Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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"Yes, yes, that's a very nice skirt, babe. You're gonna break hearts and make cocks throb with that," Heather assured Madeira as we all selected the skirts and she got a chance to try them on at last.
The look on my new lovers' faces as Madeira picked her clothes was truly priceless, both of them on the proverbial Cloud Nine as Madeira changed repeatedly. It was eventually finished, but I could tell that the women milked it for all that they could, not just so that Madeira could play dress up, but also so that they could both drive me nuts. They kept me absolutely horny as fuck rather than give me a chance to recover from having been laid three times that morning to two different ladies. Then again, I couldn't help but notice an increase in my stamina that morning, as I had spent myself thrice and recovered with remarkable ease for a mortal man.
"Damn, you really are stunning in that, dear! Yes, you'll definitely get to keep that one!" I remarked as I went ahead and lead the way to the counter, where I paid happily for the three miniskirts (one with a slit in the front, one with a slit on the right side, and one with a zipper in the back).
"Well, that just leaves panties and shoes for Madeira, of course. I assume that we're not going to fool with bras. Just let those girls play!" Heather joked, even as she gave me the receipt.
"Yes, we want your last commission to be very fat indeed. But who will ring you up for yours?" I wondered, even as a very delectable young woman walked up with her employee badge, having just clocked in for her shift.
"I think that we have our answer. Janine, meet Phil, my old flame, of all people. This is his girlfriend, Madeira. She's from Manila in the Philippines. Phil, this is my supervisor, Janine. Yes, she outranks me despite being younger. Oh, Janine, this is my final shift. I'm quitting after today. Don't worry, I can be replaced, can't I? Phil's going to take care of everything, I trust. Maybe even finding my replacement?" Heather pouted a little to try to coax me to agree to it.
"Old flame, you say? Is he the one to finally break you of those silly vows to the man who won't consummate your marriage? I wondered what it would take. I keep trying to set you up with my boyfriends, if you recall. They deserve some strange, too, for gladly sharing me. Anyway, Phil, if you could find a substitute to fill Heather's fantastic shoes, that would be nice. It would be tough, though. One good thing about spoiled rich girls ... they have great taste in clothes, even when cut off and no longer able to afford them," Janine spoke with a distinctly foreign accent.
"Where are you from, anyway?" I was curious, given what graced my ears, "anyway, I think that I can achieve this for you, somehow. Maybe not right away, but in time to avert disaster for you."
"Orange Free State, South Africa. Yes, this accent is because my first language is Afrikaans. Zulu father, Afrikaner mother. Long story on that. That would be very much appreciated. She's not really replaceable, but we'll have to do. So, you're the old flame, eh? The one that got away. Tell me, what is it about you ... well, what is it about him, Heather? Clearly, he's not just an ex, is he?" Janine grinned and winked at Heather and me, before turning to Madeira, "what about you, Madeira? What is it about him that gets him two ladies? I mean, I know what draws my boyfriends to me, but there is clearly something to Phil ... something that makes me curious about him now."