CHAPTER 8
Back at school Alfie can't concentrate on his maths lesson, he's too busy wondering why he's had no reply from the many text messages he's sent to Jess.
Starting to fear she's grown tired of him, Alfies mind drifts back to their last meeting when they fucked in the woods, he racks his brain trying to think if he did something wrong.
Old Fred is also worrying. After spending the last few days at his lookout post and not one glimpse of Jess through the window, he starts to wonder if she's left Dave.
Dave, meanwhile, has no such worry, he's enjoying Tracey's mouth on his cock in the stock room of his new shop. His mother-in-law giving him an excellent blow-job after the expert spanking he has just administered to her large plump naked arse.
Letting out a large groan as he starts to pump his hot load into Tracey's willing mouth, watching her swallow it all before licking his cock and balls to get every last drop, Dave decides life is good.
Tracey looks up at him and smiles then licks her lips. "Thank you."
Dave calmly zips up his jeans. "We should crack on Tracey, a lot to do before we open on Saturday and I need to get away tonight I have an appointment."
As he watches a naked Tracey get to her feet and turn to gather her clothes Dave sees the red glow of her well spanked arse. It reminds him that he's off to mistress Joannes tonight to see the progress Joanne has made with Jess.
But not before a bit more fun with Tracey.
"Tracey put you clothes over there."
Looking puzzled Tracey asks."Why?"
" I think we need to find you something more suitable to wear in the shop."
Going into the shop, Dave returns with a few items, hands them to Tracey. "Put these on, I'll be waiting."
Dave returns to the front of the shop to the counter to the cash register and waits.
Ten minutes go by and no sign of Tracey.
"Tracey, come on I don't have all day."
"Please, I can't come out in this, somebody might see me."
Dave laughs out loud. "That's the idea, come on."
Nervously Tracey steps out, Dave whistles. "Wow you look hot."
Tracey stands there in high heels, black stockings attached to black suspenders that show below the hemline of the tiny black wet look skirt she has squeezed into. Above the skirt, a black see-through blouse over a half-cup black bra. Her nipples and rings clearly showing.
She hesitates at the rear of the shop, desperate not to be see by anyone passing the window.
Dave calls her forward. "I'm thinking we need something in this side of the window display, maybe a live mannequin?"
Tracey jumps back in shock. "Oh God no Dave, I couldn't please."
"All you need to do is stand perfectly still, everyone will think it's a dummy."
Tracey stands there, her face red. "Please don't."
"I'll cover the window while you get in place then just stand still for shall we say half an hour."
Realising Dave is serious Tracey knows she has to do it.
Dave goes over to the controls of the sun blind pressing the button to bring it down so Tracey can get into the window unseen.
Once in there Dave tells her where to stand to give the best view of her exposed breasts and suspenders.
Tracey is shaking as Dave goes over the blind control panel.
"Ready Tracey?"
Taking a deep breath she nods and gives a weak. "Yes."
A faint buzz and the blind starts to raise, trying to remain perfectly still as the street slowly comes into view Tracey sees people walking by, their eyes caught by the blind going up.
A few stop to look, Tracey realising that perfect strangers are looking straight at her naked breasts and her thighs clad in stockings and suspenders.
A couple of husband's telling their wives they need to visit this new shop with the very lifelike mannequin.
A group of young lads stop to stare, giggling among themselves as they discuss the big tits on the dummy and the rings through its nipples.
Tracey desperately trying to keep still as more and more passers-by get a look at her dressed like a cheap slut. Her large breasts on show to all. Then the moment she dreaded. A voice calls out. "It moved, it's not a dummy, it's a real woman."
That brings more people over to look until there's a small crowd gathered. All Tracey can see us the sea of faces looking at her.
After what seems like hours but in fact is the 30 minutes Dave promised the sun blind slides slowly down. Once it's closed Tracey jumps out of the window and realises she's never felt so horny.
"Please Dave fuck me, I need you."
Dave smiles and shakes his head.
Tracey rushes past him to the display of dildos, grabbing the biggest black one she dashes to the stock room.
Dave waits a minute then follows. Walking in he sees Tracey on her back on the floor, the huge black shaft buried deep inside her as she fingers her clitoris driving herself to a desperately needed orgasm.
As she gets close to the huge climax Dave stands over her.
"Who owns you Tracey?"
"You do master, you own me now, I'm yours."
With those words Tracey's orgasm breaks her juices flooding soaking the black plastic shaft buried deep inside her.
Dave just smiles and goes back into the shop. There are several people outside peering through the window. Quickly he grabs a marker pen and writes out a large sign.
GRAND OPENING THIS SATURDAY FEATURING LIVE MODELS DISPLAYING OUR PRODUCTS.
Several shoppers stop to read the sign, men smiling and vowing to return on Saturday.
Tracey emerges from the back room, now dressed, Dave turns to her, "you get off Tracey, I'll lock up, I need to get away early I have a dinner appointment.
Tracey walks out of the shop, her face red hoping none of the passing shoppers recognise her from her window display.
Dave locks up the shop and drives home for a shower and shave, and put on his best suit ready for dinner at mistress Joannes.
Checking his watch Dave decides her had better get a move on, not wanting to be late at Joannes.
Cursing the evening traffic that slows his journey it's only just before 7pm as he presses the button on the gate intercom. A male voice responds. "Yes, can I help you?"
"It's Dave, here for dinner with mistress Joanne."
The only reply is the metallic click as the automatic gates start to open. Once they are open Dave drives through and up to the large house. Parking his car he sees houseboy Toby at the door waiting.
As Dave walks up to the door Toby says. "Mistress is expecting you, she's in the garden room."
Dave goes through to find Joanne sitting in her usual window chair looking out over the huge garden.
"Hello mistress."
"Ah good, you're here, I've been waiting."
"I'm sorry, the traffic was really bad."
Joanne stands, Dave sees she wearing a long evening gown with a high split up one side showing her usual black thigh boots. The gown is extremely low cut showing amazing cleavage as her huge breasts are pushed up and together by whatever she's wearing beneath the dress.
