All the way home the car was almost silent. Rose sat in the seat beside me buried into her own thoughts. Even the back seat was calm and quiet. Whatever magic Yvonne had performed on Mo had certainly worked as she sat with her eyes closed and a quiet smile on her lips. Yvonne stared out of the window, oblivious to her streaked lipstick. Every so often I caught her licking those lovely lips and giving a secret smile to herself.
I was grateful for the peace as I had much to think about. My life had suddenly become more complicated. I wasn't complaining because I knew it was all down to me. What had started off as simply employing a new office trainee had become something much bigger. Yvonne had started to become a permanent fixture in my life. I was worried how she would react if I started to show an interest in someone else. The truth is I held a great affection for Yvonne despite the short time we had known each other. And yet I felt myself lusting after Rose. I just couldn't help myself especially after having seen her in all her glory.
I glanced sideways at her. She was sitting quietly staring out of the windscreen. Her top had once again risen up, completely obscuring her cleavage. I wondered if this was by accident or design. Either way I felt deprived of some of her charms. I took one hand off the wheel and reached across and started to tug it down again. She jumped when she felt what I was doing and looked over at me. I frowned her a silent message and she allowed me to pull it down as far as I could. It wasn't as low as I'd set it in the shop, but it would have to do for now. At least it was now obvious that she had breasts. Smiling secretly to myself I concentrated back on the road in front of me.
When we got back home, we piled out of the car, grabbed all the carriers from the boot and went inside. There were things that needed organising. I shifted into 'boss' mode without a problem.
"Yvonne, take Rose into the living room. Mo ... can you find a bottle and some glasses? You know where they are. I just need to fetch something from upstairs."
Without waiting for a reply, I headed for the stairs. Carol was brilliant at judging her customer's requirements, but I felt that something was missing from Rose's ensemble. In my room I searched through various drawers until I found what I was looking for. I grabbed a few more items before going back down. Mo had wasted no time. When I walked in, she already had the bottle open and the wine poured. All three of them were sitting on the chaise, glasses in hand with a fourth on the table in front of them. Mo had already pulled Yvonne onto her lap and was fervently kissing her while Rose sat at the other end trying not to look at them with an embarrassed blush adding to the redness of her cheeks. I was pleased to see that, just for once, her blouse had not been pulled up but remained at the level it had been in the car. I dumped the stuff I had brought with me from upstairs on the table at the side and motioned for Rose to move along to make room for me. I sat down, picked up my wine and spread myself freely so she was squashed between us. Mo and Yvonne came up for air as I sat down.
"Have we all had a fun afternoon?" I asked.
"Fucking brill, darling," was Mo's enthusiastic reply before she ducked her head down and kissed one of Yvonne's nipples that had somehow escaped from her bra.
Yvonne simply smiled at me before returning attention to Mo. I turned to Rose and, after placing a hand gently on her bare thigh, asked, "how about you?"
She hesitated and then, "yes, Miss, but ..."
"No 'buts'," I scolded her, "I enjoyed it as much as you did. However, ..." I smiled to myself as a nervous look flashed across her face. I reached to the side and picked up a package from the table beside me. "However, ... much as I appreciate Carol's skills at picking out wardrobes, I differ from her in one thing about your outfit Rose."
She looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"She thought bare legs were the best option but, for me, I think a pair of nice sexy stockings would be so much nicer. Don't you agree?" and I held up the package. "This is a pair of the best quality hold-up stockings and they will go perfectly with what you're wearing underneath. Now, up you get and stand over there."
She glanced sideways but Mo and Yvonne were taking no notice. Yvonne's blouse had now gone completely, and both her nipples were peeking over her bra. With a resigned look Rose stood up and went to where I pointed. I leaned across and smacked Yvonne on the leg and she came out of her Mo-induced trance and yelped. I very dramatically tapped my wristwatch.
"It's not home time yet," I told her, "technically you're still at work, young lady. You can fuck Mo in your own time." As she watched I tore open the package, pulled out a pair of red stockings, wafted them through the air and held them out to her. "Help Rose put these on," I told her.
Disentangling herself from Mo's octopus-like embrace she took the stockings from me and walked over and knelt at Rose's feet. She gently tapped her on the leg and I smiled quietly when Rose lifted it up. Off came her shoe and a stocking was carefully placed onto her foot and rolled up her leg. I had the feeling that Yvonne spent more time than was strictly necessary in adjusting it but by now Rose knew better than to complain. The shoe was replaced on her foot and then Yvonne gently placed it back on the floor. Without asking, Rose lifted her other foot and the process was repeated. Yvonne finally stood up with a look of a job well done. She took Rose's hand and theatrically presented her to Mo and me. I gave them both a short applause.
"You look stunning, Rose, you really do. Just turn around for me, there's a good girl."
She did so nervously. I liked what I saw, the skirt just short enough to show the filigree patterning of her stocking tops and her blouse pulled low enough to show a hint of cleavage but I was still a little disappointed.
"That's lovely, Rose," I complimented her, "but this is not showing off all the other items I bought. They were, after all, the main focus of our shopping trip. Please take off your blouse and skirt for me. Yvonne, perhaps you could help." I smiled benignly at them both, but my voice made it clear that it was a command.
Yvonne quickly got my plan and stepped up to Rose at once and began to lift the blouse up. Rose was slower to react and at first looked confused. Eventually she lifted her arms to allow the blouse over her head. By the time Yvonne had unfastened her skirt and let it slide down over her legs she was once more in compliant mood and lifted first one foot then the other, steadying herself with a hand on Yvonne's shoulder as she did so. When she was free of her outer clothing she stood before us with her hands shyly held over her breasts, shielding her nipples from view.
"Tut tut, Rose, don't hide your charms from us," I chided her.
Yvonne came to the rescue by taking one of Rose's hands and lifting it high in a sort of victory pose. At last I was able to enjoy the fruits of Carol's skill and my generosity. She looked magnificent and so very sexy and fuckable. The corset was a masterpiece of the corset maker's art. It cinched her waist delightfully which, along with the clever 'squeeze and lift' construction gave her a pair of boobs to be proud of. That her nipples peered over the top made her even more desirable. Her thong was the merest scrap of cloth that hid virtually nothing as the bottom of the triangle had started to work its way between her lips which peeked out either side. I made a twirling motion with my hand and, with Yvonne's encouragement, she slowly turned around. The lacing down the back of the corset was in black which nicely echoed the black trim elsewhere. The thong was almost invisible, buried as it was between the cheeks of her arse. And what an arse it was! Plump and full and just begging for a spanking. I turned to Mo for her approval, but her eyes were fixed on the pair of girls in front of her.
"So, what do you think?" I asked her, nudging her to get her attention.