Author's note. These are not stand alone stories. If you haven't read chapters 1-4, please go back and read them first, or this chapter will make no sense.
Chapter 5: Private session
As we approached the shopping district where
Visions in Lace
was located, it suddenly dawned on me that it was getting fairly late in the afternoon. Would the store even be open?
I queried Jack and he responded, "It's interesting that you bring that up. She actually requested that we come towards the end of the business day. As you probably noticed, she doesn't stay open late, even on Saturdays. I think she intends to have a private session with us."
A little chill ran down my spine. "Private session" could mean a lot of things. I guess the "Vanessa" syndrome was taking over again, and maybe I was seeing things that weren't really there. Like the erotic moment with Suzy back at
Wild Pair.
Did she really give me a meaningful look and stroke the back of my leg after looking up my skirt? Or was I just seeing everything through lust-colored glasses?
When we arrived at the store, the staff was obviously beginning to close up for the day. One of the staff members was headed towards us when Marguerite materialized out of the office and stepped forward.
"Never mind, Marie, I know this couple, I will work with them personally," she said in her precise, German-accented English.
Marie dipped her head slightly in acknowledgment and headed back to the rear of the store.
Marguerite was as an extraordinary a presence as ever. She had to have been 5' 10" or 5' 11" at least, although it was hard to tell because of her very tall high heels. She seemed to be slender, like a dancer, although the loose black dress she wore hid even that aspect of her looks.
The one thing that was easy to see was that, like the first time we had met her, she eschewed the currently fashionable heavily teased and permed hair for a single long jet-black braid that hung down the middle of her back almost to her waist. She didn't seem to wear a lot of makeup, but she had on a dark red lipstick that highlighted the paleness of her face.
"Mr. Jack, I'm so glad to see you!" She followed up the warm greeting with the touch of a hand on Jack's arm, and then she took both of my hands in hers and kissed them gently, looking me directly in the eyes for a long moment. "And the beautiful miss Vanessa. How kind of you both to grace my premises again."
Jack replied, "Thank you so much for your note and your offer of assistance. We are quite interested in seeing what you've put together, and perhaps talking with you further."
"But of course. We are just closing up, so let's go back to the dressing room and I'll show you the pieces we talked about. We won't be disturbed there."
It turned out that she had two main clothing items she wanted to show, presumably ones that she and Jack had discussed over the phone. One was a dressy pair of pants and the other was what you might call "city shorts" - skirt-length shorts with wide legs. I went into a small changing area off the mirrored stage to try them on.
Unsurprisingly, they fit perfectly.
I went back out into the stage area to model the dress pants for Jack. I wasn't sure what the point was, exactly. I mean, they were lovely pants, and extremely well-made and fashionable, with a sort of flap or scarf that attached on one side like a large belt and hung down over the rear. They also seemed to have a little extra material in the crotch but it wasn't uncomfortable. They had a placket-covered zipper in front, like mens' pants, a style that was becoming increasingly more popular.
I didn't think they really met Jack's "accessibility" criteria but I said nothing, stepping back onto the stage.
Jack smiled at me and asked, "So Marguerite, how do these work?"
Marguerite didn't answer immediately; instead, she had me turn my back on Jack and lifted the flap in the back of the pants. "This little scarf attachment, which is removable, covers a placket in the back of the pants. The placket covers a small zipper that separates the pants in two, like this."
She turned me back around to face Jack, then she demonstrated by pulling the front zipper all the way down to the crotch. What I hadn't noticed when I slipped them on is that the zipper continued all the way around to the back. It was suddenly quite obvious to me that with the concealed placket in the back, these pants functioned exactly like the "zip-around" jeans we had purchased earlier that same day, but were much less obvious.
"If she is wearing a tunic top or suit jacket, the scarf attachment can be dispensed with, as the top will cover the placket. The shorts are the same; a little bit different in the concealment method, but the same ultimate result. The delicious miss Vanessa will instantly be sexually available to you whenever and however you want her."
Wow. There it was. I mean, we all knew what we were talking about here, but to hear Marguerite say it out loud, standing right next to me was, well, wow. I felt like saying, "Hey, I'm right here guys!" but of course I didn't. And "delicious." That was a new one. I tasted that one on my tongue for a moment, and decided I
liked
it.
Jack nodded his head. "It looks very nice, and excellent quality work. I can definitely see the occasions for use, particularly in colder weather. I must admit, though, I much prefer her in a skirt or dress."
Marguerite smiled. "Of course you do. She has beautiful legs and should display them whenever possible. A skirt is
much
more convenient in every way.
"I do have something else I'd like to show you, though, that I think you may like. Vanessa, this way please," and she led me back into the changing room.
She followed me in with several boxes. "Vanessa, would you please undress completely?" she asked politely. She didn't offer to leave the room.
I was a little hesitant - the marks on my back from the whipping Jack had given me last night were all too plain - but I felt I really had no choice but to comply. I slipped out of the new pants, removed my blouse, and proceeded to remove the stockings. Marguerite unhooked the bustier from behind and I laid it on one of the chairs.
I stood, barefooted, on the carpeted floor. I shivered a little, from the cold, or perhaps simply being naked in front of her.
Marguerite examined me closely, up and down, in the front. I had the distinct sense of being inspected, like I was a soldier going on parade or something. She was so tall in her heels that I was almost looking at her chest.
She lifted my chin up and looked me intently in the eyes. "There is no reason to be afraid,
liebchen
, your Jack and I will take good care of you. Turn around, please."
While I was still thinking about the implications of that, I began to wonder how she would react to the marks on my back, but she simply said, "These stripes look pretty painful. Are they?"
I nodded without speaking.
"Just a moment then." She disappeared from the room and reappeared with a jar. "This is aloe vera, directly from the plant. It will help remove some of the residual sting and heal them more quickly. You should keep a plant around, or some of the cream made from it. I think you are going to find it useful."
She took some of the creamy substance from the jar and began to apply it to my back as I stood, naked, before her. The cream felt wonderful. Her hands felt pretty good too. She wasn't applying it in an impersonal way, like a doctor or nurse would. She was caressing my back gently, almost like a lover. Her hands crept around to the sides of my breasts and down in front of my hips as she spread the cream where the belt had wrapped around my sides. I was beginning to breathe a little harder when she stopped and capped the jar.
She placed the jar aside and said, "I'm going to have you try on something that I think Jack will really like. It's an under bust corset. I'm not going to cinch the laces very tight, given the sensitivity of your back, but it can be tightened quite a bit if he wants you to do so later. You are 22 inches in the waist," a statement, not a question, "so you could reduce it down to 20 without much difficulty or 18, or possibly even smaller, by tightening it completely."
