I shower again, fuming inside about last night's treatment. Then 'POOF' I remember I agreed to have drinks with the sexy, young, boutique clerk; DAMN.
I must go see her to apologize for not showing up. Geezus, I hope she forgives me, she's so cute. Oh, I wish I'd been with her, not Yvette and those disgusting men.
I'm starving... so I'll eat first; it'll give me time to think up a great apology. I quickly brush my hair, a little lip gloss, grab my other new dress, pull it on, zip it up, slip into my sandals, get my phone, the free pay card and I head downstairs.
I go directly to the restaurant, sitting in the same spot as yesterday, scanning the menu, I request a glass of red wine, and some time to decide.
I see Yvette approaching, as I set down the menu; Geez she is enticing, wearing a shimmering dark green, form fitting, calf length evening gown, spike heels, she sits beside me. Waves for the waitress.
"Jolene, I work for Mr. Jackson, we planned your fantasy seduction." placing her clutch on the table; "Our original plan was to seduce you in the office at the interview; but your behavior in the lobby gave Jan the opportunity to advance our seduction a day earlier, making the morning interview unnecessary." She orders a wine. I order a chicken stir fry, Yvette goes on. "Mr. Jackson requests you write a story describing last night's fulfillment of your erotic fantasy." She smiles, "Please be very specific, include pertinent details." The waitress sets down her wine, "Have it ready for day after tomorrow, bring it to his office at 9:30." Yvette chugs her wine, smiles, stands; rests her fingers on my shoulder. "Oh, I truly enjoyed our romp yesterday, and would welcome another tryst; you are adorable, Jan and Eloise also expressed interest in repeating." She holds my chin and kisses my forehead. "Oh please, do buy a couple, no," She winks, "treat yourself to 3 more dresses, to replace the one I tore, matching shoes too." She winks and I watch that tremendous tight ass sway, as she walks away. I realize she no longer had a French accent.
{So, I'm to write an erotic story based on their abusive seduction of me, as if they performed some tremendous, lifesaving miracle. She just stoked the fire in my belly, added to my anger...hmmm, so that is his inspiration, or is it plagiarism? He isn't doing the writing, he's having guests seduced, then publishing their stories. I am infuriated at the way I have been duped, coerced, victimized... how can I get even?}
I finish my stir fry, shifting my ire from Mr. Jackson to positive thoughts, my apology to the clerk; after 2 wines, I head to the boutique.
I am searching through a rack of dresses, and the hot young clerk comes up behind me. "I was disappointed you didn't meet up in the lounge."
"So sorry, I humbly apologize, I sure wish I would of... I got seduced by a gilf, cuff restrained, then gang raped. My best smile, "please, will you give me another chance."
"Of course, I was enamored by your lust when we met; you are our last customer; if you still want to go for drinks, I do." She extends her hands to me, her eyes sparkling showing her interest.
"Yes, very much, I want you." I hold her hands. "I need 3 dresses and shoes to match; and do you have lingerie here?"
"Yes, you pick out some dresses, I'll tell the boss; be right back." She goes to the front counter; I moved to where I could overhear her with the boss.
"Yesterday she bought two dresses, now she wants 3 more, shoes and lingerie as well, we're due to close, but I'm willing to stay."
"That's fine, I'll close the store, you help her with whatever she needs, make sure security is armed when you lock up."
She returns. "Did you find some nice ones?" She comes up behind me "Boss is closing the store; I'm supposed to get you whatever you need and lock up when we leave." She wraps an arm around my waist, pushes her hips against my bum.
I turn to face her, "Oh, so the boss ordered you to give me what I want,"
She nods, I run my hand up the back of her leg, cupping her soft round butt cheek. "I want you;" I whisper seductively, "so today we can do it in the store," My thigh presses against her crotch as I squeeze her firm butt cheek.
"Help me try these on." I have 5 dresses pulled from various racks.
"Let me take them." She carries them to the change room. "I'm Allysa." As she opens the change room door.
"Allysa, beautiful name for a gorgeous gal."
"I'll make sure all the doors are locked, lights and cameras are turned off, I'll be right back to assist you," she looks back, childish giggling "any way I can".
I try on the first, love it, second, I am trying to decide when Allysa enters,
"That does nothing for your amazing body." She lifts the hem of the dress up over my head.
My arms raised, Allysa is staring at my bare boobs, my nipples stiffen in anticipation; "Allysa, are you trying to seduce me?" she removes the dress.
"Yes," she steps closer pressing against me, passionately kisses me, we engage in lip sucking, tongue swirling, steamy, passionate necking, relentless, for several minutes.
"Is it working?" she grins.
"Hell ya." I reach for the zipper on her dress. She pushes my hand away, steps back and teasingly, slowly, sensually, seductively strips.
She's standing before me naked, cupping her boobs.