LINGERIE MODEL PT.01
"Oh yes, Jennifer, I'd love that! ...I've never played one before!" Lauren gave a giggle and a hug.
"Well, don't get too excited 'Miss Lingerie Sales Girl'. Watching the store on a Wednesday afternoon is pretty slow. But thank you so much! My assistant Cheri is out today and I really have to finish up designs for the new line in the back studio. Just forty-five minutes or so, k?" replied Jennifer, the owner of the exclusive lingerie store.
"And I must say, you're dressed perfectly for the part! Vey high heels, stockings, nice light and loose skirt, sheer blouse with a very demure cardigan concealing what I'm sure is one of our elegant bras. Enough of a wholesome shop girl who won't scare off the lady shoppers, but definitely hot enough keep the occasional male customer intrigued, right?"
"Perfect! I think you're so right Jen. I should keep this sweater buttoned, because look at it open. Recognize this bra? "
Lauren opened the top few buttons and pulled the cashmere aside to reveal the lace beneath the sheer blouse. The black quarter-cup bra pushed her round breasts up and out but left her pierced nipples nicely visible.
"Wow! Stunning, Lauren! Nice jewelry on those stiff nips of yours, but button up sweetheart, I think those perfect tits might intimidate the shoppers!", laughed Jennifer.
Lauren was a natural at role-play. As a fashion model, she was very popular with designers because she could easily embody whatever look, attitude, or persona they needed. The truly stunning blond twenty year old stood at five foot ten. She had those fashion model breasts, about a B cup, high and firm, plus a tight ass, perched on long lovely legs.
Since she could do runway, video, catalogue, or print, her fees were at the top of the industry. She loved the work. Any and all modeling was heaven for a born cockteaser like Lauren. She thrived on being watched. Dominating the male gaze made her job more like thrilling foreplay. The flash and click of the cameras were little licks all over.
High fashion was elegant and all, but her true wish was to model glamour and lingerie. Contractual issues made that impossible. And besides, she had to admit that even if her tits were perfect for couture, they just weren't big enough for glam. There were certainly plenty of small tit pornstars, but the lingerie and glamour field still preferred a large bust.
While she wasn't allowed to strut the runway in lingerie, a lover's date with Lauren was quite a private show, starring a luxury slut intent on a showing off her vast collection of lingerie which always led to lots of hard fucking.
Her lingerie closets were filled with the most luxurious French and Italian brands plus amazing custom pieces by Jennifer. So, whenever the model was in L.A., she spent hours shopping and talking lingerie in Jenn's beautiful shop where she could admire herself, mirrored in one outfit after the other. In fact, those custom pieces were the inspiration for Jennifer's new line that would soon be available only by appointment or from a password access website.
As Jennifer's shop girl on this quiet Wednesday afternoon, Lauren amused herself by going through the drawers of new panties. Mesmerized by the vast selection, she barely heard the door jingle. She turned and was delighted to see a handsome man in a beautiful suit striding toward her. Sophisticated, touch of grey at the temples, he projected an air of confidence that went straight to her pussy.
"Good afternoon, sir. I'm Lauren. Please let me know if I can help you find what you're looking for."
"Good afternoon and thank you Miss Lauren, I'm Jackson Cartridge, a loyal customer of Jennifer's. Indeed, I actually would like some advice. I'm picking up a few gifts for four lovely women who all have different opinions about an important subject. My question is, to be frank, what are the best kind of panties to wear with garters and should they go below the garters or on top? It's a perplexing problem of aesthetics vs practical access. You see", he came up very close, "there's nothing more beautiful to me than a woman offering herself in stockings, garters, and perhaps a corset such as these over here. And I so love the beautiful panties which must inevitably be removed."
"Well, you're asking the right girl, sir. I'm almost always in garters," Lauren smiled as she lifted her skirt just enough to expose the tops of her stocking,"so I know what you mean about the 'access' problem, but, you know, getting there is half the fun, don't you think? Personally, I like a man to work for it, so sometimes I make it hard for him because that's how I like it, you know,..hard."
Lauren went straight to the heavy flirting. What the hell, here was a very handsome man comfortable asking very direct questions in a lingerie shop. She was wet already as she saw his eyes take her in.
"Excellent, I'll follow your professional advice... anywhere."
"Good! Let's browse the options together and we'll pick out a pretty selection for ...four women, correct? Do you happen to know their sizes, sir?." Lauren worked her hot little ass as she led him down the aisle, knowing that he was loving the show.
"Yes, in French sizes, three at thirty-six and one at forty, or XXS and S in US sizes."
"Oh, I like a genteman who knows his way around lingerie."
Erin twirled around quickly as they reached the corset section, so that they were brought up very close, her cardigan now open and, to her delight, his eyes right on her peirced nipples.
"Ah, very nice Miss. I didn't know that Jennifer was now selling jewelry. Perhaps you'll share some advice about those as well."
"I'm here to serve, sir! Now, I'll pick 3 or four items for each of your lucky women, corsets with garters and stockings, and panties."
Lauren pretended to think nothing of displaying her erect nipples and turned to choose the twelve sets with complete assurance. Close behind her, Mr. Cartridge was completely hypnotised by that amazing ass which Lauren worked like the pro she was. The thrill was both the heat of his gaze and the large price tags adding up. By the time they reached the panty cabinet he was in for at least $7,000.
"And now, sir, the last stop, those delicates that hold the real treasure, panties! Come, let's look in these drawers." Her eyes on his bulging crotch, "I mean the display drawers... These are all the finest quality panties starting from full coverage classic briefs, French cut, boyshorts, thongs, g-strings, our new harness styles, oh god, just everything you can imagine! We could start with the most accessible, for example these exquisite French ouvert, or open, thongs. But first let's start with this top drawer of satin classic briefs... "
The open drawer next to the panties caught Mr. Cartridges eye.
"This drawer looks like a new extension of Jennifer's offerings. I like those jeweled buttplugs, they look lovely in place, don't you think, Lauren? "
"Ohh I know, sir, they're so glam and sooo dirty! I love the way they feel, mmmm, sorry, I guess I might be, you know, ..oversharing a bit? "She giggled," but really it's true! I just love the way a plug moves in me just walking around all day, or dancing!, that's really soo stimulating. And men always say how hot it looks and how it makes my tight pussy even tighter so they feel their cocks rubbing over the bulge inside!"
Lauren realized she was caressing the ruby and gold plug laid in the velvet drawer while she carried on. She also knew perfectly well how she was steaming up the client. The extra thrill was the money involved. That particular plug was gold plated with a 3 carat burma blue rose cut sapphire. Just a little ass bling sparkling for $23,000.
"This one is my personal favorite!"
"um, sooo, anyway..you know right now I'm wearing a pair of these classic white satin full back panties."
Lauren ran her finger down the smooth satin crotch of the briefs laid out in the drawer.
"Feel how silky these are, here, give me your hand. See? Now," Lauren held his hand and let him really look her over. The full length mirror was behind him so that she could watch herself work him. His hungry eyes ran down her sheer blouse to her short flowing skirt. She lifted the front hem then guided his hand across her stocking tops , her black garters and onto the crotch of those white satin panties.
"Feel how nicely they fit on a bare pussy like mine.."
"Now imagine these on your demure secretary or some office librarian down in the stacks of the archives. Under the garters like this, you just can't get right in like those open crotch micro thongs in the next drawer. But, feel how smooth that satin is stretched over my bald pussy lips."
Lauren whispered as she pressed his hand over her beautiful crotch.
"Now run your hand over my tight ass and feel that expensive silk."
She lifted her hem with both hands and watched him slide his fingers up and down her slit where the satin was already slick from her wet cunt. With growing hunger ruffling his calm façade, he reached around and grabbed a handful of her perfect ass.
"Oh my, sir, you have a nice touch!. It feels so good, right? And look how these full panties are worn under my garters. They cover my whole pussy and ass. You'll never get your hard cock past these panties and keep my garters on, but I can show you just how sexy that can be. Shall I show you sir? Will it help you select what you like best? No one will see us between these racks if another customer shows up. Just stand here close to me and I'll show you...ahh!"
Lauren let out a soft moan as he brushed her clit through the slick fabric.
"Yes, I think you should show me everything Miss. You're right about how great this satin feels over a tight ass like yours. Won't that be be a perfect place that sapphire plug? Can we at least get that inside those panties? Uhm, and what is that curious fat syringe object next to the plug?"
