Note- This story does not portray any actual events. It's just fiction, inspired by those in celebrity.
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Emma Watson already knew about the specialist lingerie store called Agent Provocateur. She had never shopped at the one in London or Paris, but an advertisement in the New York Times caught her eye.
"50% Summer sale on our sumptuous nightwear and exquisite lingerie. Everything must go."
The English actress had time on her hands since moving to NYC, as she awaited news on her proposed Lancome advertising project. And the more she thought about it, the more the idea of purchasing some sexy lingerie to turn on her boyfriend intrigued her.
"Worth the money to get him going." She mused.
Emma had been going steady for over a year now. Her American boyfriend, Leo, was a successful businessman and always busy. Still only thirty, he was good looking with long wavy hair and beard. Their love life was healthy but unremarkable, he being a bit on the dull side in bed. Emma, was a little more daring and adventurous in those matters and craved more than just the requisite missionary fuck and then roll over.
"Sex should be 'dirty' once in a while," she thought on reflection.
Both partners should live out secret fantasies to spice up their sex life without shame. And not once a year on birthdays.
Oh. By the way. Did we say she was a 'little' more daring? Scratch that. Emma Watson was a regular fuck bunny!
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By the time Emma had hailed a taxi on the Upper East Side to take her from Lexington to Madison Avenue, it was close to six in the warm afternoon. She had dressed in a sleeveless dress and flat heels, and wore a pair of dark glasses and her favourite face mask. Which came in handy to keep a discreet profile.
"There it is."
She found the suite where the New York flagship boutique of Agent Provocateur was located, and gazed wide eyed at the almost life like mannequins in the darkly lit storefront, dressed in practically next to nothing. Emma almost turned tail, but she took a deep breath and went inside.
"This is not what I expected."
Indeed, the interior was stunning, with muted tones and luscious fabrics everywhere.
A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, faintly illuminating the many displays and artwork on the walls. There were several lavish chairs sitting on a plush dark carpet, and one glamorous looking chaise lounge. Piped music played softly in the background. With so much attention to detail it was hard not to be impressed.
"Oh, a man."
She was surprised to see a male sales person at the check out counter. She looked around the well lit shop, but apart from the pair of them, they were alone. He wore no uniform, nor anything to indicate that he was an employee.
"Hi. May I help you? My name is Liam." He said with a big smile.
"Oh, I'm not sure. Isn't it a bit quiet in here?"
"You're right. It's six. I was just about to close up. Everybody else left. But if I still can help you in any way, I shall."
Emma looked at the man more closely as she removed her shades. He looked to be younger than her. Mid twenties? With baby blue eyes, and his fair hair pulled back in a ponytail. She liked men with long hair as of late.
"Wow. There's so much to choose from." She noted as she tugged down her mask and nearly tripped over a mannequin bent over backwards by her feet.
"Yeah. We have a wide range of items. Hey, you sound Australian."
Why did Americans always say that?
"English, actually."
"Cool. So what were you interested in?"
"You know. The usual. Stockings. Suspenders. The sort of thing to...to. excite someone."
"Naturally. That's what we do best."
Emma blushed and walked over to one of the racks filled with glitzy items, such as nightwear and bodices. And all quite daring in design.
Liam put up the closed sign in the window of the shop door and joined her and she now saw that he was tall and lean. His ponytail made him appear a bit older than he probably was, but the small cleft in his chin made him rather boyish.
"I think we have what you're after over here."
His hand drifted to her shoulder as he steered her to the opposite wall. She glided across the carpet with him as if pulled by some sort of odd attraction.
"How about this?"
He looked into her eyes as he reached out to a baroque style shelf and held up some refined black silk stockings and smoothed out the length.
"Very nice." Gulped Emma, as she studied the embroidered polka dot pattern.
"And these?"
"Panties?"
"More of a thong really with a padded section in front."
Emma thought she saw a glint of something inviting in his clear blue eyes, and she wondered if he recognised her.
"These, with a demi cup bra and some fancy high heels, you're good to go."
"I don't know if I have the figure or height to look that chic."
"Sure you do. And the heels will help your poise and bearing. Look. I'm in no rush to be anywhere. Why don't you use our changing room and try out some items?"
"Oh, I can't do that."
"There's nobody here but us."
That's just what I was thinking, as she felt her heart beat faster. He handed her a selection of black items and Emma nodded in agreement.
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Emma took a gulp of air and took the offered items into one of the dressing rooms through a heavy velvet curtain.
She saw her reflection in the mirrors on three sides which made for an almost wraparound view, then she kicked her shoes off and unzipped her dress.
Her panties slid down her legs and she stood naked in the room.
What she saw in the mirrors pleased her as she looked herself up and down. Her eyes lingered on her freshly shaven snatch and she smiled at the resulting bald mound.
"Oh, well Here goes."
The silk of the stockings felt nice as she smoothed them out and laid them on the back of a chair.
Emma stepped into the thong first and pulled them up. As she looked at her reflection she saw that the thing didn't cover her mons as such, rather accentuate the plump mound. She gasped as the silk virtually vanished up her cheeks at the back.
From the side it looked as if she were wearing nothing!
The bra came next which she put on over her perky medium sized breasts.
She sat on the chair and carefully unraveled the stockings up her legs. Then she put on the soft belt and fastened the suspenders one by one. Not very easily, but she got there in the end.
"How are you doing?"
"Almost ready."
Emma stood up in the heels and looked at herself this way and that. The silk felt marvelous on her skin and gave her a definite heightened sense of her own sexuality.
She pushed back the curtain and saw an expression of wonderment in Liam's blue eyes as he waited.
"Well. You look breath taking!"
Emma did look refined and sensual. Her light brown hair hung down the top of her back and her fair, almost milky white skin contrasted with the midnight black of the lingerie.
