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Sandi's World of Fashion

By: fantac64



Note to my readers: Those of you that regularly follow my stories won't be surprised that the story takes a while to get to the meat. No slam bam rapid sexual gratification. Especially in this story, where it was important to define my protagonist and her thoughts and dreams. I hope you grow to love Sandi as much as I. 

PART 1

For quite some time, I'd yearned to try my hand at modeling, but every shoot I checked into wanted someone younger than my twenty-two years or taller than my five-seven or thinner than I'd ever been in my life. 

In the meantime, I had to work, or move back home and accept the negative comments from my folks, something I was not about to do.

I took jobs that were way below my skill level for a while but one Saturday, while having lunch with a friend, she remembered a classified ad she'd saved for me. 

"Take a look at this, Sandi. As soon as I saw the ad, I thought of you. It's exactly what you said you dreamed of," she said. "You have an amazing fashion sense, and you've had some experience in retail. You should go for it."

The more I read, the more excited I got. 

"Oh my god, Traci,it's perfect; maybe too perfect, but I'm going to apply anyway. If I don't get it, I'll know I did my best. Working at Malken & Drake would be so sweet." 

Malken & Drake is where every fashion conscious sales person in the world wants to work. They are one of the hottest fashion stores in the country, and most of all, the absolute best path to meet all of my goals. Their "Intimate Moments" department is famous for its exclusive selections of intimate apparel and sleepwear, designed and created just for them. Of course, they also featured the top designers and offer the highest level of service anywhere. Of course, you pay for that level of commitment so they cater to the nouveau riche as well as the more sedate 'old money' individuals

Since I wasn't scheduled to work until two that Monday, I got up early, showered, and slipped into the designer business suit that I'd bought at a resale shop for less than fifty dollars. I looked good. I mean I looked really good. Very professional to say the least.

Pausing outside the offices on the fifth floor, I took a deep breath and focused on being mentally prepared to present my best executive look and attitude. 

There were quite a few women waiting but I was determined to make the best effort possible. After all, numbers mean nothing. I picked up the application and moved to one side where there I found some chairs with writing surfaces. As I filled out the app, I occasionally glanced around the room at the other women. Over half of them were not going to get past the first door because they didn't dress for the job. 

I slipped the app in the folder where I had my resume and cover letter outlining my goals. When I leaned over to give my papers back to the receptionist, I whispered to her. "Have there been a lot of applicants?"

She nodded but spread out eight fingers and twisted her hand back and forth to indicate they were pretty much so-so. I gave her a questioning look and she smiled as she bent three fingers of her right hand to let me know that there were just two that made any impression on her. After about fifteen minutes my name was called and I was ushered into another office 

The woman doing the interviews was in her thirties, rather attractive and dressed in a very expensive business suit. She looked up and smiled and I felt a lot of tension flow from my body. She stood and held out her hand. 

"Hello, Sandi, I'm Debra Hastings, the Human Relations Director at Malken & Drake. Please relax and give me a second to review your application." 

I sat and watched her face as she read it. Occasionally, she would make a little sound or gesture that looked like she was pleased by what she saw.

"So, Sandi, why Malken and Drake?" she finally asked.

"I have my goals set rather high, Ms. Hastings. I intend to be in top level management within five years and if you don't want to team up with the best there is, why bother?"

"I like that," she said. "So you know about our company then."

"Yes ma'am," I said. I then proceeded to give her an encapsulated version of the history of the company and the prestigious rankings the fashion world gave it.

"Well done, Sandi. You've done your homework."

"Ms.Hastings, I've lived and breathed fashion most of my life. I even considered modeling but found that my body type didn't fit the mold."

"Have you considered designing?" she asked.

"I have," I replied, "but I'd have to get a lot more education and experience to pursuit it. I have a small portfolio of a few of my designs if you'd care to see them."

"I'd like that very much," she said.

I passed her the portfolio and studied her reaction.

"You're quite talented," she said. "I notice that your interest seems to lie in the intimate apparel and swim wear fields."

"Yes ma'am," I said. "It's what I do best."

"There's nothing wrong with that," she said. "Of course, it is one of the most competitive areas in fashion design"

"Yes ma'am," I said. "That only means that if I am successful at it, I've beaten the best there is."

She smiled. "I like your attitude Sandi. How soon could you be available?"

"Immediately," I said. 

"If I call you by two, could you come in for a second interview it that becomes necessary?"

"Of course," I said. 

I can't explain it, but I left there with a very positive attitude.

She called me at one to ask if I could be there by two. Of course, I could, since I was at a café less than two blocks from the store. 

When I got there one other girl was there and another was coming out of Mrs. Hastings office, I was the last to go in.

"Come in, Sandi," she said. "Please," she said, motioning to the chair in front of her desk. She went to stand right behind her desk. "Sandi, the job we advertised is in our "Intimate Moments" department as assistant manager. While you lack some in actual retail experience, you excel in natural ability. You handled yourself quite well in the initial interview and your knowledge of the company impressed me. The thing that tipped the scale in your favor is your extensive knowledge of fabrics and design as well as a natural sense of color." 

There was a soft knock on the door to which she smiled and invited someone named Sharon in. 

The woman that came into the room was about the same age as Mrs. Hastings, but tall, slender, and drop dead gorgeous. 

"Sandi, this is Sharon Cottell. Sharon is in charge of our training and development team. Go with her, and she'll walk you through the rest of the paperwork and get you scheduled for training. Let me be the first to welcome you to the Malken & Drake organization. I'm sure we'll be hearing great things about you."

I thanked her and walked from the room, maintaining my professional attitude on the outside, while my heart was doing handstands. I'd found my dream job and now I was hired. 

"You can scream now if you wish," she said, as we headed down the hall. "I can see the excitement in your eyes." 

"Is it that obvious?" I asked. 

She smiled and nodded. "Let me guess, this is just what you wanted."

"I've been waiting for this for years, and to get this opportunity with Malken & Drake is way beyond my wildest dreams."

"No one else ever had a chance," she said. "Mrs. Hasting was absolutely thrilled when she saw your application. We are very selective of the people we hire, which is one of the reasons we don't lose our personnel to the competition. We hire the best and make sure we keep them. The girl who had the job you are taking over has been promoted to middle management due to the retirement of Mrs. Gage, who was with the company for thirty-one years. "

"Oh wow, that's a long time," I said. 

"It is indeed," she said, "but not at all unusual here. Did she discuss wages and benefits with you?"

"Not yet," I said, "but the company has an excellent reputation for paying fair and competitive wages and the benefit package is rated as number one in the industry."

"Yes it is," she said. "I can let you have a peek at your starting wage package if you wish to see it."

I nodded and she passed me a slip of paper. 

"Oh my god, Sharon, you're kidding. That's a lot of money."

She grinned and nodded. "Of course that's a salary so you'll work a lot of hours to earn it, but they take good care of us here. There are ways to make even more but that will be explained to you as opportunities arise. We also have an excellent bonus program as well."

By the time everything was done, it was past lunch time so Sharon took me to get a sandwich and a salad in the executive dining room. Boy, those people know how to eat.

When I left the store, I walked slowly down the street, stopping to check out the window displays, until I got to the next block. Then I raced to stop at the same café, ordered a latte' and took a deep breath. Once I got control of my heart, I called my friend Tracy. She was at work so I had to sound real important when I asked to speak to Ms. Tracy Caruthers. 

"Tracy Caruthers, how can I help you," she asked. 

"Act real cool and sound like we're talking business," I said, not wanting to get her in any trouble. 

"Yes, Mrs. White, how are you?"

"Mrs. White is a piece of shit," I said, "but Sandi is floating above the clouds."

"I take it that you are pleased with the package then, Mrs. White?"

"I got the job, Tracy. I got the freaking job."

"And were you pleased with the pricing, ma'am?"

I told her what my starting wage was and I thought she was going to scream. She choked for a few seconds and regained her composure. 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. White, but I had trouble catching my breath for a minute. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yeah, you can hurry up and meet me at Dillinger's after work. I'm taking the day off and then I'm quitting. I'm buying, so whatever you want, even that shit you drink that's seven bucks a pop. My treat."

"I'll take care of that, ma'am and thank you for allowing us to serve you."

I spent the next hour on the phone, making reservations at Dillinger's, and quitting my job which came as no surprise to my boss, who was ecstatic for me. 

- 2 -

My first day at Malken & Drake was mostly spent with the operations manager, a thirtyish redhead with an awesome body, showing me around the stock rooms and offices and introducing me to various supervisors and individuals I would be working with. 

By the end of the day, my legs ached and my mind was spinning. The last woman I met with was Desire' the assistant manager of the sports fitness department. She handled exercise clothing, swim suits, and athletic wear such as a gymnast wears. As I headed for the exit, she offered me dinner at Danner's, a local grill famous for their salads. 

"The first week is the worst," she said. "You won't get a check for two weeks so money gets tight, and it can be so confusing. There's so much to learn and so many people to remember."

"I just discovered that," I said." I feel like I ran a marathon. I can't wait to get into that hot shower."

"Each day gets easier," she said. "I've been there just over a year so I'm still a work in progress, but it isn't as stressful as it was."

I told her of my desire to do some modeling. 

"You'll get chances to do that at Malken & Drake with your body. I do it about eight or ten times a year now.

There are other opportunities too."

"Such as..." I said. 

"Make up a portfolio and be sure the advertising and promotions department gets a couple of copies. Give them to Jeanine and she'll make sure they get to the right people."

"Thanks, I'll do that."

When I started feeling the weight of the day, she paid the bill and I headed for home and the shower I'd been thinking about for hours.

She was right about one thing. Each day got easier and everyone in the department was so kind and supportive of my efforts that I began to look forward to getting to the store each morning. I got my final check from the previous job that Friday and sat down at lunch to figure out how to make it go as far as possible. I'd had a conversation with the condo manager and he was willing to work with me so I wrote a check for a little over half of my rent, which left me enough to survive with a reasonable cushion.

I invited Desire' to dinner at Danner's and insisted on paying over her objections. 

"I'm not in bad shape right now," I said, "but I maxed out my credit card to get the clothes I needed and I only bought three outfits."

"Didn't you say you were having car trouble?" she asked. 

"I don't want to think about it," I replied. "I think something else goes out every week. This morning I heard a grinding sound coming from the brakes, and I've had a vibration in the motor for months that sounds louder every day. I'm trying to get another few months out of it but I think I'm going to have to find something else while I still have some trade-in value. My dad wants me to get a new one and even offered to help with the financing but I really don't want to turn to them right now. They're trying to get ready for his retirement and that might just screw things up for them for a few years."

"Been there, done that," she said. "Mine took a dump about a month after I started here."

"Did you buy a new one?" I asked.

"Yeah, I did," she said. "I got a really great deal on a Toyota SUV. They gave me a good deal on my trade and I gave them a couple grand down. It's a dream to drive."

"I wish I had two grand for a down payment," I said. "I'd start looking tomorrow."

She seemed a bit pensive for a few minutes so I asked her what was on her mind. 

"Oh, sorry, "she said. "I was just thinking of how I got the two grand. Man, I can't believe it's been over a year now."

"You're talking in riddles, Desire', I said. 

"I'm sorry," she said. "I do some modeling on the side, and just realized that I've been there over a year." 

"Oh," I said. "I didn't know. I never even thought about outside modeling, but you have a much better body for that than I do."

She smiled and looked down at the table. "These people aren't all that fussy, Sandi. We call them skin shows."

"Are you talking about strip clubs?" I asked.

"No," she said, "Some of the smaller stores have fashion shows of their own and they hire girls as needed. Some of them are run by crude or downright nasty managers if things aren't going just right so you have to swallow your pride and bite your lip but if you're strong enough, the pay is good and they pay cash the next day. You can get tips from the customers and a bonus if your items sell well."

"What type of garments?" I asked.

"It's almost all bikinis, bras, panties, Victoria Secrets type stuff."

"Oh I see." I said. "Do they call you often?"

"About once or twice a month, but I don't always accept. It depends on my finances at the moment. "

"What's the most you ever made off one show?" I asked.

"Oh, about six hundred or so."

"What?" I said in amazement.

"Of course I got mauled pretty good and had to put up with a lot of shit from some of the customers but I paid my rent the next day and had enough left for a good meal."

"What does Malken & Drake think about you working part time for a competitor?"

"You don't work for the store," she said. "You work for an independent contractor. They just rent the space for the shows. The store gets their money by charging outrageous prices for the merchandise and VIP tickets. It's totally a win- win situation for everyone."

"Can you recommend any to me? "

She seemed to hesitate for a minute. 

"It's not easy work and it's not pretty, Sandi. Nothing high class about it at all. I'm not sure you'd have the stomach for it. "

"I might not have a choice though, Des," I said. "If the car goes, I'm screwed." 

"Well, the one I work the most is at Sanderson's but it's not your usual fashion show. They call it Club Sanderson's and it's run by a group of women with a penchant for young women in their underwear or less. It's usually one night a month, but sometimes they have two a month. The clothes all come from Sanderson's intimate apparel department or from sports wear for the swim suits. Its all quality merchandise but not Malken & Drake quality. I make the most money there but I earn it too."

All that night I considered the information she'd given me, trying to balance my need for immediate cash with the description she'd given me about the shows. I'd done a quick calculation and if I were to dress well at Malken & Drake, my initial cash outlay could be as much as two thousand dollars. I also had to consider the fact that my car badly needed some maintenance. I did have some left on my credit card but the interest rate was outrageous. I could borrow from my Mom, but she was juggling funds too,. Of course, there was no guarantee I would be accepted or when the next showing would be. 

Two days later, Desire' told me there was going to be a showing at 'Club Sanderson' if I was interested. I took down the name and number of the woman in charge and put it in my purse.

"Hey Des, I've got a question for you?"

"Sure, what do want to know?"

"You said something about 'if I had the stomach for it 'and 'if I was strong enough'. What did you mean by that?"

"Well, for one thing, you have to be able to take a lot of shit out of some weird women on a power trip. Most of them are all right but they aren't the warm fuzzy type we deal with at Malken & Drake," she said.

'Is that it?" I asked.

"It varies from show to show," she said. 'At Club Sanderson's, the customers are allowed to touch the models whenever they feel the urge. It's something you have to get used to."

By 'touch' are you saying in an intimate way?"

"Oh yeah," she said. "That's why you get the big tips, Sandi. It's a bunch of wealthy older women that get their jollies that way. Makes them feel young again, I guess."

"Oh," I said, trying to sound calm and collected while I was anything but.

"You get used to it, "she said. " A couple hours of touchy-feelie , a little one on one and you walk out with a few c-notes tucked in your bra, if you have one."

"That doesn't sound like anything I'm interested in," I said.

"I wasn't either but I needed rent money and I got that and more."

"Well, thanks for letting me know," I said. "I'll probably try to borrow from my mother."

"Okay, that's cool," she said, "but remember that you'll have to pay her back. The second show I did, qt Sanderson's I made enough to buy four suits from the bargain store and pay cash for them, About three grand worth of high fashion for less than seven hundred and I didn't have to charge anything but a silk blouse." 

"I don't know," I said. "I do really need some cash right away, but that sounds incredibly gross."

"It's not that bad, Sandi, and you get used to it after while." 

I paced the floor for over an hour that night, trying to imagine some old women pawing at me. Could I stand there and pretend it didn't bother me? Did I need cash that badly? 

The honest answer was either I call Mom or try the shows. I picked up the phone to call my mother, but never dialed her number. Eventually I talked myself into trying it one time, but that would be the end of it. 

At lunch the next day, I called the number she'd given me.

"Have you modeled for us before?" the woman asked. 

"No "Ma'am," I said. "Desire Watkins gave me your number."

'Oh yes, I know Desire' "she said. "I'm not sure if she's working this show or not. Well, if you think you've got what it takes, come by my office at six and we'll do a quick interview."

She told me who to ask for when I got there, and where to park and told me to be on time or don't show up. 


Sandi's World of Fashion



Sanderson's is one of the older stores, but very well known. I thought It was strange that I was instructed to go in through the side door and stop at the will-call desk. I asked for the name I had and one of the assistant managers led me to the back of the store, passing loaded stock carts, and boxed goods piled in what could best be described as junk stacks. We kept going and I was about ready to back out. What kind of an operation would be run from this dingy place? 

"Go in there," she said, pointing to wooden door with a plaque hanging on it.

When I got closer, I could see that the plaque read, "Club Sanderson's-Model entrance only" 

I tried to put on my best face and stepped inside. A tall, older woman stood and walked around me. 

"Did you say that Desire' sent you?" she asked, as she ran her fingers through my light brown hair.

"Yes Ma'am," I said. "She works with me."

"Uh huh, I see," she said, standing back and looking at me. "Turn around." 

I did a slow turn while she watched. 

"Ok," she said, sitting on the corner of her desk. "You think you can model, but we'll have to find out." 

"Yes Ma'am," I said, "but I don't think I'll have a problem learning."

"Well, let's see what we have to work with." she said. "Strip."

"What?" I asked. "I don't..."

"Look sweetie, do you want the job or not. If I'm going to pay you, I want to see what I get for the money. Now you decide. Either strip or leave. I don't have time for any nonsense."

I stripped down to my underwear. 

"What are you stopping for?" she asked. "When I say strip, I mean everything." 

I did as directed, standing naked with my panties around my ankles. She came over and ran her fingers over my breasts, then stepped behind me.

"Bend down," she said. 

I bit my lip and did it. She ran her finger over my back, over the cheeks of my ass, and up my thighs. If she had gone any higher, her fingers would be inside me. She spread my ass cheeks and brushed over my anus and went back to sit on the corner of her desk.

"OK," she said. "You'll do. The customers have been asking for new girls and I think they'll just love you."

She pointed to a door beside her desk. "Go through that door and keep going till you see the double doors. Go inside and ask for Ginny. She'll get you started."

I bent to pick up my clothes. 

"Leave them. They'll be there when you need them," she said.

"You want me to walk out there naked?" I asked. 

"Get used to it sweetie. You'll be naked a lot around here. We don't have changing rooms. This isn't what you'd call high class."

I stepped through the room into a huge space. I could see the double doors at least thirty of forty feet away. Several people could be seen on one side of the room and their conversation turned to me. I wanted to run but kept my composure in spite of some trepidation. 

In the next room, I quickly found Ginny, a large woman, who passed me off to a girl wearing just tiny thongs. She led me to a table, where I found various pieces of underwear, erotic negligees and very brief bikini swim suits.

"You'll wear these," she said. "That list shows what you are to wear with each cycle. Cycles are 15 minutes each unless a customer requests a private showing. If someone does that, they will pass you a card that has their number on it. As soon as you've shown the garment on the runway, you go to the end of the stage and go down the stairs. The private rooms are on the lower level. Her number will be on the room assigned to her. Remember, the more you sell, the more you earn. The happier you make the customer, the bigger the tip. Start with those red thongs. You're on in ten minutes. Put them on and get in that line over there right behind the red head in the yellow mini strings."

The music started, and the line of about ten women began to go to the stage. We were directed on the stage at ten minute intervals. I strutted out to cat calls and whistles that I hadn't expected from an all female audience. I made it all the way back to my table without getting a card, took a deep breath and stripped off the panties, stepping behind a tiny curtain to clean myself with a tissue before putting on the next garment, a filmy yellow see through teddy. I looked for panties but the girl next to me told me there were no panties with that garment.

On my third garment, a totally transparent gown so short it barely covered my ass, one of the customers, a woman that appeared to be in her early fifties, with dyed auburn hair, motioned me closer and put her hand under the garment to stroke over my ass.  

"Nice fabric" she said, as she passed me her card. A chill ran over my body as I headed for the end of the stage to go to the lower level. Her number was on the third door I came to.

I went through the door and waited. A long, low chaise sat on one side and a wide chair with low arms was off to the other. Another door stood open to reveal a tiny bathroom with a washbasin and a toilet. 

A few minutes later, she came into the room, threw her jacket on the end of the chaise and sat down.

"You're new," she said. 

"Yes Ma'am," I said.

"Come over here," she said.

I had a feeling that nothing good was going to come of this, but I moved to stand before her. 

"Yes, quite nice," she said. "It highlights your breasts beautifully." 

She reached up and untied the cord that held it together, then reached up to fondle my breasts. 

"Very nice. Quite firm. I like that." 

"Ma'am," I said, pulling away from her.

She smiled. "You'll get used to this," she said. "We pay a great deal for the pleasure of spending some time with the girls. It's our little way of getting," shall we say," up close and personal."

"Yes Ma'am," I said, "but..."

"Oh don't worry, dear. I won't bite. Not this time, anyway." 

She laughed at her own joke but I wasn't laughing. I hadn't expected this at all. Then I remembered Des's comment about 'a little one-on-one and realized that I hadn't been listening. 

"Now come back over here," she said.

I forced my body back to her and stood quietly, tolerating her exploration of my breasts. When she began twisting and tugging at my nipples, my body decided that no matter how repulsive I thought the situation was, it liked what was going on. She sucked on them one after the other, several times and I had to bite my lip to hold back the moan.

"Give me the gown," she said. "I'm buying it." 

Even though I knew I'd just made my first commission, I also knew that I was soon going to find out what it was going to cost me in humiliation and loss of dignity. 

"You can go back to the show now," she said. "I want to see what else you're selling."

I didn't like the way she worded that but in a way, she was right either way. I was selling myself either as a toy or as a model of intimate apparel with hands-on demonstrations. 

She signed the back of her card and passed it to me as she left. I went to the bathroom to take a "bitch bath", rinsing my mouth with some mouthwash I found.  before returning to slip into the second garment.

The next garment on the table was a string bikini of infinitesimal pieces of tangerine colored plastic, lined with a satiny fabric. It concealed absolutely nothing. I felt like I was a billboard for a house of ill repute as I headed for the runway, knowing what was waiting for me. 

She had her card out already, anticipating my walk, since she already knew what the next item on the program was. She winked and handed me the card, and I thought for a minute, there was going to be a cat fight when a woman near her tried to hand me her card first. I took her card and went back to her room. The peignoir was already boxed and waiting for her. I wanted to see what she paid for it but was afraid of getting caught.

She was smiling as she returned. "I've been waiting for this," she said. "My neighbor will look enchanting when she tans. Let's get a closer look at you."

I moved over to stand in front of her. She reached up and removed the top, letting it fall to the floor. Without any pretense, she began sucking and biting my nipples as her hand roamed over my ass, then between my legs. 

"Open your legs to me dear," she said. 

Her fingers cupped my sex and one finger probed at my anus. It was getting harder and harder to fight off a need I'd never felt before at the hands of a woman. Seconds later, her thumb was rubbing over my clit while her finger probed more insistently at my anus.

"Turn around dear," she said. 

I turned and she slipped a finger into the leg band to make first direct contact with my labia. I no longer had the ability to conceal the moans that came from somewhere deep inside. 

"That's better dear," she said. "Now let's get these off." 

With that, she untied the bottoms to let them fall. Her fingers now penetrated me, sending my body to the point that would deny any attempt I might feel to stop her. She pumped into me and I found myself leaning forward to give her more access. That's when I felt a finger pressing against my anus. 

"Bend over for me, please," she said. I bent down, gripping my legs for balance. 

She spread my cheeks and began licking my anus, probing into me with her tongue.

A minute later, she pushed her finger into me and returned to fucking me with the other hand. Seconds later, a second finger was forced into my ass and I was well on my way to my first orgasm. 

When I got close, she began to drive into me harder while she bit my ass cheeks. 

When I came, she spun me around and dove into me, lapping at the fluids bubbling from my pussy.

"Very tasty," she said, "very tasty indeed.

"I have to go," I said. "I still have more garments..."

"I already bought them," she said, guiding me to the chaise.

She stripped off her skirt and panties and laid down. She wasn't extremely fat or anything, but I knew I was expected to go down on her and her thighs were going to make that harder to do. She moved up to give me room and put cushions under her hips to raise her pussy higher. She smiled then and motioned for me to get between her legs.

I have to admit that at first, she was somewhat repulsive with fat labia and heavy thighs but when I found her clit, it was quite large, blood engorged and distended to the point that it looked almost like a tiny cock. She was very sensitive there and was almost screaming every time I sucked on it. I tried to get my fingers in her anus but wasn't able to. 

"Wait, wait," she yelled. 

I stopped and waited as she reached down to get her bag, pulling out a long, slender dildo with a cock head on it. I pushed it into her and fucked her with deep strokes for awhile, then pushed it against her anus. She yelped when it popped through and groaned loudly when I worked it in deep. As soon as I had it all the way in, I moved it in short strokes while I went back to her clit. Minutes later, her whole body shook and she cried out as her orgasm hit. She came with a gush of creamy white that I licked at tentatively, then faster as I discovered it wasn't bad at all. In fact, it tasted pretty good. 

When it was over, she pulled me up to kiss me. She cleaned herself with a moist towelette, then cleaned me as well. She wrote something on the back of her card and signed it, handing it back to me. 

I turned to leave, but she called me back. 

"A little thank you, dear," she said, passing me some folded up bills. I kissed her and left. 

I palmed the money and went back to my table, where I found my clothes waiting for me. I dressed and wrote the style numbers on her cards, handing them to the woman that was collecting them. 

"You had a good day, honey," she said. 

"I know," I said, turning to walk away

I ran to my car, shaking inside. With the smell of too much sex filling the car and the taste of stale cum still in my throat, I felt like I was going to hurl but I fought back the impulse, but then all of the emotions I'd been holding in hit me at the same time and I lost it. I started crying as I pawed through my purse looking for some gum or cough drops. I needed something to get rid of that taste. It was like a shadow hanging over me to remind me of what I'd done. 

There was no nice way to say it. I was paid to prostitute myself for a wealthy woman. I was officially the one person I despised. I was a hooker. A prostitute...a slut. I'd allowed a woman to fuck me and suck me. I'd sucked and fucked an overweight pervert and now I felt sick to my stomach. 

The car door opened and I looked up to see Desire' looking down at me. I turned away from her and put my head on my hands. 

She handed me a pack of gum which I ripped open to put it all in my mouth at once.

"Come on," she said "you need a drink."

I shook my head. "I need a shower." 

"You can't wash it off, Sandi," she said. "It has to have time to fade away."

She pulled me from the car and took me in her arms while I cried. 

"Why didn't you warn me?" I asked.

"I thought I did," she said. "I guess I wasn't specific enough. I'm sorry."

She led me over to her SUV and I was too weak and confused to resist.I leaned against the door, drawing my knees up, with my feet on the seat. Keeping my head down, I put my hands behind my head for whatever reason. I'm not sure how long we had been driving when we wound up in the driveway of a nice ranch house. 

"My folks are in Europe," she said. "Come on in and I'll fix you a drink."

Once we were in the house, I sat on the couch while she made me a tequila sunrise. I sipped at it without saying anything. It tasted foul but it was better than before.

"Are you feeling better now," she asked. 

"I'm a whore, Desire," I finally said. "How do I make that better?"

"Technically, I suppose," she said, "but a well paid whore." 

"You're not helping anything," I said.

"Listen to me, Sandi. It's not like some filthy man fucked you for fifty bucks in an ally somewhere."

"It doesn't matter," I said. "I allowed a woman to fuck me for money."

"OK you allowed a woman to fuck you. The money was just her way to say thank you for being her friend."

"You make it sound so right," I said. 

"You will too, later." She said. "It's the only way to cope with it."

She got me another drink and left the room. I didn't know how much I made from her purchases, but the folded bills she handed me were three one hundred dollar bills. It would make things much easier for me but that was little consolation at that time.

I heard her calling me and went to find her. She was standing in the hall. She motioned for me to join her. It was only when I got there that I knew what she'd been doing. The door to the show was open but I could hear the water running. 

"Come on," she said. She stripped me and led me into the shower. I turned to close the door but she stood there, stark naked, stepping into the shower with me. 

"I want you to just close your eyes and leave everything up to me," she said.

She worked up a foamy suds on her bath sponge and proceeded to bathe me tenderly. The fragrance of vanilla citrus filled the room, calming me, while her gentle touch took the tenseness from my body. It never once occurred to me that I was being bathed by a naked friend. She bathed my breasts so gently that I didn't get aroused. When she got below my waist, she bent to wash my legs and ass, but didn't move to touch or penetrate my anus. When she was done bathing me, she handed me the sponge so I could bathe my sex. I found myself scrubbing harder than necessary; but she took my hand away. 

"It won't help, Sandi." She said, pulling me from the shower. We toweled each other off and she led me to the bed. I hesitated but she reassured me.

"Just a back rub," she said. Still naked, she put me face down on the bed and straddled my waist. The fragrance of grapefruit wafted over me as she began working her fingers into my neck and shoulders. Her touch was firm, yet gentle as she worked her way down my body. When she got to my waist, she went down to my feet to work her magic on my instep, then up to my calves. I spread my legs to allow her to work on my thighs and ass. Not once did she attempt to take advantage of my situation. I slowly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I was lying on my side and she was spooned into me, still naked, her hand lying on my stomach just below my breast. For quite some time I just lay there, listening to her breathe while I contemplated what I'd done to my life.

Eventually, I managed to come to grips with the fact that I'd had sex with another woman...for money. Several things ate at me, not the least of which was the disappointment I felt in myself. I'd offered no resistance, or very little at least, and as though that weren't enough, I'd given in to a woman I would never have taken a second look at, even if I was curious. .

I'm not saying the orgasms weren't great, but I felt that I'd been tricked into it in a way. It was a lame argument. No one tricked me. I could have left, and that was another problem. Why hadn't I? Was I really so turned on by the money that my scruples were sacrificed to get it?

I felt the soft touch of her lips on my shoulder and I lifted her fingers to my lips to kiss them. 

"Was it good for you?" she asked. 

"Thank you," I said. 

"For what?"

"For not taking advantage of me last night. I couldn't have stopped you, you know."

"I know," she said. "but what would that say about me? You were angry, you were hurt and you were confused. In a way, I caused at least part of that so what kind of woman would I be if I used that to get what I wanted from you."

I didn't reply. 

"Come on, honey, we need food and I need to pee," she said.

She got up to go to the bathroom while I lay there wondering if I was disappointed that she didn't make love to me or grateful that she didn't at that point. 

As we ate fruit, yogurt and granola, I began to think about where I was going from there.

"Were you there last night?" I asked. 

"Yeah, I was two girls behind you though. "she said. 

"I guess I made some money. She bought everything I had."

"Are you talking about clothes or otherwise.?" She asked but then she thought about the implications of her question. "I'm sorry, Sandi. That was insensitive. It's just my shoot-from-the-hip way."

"I'm a big girl," I said. "I could have left."

"Is that what's really eating at you?" she asked, "or the fact that you learned something about your sexuality that goes against everything you know?"

I wasn't sure how to answer her for a few seconds. 

"A little bit of both, I suppose," I said. "I was shocked at my acceptance of a woman touching me, Desire', but the thing that's bothering me the most is that I'm disappointed in myself. I always thought I was a strong woman, so why didn't I just leave?"

"I can't answer that," she said. "I didn't leave the first time either and I wasn't lucky enough to get one of the good ones. I got Mrs. Kiley. Word of advice, if you get her, be careful. She likes it rough. She wore me out. She didn't give me much of a tip either but the boss found out and made her kick in another three hundred. I couldn't work the next day so I was glad for the money.

"Was that your first experience with a woman?" I asked.

"My first and almost my last." She said. "I didn't go back for a month. Then the car took a dump and I needed seven bills quick. It wasn't that bad the second time and each time seems to get a bit easier. Either that or I'm just numb now. I've had some great experiences and some that weren't so great."

"I don't know if I can do it again or not," I said. 

"It's not a question of whether you can or not," she said. "It's a question of whether you want to or need to. I have to tell you though that having that ability to earn quick cash is addicting. You find yourself looking at things you want and remembering how easy it can be to get them, and it messes with your mind."




Sandi's World of Fashion



"Has anyone ever hurt you?" I asked.

"You'll have to define hurt," she said. "I've never been hurt to the point of needing medical assistance, but I've had a couple of experiences with some aggressive doms. Some women get their kicks from tying you up or using handcuffs, gags, nipple clamps, clit clamps, stuff like that. A little pain can really get your libido going but too much is just pain.

"I had a friend who was into that. She tried to get me into it, but it frightened me."

"It can be a bit scary at first," she admitted, "but I got my best tip from one of them."

"I've got to go," I said. "I have to get home to change. I'm working today"

"You are such a poop," she said. "Come on, I think I've got something you can wear." 

While she went through her wardrobe I took another shower and washed my hair. She brought me a new toothbrush, some mouthwash, and showed me where her make-up was. The suit she loaned me was an expensive one. It was cut just a bit too big for me, but it wasn't obvious, and the silk blouse fit well enough that when I got to work I could just take the jacket off. Besides, at lunch I could run down to the bargain store and spend some of the money I had now. 

She drove like a lunatic but we made it to work just in time. When she dropped me off to pick up my car that night, she kissed me. 

"If you decide to do it again," she said, "I can promise you it will be better for you."

"Thanks for everything, Desire" I said. "Maybe one day, who knows, but don't hold your breath."

She smiled and kissed me again. "It's something to think about," she said. 

-2-

I spent almost all the money on new clothes that day, but it felt good to pay cash for everything. 

I buried myself in work so that I wouldn't have time to think about that night. There was a lot to learn and not a lot of time to do it. About twice a week, I went to lunch with Desire', frequently wondering if she had thoughts about exploring each other, but she never gave me any indication that she wanted to move in that direction.

I did do another outside show for a different store, but without the 'private showings, the pay wasn't nearly enough to make me ever consider doing it again. Besides, the show manager was a full fledged bull dyke that scared the hell out of me. 

I passed on several show offers after that, but in the back of my mind, I knew that I'd do another to get more clothes in the future, and I really needed to get that credit card paid down.

I was wrapping up a large sale a few weeks later, when I noticed my first seducer going through some new chemise/robe sets that I'd put out the day before called "Cotton Candy" .Both garments were very sheer with fine lace edging in colors similar to cotton candy, light and frothy looking, My personal favorite was a color called 'light and limely," a pale green that would go well with my coloring. l wouldn't be adding it to my collection any day soon at nearly four hundred dollars, though.. 

One of the sales associates moved to help her, but she said she would wait for me. O heard her say "She knows my taste." Boy, did I ever.

"Hello, Mrs. Long," I said as I went to help her. "Aren't those lovely? We just got them in yesterday and I couldn't wait to get them on display."

"Well, hello, Sandi," she said. "Yes, they really are lovely. They're a bit risqué at my age, but I'm buying some for gifts later."

"Yes ma'am, that's good thinking."

I placed her selections on the counter, folding each one separately and wrapping them in the trademark "Malken & Drake" wrap.

"Is there anything else, I can help you with? I have some new robes over here that are simply luxurious. I think you'd look fabulous in the creamy beige color. "

"I do believe you're right," she said, as I held one out to her.. 

I helped her into the robe and led her to the three way mirror. 

"Gorgeous," she said. "Simply gorgeous." 

"Picture yourself naked under that robe'' I said, softly enough that no one else could hear me.

I tied it loose and spread the top open. "Imagine how desirable you'll look in this. You can show as little or as much of your breasts as you choose and every step you take gives flashes of your beautiful legs."

"You're full of it, Sandi, but damn, you're good. I'll take it on one condition."

"And what might that be?" I asked.

"Have lunch with me. That's my real reason for coming here today anyway."

"I' can meet you in the café two doors down at twelve-thirty."

I found her sitting at a corner table when I arrived. 

"You're looking lovely today," she said.

"Thanks," I said. "It's good to see you again."

We ordered and sipped at blackberry iced tea. 

"Are you not working the show any more?" she asked.

"Not recently," I said. "I did one at Blackwell's but the pay wasn't much and there were no tips to speak of at all.'

"Well, we miss you," she said. "Several of the ladies have asked about you."

Our salads came and after we ate, we got fresh glasses of tea. 

I glanced at my watch and I guess I was a bit too obvious about it. 

"Do you have to leave" she asked. 

"Not yet," I said. "We get an hour but I don't want to be late."

"I understand," she said. "Perhaps I'd better tell you why I chose to invite you to lunch today. I was wondering if you do private showings in someone's home."

"Oh lord, I don't know," I said "I mean this is all so new to me. I've never done it so I don't know if I could or not. I suppose I might consider it, but it would depend on what was expected of me."

"Well," she said, "I'm having a birthday party for a friend and I'm buying her a few special things so I'm thinking of having a fashion show for some of our closest friends."

"Just so we're on the same page here, am I expected to have sex with one or more of the guests and perhaps yourself.?"

"I'm still working out the details but since you put it so bluntly, yes, that was my thought. It sounds so crude when you put it that way though."

I put my glass down and turned to face her. 

"Mrs. Long," I said. "you have to understand that being with you was my first experience with a woman and it was stressful for me. No matter how you look at it, I had to accept the fact that I became a prostitute that night. You can use all the pretty words you want, and a lot of others came to me that evening, but it doesn't change the facts."

"Oh dear," she said. "I'm so sorry you feel that way. I certainly don't look at you that way at all. I'm not sure I know what to say."

"It doesn't matter." I said. "If you still want to discuss the party, I would consider it just because of who you are. It's just that I'm still coming to grips with what happened and I can't think of a nice word to use." 

I didn't think she'd see the tiny tear that formed but she did.. 

"Are you ashamed of what happened?" she asked, as she passed me a tissue.

"Yes," I admitted, almost in a whisper. "I guess I still am, but I don't spend a lot of time thinking about it. I can't change what happened " 

"I suppose not," she said. "Would you at least think about it for a few days and let me know? I'm having the party in two weeks, so we have time to talk." 

I sipped at my tea for a few seconds. 

"Mrs. Long," I said. "A few days isn't going to change anything. I'll do it but if you don't mind, I'd like to go over the specifics with you and I don't have time to do that now."

"Would you trust me enough to come to my home for dessert and coffee or tea?" she asked. 

"Of course," I said. "When would you like me to be there?"

"Tomorrow night at six if that meets with your approval."

"That's fine," I said. 

She refused to let me pay for my own meal so I waited until she came out of the café"

"Thank you for a lovely lunch," I said. 

She put her arms around me and kissed me tenderly.

"Could you call me Katherine, Sandi? Mrs. Long just seems so formal. It makes me feel older."

"Katherine. I like that. Katherine it is."

The next evening, I was at her door promptly at six. I wore a simple peasant blouse in white, with pale yellow accents, and a skirt about four inches above my knees.

She came to the door wearing the beautiful robe that I'd conned her into paying nearly three hundred dollars for.

We went to the library, where we were served a delightfully light cheesecake with fresh blackberries in a rich sauce, drizzled over it. 

"Would you like to see the rest of the house?" she asked.

It was a lovely home with five bedrooms, three baths, a large, airy sun room, and a long, open veranda on the second floor, which she told me was directly over the sun room. The veranda on the first floor was not far from the pool, which she said she used several times a week. .

We wound up on the downstairs veranda, where she poured a delicious orange liqueur. 

"I think I owe you an apology," I said. "I'm afraid I may have given you the impression that I blamed you for what happened but I don't and never did. I could have left at any time but I chose not to."

"Well, you don't owe me anything, Sandi," she said. "I can't imagine what you went through"

I smiled and admitted it hadn't been pretty.

"You know, Sandi, it might not help any, but I want you to know that I understand more than you know." 

She got up to move over, looking out at the pool. "Most of the women who you'll see at the shows are well to do, in their late forties or older, overweight and out of shape. For most of us, it is a way to get sexual release other than masturbation. 

I'm sure most of the girls find us to be repulsive if not downright disgusting, but we're blind to that part, finding it easier to handle if we close our eyes to the realities of it. In that respect we're a great deal alike, you and I. As long as we can justify our actions by saying it's just a fashion show, it makes it easier to accept the facts. It isn't easy to accept it when you aren't desirable any more. There are other ways, of course, which might be less expensive, but in no way as discrete or safe as the shows are."

"I'm sure you could find someone to satisfy your needs," I said. "Have you considered some one who could live with you? You might explain their presence by passing them off as a personal assistant or something like that." 

"Well, as you know, I have several women working here but it would never work to be sleeping with one of them. I have to admit that I've been tempted at times, but it isn't just the sex, Sandi," she said. "Though It certainly is a big part of it. I think we just don't want to grow old. We were all quite sexual in our earlier years and none of us want to quit just because of our age. There is a special type of camaraderie amongst us, too. We're all there for the same reason and the girls know why we're there. There's no reason to deny ourselves or pretend to be something we're not." 

"Do you have sex with each other," I asked. 

"Oh once in a while," she said, "but not often, and it's not the same. I suppose, to be honest about it, it's the fact that the girls are so lovely and so young. Two members of our group are married and that presents its own set of problems. The rest of us just have this false image of being totally straight and accepting the fact that we're too old for sex. If only people knew. My god, this town would be shaken beyond words. It's difficult to meet without leaving town so we just don't do it much. 

I suppose we feel that by paying the girls, its all right, We can afford it so why not? It never occurred to me that you might be hurt by it."

"It was such a shock," I said. "I never expected to be with a woman and I never knew that anything like that happened."

"It's very discrete," she said," and that's a lot of it. We're not taking chances with someone we don't know. Most of the girls have been coming there for a long time." 

"I appreciate you sharing this with me. It helps to know you're side of it," I said. 

"I'm not proud of it," she said, "but I've accepted it as a weakness I can live with. I don't really expect anyone to understand. How could they?"

I went to take her in my arms.

"Katherine, I understand and I suspect the other girls do as well. If it bothers any of them that much, they can always leave."

"Enough of this," she said. "I'm getting depressed. Let's talk about Lisa's party."



We went through the plans and I gave her some suggestions for the garments to be shown.

"How do you plan to choose the women selected for the private showings," I asked.

"Each woman draws a number when she gets here. We'll take a break after half of the garments have been shown. At the break, we'll hold a drawing. One number will be drawn at that time, but the winning number will be Lisa's. She will choose from five garments for a personal showing in the guest room suite. While you are gone, we will conduct an auction for the feature item and a drawing will be held for the champagne chemise set. When you return we will serve a light champagne brunch before showing the rest of the garments. At the end of the show, one number will be drawn for a private showing for the winner with a garment of their choice. There is a shower in the suite, which you are free to use before lunch and after the party."

"I guess we've covered everything then," I said. 

I was putting all my notes together when she came to pull me into her arms. 

"Sandi, I have no right to ask this, but would you allow me to make love to you?"

"Of course," I said. 

She led me to the master bedroom where she watched as I stripped and lay on the bed.

For the longest time, she made love to my breasts and this time I allowed her to know what she was doing to me. I had my hands buried in her hair forcing her into my breasts. She bit me so hard it hurt but then she sucked the pain away. 

She moved between my legs and proceeded to lick me into one of the most beautiful orgasms I'd ever known. It wasn't the hardest by far but certainly of the most beautiful..

Spreading me open, she used her hard nipple on my clit to send me flying again, 

I needed a break so I pushed her away, told her I'd be right back and ran down the stairs to get my bag. 

I'd remembered her long clit and the toy I had in my bag. Small but mighty, I knew she was going to lose her mind with the pleasure I could give her. 

She was lying on her back so I hid my toy under her hips, and lay down beside her to start making love to those long nipples. When she shuddered with her first orgasm, I moved to lay over her right leg, spreading her wide to suck and nibble at her clit. She got close and I backed off. A seconds later, I began again and as she got close, I took my little friend from under her and held it to her clit. When I turned it on, she cried out like I'd shot her. Her hips came rocketing off the bed, trying to get more, and with a final scream, cum bubbled from her pussy. Her body continued to shake long after she came and I continued to lick her. 

She finally pushed me away. 

"No more.," she said. "I can't...I just can't."

"You're no fun," I said. 

She gave me a weak smile and held her arms out for me. 

"I could just eat you up," she whispered. "I can't believe I came that hard without a dildo." 

I pressed my little vibrator into her hands. "This is for you, for when you're alone or when you need a little extra for the woman you're with"

"You did that with this little thing?" she asked.

"That and my teeth," I said.

"My god, Sandi. This thing is an orgasm powerhouse."

"I know. I have several small vibes but this one almost rattles your bones."

"Turn over," she said. 

I knew where she was going and what she was going to do and I looked forward to it.

She put two fingers in my anus and palmed the vibe, putting it against my perineum She had it on high and pushed in against her fingers. As it vibrated it moved her fingers inside of me. She curled her fingers into my rectal walls and I about went nuts. Just to make sure she got the job done, two fingers were pumped into my pussy. It only took a few minutes to send me off the edge. She licked at me and cooed into my pussy. 

We showered together and I spent the night with her. She was still sleeping when I slipped out. 



       = The Birthday Party =

I arrived early the night of the party to make sure the garments we ordered had all been delivered. She assured me that everything was laid out in the guest room in order of presentation. .

"We'll be using the sun room if that is agreeable to you." she said.

I went with her to see the garments and walk through the plans for the evening. 

"I do have one suggestion," I said. "It's a beautiful day, and looking at the micro bikini I'll be wearing at the end gave me an idea. Would it be possible to serve the brunch on the veranda? Then I could model the swim suits in front of the pool. After I show the micro bikini, I can dive into the pool." 

"Yes, yes, I like that," she said. "I'll speak to the staff immediately."

"I was meaning to ask you about that," I said; "You have several women working for you, and I know you told me that you don't have sex with any of them, but don't you worry that they will share your secrets with an outsider?

She laughed and shook her head. "They've all been with me forever and they know, or they think they know all my secrets but they've never violated my trust and they stay discretely out of sight until they are needed. Heaven knows they have seen enough nudity around here and more that nothing should surprise them. Besides, the outrageous amount I pay them keeps them silent."

I took a quick shower and put on the first change, a fairly conservative bikini that exaggerated my breasts and my ass, which was thrust upward by my choice of heels.

I listened to the festivities and the singing of the birthday song. There was a lot of laughter when she opened her gifts and I smiled as I imagined that some of them were rather risqué based on the comments I heard.

Once they settled down and moved to the sun room, the music began and I headed for the showing. 

The show went well and Katherine was very pleased. Finally, came the time to draw for the first private showing. Of course, Lisa won and after she chose the garment I'd wear, I changed and waited for her in the suite.

She was a bit younger than Mrs. Long and looked a lot trimmer in a knee length cinnamon colored skirt with matching jacket over a creamy beige silk blouse. She actually appeared to be a bit nervous so I asked her if she was alright and if she wanted me to continue. 

"Yes," she said. "It's just that this was all so unexpected."

"Just imagine you are at the show and just gave me your card." I said.

I paced in front of her, showing her the totally transparent chenoire she had chosen in a pale yellow color, under which I wore the tiniest of white thong panties. 

I stood in front of her and opened the gown, spreading my arms wide. "Feel free to touch," I said. 

She reached to fondle my breasts, paying particular attention to my nipples. I no longer felt the need to restrain my emotions and allowed the mewling to go unchecked. My hips thrust toward her and she trailed her fingers over the tiny patch of fabric, pressing into my slit. 

"Take my panties off," I said, almost in a hiss. 

She slid them off and I kicked them away. I took one step away from her and bent to show her my slit and my anus. When she spread my cheeks to caress my anus. I moaned loudly and pushed into her finger.

She stood and stripped her clothing off, standing there naked. She'd been hiding a treasure under those clothes. Breasts that were about a 38D, with firm dark nipples. A neatly trimmed strip of hair about two inches long hovered over her tight slit. I don't know which of us was more aroused, but when she came back to me, she slipped under me to probe into me with a firm tongue that plunged repeatedly between the lips of my wet pussy. A finger went deep in my ass, followed by a second at about the same time, she found my clit and sucked it sharply into her teeth. My body hesitated a second or two, then it began to burn. I forced her head into my pussy and screamed as the orgasms began. 




Sandi's World of Fashion



I have no idea how many times I came, but she never let up, biting and tugging at my clit while her fingers tried to get deeper in my ass. Eventually, she fought to escape my pussy to breathe, dropping to the floor. I dropped down next to her and fed her my cum one finger at a time.

She fought to get on top, but I pulled away and lifted her to her feet. I led her to the bed, where I put her on her back, lifting her legs high head. She held them there while I got my toys from the drawer where I hid them. I attacked her with a fire in my depths that threatened to devour us both. I buried my face in her wet pussy and proceeded to eat her through a fine orgasm, allowed her to calm and went after her ass with a nine inch slim anal probe which I buried in her clear up to my fingers. With the dildo in her ass, I went after her clit and ass, nibbling at her clit while driving the dildo into her in hard, fast strokes that had her hips whipping into my fingers. She came again and slumped to the bed, dropping her legs down over my shoulders. I wasn't done yet though. I palmed my new mini pocket rocket and went after her clit with it. She screamed so loud she hurt my ears and came in a torrent of creamy white cum that seemed to go on and on. I licked and sucked her sweet juice, then crawled up to feed her cum to her off my tongue and fingers. 

We collapsed into each other's arms and rolled back and forth on the bed with our lips locked together. 

A few minutes later, we got up and headed for the shower. They would be waiting for us and I only hoped that I could walk without leaking cum all over the carpet. With a final kiss, she dressed and I put my robe on to go to the brunch. 

"I've never had orgasms like that," she said 

""Have you been with many women?" I asked. She flushed and shook her head. 

"No one ever made me come like that though."

"You have a beautiful body, Lisa. It was impossible not to keep going."

We walked out onto the veranda to an enthusiastic welcome. As I ate, Katherine pulled me to one side. 

"You must have given her quite a ride," she said. "She was awfully giddy when you came out."

I looked over to where she was talking to the other women. They kept looking over at me and I knew Lisa was having a great time sharing our experience together. 

"I gave what I got," I said. "I think she'll remember this birthday for a long time."

I went in to make my next change, a one piece that was little more than a pair of fabric strips that criss-crossed over my torso, pushing my nipples out I had to be very agile to avoid being thrown down and raped, but I managed to get through it. When I got to the final change, which consisted of three tiny patches of fabric and almost invisible threads, I teased at several of the women and dove into the pool as planned, but then I surprised everyone when I stripped off the suit and threw it high over their heads. It was a perfect throw, arching up with streams of water trailing behind, then dropping into the group. There was a mad scramble for the suit, which was won by a slender woman in her late thirties. I waited till they settled down then climbed from the pool nude. I got some loud applause and some rather graphic invitations but I headed for the suite to wait for the winner of the final drawing. 

= Kelli =

She was probably near fifty, but at about five-two or three, she looked to be about thirty five. She was quite petite, opposite of most of the women there. Her dark brown hair was cut in an impish bob style, short and sassy, which added to the youthful look. Dark brown eyes sparkled with excitement and perhaps lust. ;

"Hi," she said. "My name is Kelli; Kelli Winslow". 

"Well hello, Kelli Winslow. You certainly are a pleasant surprise."

She laughed, more like a giggle, I guess. It was quite delightful. 

"They call me the group dwarf," she said. 

"Well, Kelli, the dwarf, you are just gorgeous." I said.

"I was just thinking the same about you" she said. 

I went over to take her in my arms. We kissed and I started to undress her. 

"Sandi," she said. "I'm fairly new to the group so I've never really done this before. I mean I've been with one woman but well, let's just say the experience was not one I want to remember."

"Then let me make this a beautiful experience for both of us." I said. 

I was enchanted by her breasts. Though quite small in comparison to mine, she had some delicious looking nipples that I could barely wait to taste. I stripped her skirt off to find a surprise. Unlike most women her age, who favor the 'granny' panties, she wore white boy short style panties. I turned her around to caress her tight ass, which she pushed into my hand. 

"It's one of my best features," she said. 

"I won't argue that, Kelli, but certainly not the only one I admire."

Another surprise was that she was nearly clean shaven, with just a tiny patch of dark brown hair, trimmed short. 

"You just continue to surprise me," I said. 

"I just did that yesterday," she said. "My daughter decided at the last minute to be waxed and she talked me into it."

"I love your daughter already," I said.

"I think you might," she said. "she's about your age, a bit taller than me, but with the same build."

"I won't say what I'm thinking," I said.

She laughed. "You don't have to, Sandi, I think I can read your mind."

I wasn't sure if her nipples were sensitive or not but her reaction to my tongue was instant and strong. 

"Oh my god," she cried. "grabbing my head to hold me to her. 

When I began to nibble at them, she almost came off the bed. It was all I could do to hold her down. 

When I started to move down her body, she spread her legs wide. She was burning up with the need to have an orgasm and I couldn't wait to give her one. 

Her pussy was small, of course, with thin labia that guarded the best surprise of all. 

I spread her out and licked at her from top to bottom, not really working over her clit at that time. My tongue slid from that brown patch of hair, through her slit and down over her perineum. I stopped short of her anus because I didn't want to risk offending her at that time. 

Sucking at her little clit was a thrill because she pushed into my face every time I did it. It might be small, but it was very sensitive. When I pushed a finger into her, I learned that she had a very tight pussy as well, and her g-spot was incredibly easy to access, almost too easy. I'd have to be careful not to get her too sensitive there but at the right time, it could be the trigger for a powerful orgasm. 

She didn't scream when she came, she squealed and her legs clamped down on my head. She thrust her hips into me so hard and so fast, that I had to fight to keep in contact with her. Her first orgasm was followed shortly by two more when she held up her hand to get me to stop.

"Can't breathe," she said. 

I crawled over body to straddle her, looking down into those beautiful eyes, now cloudy from three hard orgasms. 

I kissed her face and chest to let her calm, then her lips, again and again. 

"Did you know your eyes turn green when you come?" I asked.

"Really? She asked "I thought I had them closed."

"You did," I said, "but right when your orgasm peaks, they opened wide and green, and it was beautiful, but when you came the last time, they rolled up in your head and I thought you were going to pass out."

"I nearly did," she said. "Do we have enough time left for me to try to give you some orgasms of your own.?"

I kissed her and bent next to her head to whisper, "I'm yours for as long as we wish. You're on my time now."

Still straddling her, I moved up to put my pussy over her face. She was quite good for someone without a lot of experience. I showed her where my most sensitive spots were and she learned quickly. Without using her fingers once, she brought me to orgasm and drank away my cum. When she pushed her finger into me, they were so slender I had her use three and guided her to my g-spot, warning her of over-use. 

With tongue and fingers, she brought me to a second, even more powerful orgasm but I could tell that she was tiring. 

"Let's rest a bit," I said. "We have lots of time and I have so much I want to do with you"

We continued to caress each other, kiss each other and rub into each other's bodies. Neither of us was even close to being satisfied.

I showed her my toy collection in the drawer, immediately eliminating my larger toys due to the tightness of her tiny pussy. When she picked up the eight inch anal probe, she looked at me with obvious concern.

"Is this what I think it is?"

"Yes, but it looks more dangerous than it is," I said, "and we don't have to use it if you choose not to. You can use it on me if you wish. You'll find that used right, it can give you some incredible orgasms.

She chose a multifunction vibrator with beads and a twisting action that was a little slimmer than most of them and cautioned me to be gentle with her. I assured her that I would be very gentle. I showed her my little pocket rockets and she chose the one that had given Katherine such a strong orgasm. When she saw my newest one that looks like a bottle of nail polish, she absolutely went wild for it because while it is very, very slim, it is very, very effective. Unlike most vibes that depend on vibration to stimulate your clit, the tip of this one acts almost like a wild whisker. It is difficult to describe its actions. You'd have to feel what it does for you. Absolutely amazing. It was perfect for her petite body. 

She wanted me to use the nail polish bottle on her first. I put her on her knees with her head down and began licking her to get her good and wet, then I turned it on low to start moving it over her thighs and her perineum before allowing it to approach her clit, since I knew that she was gong go wild when it happened. Also, one of the downsides of that toy is that it can overly irritate a sensitive clit, making the experience one of pain rather than pleasure. I alternated between licking and sucking and moving the vibe closer and closer to her. Once I was sure she was getting close, I allowed the tip to move quickly over her clit. She yelped and twisted away from it at first but when she got used to the extreme level of vibrations, she whipped her body into it. Just before she began to come, I turned it up to send her squealing off the edge. I stopped right away but kept licking her through the orgasm. When she dropped down on me, I pulled my head from under her and moved up to hold her through the seemingly endless shudders.

I spread my legs to straddle her again, but in a sixty-nine position, my head on her legs. She watched as I pushed my big vibe into me, fucking myself with it. I knew it wouldn't be long before she took control and it wasn't. She brought me to one decent orgasm and I told her to go faster and harder until she was beginning to tire. Then she left it in while I showed her how to work the anal probe into me. She used the anal probe and I used the vibe to bring me to an explosive orgasm that left us both drained. 

We wanted more but had to accept the fact that we were, as they say, "fucked out."

We held to each other as we fell asleep. We were still there when Katherine brought us coffee and scones in the morning. 

"It would appear that our final winner won the best prize." She said. 

I smiled at Kelli. "I think I was the big winner," I said. 

She smiled and told us that breakfast was being served on the veranda.

I kissed Kelli and held her against me, whispering to her. "I'd like to see you again," I said," but don't you dare even mention money."

"I'd like that too," she said.

We showered, and dressed. I gave her my phone numbers and the nail polish vibrator.

"Bring that with you," I said. 

Katherine was grinning when we got to the table. "Well ladies, how did you like the birthday party?"

"Oh," I said, "was there a birthday party here? Damn, Kelli, I think we missed it."

"How about you, Kelli, how was your evening.?"

"Incredibly memorable," she said, looking over at me. "Unfortunately, it was also too short, but we're working on that."

"Sandi, you were sensational," she said. "the girls were absolutely raving about you. and Lisa will never be the same."



"I've learned so much about myself, thanks to Sandi." Kelli said. 

"School isn't out," I said, "its just recess time for both of you."

Kelli had to leave, but not before we kissed each other almost to the point of no return.

"Call me," I whispered in her ear as we held tight." Soon."

"I will," she said. 

When I returned to the library, Katherine said she was envious. 

"She wore me out," I admitted.

We talked for few minutes but I needed to leave. 

"I hope I gave you what you were looking for," I said.

"Honey, you were magnificent. You even had the straight girls wetting their panties. How do you feel about private showings now?"

"It was fun," I admitted, "but I'm not sure I'd want to do it very often. If you want to do something like this again though, you can call me."

"Thank you so much," she said, as she came to escort me to the door. "The women will be talking about this birthday party for a long time." 

At the door, she pressed a bulky envelope into my hand. 

"I know how you feel about this," she said, "but please don't hesitate to take it. You earned every bit of this and more. I'll be the hit of the group from now on."

I didn't look in the envelope. That would be the epitome of rudeness. Instead, I kissed her and thanked her for her hospitality.

"Will I be seeing you at the show again soon?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," I said, "but I'll let you know if I do"

= =

I invited Desire' to dinner that night to tell her what happened. 

I told her about my pool trick and how the women had applauded me. I didn't supply much detail about Lisa or Kelli though. 

"It sounds like your tips would be good."

I threw the envelope on the table. She started counting and by the time she was done, she leaned back in her chair. 

"Holy fucking shit," she said."You hit the mother lode, girl."

"Well, that's not all tips," I said. She paid me four hundred for the private show and an extra hundred for the strip at the pool. The rest of it is tips." 

"What did Lisa tip you?"

"I don't know. She didn't tell me who did what and it doesn't matter. That was just awesome sex."

"Are you going to be doing more private shows now?" she asked.

"I'm not sure." I said. "Mrs. Long asked me and I told her I'd do it for her again, but I don't think I'd take any others unless there were some understandings ahead of time. I got to thinking later that it could be dangerous."

"What about the outside shows?"

"I don't know, Des," I said. "I might, but only for Sanderson's where I did the first one. The one I did at Blackwell's was just bull shit. No tips, low pay, more like a cattle show."

"The bunch at Sanderson's is pretty careful," she said. "You might have some rough sex once in a while, but nothing too extreme." 

I told her I needed to think about it before I went back, if I did it at all. When she left, I put the money in a safe place and sat down to rework my budget. 

I dreamt of Kelli that night and woke up with a wet bed and my fingers coated with cum. It was all I could do to get ready for work, but as it turned out, it was a good day to be there, since I received a raise and a promotion to senior assistant manager since one of the older women had accepted a promotion into management.. One of the perks of the job was an extra fifteen percent discount. 

That afternoon, as I was fronting some stock in intimate apparel, Jeanine, the associate in the department brought over a case of panties from one of our top designers. The only way I can describe his line is to call it the ultimate Victoria's Secret sensuality. One style of panties caught my eye so I went to get a closer look at them.

"Aren't those precious?" Jeanine said. "I've got my heart set on a pair of yellow ones and the ones in that new color they call moonbeam."

"I have some in that color from Choiffant's in New York, but they call it pearlescent. I just love it. They go with everything."

Cut in a daring hip hugger boy short design, they were open at each hip with a delicate heart sewn about half way to the waist band. Another heart was about halfway up the front of the panty with a dainty ribbon going up to each hip. There was an almost transparent sheer panel above that. They didn't really cover much but it was enough to tease your lover for sure.

"I'm going to buy some for a new friend," I said.

"Are you sure of her size?" she asked. 

I smiled and nodded, picturing a pair of those on Kelli's petite body and me taking them off.

Several of my fellow workers stopped by to congratulate me and just before quitting time, I got an envelope with only my name on it. 

I stepped behind a display where I could have some privacy and opened it.

"Congratulations," it said. "I just got a call from a friend about your promotion. I couldn't be more proud or happier for you. Dinner is on me when you're free." In the envelope I found a Malken & "Drake gift card for a hundred dollars and a dainty handkerchief with lip prints on it. There was no name, Just a lovely KL. I put the note in my bra and headed for the office to pick up the panties I'd sent there. They cost me most of my first month's raise, but it was going to be worth it when Kelli saw them. 





Several weeks went by without anything out of the ordinary happening. I turned down an offer to work the Sanderson's show just because I was too tired from the extra hours the new job required. Desire told me the next day that it had been a great show and Katherine asked if I was all right. 

I called to assure her that I was just struggling to adjust to the new job. 

"All the ladies are asking about you," she said. "I can't tell you how often they brought up the birthday party."

"It was an experience I'll never forget," I said. 

"Let me tell you, Lisa and Kelli won't forget either. They want me to have another party, even if they have to fake a birthday to get it."

"It might be fun," I said. 

"Can we get together to talk about it?" she asked. 

"Of course," I said. "Just give me a call, preferably for a Friday night or Sunday. I get all the Saturdays for a while since I'm the newest manager."

"Why don't we just set it up for two weeks from Sunday?" she asked. "We can go out to dinner or whatever you want to do. Give it some thought and let me know. I just marked it on my calendar so we just need to fill in the particulars."

I penciled it in on the big calendar on my fridge and headed off to bed. I knew that what she really was hoping for was another planning session like the last one. Oh well, if that's the way it turned out, I wouldn't say no.

= =



The following Wednesday evening, I was pouring over some sales figures for one of my departments while I ate. When the phone rang, I let the machine pick it up, but had the phone in my hand if it turned out to be anyone I wanted to talk to.

I listened as the message played, then smiled as Desire's voice came over loud and clear. 

"God damn fucking machines. Sandi, pick up damn it, I'm going nuts here."

"And exactly where is "here," I asked. 

"I'm at Sanderson's and we have a real cluster fuck here. We're supposed to have eight girls here and we've only got five and one of those is a new girl. Everyone else called off."

"Honey , I don't have time," I said. 

"Then make time, damn it. Please honey, I'm running out of options. They've got a new line called Sweet Sensualities and this is the intro show. Nice stuff, honey. "

"You're not listening, Des," I said. "I've got reports due Friday and I'm up to my ass in alligators trying to get it done."




Sandi's World of Fashion



"Of for god's sake," she said. "I'll come over the rest of the week to help but I need your sweet ass down here. We can't run fast enough to cover for those bitches."

"God I hate it when you whine": I said "I'll get there as fast as I can, but Des, it's the last time. You'll have to find another go to girl and Des..."

"Yeah?"

"Your ass is mine." I said.

"We'll talk," she said, just before she hung up.

       = =

She hadn't been exaggerating. The place was a mad house with garments everywhere and half naked women running around like fools. I stripped and found Des. 

"Table six," she said, "and hurry."

It was, indeed, a beautiful line, very sensuous in a delightful array of pastels and a new fabric I'd never seen before with a sheen almost like plastic, but soft as silk. Our saving grace was that due to the shortage of models, there would be no private showings until after the seventh garment, and no more after that until the end of the show. Of course, that meant that there would be no break for the girls. We would have to pee as soon as we got off the platform, then run back to the next change. 

I picked out Katherine, Kelli, Lisa and a couple others in the crowd right away. I smiled and winked at them with each change and flipped them a wave as I went off stage. 

I dreaded the seventh change and the grope party that awaited us we walked down the ramp, across the stage and on to the runway, where we were totally at the mercy of a crowd of insane rich women. 

I took a deep breath and followed the lead girl onto the approach. "Good luck girls," our boss said. "they're unusually active tonight." 

As soon as I stepped onto the stage, I saw all the girls in my group grab their cards to wave them at me. Of course, Katherine was right up front but another woman reached over her to hand me her card. I heard Katherine call her an unflattering name as she sat back to wait for the servers to bring the champagne and hors d' oeuvre trays. 

The woman that walked through the door for a private showing was probably early fifties, without any distinguishing features to speak of at all, but I got the feeling that under that plain Jane exterior was a woman who just needed to be released by someone who cared about her. 

"This is sort of awkward," she said.

"It's all right," I said, "What do I call you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "Edith...Edith Townsell."

"Is it your first time with a woman?" I asked.

"Actually, I don't even know if that's what I want at all." 

"But you gave me your card," I said, confused. 

"I know, weird isn't it?"

"Why don't you sit down?" I asked, noticing how nervous she was. 

She sat with me on the bed, with just our knees touching.

"You're very beautiful," she said. 

"Thank you, Edith," I said, "but we all have a beauty about us. Sometimes it isn't obvious but it's there. So what is it you want from me?"

She took a deep breath before replying. "I've always been curious about other women," she said, "but you know how the world looks at women who are like that."

"It's not as bad as it used to be," I said, but I know what you're talking about. Would you like to just take it a little bit at a time to find out for yourself?"

"Would you just get naked for me?" she asked.

All I was wearing was a frothy looking robe over string bikini panties so that didn't take long. I stood before her and waited as she reached to touch me, her fingers tracing a line from my navel, over the thin patch of trimmed hair and down over my mons until she slipped them between my wet lips. I gasped as she slid over my clit, and into my wet pussy. Slowly she moved them into me until her hand stopped her from going any further. Then she turned them and pulled them out, holding them to her lips. She breathed in my scent, then put them into her mouth and sucked them. 

"They're wrong," she said. "it isn't not unpleasant at all. In fact, you're quite tasty."

I smiled at her. "Do I get to taste you, now?"

"Oh...well, I don't know...I mean I don't ...oh god, what am I doing?"

I pushed her back on the bed and crawled over her, pinning her to the bed. 

"It's all right, Edith," I said. "Just relax and let me show you something."

She was wearing a knee length skirt, which I easily slid up to her waist to reveal white granny panties that were very wet in the crotch. I ran my finger tip up her thigh, then repeated it on the other thigh, stopping shy of her heat. After doing this several times, she was beginning to mewl so I did it one more time, allowing my fingertip to pass over her panty clad lips. 

She gasped and grabbed a handful of my hair. After several passes over her, I worked a fingertip under her panty leg and made first contact with her lips, now very wet and wanting. 

"I'm taking your panties off, Edith," I warned. She lifted her hips to allow me to slide them off and remove them. 

"Just relax, Edith," I told her, as I pushed a tip of my finger into her. 

"Oh my god," she squealed, as she tightened down on my finger. 

Leaving just the tip of my finger in her, I got her to release my hair so I could move down to kiss her there. Her fingers had the bedding in a death grip, but no matter how tight she was holding on, there was no way to prepare her for the first touch of my tongue to her clit. I spread her open and easily found it, then caressed it gently with the tip of my tongue. 

"Oh god, oh my god, what are you doing to me?" she asked.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, though in all honesty had no such intention.

"No, god no," she said, as I started licking her as I pushed my fingers deeper. 

It took me less than ten minutes to send her flying. She sat up and grabbed my hair as she came, crying out something in a foreign language. Her legs quivered and I was sucking on her clit when she just literally came apart. Her whole body seemed to convulse repeatedly as she gave herself over to a fine orgasm. 

I moved up to kiss her, sharing her hot cum with her. "Are you all right?" I asked.

"I...I...oh, my god." She said. "I never knew..."

"You never knew what, Edith? You never knew it would be that different with a woman?"

"Oh god, no," she said. "It's just that...oh god, how do I say this?" 

She looked me right in the eyes and mumbled something I couldn't understand. 

"I'm sorry honey, I can't understand you."

"I've never had one before." She said. "I didn't know it could be like that."

"Oh my god, are you saying you never had an orgasm before?"

She closed her eyes and shook her head. A tiny tear at the corner of her eye told me a lot about what was going on in her mind. 

"It's all right, Edith. Just take it easy."

I took her in my arms and she just kept mumbling in a foreign tongue as we lay together. 

"I'm such an old fool," she said. "All these years and I didn't know. I just gave him whatever he wanted, just like my mother did for my father. I never knew I could feel anything like that."

"You never masturbate?" I asked. 

She shook her head. "We were always told it was evil and dirty," she said. 

"Edith, you poor thing," I said. 

"All those years...she said. "All those years of feeling left out,"

"It's not too late, Edith." I said. 

Shaking her head as she cried quietly, she put her hand on my arm. 

"I knew I had to do this," she said. "I don't know how I knew, but I knew."

"Now what?" I asked. 

"I don't know," she said. "He'll never be the same to me again, but I can't tell him why I feel that way."

"No," I said," that wouldn't be wise." 

"I'm a mess right now," she said, "and I can't think straight."

"Edith, come with me," I said. "I led her the back way to our changing area, where a couch sits that no one uses. I had her sit there and I knelt in front of her. 

"You stay here till the show is over," I said. "I don't have time right now, but I want to talk to you later. Will you wait for me?" 

She nodded her agreement and I got her some magazines to read but I knew that she'd be watching the eight of us changing and walking around naked right in front of her.

When I went back with the next change, Katherine gave me a questioning look, to which I put my finger to my lips and mouthed "It's ok,"

As I changed for the last time, I glanced back to see her watching me. I gave her a little wave and winked at her. She smiled and waved back, so I knew she was all right.

As I headed for the runway, this woman nearly climbed onto the stage to hand me her card. I saw Katherine jump to her feet, but one of the other women held her back and I didn't know what to do. I mean the rule was, that the first woman to hand you their card is entitled to a private showing. 

I shrugged and continued down the runway, but I could feel the chill in the air from the group as I passed them. 

As I waited for her, I got a feeling that something wasn't right about this situation and had just decided to speak to the management about it when she came into the room. It was apparent right from the start that it wasn't going to be a pleasant experience. She had an obvious attitude about her and the look she gave me was almost frightening. I took a second to gather my thoughts, and plastered a smile on my face as I walked over to take her in my arms. 

What I got instead, was a sharp slap across my face that sent me sprawling. 

"Did I give you permission to touch me, bitch?" she growled.

I struggled to my feet and shook the buzz out of my head. 

"On your knees," she commanded. She had no idea that it was the wrong thing to say. 

Before she could say another word, I slammed her into the door, stepped back and threw a punch to her midsection that dropped her to the floor. 

"What the .....? she sputtered, when she could breathe. "You'd better..."

"No, you'd better," I said. "Get your fat ass off the floor and get the fuck out of here."

"You don't know who you're talking to," she said. 

'No, and I don't care either," I said. "All I know is that no one, man or woman slaps me without paying the consequences. Now get the fuck out of here before I really get pissed because the next punch I throw is going to do some serious damage."

She slammed the door open, muttering about calling security. I tore across the stage and went back to collect Edith. At the last minute, I remembered that I was nearly naked so I grabbed my clothes and pulled on my shorts before leaving, not caring that I was topless. When I walked off the stage, the manager was headed my way and I went right for her. 

"Have my money ready in the morning." I said, without slowing down. "I quit!" 

I was nearly dragging poor Edith along as we left the building. Thank god there was no one other than a few of the customers as I led her to my car. 

"My god, what happened?" she asked. "Who hit you? Your cheek is bright red."

"That's anger," I said. "The bitch slapped me and I put her to the floor with one punch. She wasn't a happy camper. Fuck this place. Desire' warned me about some rough sex but no one slaps me without getting it back times two. That has nothing to do with sex, that's just bull shit."

"Some women seem to like the domineering type partner," she said.

"Well this woman isn't one of them," I said. "I was going to quit anyway and that's the final straw."

"Do you want to talk to me another time?" she asked. 

"Wha..? No, I'm sorry. Let's get out of here. I need a drink."

"You'd better find something to cover up those beautiful breasts," she said, and I looked down and laughed. 

"Yeah, I'd better cover up before I get arrested." I reached back to grab my shirt and pulled it on without bothering about a bra. 

"Where are we going?" she asked, as I left the parking lot. 

"I know a nice quiet place where no one will bother us with an excellent wine and some sinfully delicious chocolates."

She looked at me and smiled. She knew where were headed and she offered no resistance to the idea. 

When I got home, I took a few minutes to clear away the paperwork I'd left undone while she poured some of that wine I spoke of and tried one of the exotic dark chocolates that cost me about thirty dollars a pound or more. When she bit into the center, I saw her eyes open wide in astonishment. Each chocolate is filled with a wonderful berry flavor that just makes you think you've died and gone to heaven.

"Oh my god, Sandi, where did you find these? Oh my god, these are amazing."

"Aren't They?" I asked. "They come from France and the chocolate is very rich. I won't tell you how much they cost."

"I don't care," she said. "I have got to have some of these for those days when you need to escape"

I went to take her in my arms. "Edith, by the time you leave here, you'll want to escape every day, and you'll never be unfulfilled again, I promise."

"Yes" she said, looking into my eyes. "That's the word I was looking for. That's what I've felt for all these years. I never knew what I was missing out on."

"Never again," I said. "We're going to make a new Edith tonight."

"How will I explain it to him?" she asked. "He's bound to notice."

"Oh, he'll notice all right, but I think he'll be pleased."

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, with her eyes flashing her excitement. 

"Everything and nothing," I said. "I'm going to do whatever you allow me to do but you are going to do much to change your life all by yourself."

"Oh?" she said, "and where do we start?"

"We start by changing your name, at least the name I know you by."

"You don't like my name?" she asked. 

I shook my head, "No, I think you'll be much cuter and more desirable as Edie. What do you think, Edie Townsell? Doesn't Edie sound more exciting, more full of life?"

"I don't know," she said. 

I leaned forward to nibble on her ear. "Wouldn't you like to hear me scream out "Edie" at the exact moment my body explodes in an anus busting orgasm that you gave me? Think of it."

"I've never given anyone an orgasm before," she said.

"So little time, so much work to do," I said, nipping at her ear again. I spun her around, almost making her fall. "Ok, Miss Edie, we have work to do. We can't do it all tonight but we'll get started and do the rest tomorrow night if you aren't busy."

"I don't think I have any plans," she said. 

"Good, don't make any. We're going to have fun. I can't remember the last time I had fun like this." 

"So now what?" she asked.

"It's time to bring Edie Townsell out of the dark ages and into the world only today's women can share." I said. 

"All right," she said, "I guess."

I led her over to the couch and proceeded to undress her. When she was completely naked, I had her lie on the couch with her back on pillows I put between her and the arm. 

"Now," I said, as I stripped too, "put your right foot on the floor, and your left foot on the back of the sofa with your knee bent and pulled toward you."

"I feel like I'm on display," she said, covering herself with her hand. 

"You are," I agreed, as I took a similar position on the opposite end of the couch. "Now, I want you to do exactly what I do," I said. "We're going to teach you the fine art of masturbation."

"In front of you? she squealed. "I can't do that, Sandi."

"Of course you can, Edie Townsell. You just do exactly as I do when I tell you. I'll have you coming in no time and by that time, you won't care who's watching you."

I started on her nipples, and by the time I was pinching and twisting mine, pulling at them, and whimpering, she was right with me. She was a bit more hesitant when it came to touching herself where it mattered, but once her finger made contact with her clit, all reservations disappeared. The so called training session quickly became a chorus of cries of frustration as we approached the ultimate orgasm. I had to stop in order to get her to come first, but it was worth the wait. I heard a soft groan but then it began to build until she took a breath just before the fireworks began. Her back arched away from the pillow and her head went back and stayed there throughout the whole orgasm. I watched her chest heave and appreciated the view until she finally relaxed, but her head still lay back on the pillow even as her body sagged into the couch. 

"How was that for your first lesson?" I asked.

"Oh my god, that was amazing," she said. "I'm never ever going back to being good old Edith Townsell again."

I went to get some ice water for us both and give her a few moments to herself. When I returned, she was sitting on the couch, waiting for me to return. 

"I wonder why I never discovered that before now," she said.

"I suppose it was because you accepted what you had been told," I said, "but you know better now."

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"Fifty three years old and I just masturbated for the first time, and in front of someone I just met. How strange is that?"

"You just needed a nudge," I said. "You've been so frustrated for so long, all I had to do was get your mind to accept it

"You said that was my first lesson," she said. "What more do I need to know? You've already shown me that I don't have to be frustrated and unfulfilled. Wasn't that the goal?"

"That is just a part of what you're going to discover,' I said. "Tell me something, Edie. When you get dressed, who are you trying to please? Do you dress to please your husband, or do you dress to a certain standard?"

"I suppose I dress in a way that I know is going to be accepted. I live in a world of people of means. They expect a certain level of conduct and appearance."

"Does Katherine dress according to the same standards?"

"We all do to certain extent. Katherine does push the limits at times but she's always dressed tastefully and modestly so she doesn't have a problem."

"Did you know she doesn't wear panties all the time, or a bra. Did you know that she goes nude when the household help is off?"

"That's not true," she said. 

"It is," I said. "When was the last time you bought any clothes for yourself?"

"It has been awhile," she said, "but I buy clothing that is well made and clothing that will hold up well."

"Come with me," I said. 

I led her to the bedroom where I had her stand in front of the full length mirror. 

"What do you see?" I asked. 

"A foolish naked woman," she said. "I really should get home."

"Hold on, Edie," I said, preventing her from leaving. "Let me tell you what I see. I see a woman of great beauty. A woman of style and grace and a lot of class. The reason we don't see the same woman is that I look for the beauty in every woman, regardless of age or class. Obviously you aren't accustomed to standing naked next to another naked woman so all you see is the very nudity that is unacceptable to the "women of means" as you call them. Now take another look. Look for the beauty I see. Look at the flow of your body, the sensuality of your breasts, and the softness of smooth flesh. Look at how nature has shaped your beautiful curves of your body to flow visibly toward the core, ending with a dive through brown bush and into the slit that conceals your heat."

"You are good for a woman's self esteem," she said, "even if you are blind to the signs of aging."

"Edie, we all age, but your beauty never leaves you. It's just that the shallow, superficial people don't see it. I see a beauty in you that comes out in so many ways. When you were in the midst of your orgasm, I saw nothing but beauty in your eyes, and in your sounds. You weren't fifty plus then. You were simply a beautiful woman in the glorious glow of an orgasm."

She turned from the mirror and came into my arms. "Thank you, Sandi," she said. "You're the first person to ever tell me I was this beautiful woman. Oh, my husband told me I was beautiful when I was in my twenties but he hasn't said it for many, many years. I can't thank you enough."