Jim Evans spent the next day on the phone.
"No, I am not kidding, and no it is not a scam, does a scam artist wear a tailored suit worth at least a thousand dollars?" He listened for a few seconds, "Look, if she doesn't turn you on, just leave, and if no one shows up, the first two rounds are on me." He listened again, "Listen to yourself you idiot, you want a drink more than you want a woman, man sometimes I worry about you. Just be there before 8:30, okay?" He hung up the phone and shook his head, I need to get some new friends, he thought to himself. If they saw the sincerity in the old mans eyes, there'd be no problem. His only fear was what the wife looked liked. When Jim and the five friends he called saw Kris, Jim never had to buy another round the rest of his life.
Kris spent the day at her spa, being pampered by a bevy of drones. She had a sauna, pedicure, manicure, massage, facial, and her hair styled. No part of her body went untouched, she saved her pussy for herself, and fingered herself to a climax in the sauna. While rubbing her clit, her eyes closed, and she saw herself being touched by many hands, all stroking and caressing her body, then she saw her husband watching and immediately came. She still didn't know if she was doing this for him or for herself.
Stan spent the day buying the clothes he wanted Kris to wear that night. He saw her as a classy tart, so he was at the mall going from Bloomingdales to Neiman Marcus to Lord and Taylor, looking for that certain something. When money is no object most anything can be found. Stan wound up finding a white sheer silk blouse with a peter pan collar and an attached tie that would fall between Kris' breasts as it fell on her chest. Of course they would be clearly visible under the sheer fabric, when Stan held the blouse in his hands he could make out the creases in his palms through it. He also found a knee length see through skirt, or it would be with some modification. It was a sheer outer skirt with an opaque inner slip which Stan figured he could cut out, leaving her legs as exposed as her breasts.
His next stop was the lingerie shop, where he met his next sexual adventure, although he didn't know it at the time. Kris wasn't going to wear a bra so he only needed to pick out a pair of panties and some thigh highs. He was attracted to some Vanity Fair string bikinis, he picked a black pair, he knew it would be completely visible under her skirt. Next was a pair of thigh highs, he felt this was going to be a problem because of Kris' long legs, he didn't like the look of short stockings on long legs, so he wanted to be sure to get an extra long pair. Just then a leggy blonde sales lady appeared and asked if she could help him. Stan eyed her for a second then said "my wife is 5'9" and I want to get her a pair of thigh highs, but I need them to reach the top of her thighs, not the bottom or middle." The pretty blonde said
" I wear thigh highs, and I would be happy to show you the ones I wear." Stan decided to take her literally
"Wonderful, raise your skirt so I can see where the tops come to."
Betty dropped her mouth and stared at Stan, he could see her going over her statement in her mind, then she blushed a deep red.
"That didn't come out right sir, I meant that I could show you where the ones I wear, are." Stan looked at her for a few seconds,
"No miss, I think I heard you right, and to prove it, I will give you five hundred dollars to raise your skirt so I can see how high the stockings go." Betty just stared at him, her mouth dropped open a little more. Stan got out his wallet and took out five crisp one hundred dollar bills and fanned them in front of her.
"Just enough so I can see how high they are miss, that's not so hard for five hundred dollars is it?" Stan said and shrugged his shoulders. The blonde looked at him in a new light, a distinguished looking older gentleman, and from the look of his suit and the diamond ring on his finger he definitely had money. He seemed harmless enough.
"Okay," she replied. Betty dropped her hands to the hem of her skirt and raised it so Stan could see the tops of her stockings. They were high enough that she had to hike her skirt so he could see the crotch of her panties.
Stan hadn't seen legs on a woman like hers since the days of his childhood looking at pictures of Marilyn Monroe. He was smitten by them. He reached into his wallet and got out a business card. He handed it to her along with the bills.
"Those stockings are perfect, and so are your legs. I want you to come to work for me, I will triple what they pay you here," Stan said to her, "and I want to buy every pair of those stockings you have, I will give you half and keep the other half."
Betty again just stared at Stan. She mulled over the job offer in her mind,
"Just what type of job did you have in mind?"
"Oh, I'll figure something out for you to do, but rest assured it will entail you raising your skirt to show off your legs. Think you can handle that?" Stan replied.
Betty pondered some more, he was offering her over 25 dollars an hour to show off her legs to him, she was doing that for her many men friends for free.
"Okay, Mr. Bridle," she said looking at the name on the card, "you've got a deal."
"Wonderful," smiled Stan, " but please call me Stan, all my employees do, Miss? ahh it is miss isn't it?"
"Yes, yes it is, Betty Ponce, Stan," Betty answered the question in his voice.
"Even better," winked Stan, " just call the number on the card when you are ready to come to work, and remember, you are not allowed to wear pants."
"Yes sir, no pants, sir, and I will call soon sir," Betty responded, in an obedient tone.
"Excellent," Stan smiled at her, taking note of the tone of her voice, "I'm sure you will make a perfect employee."
"I will try my best sir," Betty replied, handing Stan a bag filled with thigh high stockings.
"Wonderful, I expect to see a lot of you real soon, Good day Miss Ponce," and Stan took the bag from her hands, nodded his head to her and walked out the door.
When Stan got home he found Kris in the bedroom in front of the mirror putting on makeup.
"Getting ready so soon?" He asked as he leaned over to kiss her lips.
"No, just experimenting with how much I want to wear and how I want it to look."
"Not too much rouge, I don't want you looking like a cheap tramp. In fact here are some things to wear to make you look like an expensive tramp, they may give you an idea of what make up to wear," and Stan handed her the bags containing the blouse and thigh highs. He kept the skirt so he could take a scissors to the inner slip; cutting it out to make the skirt as see through as the blouse.
Two hours later they were ready to go, Kris looked beautiful in her see through blouse and skirt. Her tits were easily seen under the blouse, her black panties and dark thigh highs stood out beneath the almost nonexistent skirt.
James drove them to the theater, as he held the door open for them to exit the car, Stan leaned over to him and said
"Come into the theater in about half an hour, James, see if we need you. I'll leave a ticket for you at the door." Stan saw no reason his staff shouldn't partake of his wife too.
They bought their tickets and entered the theater, Stan saw the man he was going to give his wife to standing in the lobby.