Chapter 26: Trying it On For Size
"Do you think it would be okay for me to ask Phil about applying to law school?" I asked as I ate breakfast with Chris, Alexis, and Ty one morning.
"Why not? He's a lawyer and can probably make good recommendations," answered Chris.
"But if she went to school, then she'd have to quit her job at his law firm," countered Ty. "I know he likes having her around." Ty winked blatantly.
"That's not fair! She works hard for him. She's not his kept mistress," objected Alexis.
"I'm sure she does work hard for him. And I'll bet he gets hard for her too!" Ty laughed.
"I've been a good girl at work!" I protested. "In fact, he hasn't paid much attention to me at all. He's been too busy. In fact, sometimes, I wonder if he even notices me."
"Oh, poor baby. Are you feeling neglected? Not getting enough sex?" Chris teased.
I picked up Chris' hand and kissed it. "No, babe, it's not that. Between my attentive boyfriend and our little adventures, I get plenty. It's just that since he pays our rent and pays our membership dues at Club X, he's kind of like our sugar daddy. I thought he might demand a bit more attention from me in exchange for what he's doing for us. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah," agreed Alexis. "I thought that he'd be hitting us up more, demanding a quid pro quo—especially from you since you are working at his office."
"Maybe," reflected Ty, "you should ask Lance for some advice. He's friends with Phil, and he understands how power exchanges work."
"That's a good idea," agreed Chris. "You don't want to be an administrative assistant forever, so it would make sense to go to law school, but you also don't want to piss off your generous patron. Ask Lance. He'll steer you right."
I texted Lance. He replied cryptically: "I'll take care of it." An hour later, he texted again: "It's arranged. On Friday, wear something provocative, concealed under a coat. At quitting time, when everyone else leaves, meet in the conference room. He'll be waiting to remove your coat. He will give you what you seek."
I shrieked. "Alexis! Come see this!"
"What?" I showed her my phone. "Oh my god! It sounds like Phil wants to give you a good recommendation and a good fuck at the same time! What could be better than that? He may violate some HR rules, but I'll bet a powerful lawyer like that would beat it in court."
"I don't want him to beat it in court, I want to beat it for him while he courts me!" We both laughed. "Oh my god. What am I going to wear? I have some nice blouses and skirts, but he's already seen all my good underwear and I don't have a nice coat that I could wear comfortably for an entire work day."
"It is a pity that you don't know someone who works at a high-end clothing boutique," Alexis teased. "We have the perfect coat at Amuse, and our lingerie section is better than Victoria's Secret. I've been lusting after some items myself."
"I didn't know that! You've been holding out on me! Wait a minute. I probably can't afford anything at your store. What am I going to do?"
"I got you. Come to Amuse at closing tomorrow. We'll fit you for a bra and panty set. I'll use my employee discount to make it relatively affordable. And we'll borrow the coat and return it the next day. Just keep it clean and leave the tags on. Okay?"
"You're the best, bestie!" I gave her a big hug.
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The following day, I arrived at Amuse just before closing time. Alexis had convinced her boss to leave the store early, since there was only one customer left before she had to lock up. The young man was browsing the negligée section and she was trying to help him select an item for his girlfriend. She left him for a moment to greet me.
"Here's the coat I had in mind. What do you think?"
"It's perfect! Just what I was picturing." I tried it on. It fit me well. It had a V-neck and three over-sized buttons in front, reached to mid-thigh, and sported a black and white checkered pattern.
"Plus," enthused Alexis, "it is thin so you can wear it indoors all day without overheating, and, I must say, it flatters your figure nicely."
I spun around to show it off. As I turned, I noticed the man watching me. I raised my eyebrows questioningly. "That looks good on you," he offered.
"Thank you very much," I acknowledged. "Do you think I should get it?" He nodded. Then turning back to Alexis, I smiled. "The gentleman approves. I'll take it."
"Set it on the counter. I need to help him pick out some sexy underwear for his girlfriend." She went to him and I went to the counter to put the coat down. I returned to where they were, since I needed underwear too. Alexis was holding up a skimpy bra with satin straps and sheer cups in front. "This is sure to make a girl feel sexy. You want to get her in the mood for some spicy fun, right?"
He blushed. "Well, yeah," he admitted.
"Of course you do. You're a good-looking guy in your prime. Life's too short to not splurge on something risqué to have some good naughty fun." He blushed more. She held up the bra in front of me. "Am I right, girl?" she said, raising her eyebrows, enlisting me in her conspiratorial sales pitch.
I took the bra from her hand and pressed it to my chest. "You are definitely right." I looked him in the eyes. "If you gave this to me, it would get me in the mood for sure. I'd wear it for you right away. I'd give you a private show that you'd never forget." I spun around, my hair flying. "And, if you got me matching panties, you'd get lucky for sure."
His eyes got big as he stared at my chest. "Wow. That looks even better on you than the coat."
"That's the idea," said Alexis. "The coat conceals the brassiere. And when the surprise is revealed, the bra stands out even more. Now, if you like that bra, let's find you some panties so we can be sure that our guy gets lucky." Alexis searched for some panties and the guy's eyes followed her movements. I looked at the price tag on the bra. It was expensive! It was more than I had ever paid for a bra—by far. I wondered how big her employee discount was.
"Here we go. How about a matching thong?" She held it up. There was a thin strap in the back, with a teasing sheer panel in front. "Do you think she'd look good in that?"
"Yeah, I..." he stammered, embarrassed to be discussing girls' underwear with two strangers.
"What do you think, Layla? Do you like it?" She handed it to me.
I held it in front of my crotch. "I absolutely adore it. How does it look?" He stared, his mouth open.
"It looks like it would be sexy as hell on your body." She turned to him. "What does your girlfriend look like?"
"Well, she's pretty..."
"Of course she is. I mean what size is she?"
"Uh, I don't know. She's about your size," he offered helplessly, looking back and forth at us.
"You don't know her size?" Alexis's voice betrayed a hint of exasperation.
"No, not really. Well, she looks like you two."
"Which one of us?" demanded Alexis.
"Um, both of you?
