Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I’m just about to nod and to instruct Maxine to contact the tailor when the salesgirl bites her lip while shooting me a look from beneath her lashes.
“I know you have questions about this particular style of lingerie, and perhaps to help you make your decision, I could model it for you,” she murmurs, wiggling her wide hips a bit.
What the hell? I know I shouldn’t be surprised, yet I am. I pause, the silence pregnant in the air between us.
“So you’d put on the g-string to show me how it looks in real life,” I growl.
“Yes,” Maxine replies in a slightly breathless tone, her nipples hardening beneath her silky blouse. “It’s part of the VIP services here at the Secret Garden. We aim to provide the utmost in customer service, and modeling the lingerie is something that we do on occasion. If you’re interested, that is, Mr. Kenneally,” she adds with a bright red flush to her cheeks.
I’m stunned by this revelation, but again, I shouldn’t be because there’s a significant amount of money on the line. When it comes to high rollers, every business pulls out all the stops. What the Secret Garden can earn from me today will likely exceed the store’s total sales for last month. Potentially even the last year, if they play their cards right.
“So management knows about the modeling,” I begin in a slow tone.
Maxine bites her lip, rendering it a plush cherry pink, and nods slightly.
“Yes, management knows. In fact, management encourages it,” she adds in discreet murmur. “They’ve hired a number of new girls in the past year or two to execute this new strategy, and I’m one of them.”
“I see,” I rumble, stroking my bronzed jaw with one big hand. “So there are no longer any salesladies in their forties and fifties trying to peddle lingerie?”
“There are a few,” Maxine affirms, her blush descending to color her chest fetchingly. “I mean, cougars are a thing these days, and you know that different folks like different strokes. But in general, most of us girls are in our twenties now. Samina is actually in her teens,” she adds, cocking her head to one side. “I think she has a fake ID,” she adds in a whisper, “but that’s just between you and me.” Then Maxine straightens and smiles prettily. “So what do you say, Mr. Kenneally? Is modeling something you’d enjoy? I’m happy to proceed,” she purrs.
I swear, the young woman’s nipples look as hard as diamonds as they point out against her silky blouse, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s the slight scent of creaming pussy in the air. Is Maxine wet already? My fingers twitch because the truth is that I’d love to find out. I’ve always adored running my hand through a woman’s sopping slit, and then maybe penetrating her vag and tweaking her clit for fun. It’s not wrong to do it, either, because Lily and I aren’t in an exclusive relationship. My stepdaughter and I have an unspoken understanding of sorts, which is that we’re loyal to one another, but with the freedom to have sex with others on the side. That is, until Lily gets pregnant with my child. Then, all bets are off and no man will touch those luscious curves but me.
But that leaves open the possibility of a dalliance with Maxine today. Again, the salesgirl is pretty enough, with delicate features, a big bust, and wide hips. Her hair looks terrible, but as if reading my mind, she reaches in back and pulls a few pins out of the black mass so that her locks come tumbling down. They’re still a bit stiff from the product she uses, but she runs both hands through her tresses, loosening the strands, and that improves things a lot. Her locks tumble down, tousled and sexy, and a low growl begins deep in my chest.
“Let’s do it. Why not?” I rasp, shifting a bit on the couch as my cocks begin to harden. “I’m sure after seeing the panties modeled, I’ll be able to make a decision.”
“Of course,” Maxine replies breathily, her big bust rising and falling with excitement now. She holds the red pair up in her right hand, the purple one in her left, the lacy fripperies dangling from her fingers. “Do you have a preference on which one you’d like to see first?”
I squint, pretending to think.
“Let’s go with the red,” I rasp. “No need for the crystal today. I want to see how the clit patch looks in action.”
She nods and bites her lip.
“Of course, Mr. Kenneally. Let me just get changed.”
For a moment, I think Maxine’s going to rush off to a changing room before re-appearing in nothing but the sexy panties. But instead, the young woman takes the red g-string in hand and leans down to step into them, gingerly positioning one high heel through an opening, before following with her second high heel.