saw Cassie by my car and the weight on me seemed to get a little lighter. We always had fun together. 

I tossed her my keys. "Can you drive?" 

She just nodded and smiled, "Sure thing." We got in the car and headed out. "Rough day?" She asked as we started. 

I turned my whole body to curl up in the seat facing her. My skirt rode up slightly as I brought my legs up onto the seat. "Yeah, just one of those days that's a lot, you know?"

"Aw, I'm sorry," she said and reached her right hand over to me and rubbed my knee up down for comfort. When she was done she left it there, resting on my thigh. It made me smile. 

"How about you?" I asked. 

Looking up, I saw Cassie's face begin to smile a little. She had a great smile, and the sun was hitting her in a way that made her violet eyes sparkle and her hair shine like a halo.

"Well I kinda feel bad saying this after that, but it's been great. I booked two new events at The Loving Heart, Ms. Raquel doesn't really have me doing much but I'm staying all day, and now I'm getting lunch with you." That last part made me smile, maybe even blush.

We pulled into the restaurant as I told her about some of my disturbances during the day, twisting the details as far as some of the more scandalous activities went. I liked Cassie, but some things had to stay secret.

We got to a little salad place near the store. I wasn't really feeling a salad but Cassie convinced me. 

"When you get to my age the food you eat becomes even more important. I like keeping you interested," she said. When she made comments like that it reminded me that the woman had over 10 years on me. Sure, looking at us, it could be seen that she was older, but by five, maybe six years, not 14. And her personality made her seem even younger than me sometimes. 

We went inside and stared up at the menu trying to figure out our orders, but I realized I had forgotten my phone in the car and ran back to get it. By the time I returned Cassie was already seated in the corner booth and waved me over. I dropped my purse and told her I'd be right back after I ordered.

"No need Evey, I ordered for you," she said before I could go. She had never called me Evey before. In fact she had never bought my food for me before. I started to feel like I was on a date. A few butterflies formed in my stomach.

Stupidly, I reached into my wallet to pay her back. She laid her hand on mine, "Hey what're you doing? It's just a salad, put that away!"

I sort of stumbled through another attempt at repaying her, and then an apology, all of which she just laughed off.

"So what're these events you've managed to book?" I asked her to save face. At about the same time our salads arrived.

"Oh, I was actually going to ask you about that cause you can come to one if you want." She said between bites. It was funny how big of bites she took of her food.

I was confused, "Really? Which one? Why?" I poked around and started to eat some but I wasn't really feeling the salad. 

"Well there's this award ceremony thing happening. I won't bore you with details but the store sponsors them and Ms. Raquel is expected to go as our representative, but I'm pretty sure she's gonna pass it off to someone else. I could suggest you."




Changing Room Diaries Ch. 05



Author's Note: As promised, here is chapter 5, a very direct continuance of chapter 4. And, as always, I love to hear from you guys in any way, so feel free to write me. Hope you enjoy! 

Chapter 5: Take Off

I was honestly expecting Ms. Vega's home to be massive. It wasn't small by any respect, but it wasn't it's own gated mansion either. It was simply a large posh house in the suburbs. I had never thought about Ms. Vega as an actual human being, but I realized there's a high probability she has a family considering she was probably in her early 40s. 

We parked and approached the house. Molly and Paula were wearing equally casually clothes as myself.

The door opened and before us stood Arey. The pale beauty stood in a professional black suit jacket and skirt and with her trademark dark eye shadow and mascara. She smiled.

"Hello again Eve," she said.

"You know her?" Molly asked me. We began to walk inside,

"Not really, we just go to the same gym." That wasn't entirely accurate, but I still didn't appreciate being duped by the woman.

She shook hands with Molly and Paula, learning their names. "I'm Audrey, but my friends call me Arey."

Molly looked around the big foyer, "Good to know Audrey. Now where is she?"

"Right this way," Arey said, ushering us into a large room next to the entry. 

The room was lavish. There was a large plush sofa across from a elegant chair, clearly meant for Ms. Vega. 

Arey motioned for us to sit on the sofa. I sat In the middle, and Molly and Paula squeezed to my left as Arey took the space on my right. 

We waited in silence as the fireplace across from us and a yard or two behind the elegant chair crackled. 

Finally footsteps started sounding behind us and Ms. Vega entered from behind and circled around us to get to her seat. She was dressed in a long dark purple dress, hugging her body and matching her lips. If I didn't know any better it was the same type Tanya had been wearing the day before, except a different color. 

She walked in silence, but her eyes immediately found me and didn't let go. I swallowed and blinked for a moment to build up some courage, and then stood. I knew her game. She wanted us seated and for her to walk in, displaying herself as above us, but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. 

We held eye contact as she walked to her seat with a smug grin. Never have I wanted a person to trip more. But she found her seat with ease and took it. Only when she was settled in and her legs were crossed did I sit back down.

"Audrey," she said, finally breaking our staring contest and looking to her employee. I would find out later Arey was her personal assistant, "where is my perrita?"

Arey stood, "In her cage m'am, I just had her bathed. Shall I get her?" Ms. Vega just nodded and turned her face back to me as Arey left the room.

"So, whore, I see you brought friends. I don't recall allowing that." She was still using the name she had given me a couple weeks ago, before I knew who she really was. Molly was about to say something in retaliation, but I squeezed her hand to stop her.

"I don't have much time Vega," I told her, "and they're here for my protection."

She chuckled, "Oh my wonderful little whore, if I wanted to use you, these two couldn't stop me." She looked to them. "The bitch's daughter and whoever this welp is? You'll have to do better than that." It would appear she new exactly who Molly was and Paula was just some wildcard she paid no mind too. And her nickname for Ms. Raquel was 'the bitch'. Ms. Vega just got more and more unpleasant.

And yet, she maintained a certain allure.

"Shut the fuck up and tell us what you want?" Molly blurted out. Ms. Vega wasn't phased, she just looked back to me.

"I must commend you for standing whore. Don't think I didn't notice. Have you been feeling more aggressive lately? Wanting to dominate some people in that little changing room of yours. Denying women of their come and using them? I bet you have been. You're just like me, that's why I like you." 

Demi was the first thing that came to mind. But no, that was just mindless teasing and fun. I was nothing like Ms. Vega.

Before we could say anything Ms. Vega looked behind us. "Ahh there she is, Perrita." We all turned our heads to see Arey walking back in, holding what looked to be a rope? No. A leash. 

The black leash was attached to none other than Tanya. She was crawling on her hands and knees as Arey and her approached Ms. Vega. The leash was maybe 7 feet long and at the end spread apart into a flogger.

She seemed to be wearing the same white dress she had been the day before, except it had gone through some alterations. The entire midsection was gone along with everything on her right side until her waist, exposing one white bra covered breast. It hadn't been cut neatly either, it was torn.

Arey left her by Ms. Vega's left side. Tanya got on her knees and sat back on her heels, twisting her neck a little at the uncomfortable white collar and keeping her eyes down away from our contact.

I couldn't help but stare and Molly did the same. In a mixture of shock, horror, and interest. We had worked with Tanya for a long time and now to see her like this? I looked over to Paula to see if she was alright but she actually just looked curious with the whole situation.

"Come here perrita," Ms. Vega said tapping her lap, "I want a taste." Tanya got back on her hands and knees and moved forward, turned right in front of Ms. Vega, and sprung up on her knees the way a small dog jumps on its owner when they enter the house. 

Ms. Vega bent a little into her lap where Tanya's face now was and slowly licked Tanya's face up from jawbone to hairline. 

"Open," she then said, and Tanya opened her mouth about an inch. Ms. Vega traced her tongue, from side to side along my former coworker' mouth, starting it at the corner, letting it fall inside the mouth, and then stopping at the other corner. Then she suddenly gave Tanya a tight slap across the face sending her off her lap and down onto the ground. 

Tanya was now parallel to our couch She turned left to look at Ms. Vega as she got back on all fours, wondering why she had been struck and whimpering from the blow. That, and Ms. Vega was now using her back as her own personal foot rest.

"Audrey please shut her up," Ms. Vega commanded. Arey reappeared from the corner of the room and pulled up her skirt a little. She reached under and pulled down her black underwear, stepping out of it. She crouched by Tanya who began to protest, but Arey shoved the ball of panties into Tanya's mouth, gagging her. Then laid the leash on Ms. Vega's lap and disappeared again into the corner's shadows. 

"Vega, this is all very scary, but can I just hear your offer, I have to be out of here soon," I said. 

Ms. Vega removed her legs from Tanya's back and sat up on the edge of her chair. She put her left hand in Tanya's hair and began to pet her head softly. Her right hand went to Tanya's ass and pulled up her dress, exposing her white panties. Tanya had recently lost a lot of weight but, unfortunately, a lot had come from her boobs resulting in a sort of bottom heavy look. She had small-ish breasts and nice thick legs. 

Those legs were exposed as Ms. Vega pet Tayna's head and caressed her ass. But then, in typical Ms. Vega fashion, things got worse. She reached in deep and got a tight hold on Tanya's hair and gave Tanya a tight spanking, before taking the leash and hair combo and roughly pulling Tanya up to her knees and facing us on the couch. 

"Mmmpphhhh!" Tanya's muffled cries of pain could be heard quite loudly through the gag. Ms. Vega laid her head on Tanya's shoulder. Tanya had tears in her eyes and I could see her fumble in her mouth with the panties. Her arms were free but she didn't make a move to escape or retaliate in anyway. Clearly this wasn't her first rodeo. 

"It would appear Eve doesn't like your offers perrita," Ms. Vega gave Tanya's hair another tight yank so Tanya would stop making noise, "take off your underwear." 

Tanya stood and took off the white underwear, then returned to her knees. I doubt any of us didn't notice the wet spot left on them as she handed them backward to Ms. Vega, who held them to her face for a moment. 

"Such a slut," Ms. Vega mused, "now the dress, slide it down perrita." Tanya obeyed and slid the one existing strap of the dress off her shoulder and let it fall. Ms. Vega threw the bra off shortly after leaving Tanya in nothing but the bunched up dress tightly wound up at her mid section and her matching leash. Her body was even through out, not a tan line in sight. Her circular, small breasts had dark, small nipples, centered in small areolas, that quickly hardened once her bra came off. They reminded me a bit of Cassie's, except closer together and, obviously, were a much darker tone. 

Ms. Vega threw Tanya back down onto her hands and needs, her face pointed to us and ass to Ms. Vega. She took the flogger on the end of the whip and sent it down on Tanya's ass hard. WHAP. Tanya yelped out in pain through her gag. I wanted to get up and help her, but at the same time part of me wanted to see the woman who had been berating me for weeks get punished. 

Finally Ms. Vega looked back up at me. "There is no new offer Eve, just a question. Will you take the job with Alice Industries?" 

"Of course not."

Ms. Vega smiled deviously and nodded before picking the whip up and sending it down. 

WHAP WHAP WHAP. It came down three times. Each time Tanya yelled louder. A tear fell down her cheek with a little mascara. 

"Will you take the job?" Ms. Vega asked again, coldly.

I looked at her with confusion. "What? No! Is this all you're gonna do, is this the only reason we're here?"

Ms. Vega didn't answer, just whipped. WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP. Six times that time. Tanya was started to drool out of her gag slightly, so Ms. Vega yanked her up by the hair and pulled out the drenched panties. She whispered into Tayna's ear. 

"Eve," Tanya said, shakily, conveying Ms. Vega's words, "will you take the job?" Ms. Vega then shoved Tanya's own underwear into her mouth and threw her back down.

I hesitated, but let out a soft "no". 

WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP. 

Pause. 

WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP.

Tanya lowered her head to the ground as she cried in agony of 12 whippings to her ass.

At this point I rose up and walked straight to Ms. Vega. She offered me the leash-whip, "Would you like to do one?" She smiled.

I took the leash and threw it to the side. Sitting down Indian style in front of Tanya, I gently picked up her head and slowly extracted the panties from her mouth. She raised her head as I did so. Her face was stained in her tears and drool. I found her discarded bra on the floor beside us I did my best to clean her up but she was still breathing heavily and whimpering with puffy eyes. I brought her face very close to mine and kissed her to calm her down. I found her tongue and urged it to dance with mine, something I knew Ms. Vega rarely did with her victims. 

Backing away I held her face in my hands smiling at her, and she smiled back at me, thankful for my intervention. But then her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open.

"Oh my god," she groaned. I looked up to see Ms. Vega had put two fingers inside Tanya and was pumping her in an out while her other hand was smacking and squeezing Tanya's ass. I had the urge to stop her, but I looked back at Tanya's face as it contorted in moans of pleasure and pain, and for some reason, didn't. 

"Well then how about this Eve, completely unrelated," Ms. Vega said as she bent Tanya to her whim, "I'm looking for some interns and assistants." Tanya squealed out into the air right in front of my face, flipping her long hair up. Her hair was damp with sweat after being seated by the fireplace for so long and all the excitement. "No perrita, no coming." Tanya lowered her face back to my level, growling with her eyes closed to hold in her orgasm. "So if you come across any desirable young women, send them my way, and we'll call it even, no more chasing you. Oh and if you ever want to come over and play, then go for it."

I kissed Tanya's cheek and ear and reached under her, gently squeezing her breasts with her nipples between my fingers. What can I say, it was habit. 

"Will you back off Ms. Raquel's stores?" I asked before biting down on Tanya's neck. Her teeth may have been close to shattering with how hard she was clenching them to control her climax. 

"No," Ms. Vega said plainly, and then to Tanya urged, "come perrita! Let amante hear you scream!"

I let Molly answered for me, "Then fuck off Vega."

Tanya took a deep inhale before her flood gates opened and she began to come hard on Ms. Vega's fingers. Her mouth opened wide and just as screamed I placed my mouth on hers and she screamed into it as we kissed widely, denying Ms. Vega the sound of Tanya's scream. Ms. Vega didn't let up her assault of fingering and spanking as Tanya came. She stared right at me and I kissed Tanya with my eyes open, staring Ms. Vega down right back.

Our faces wet with each other, Tanya finally separated from my mouth as Ms. Vega let up on her pussy. She groaned and shook with aftershocks but looked embarrassed as she looked at me, realizing who I was and what we had just done.

I stood and gestured for Molly and Paula to follow me and we began to leave

"Spank someone for me whore," Ms. Vega called out to me as we exited the front door. She followed us to the door, bringing a panting, crawling Tanya along on her leash. "Oh, and take this with you please."

I turned back to see Arey leaving the house, a bag in hand. "I booked Audrey's a seat next to yours, you two enjoy."

And with that Ms. Vega shut the door. 

I looked at Arey who just shrugged. "She has a way of knowing things she shouldn't." She followed us in the car and we allowed her to hitch a ride with us. If we didn't she'd just catch a cab and end up there anyways, there was no point in being petty.

"You really should've taken that deal," Arey said as we drove.

"I'd shut up or get out of the car," Molly said looking back through the mirror. 

I texted Ms. Raquel in the car telling her that I was offered more money and refused. Also the more important news. That I suspected someone was leaking things to Ms. Vega, someone within Ms. Raquel's company.

In the airport Arey and I were thankfully separated at security. I managed to avoid her for the rest of the wait, but had to face her once boarding started. I stayed in silence while she tried to start conversation. She told me about how Ms. Vega had picked her out personally from a retail job to be her assistant. She told me she wished how she wasn't in a dress. She asked me if I got wet while I interacted with Tanya. And she told me how she hated planes. Eventually though she got the hint and stopped talking. I actually felt a little bad.

Our seats ended up being in the very back of the plane. I was a the window seat, and Arey the middle.

"Ms. Vega also bought all those," she said, pointing to the aisle seat and the three seats across the aisle from us.

"Then why don't you go sit there?" I asked her, looking out the window.

"And leave you all alone? No chance!" She smiled, settling into her seat. I would've gotten up and taken a different seat, but the plane began to move and the flight attendants came around to check on all the passengers. 

"What's happening?" Arey asked, looking out the window concerned as we began to move.

I looked at her quizzically as I put some gum in my mouth, "Um, we're moving, getting ready to take off."

"Oh wow that was fast," she said leaning back in her chair. She tightened her seat belt and held the arm rests tight. Really tight actually. I could see her knuckles grow even whiter than they were.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Fine."

I sat up, "You've flown before right?" 

Arey just glanced at me.

"Vega sent you on a plane and you've never flown before? She is one piece of work."

"Hey! Don't talk about her like that." Arey said to me, slightly angry. I sighed. I suppose it wasn't Arey's fault where her allegiances lied. I'm sure she didn't even tell Ms. Vega she'd never flown before. 

"Here, chew this," I said, handing her a piece of gum. She resisted but I explained what would happen if she didn't and she quickly changed her mind just when the plane began to pick up speed. She clutched my hand tight. 

I was reluctant, but felt bad for her. I took her head and laid it on my shoulder reaching my right arm around and stroking her thin black hair the way I liked it whenever I was stressed. 

She had her eyes shut the entire time, but eventually we were in the air and she sat back up.

"Thanks," she said, embarrassed, and we went on pretending like it hadn't happened.

A pretty flight attendant walked by and told us how cute we were, asking how long we'd been together. Not feeling like an argument, I let Arey lie and make up a whole fake story for us, before shutting my eyes and leaning against the window. 

I fell asleep withing 10 minutes of that. I dreamt of Cassie. Approaching me, tugging at my sweats, pulling them down a little, letting her face inside.

A small bump of turbulence woke me, or at least I thought it did. I found myself covered in a blanket and Arey laid out on all three seats, her head in my lap and her body cocooned in more blankets I assumed the flight attendant had given her. 

Before my grogginess could ware off my hand naturally fell to Arey's head and began to stroke her hair. She snuggled in my lap in appreciation, rubbing me and causing me to stir slightly. She shimmied her shoulders in a way to let the covers fall slightly, showing off her exposed shoulder and neck. 

I was starting to get a grasp on the situation and began to realize a few things. For one my sweatpants really had been pulled down slightly. And second, Arey's shoulder shouldn't have been bare, she should have been in a dress. 

For a moment I thought I was still dreaming, but she threw off her covers quickly, guided my hand to her bare breast, and flipped the blankets back up.

I just looked at her for a moment. She seemed like a woman who could handle herself all the time, but at that moment there was fear in her eyes. Maybe I felt sorry for her, maybe I was just sexually frustrated to no end, but I began to massage her breast. 

As I did the flight attendant walked by. We locked eye contact and I continued to play with Arey's breast. She could see exactly what I was doing, but she just kept moving without much reaction on her face other than surprise. 

Arey nuzzled her face down into my lap. I spread my legs, allowing her nose to gently press above my clit. I squeezed her breast harder in reaction and she let out an 'mmph' in pleasure.

I could see her hand begin to move under the blankets which reminded me she had no underwear on. Her face started to move into my lap harder and sort of began to hurt, so I motioned in a way for her to go under the blanket on my lap, which she gratefully accepted. 

There was only so much room for her to work with under there. She tried to snake her tongue down my pussy but it was difficult, so instead she managed to get my clit and upper pussy lips near her mouth and sucked them in. My feet pressed harder into the floor and my neck stiffened against the seat in response. I pinched her nipple, getting a burst of hot breath on me for it, to signify my approval.

Eventually she turned on her stomach so that she could suck on me with a better angle, and hump downwards into her hand furiously. I pulled her blankets down to her shoulder blades as she did. Our flight attendant walked by again but I avoided eye contact with her as my hand traveled up and down Arey's back, grazing it gently with my short nails, and my mind focused on finally getting the sexual attention it had been craving.




Changing Room Diaries Ch. 05



She began to up her tempo on herself, bringing her body down on her hand harder and fast, and moving up and down on my button with purpose. I bit my finger in pleasure, trying not to make a sound with the plane of people in front of me as Arey made noises into my pussy as she finally climaxed, her top blanket falling off in her rolling orgasm. Around the end of hers mine began. It curled my toes and gave me a moment's satisfaction as I pushed my lap up into her face. But it was all in all disappointing. 

Arey sat up, re-wrapping in the blankets from the chest down, panting and smiling. Clearly her orgasm had satisfied her but mine seemed to just served to make me eager for more and more, like a drink that makes you more thirsty. She laid her head on my shoulder and but then popped back up when there was sound to fasten seat belts and the captain announced we landing shortly. 

Her eyes showed fear again. Before she could think though I nonchalantly took the hand that she had been using on herself and put two of the fingers in my mouth. It seemed to relax her in her seat for a moment as I produced two pieces of gum from my bag. 

I put one in my mouth and she reached for the other, but I wasn't having it. I leaned forward to kiss her. She seemed surprised but kissed back and I immediately tasted myself. I opened her mouth and passed her the gum before pulling away and having the other stick for myself. She smiled for a moment before the attendant returned to tell us to put the arm rests down.

We complied, but Arey squeezed my hand tight. Too tight in fact. I thought I was going to lose the hand. But I stuck it out and she finally let go once we were moving slowly on the ground. 

The main lights flipped on and the seat belt light turned off so everyone began to get up and get their bags from the overhead compartments. Before I could even begin to wonder how Arey was going to get out of the situation she stood up, letting the blanket fall off her, grabbed her bag and walked into the bathroom. At least a dozen people must have seen her, but she didn't care. Once the plane had hit the ground all signs of fear had vanished from her and she was back to being her cocky self. Some of those people looked at me after she went into the bathroom. I put my jacket on and flipped up the hood in embarrassment.

Arey continued to talk my ear off as we left the airport. She suggested we take our allotted hotel money and share a room to split the savings. 

"Two beds," I told her. She held up her hands in defense.

"Of course!" She smiled innocently. I resisted at first, but when I thought about it. I wouldn't really be in my hotel room all that often. Also, Arey's hotel was very expensive, and thus it was a good deal of money I would be making if she stayed in mine instead. So I figured why not?

In hindsight it was weird for the woman trying to get a store running and the woman trying to poach workers from that same store to be staying together, but I doubted she would be doing any real damage. She was just there to rattle me.

We took a cab over to the hotel and upgraded the room to have two double beds. It was a nice enough room, nothing special but nothing really lacking and a noticeably above average bathroom. I had to be at Ninth Street by 3:30, so I took the 90 minutes of free time I had to shower the feeling of plane off me, making sure I had everything in there to get dressed so as to not give Arey the satisfaction of seeing me in a state of undress. 

My negative feelings towards her may have been misplaced, but anyone who worked for Ms. Vega wasn't one to win my favor. I took pity on her in the plane, but that would be it between us.

I left to Ninth Street in jeans, a shirt, and thick jacket. There was no need to be formal the day before opening. 

Ninth Street was an interesting surprise. It was very different from my store in its design and layout of items, but run almost the same way. There were only a few things I immediately saw that I would need to work on. Walking in was like walking into a bee hive, with a million bodies buzzing about to be ready for the opening in an organized chaos.

I asked someone to point me in the direction of Dee, the acting manager, which lead me to a woman I was somewhat surprised Ms. Raquel trusted with the store. Don't get me wrong, I don't think Ms. Raquel is stuck up or anything, but she definitely was someone who tried to keep a certain image. 

Dee was a cute woman with a sort of mousy face. She had long hair but one of those one-side shaves that has been becoming more popular lately. I'm not really a fan but it worked on her. Her hair also had a perfect, almost 50/50 mix of pitch black and bleach blonde colors, and she had a few assorted tattoos around her body. She was also quite young, maybe 24, to be trusted with running the new store.

Her tank top and shorts told me she probably hadn't left the store in a long time since it was at least 40 degrees outside (Fahrenheit). I could see one tattoo on her left trap, a floral branch which twined down her shoulder a few inches. I also noticed a small flower on the nape of her neck, and a heart and a diamond on the insides of her left and right wrists respectively. I looked at her for a good while before approaching her, my hunger for intimacy controlling my gaze, but eventually I made my presence known.

She greeted me kindly and we went to work fairly quickly. Every time one issue was fixed another seemed to pop up, and it was a while before I could have a break, let alone Dee, who seemed to be running on empty.

"How long have you been here?" I asked her at one point as we were reorganizing a rack of blouses at about 6:30. 

"Since about 8...," she answered in her thick British accent. I nodded thinking that wasn't too bad. Then she added in a whisper, "...last night."

I stopped what I was doing and approached her, taking all the clothes from her hands. "You are going into your office and shutting your eyes right now." I told her. She put up resistance but eventually gave in,

"Yes captain!" she said, saluting me sarcastically and eagerly leaving to her office.

Over the next 4 hours I kept moving, tiring myself out to forget about all the stirrings I'd been having between the legs, and it worked. The level of stress and work involved in the final preparations were taxing, but felt rewarding. I also showed a picture of Arey I found online to everyone and told them to find me immediately if they saw her.

I gave a final little preparation speech to the changing room girls and sent them on their way home at 10:30, and then only had about five people doing some last minute housekeeping as I entered the office to find Dee.

I entered the reception area and was taken aback by how eerily similar it was to the one back home. It looked like Dee never even made it to her office. She was curled up on a window bench in the reception area, a coat covering her upper body and her hair over one eye. I looked at her thighs for a moment, my eyes traveling up her flesh till her shorts impeded the view of her butt. It all made me think about Cassie, being in the reception area and all.

No insult to Dee though, she was a nice girl, though I could tell her quick, dry wit would make her a little off putting to some, but I really liked it. Especially since she still used it around me, her 'superior', 

I went back into the office and started to fill out some order forms. Thirty minutes later Dee walked in rubbing her eyes. 

"Hey Ms. Raquel, what time is it?" I looked at her with a small smile until she realized her mistake, "Oh I mean Eve. Sorry,l you're pretty much mini Ms. Raquel anyway same thing."

I laughed, "No no, I'm nothing like Ms. Raquel."

"Yeah. My two tall golden blonde bosses. Nothing alike," she said .

"That's not much as far as similarities."

"You know what I mean. Just how you interact with others. Good feedback and encouragement and such. I once had a boss, Ms. Helfer, uch she was the worst. You made one mistake and BAM she was yelling at you in no time. She treated us like a bad primary school teacher would her students. But you guys are different. Much more...elegant."

That made me smile. Elegant? That definitely describes Ms. Raquel, I was flattered to hear myself labeled the same way.

Dee brought her work in and we trudged along together. I realized I was sitting on her chair halfway through but I decided not to uproot us. At midnight she seemed so tired she was acting loopy. 

"So Eve," she said, sitting back, "you're attractive, young, but not that young, yet I don't see a ring?"

I laughed and shrugged. She was quite brash but it was charming. "I guess the right person just hasn't come along. I also may have commitment issues but hey, who doesn't."

She squinted at me with tired eyes and raised her hand. "Me. Right here. I don't. I am so ready for some commitment. My ex-girlfriend couldn't commit, and it took a year of my life for her to realize." She looked at me for just a second right when she said 'ex-girlfriend' to see my response. I knowingly gave a little smile. I was beginning to think this whole conversation was an attempt to see if she had a shot with me. 

Under normal circumstance she definitely would, but I was practically on one long job interview, I wasn't going to risk my job. I understand how that's hypocritical with Cassie and all but hey, we're all illogical sometimes. 

Dee asked me for help with some form and circled around to my side, placing it on the desk and leaning over so her breasts were right by my face. And right when I thought all my mound's excitement was gone. But I resisted and helped her even though she no doubt knew what she was doing, and went back to her chair. I noticed she had taken off her shoes and, as she left, I saw a spade and club on the backs of her left and right ankle respectively. I supposed someone liked playing cards.

At that point I told her everything seemed in order and, since we had to be back at the store in seven hours, we really should be leaving. "Together," I almost said, but held it back.

Fifteen minutes later I was back in my hotel room. Arey was asleep on her back, the blanket covering up only to her waist and her top bare, her puffy nipples just asking to be touched. I sat on the edge of her bed and leaned at the waist to put one in my mouth. So much for nothing more between us.

I sucked on it hard immediately. Her eyes fluttered open as I switched breasts, my hands staying clasped in my lap. She stirred and stretched under me, finally throwing the blanket off her legs and letting her hand fall to her sex. There we sat for a time. It wasn't too long, maybe eight minutes max. 

I couldn't see her hand, I just looked up from time to time from her breasts to see her still made-up eyes closed, her mind racing off to memories or imagination to get herself off. Eventually her breathing got intense and evolved to moans. I took one hand and serviced the breast that my mouth wasn't on and put a finger from the other one into her mouth. She sucked it hard and all that seemed to send her over the edge, whimpering softly on my finger as she climaxed. She didn't really make much noise. 

When it was over all I wanted was to just sit on her face and look down at those eyes as she pleasured me. It made me realize how much I wanted a tongue on my pussy. I had gotten Arey a little on the plane, but that was more just sucking and was cramped. 

But again, I resisted, resolved to shower in the morning, and crawled into my own bed. If for anything, for Cassie, for the night we could spend together soon. I checked my phone before I dozed off, and Cassie had sent me a picture of her in her typical big green sweatshirt over some work with the caption 'dying'. I sent her back a much more naughty text about how I'd like her on a bed in that sweatshirt and nothing else. The next day I would get winking face back and considered that a good sign.

I swear I felt like I was asleep for maybe 30 minutes before my alarm rang and it was six in the morning. I think pure adrenaline pushed me to get up and dressed. Today was the day that would make or break my new job. I'm sure I sound spoiled because there are tons of people who get that much or even less sleep on a regular basis, but I'm not one of them and I've always had nothing but a love relationship with sleep. Now it felt like I had been neglecting it and it was reaping its vengeance upon me. 

I just showered it off, but on a professional navy blue dress, and headed out. Arey had already been gone when I woke up.

Dee and I may have had a bit of an awkward interaction the day before, but it wasn't remembered. The two of us worked together very well and in overdrive the whole day. We dealt with everything. From a customer with the tiniest complaint to the collapse of pyramid of shoe boxes. From an inappropriately dressed employee to a broken lock on a changing room. We got things done.

At one point an employee reported Arey showing up in the store. Dee tried to handle her and get her out of the store, but it wasn't until I came around and gave a bit of a more iron nudge did she finally leave.

"I remember when Ms. Raquel had hair like that," Dee said as Arey left. I looked at the black hair and back to Dee.

"What? She's never had different colored hair has she?" 

"Sure she has, it was like 10 years ago, she dyed it but changed it back to the natural color as soon as possible." Dee walked away with me wondering who exactly she was to have known Ms. Raquel 10 years ago.

Later on I got a moment of rest to speak with her and I asked. 

"Well that's kind of a long story," she answered, "do you know her daughter?"

"Molly?" I said, "Yeah we're actually really good friends."

Dee nodded a little sadly. "Yeah, we used to be too. We grew up together a little. I moved to her neighborhood from England when I was probably 12, and she was around 8. Then we eventually ended up at the same college and, well, do you know about the trouble she got in?"

And then everything clicked and I just whispered, "Delilah." And Dee nodded.

Molly had gotten in serious trouble for some hacking racket back in college, which is what landed her out of college and into the store. She told me she had a partner, and they had made lots of money going into a very popular online poker site and cleaning it out. It was a rather big company, and when they were found out that company came down on them with force, but Molly had managed to get most of the blame off her partner, Delilah, for fear of losing her green card. I understood why Ms. Raquel had chosen Dee to run a store for her. With all that was going on, if anyone was going to be loyal to the Raquel family, it was Dee. The one who actually got to stay in college.

I was surprised Molly never mentioned Dee being her old friend I had heard about, but Dee explained she and Molly hadn't really spoken much since the incident. Molly still seemed to harbor some resentment and Dee was too guilty to do something about that.

Later in the day, since I now had a way of looking into the Raquels' past, I had to ask something. 

"Did you ever meet her Dad?" I asked Dee. 

"If you're asking to figure out where Molly gets the ginger from, I have no idea. Her father's is dark brown. It's one of the most confusing parts of my life, like it keeps me up at night." We laughed about that for a while. 

The day went off without any major hitches. For the most part the staff was polite, the customers were eager, and the 'enemy' hadn't hurt us. It was definitely a win. 

At one point after closing I was about to head into Dee's office. But there was a crack in the door from the reception area and my eye caught a glimpse inside before I touched the door. She was zipping out of her dress, letting it fall to the ground, exposing her nimble body. I could see a new tattoo I hadn't before, on her right side, a quote I couldn't make out along her rib cage. I was a moment away from barging in there and throwing her on the desk to devour her body. I suppose that is usually what I would do. But I didn't. I simply knocked softly and heard her scramble to get dressed before letting me in.

Dee left earlier than I did, around 9:30 at night, as I had a report to type out for Ms. Raquel. Ms. Raquel wanted an incredibly detailed report after the first day, so it took much longer than I had expected, but I sent the email by 1am. 

That night Arey tried to crawl into my bed. She slid in from the side as I laid on my back, laying her hand on my pajama covered breast presumptuously and nuzzling into my neck. I wasn't having any of it. I gave her a tight spank to her naked butt and sent her on her way, sighing heavily afterwards. Saving up for a night with Cassie may have been getting to be more trouble than it was worth. I wasn't even sure why I was doing it at that point, it just became something for me to do.

My final day at Ninth Street went even smoother than the first, and went by in a blur. I got there early and was leaving for the airport at one. I gave one final warning about Alice Industries, Arey, and even Ms. Vega to the staff and Dee before I left. I was just getting through the day to call Ms. Raquel and find out if I had the job and to get back home and find Cassie, hoping against all hope she would be free for me to devour.

"I'm going to miss having you around Eve, you really helped run the place smoothly," Dee told me before I was leaving. 

"Thanks sweetie, but I know you've got it covered," I told her and gave her a hug. She held on to me for quite the while before letting go, "and I'll be having to visit again if I get the job. You haven't seen the last of me."

"Promise?" She asked jokingly. We laughed and I left Ninth Street calling Ms. Raquel as she had instructed. 

"Hello? Eve. I'm busy now I'm sorry but I've seen your report and talked to Dee earlier. I'm sure it's not a surprise but you have the job, have safe flight!" And she hung up before I could get a word in. I fist pumped so hard in the back of the cab I punched my own thigh. Good thing no one knew about that...until now. Oops. Next I texted Cassie. She told me she was free at nine that night. Perfect.

It seemed like I was bouncing my leg up and down the whole trip back in nerves and anticipation. I was giddy from the new job, and yet had butterflies for the night. 

I didn't sleep or anything on the way back, just passively listened to music through security, to the terminal, through boarding, take off, flight, landing, cab to my house, shower, waiting for thirty minutes for more time to pass, and finally the twenty minute drive to Cassie's house. I was there at 8:58 and could have waited, but I didn't. I had waited long enough. 

I walked to the front door with a purpose. It was ajar, so I walked in. My jeans already felt tight with an itching to come off. 

I found Cassie on her bed, a sight of my dreams. The room contained her big queen sized bed with white sheets and a dark brown frame, with sky blue lamps on either side, and on the bed the crown jewel to the room, Cassie. 

She was laid out on her side, reading a magazine, in excatly what I wanted her in. My eyes moved from her head down. Her intentionally messy short blonde hair with its dark roots. Down to her face and the crinkles at her piercing violet eyes when she smiled at me. Then her big, faded, knitted, lime green sweatshirt, with sleeves rolled up and one shoulder exposed. It had been purposely halted at the waist to show of her black panties with floral designs on it like a Monet painting. Then her perfect dancer legs, totally bare from underwear to pink painted toe nails. I suddenly felt over dressed in my button down, jacket, and jeans. 

Cassie saw me and smiled, bringing her finger up and curled it as a motion for me to approach. As I walked to the foot of the bed she go up on her knees at the edge of the bed, throwing her magazine on the floor and biting her lip as she looked me up and down.




Changing Room Diaries Ch. 05



"There are rules here. This is a no-pants-allowed zone. I don't care if you are sorta my boss now," she told me. I couldn't help but giggle as she put her nimble hands to the button of my jeans and popped it open. She pulled the zipper down and looked up at me. Our eyes met and we forgot about her rule. She put her arms around my neck and my hands came up to her waist as our lips came together.

Softly, then with passion, we kissed. I ran my hands up and down her back, holding her close, pressing our breasts together as our tongues made first contact for a split second, before retreating. Her hands moved around, running in my hair and holding my face and the back of my neck. I became more bold, bringing my hands down to her ass and lifting the cheeks up with my fingers, letting them bounce back into place. Then I grabbed as much of its flesh as I could and our mouths opened wider as our tongues spent more time together, swirling and flicking tips with each other. We pulled apart a moment for me to look into her violet eyes, but then we were back to making out as I massaged her butt and she held my face. She grabbed my tongue with her lips and sucked into her mouth as she got a hand full of hair. When she release my tongue she pulled gently on my hair, bringing my face up.

Her kissed my neck, sending my eyes shut to enjoy the sensation as the tip of her tongue poked in and ticked around with every kiss. I held her ass tight as she started from the bass and working up the center with kisses until she reached my chin and kept moving until she was back at my mouth and we were kissing again. 

"Take off your shoes," she said frantically as she removed my jacket. I kicked them off and she sent me into the bed on my back and crawled on top of me, her thigh coming right into my denim covered mound. I closed my eyes and craned my neck around at the sudden contact with a small 'mmm'. When I opened my eyes she was looking down at me, lightly brushing the hair out of my face with her fingers sweetly. I bit my lip wanting more, and moved my crotch into her leg, but she noticed and moved it, shaking her head at me saying, 

"Hey now, we have all night." I wanted to say 'but I'm wet now' but thought against it. Sometimes I was a little embarassed around Cassie, she was older and I didn't want to be seen as naive to her. 

One of the best things about Cassie was her experience. We both knew what we were doing in the bedroom and it showed.

She began to kiss me again, taking a control of the situation. I don't mean dominance or anything, just how someone leads, like in a dance.

I got a hold of her tongue and she moaned into me as I sucked it, my hands inside her sweater, softly trailing up and down her back. She managed to unbutton all the buttons of my shirt and flip it open, exposing my bra and stomach. 

Her nails moved up and down my tummy as she kissed away from my lips, along my cheek, and landed at my ear. She nibbled, sucked and licked all over it and I loved every moment of it. She kissed down my neck and as she did made her fingers curl on top of the fabric of my bra, right where the nipple was. The second it made contact my back arched up and she bit down on my neck and sucked, sending me back down in a whirl wind of sensations. 

Her kisses continued downwards, and her hand traveled down too. Her fingers were playing at my waist, teasing the band of my panties as she lavished my upper breasts. 

"Just cut it off," I said, looking around as much as I could for scissors, "seriously I couldn't care less about this thing just cut it off!" Cassie put pressure down on my pubic bone as she reached into her nightstand for scissors, elliciting a hard moan out of me for the short time it happened. Then the bra was cut and moved to the side like it was a buttown down itself and her tongue was wasting no time, traveling the curves of the bottoms of my newly exposed breasts. 

When it was done it was replaced by her hands, cupping and avoiding the nipples as she kissed in between my globes. Then she was done teasing, her mouth clasped down on my nipple. 

I didn't even moan, I just yelled out, "Yes!" When her warm mouth was finally servicing my breast. Her hand massaged the other one and took the nipple between two of its fingers. She looked up at me, her eyes shining in a smile as she did this. Her mouth switched breasts and her hand travleled down, shoving into my open jeans without warning and rubbing my soaking pussy lips immedietly. 

"Oh my god," I breathed out, panting as she rubbed me slowly, but flicked her tongue on my nipple quickly and then sucked up hard. I was so close already and she knew it. She continued at a steady pace with my pussy lips, but also used more of her hand to hit my clit. It made me start to spasm and the last thing I saw was looking down at her violet beauties before closing my eyes and claiming the first orgasm of the night. I rode it, holding her head to my chest and moving my pelvis to increase contact. It was like her hand was delivering more and more impulses of pleasure through me as I moaned out of my giant smile and then eventually I fell back into the pillow. 

I was down on the pillow for maybe two seconds. Only enough time for her to remove her hand from my pants before my head shot up with eyes full of lust. It was a great orgasm, really great, one I had been waiting for. Much better than the one in the plane but similar in that it served not to satisfy me, but instead made me even hungrier for more. A sip that made me more thirsty, only, this time, I had more to drink.

I reached up to grab the nape of her neck and bring her towards me, kissing her hard. I elevated at the waist to sit up at 90 degrees, with Cassie on her knees bending down toward me. I took her bottom lip in my mouth and sucked as we worked together to take off what was left of my bra and my shirt, and then I finally released her lip as we threw off her sweatshirt and revealed her body.

She sat back for a second on my denim clad legs and covered her breasts out of instinct. I gave her a look and she got back up on her knees and dropped her hands so I could see her wonderful little breasts. I slouched a little and began to kiss her stomach, her hands playing in my hair and her breathing becoming a little steeper. I could smell her desire from there but I didn't fall. Instead I raised up, trailing my tongue and kisses up from belly button to the left breast, taking the nipple into my mouth. 

I sucked it away from her body until it came out of my mouth and back into place the way I knew she liked. She flung her head back in pleasure as I did, and then as I did it to the other nipple my hands came around her body and into her underwear, traveling down her ass and finding her rosebud.

My fingers toyed with it, sending her head back down in pleasure, looking down at me as I looked up at her with her right nipple in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. My finger made its way passed her rosebud and to her pussy, trailing it up and down only once to gather some of the wetness before bringing it back to the rosebud and entering it slightly. 

"Mmmmm my god, there's my little...my little....fre...frea-" but Cassie didn't finish as she enjoyed my mouth and fingers on her body so much she started to rock back and forth and moan so sweetly with her beautiful smile. Sometimes, before Cassie came, she would start giggling a giggle you would never hear from her otherwise. 

As my remaining hand stroked her back and held her steady, I heard that giggle and redoubled my efforts on her as her hands dug around in my hair, holding my head tight. Then as I pushed in deeper her giggles finally broke into a mixture of laughing, moaning, and almost crying, the usual sound she made when she came. It was like when you don't know if someone is laughing or crying, mixed with heavy, breathy moaning. She started to shake with the climax and I worked hard to keep going and hold her steady until finally she slumped down, lying us both down with her head on my breasts. 

I slid out from under her and off the bed to slowly, seductively pulled my jeans down, stopping when I hit the bottom of my cheeks and shaking them up and down. I turned my head around to Cassie just in time to see her turn so that she was still on her stomach, but her face was centimeters from my ass. As I bent down more to pull the jeans all the way down she began to kiss it. As I stepped out of the jeans she pulled down my underwear and bit my exposed ass, sucking in the flesh and adding to the wetness that was all but running down my thigh. 

Cassie dove her head forward, spreading my cheeks and sticking her tongue on my rosebud for a moment before I pulled away. 

"No no, I'm not done with you," I said, pulling my panties back up and getting on the bed. I turned her so her face was on a pillow. She looked back to see what I was doing as I sat down softly on the backs of her thighs, careful not to put all my weight down on them. 

The first thing I did was remove her underwear, flinging them off the bed. Then I dragged my short nails across her back making her shiver with delight. I moved to the edge of the bed next to her feet and leaned down, kissing her left calf and moving up, placing gentle semi-wet little kisses all the way up her calf, and then her thigh, then butt, and finally one on her rosebud, making her arch her back and press her pussy into the bed. She continued to do this but I placed a hand on her leg and she got the idea to stop.

I then repeated the process with the other leg, except this time I trailed my tongue up, all the way till I was tonging her behind, making her react again. I left that and kissed my way up her back, and spent time playing with the nape of her neck. 

"Mmmm, don't just tease me Eve," she said. 

"But it's fun," I told her, putting a finger in her mouth. She sucked on it greedily as I kissed up and down her neck and sucked on her ear lobe. Eventually I pulled it out and had it at the entrance of her rosebud when she almost inaudibly whispered,

"Fuck me baby..." She had never called me 'baby' before. It made my heart skip a beat. So I did as she asked. My finger made its way in and I made my way down her body. She was moaning about the finger when I got on my back and had her lift up her bottom half onto her knees slightly. My face then made its way under her and she lowered her mound onto my mouth.

God, she tasted amazing. My tongue just stuck out flat as she moved the length of her pussy lips up and down on it, whimpering at the feeling of that combined with my finger still slowly pumping her rosebud. She seemed determined to keep going this time around for as long as she could without coming, to savor the feeling, and I was more than happy to oblige. 

I started to lick her up and down and make out with her pussy lips the way I would her actual lips, but not quite sticking inside her yet. I kept my finger moving as I sucked on her clit, breaking her whimper into a wail for a moment before she went back to holding her moans, biting her pillow.

Finally I stuck my tongue as deep into her sex as I could. Her eyes went wide and she rocked up onto her knees with her body straight up, allowing it to reach even deeper. The new angle made me remove my finger from her rosebud but Cassie didn't seem to care. She reached for her breasts but I snaked my arms around and beat her to them, squeezing them and tugging on the nipples gently. My tongue continued to move up and down, side to side, in and out of her as she began to moan in earnest, looking down at me from time to time, holding my head by the hair against her. 

"Fuck you're so fucking beautiful," she said looking down at me as she moved slightly, allowing my tongue to hit a new spot and causing her to cry out. It made my insides flutter. 

I eventually decided to make her come whether she wanted to or not. I had been avoiding it, but I brought my nose up to nuzzle her clit. As it made contact Cassie instantly broke out into her giggle and it was only a few seconds before she was crying/laughing/screaming in ecstasy, staring down at my face. Her thighs shook and squeezed my head as she convulsed on top of me, her body falling back forward onto her hands as she rode out the orgasm. I'm pretty sure she rode it to the point of allowing another one to take its place, especially when I returned my finger to her rosebud and she screamed all over with new spasms, before finally falling off me to her side. 

She laid there for a few moments and I realized how much my own sex was on fire. I needed her touch. I needed to come again.

She shot up and looked at me the way I had looked at her, with lust. Nothing but a desire to pleasure me. And I wanted her to do it. She rolled back on top of me, her legs on either side of my abdomen, and kissed me, opening up my mouth and sending in her tongue to taste herself on every corner.

Cassie pulled away and smiled down at me as she removed my underwear and brought them to her face.

"Hey mom!" A voice suddenly called out. Cassie and I looked at each other in terror as we heard a door finish opening and closing. We sprung up off the bed in our nakedness. I wasn't sure what to do but Cassie began gathering her clothes so I did the same. She had me run into the bathroom and followed me once she had fixed up the bed. 

She closed the door behind her and went to the opposite side of the room to turn on the shower. I tired to get dressed in a hurry. I shoved myself into my underwear and jeans, buttoned up my shirt, and held my jacket, shoving my bra into its pocket. It's a good thing I make a career out of dressing and undressing.

"Mom?" A voice called again.

"I'm in the shower!" Cassie called back out. We looked at each other, nervous. Cassie was still naked. 

"Oh ok, I'm coming in. I think I left the straightener in there." I panicked and hopped into the shower. Cassie did the same but I quickly realized the shower door was one of those sliding ones with cloudy glass that lets you see the outline of whoever is inside. Cassie pushed my shoulders and I reluctantly had to lie down on the shower floor just as the door of the bathroom rumbled and I heard Tiffany, Cassie's daughter, walk in.

"Hey mom," she said nonchalantly. The cold water began to soak me through my clothes and in my hair. I could have been mad but I looked up at the nervous Cassie and didn't really feel it at that point. I was just nervous for her. 

"H-hey honey, I thought you were studying with Julia," Cassie stuttered out.

"We were but she's going to go out instead. She wants her straightener back so I came over here to get it. You know there's some car in front of our house."

Cassie looked around in thought. "Yeah, the neighbors had guests but they came up to our house first. I sent them to the right place but I guess they didn't move the car." I was impressed with the quick thinking.

"I'll run it over to her and come home," Tiffany said. The door closed again and Cassie sighed a huge sigh of relief. I stood up slowly shivering and drenched in more places than just between the legs. 

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," Cassie said hugging me, "she wasn't supposed to be here."

She helped me out of the shower and started to dry me off. Even with what had just transpired it felt nice. I started to take off my clothes but Cassie stopped me, handing me a fresh towel. 

"Here just lay this down in your car you gotta get going," she told me.

"You can come to my house." I said with hope. She looked resistant for a moment but I grabbed her hand and squeezed it, pleading with my eyes. My other hand tickled at her inner thighs and that did the trick.

She started getting dressed. "Ok. But we have to be really fast she'll be back in like ten minutes." I nodded, trying to get myself as dry as I could while Cassie got on shorts and her big sweatshirt. 

We ran outside into the dark Tuesday night and realized all too late it had become quite chilly. We ran into my car and I laid down a towel to protect the seat from my wet clothes and we drove away quickly. 

Cassie was busy texting her daughter some excuse about why she had left and how she had left since her car was still in the garage. I reached over and tugged on her track shorts when she was done.

"Anything on under there?" I asked, getting back in the mood.

Cassie put her phone down and sighed. Then started laughing at the whole altercation that had taken place before getting back in the mood herself.

"I'm not sure let's see," she said sliding them down. There wasn't. To my surprise she slid them all the way to her ankles, and so I dared her to take them off completely which she did for a moment. Before she could put them back on I grabbed them and held them in my lap, I was enjoying the peripheral view. 

She spread her legs wide but just as I looked over for a second she pulled her big sweatshirt down to cover herself up. Always such a tease. Her eyes stayed on my chest where the cool air had made my nipples point tightly against the fabric.

I parked and Cassie looked up, reaching out to me for her shorts, but then she stopped when she noticed just where I had parked. 

"Eve, what're we doing here?" She asked. We were at the store. 

"We're here to have some fun," I told her, "I don't wanna go all the way to my house." Also I thought it was erotic and generally a thing of fantasy to finish what we had started there, but I kept that to myself. "Stay low while I check if the coast is clear." There were a few cars in the parking lot, but there always were. The store was near a few locations with paid parking and cops never really busted people for loitering, so people often just parked in our parking lot to avoid the fees.

Her eyes went wide, "No! I can't, not here. And I'm not gonna stay in here while you go in!"

I reached over and held her hand and gave it a squeeze. "It's just like any other place sweetie, don't let it have so much control over you. Plus, where are you gonna go? I have your shorts, and I hope you won't abandon me here." With that I exited the car, leaving the key I'd taken off the key chain in the car so the heating could keep Cassie warm.

I put my jacket on and went around the store, using my key to open up the back entrance. It was almost 10, so it should be mostly deserted. The only possible people working would be Ms. Raquel, who hadn't been to our store for quite some time, Molly, who may in fact have been there, or myself and Cassie. 

But as I walked closer to the back door of the changing rooms I heard a voice. It was high-pitched, almost squeaky, piercing through the darkened store. I got closer and realized who it belonged to, Vanessa. 

There was not reason the princess of the store would ever be caught dead working late. Why would she be there?

I got to the door (the door behind Demi's desk) and listened.

"Just about done and we can go," a voice I couldn't distinguish said.

"Make it look good," Vanessa answered. I had no idea what was going on, but I wasn't going to let it go. I tied my still drying hair into a ponytail and kicked the door open dramatically as I flipped on the lights to the changing room hall. 

The two women yelped and turned to see me. One was Vanessa as I knew, the other another changing room assistant. Her name escaped me but I knew I had seen her before a couple of times. She worked weekends often and was working up to being full time. She was hard to forget as she had dark neon blue hair. 

"What's going on here?" I asked, nudging the blue-haired girl aside and looking at the computer screen. I sifted through the files they had open.

Vanessa spoke up, "Hey, that's private," she said as if that would make me stop. 

"This is a company computer and I'm your boss, so no, it's not." I said in a matter-of-fact way. For a moment I began to suspect Vanessa was our leak, the person supplying Ms. Vega with information about us. But all I found were sales records. It didn't take long to figure out that the blue-haired girl was transferring some of her sales to Vanessa's account records, and cleaning it up to look legitimate.