Chloe And Zoe Sell Lingerie

Content warning: This Nonconsent/Reluctance story contains scenarios of dubious consent and/or nonconsent that would be considered rape in real life. Please do not continue if that is something you do not want to read. This story is a work of erotic fiction and lacks any attempt at realism. Do not attempt any of the sexual or sales techniques described within.

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"Thank you. Enjoy your purchases," chirped Chloe. The buxom blonde nineteen-year-old handed a classy pink shopping bag to her latest customer, then smoothed her business-casual blouse and skirt, feeling lucky that her best friend and sorority big sister Zoe had gotten them both jobs as salesgirls for the lingerie store at the mall.

It wasn't easy working a part-time job while trying to catch up with her studies, but Chloe desperately needed the money. At first, she had worried about working entirely on sales commissions rather than getting a salary or hourly wage, but she turned out to have a knack for customer service. It was only her first day, but she had already earned several healthy commissions selling the pricey merchandise.

Chloe had also worried that selling lingerie might be perceived as sexual, leading people to make presumptions about her character or inappropriate advances. But so far, the customers all treated her with respect.

Chloe approached a man who was looking at a lacy bra and thong set. "Can I help you find anything?" she asked.

"I want to get my wife something sexy," the man replied. "But I'm just not sure if this is right."

Zoe popped up beside them. "Chloe would be happy to model it so you can see what it looks like," the flinty brunette told Chloe's customer.

"I would?!" said Chloe, caught off-guard.

The man considered the offer. "I suppose that would be helpful," he said.

Blushing, Chloe pulled Zoe aside. "Zoe! I can't put that on in the store."

"Why not? We've got pictures of women in underwear all over the place. You'll be wearing the same thing they are."

"I guess that's true."

"Besides, don't you want to make the sale? You said you really needed money. And we work on commission."

Chloe really did need the money. And she hated the thought of preventing her customer from making an informed decision. "That's true," she said finally.

"So tell him you'll do it."

Chloe walked back to the man and said meekly, "I'll do it."

"Are you sure?" the man asked, concerned. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Don't worry about Chloe," Zoe chimed in. "She has no shame, dignity or self-respect."

"Oh, phew," said the man, reassured.

"You just wait here, sir, and she'll be right back, wearing practically nothing." Zoe grabbed a set of the undergarments under consideration and led Chloe to the dressing rooms.

"Why did you say I have no shame, dignity or self-respect?" asked Chloe.

"I didn't want him to feel guilty for making you do something demeaning."

"Do you think this is demeaning?"

"Of course not. Now get your clothes off, you dumb bitch."

"Sorry," said Chloe, feeling guilty for being a dumb bitch. She stripped down to her underwear, then began putting on the lingerie over it.

"You can't wear it over your underwear," Zoe said.

"But we don't let people try on lingerie without underwear," Chloe explained. "If a customer did that, they'd have to buy it. We wouldn't even take it as a return."

"It won't look good over something else," argued Zoe. "You're trying to make a sale. He's got to see what it really looks like."

Chloe reluctantly removed her own bra and panties and put on the lacy new set. The thong nestled snugly in her ass crack, between her perfect round, taut buttocks. The bra pushed her ample, natural breasts up into soft, inviting mounds. Zoe also made sure Chloe removed her shoes and socks, the better to replicate the likely bedroom use case for the merchandise.

"Are you sure about this, Zoe?" Chloe asked uneasily.

"Of course. How else are you gonna sell lingerie?"

Actually, Chloe had never seen anyone sell lingerie this way. No salesgirl had ever modeled it for her. But maybe this was a service only provided for men who were shopping for their partners. It was Chloe's first day on the job, and despite her numerous earlier sales, she reminded herself that she was no expert.

Customers stared as Chloe emerged from the dressing rooms in the lacy black bra and thong, her tits and ass jiggling tantalizingly with every step. Zoe shoved Chloe over to the customer. "What do you think?" Zoe asked, taking the lead when Chloe found herself speechless with embarrassment.

The customer looked Chloe up and down. "Pretty good," he said noncommittally, as an obvious erection tented his pants.

"Imagine how sexy your wife will look in it," said Zoe, leaning Chloe over a table and spreading Chloe's ass cheeks to give the customer a better look at the thong.

"Yeah, she will look nice," he agreed, as a dark wet spot appeared on the peak of his pants tent.

"So, uh, should I wrap it up for you?" asked Chloe, hurrying things along.

"Chloe, don't pressure him. Let him make an informed decision." Zoe turned to the man. "Lingerie isn't just about looks, it's about touch. See how the breasts feel in this bra."

He lightly caressed Chloe's breasts. "I see," he said. "That's very soft fabric."

"Go ahead and squeeze them hard," said Zoe. "The bra can take it." Chloe gulped as the man obediently kneaded her breasts.

"Feel how snugly the thong fits between the buttocks," suggested Zoe. The man complied, tracing his finger down the thong into Chloe's ass crack, then forward until he reached the fabric covering her vulva. Chloe shivered with a tingle of excitement.

"And if you want to see what it would be like to fuck your wife while she's wearing it," added Zoe, "You're welcome to use Chloe's pussy."

"Wait," Chloe cut in. "I don't think that would be very professional."

"Chloe, what could be more professional than a total commitment to customer service?"

That was a good point. "Well..." said Chloe, searching. "What about him? His wife wouldn't want him using my pussy."

"That's true," the man agreed. "She has a thing about me using other pussies."

"Sir, I would never suggest you cheat on your wife," Zoe reassured him. "But it's only cheating if you're having sex with another person. And it's not worth thinking of Chloe as a person. She doesn't have any real brains or feelings. Chloe's not a threat to your wife because no one could ever really love her, on account of her being such a worthless slut. She's really more of an object. Basically a mannequin with holes."

"Well in that case," said the man thoughtfully, "It might be okay."

"Besides, don't you owe it to your wife to make sure you're buying the right lingerie?" Zoe asked persuasively.

"That's a good point too," the man said, persuaded.

Chloe pulled Zoe aside. "Zoe, I have a boyfriend. I can't let this guy use my pussy."

"Of course you can," Zoe said reassuringly. "You're a cumdump. Anyone can use your pussy for any reason."

Logically speaking, Zoe had a point. If Chloe were a cumdump, it wouldn't matter if she showed her practically naked body to a customer or let him feel her up or put his cock in her pussy. But Chloe still wasn't sure she was a cumdump. In fact, until recently, Chloe had believed herself to be a smart young college woman with hopes, dreams and a bright future with a loving man who would marry her after graduation.

On the other hand, Zoe had always assumed that Chloe was a depraved, cock-hungry whore. To be fair, from Zoe's perspective, this was a reasonable conclusion, because ever since the two met, Chloe kept stumbling into situations where her body got filled with the seed of multiple men.

Like the time Zoe organized the "Inter-Greek Games" for their school's sororities and fraternities and Chloe signed up for tag-team wrestling. It wasn't until Chloe arrived at the event that she discovered that it was actually "lube wrestling."

Chloe found the prospect of wrestling other lubed-up girls in swimsuits to be sleazy enough, especially when she saw the bright red micro slingshot bikini Zoe had picked out for her. Its narrow strips of fabric formed a "V" from her shoulders to her crotch. These strips widened just enough to cover her nipples before narrowing again on their way down. They converged to form a negligible triangle of fabric that barely covered her clit, so narrow that it threatened to slip into her crease whenever she moved.

She was glad her pubic area was waxed smooth, since even a small landing strip would have poked out from the skimpy, tightly stretched nylon. From behind, she looked practically nude; the only clue she was wearing anything at all was a G-string that extended from her ass crack all the way up to meet the shoulder straps at the back of her neck. The string was so taut that it kept the small of her back arched like a bow.

Despite the bikini, Chloe didn't want to spoil the event. She figured it was just bawdy college fun, even when the two frat guys charged with "lubing her up" spent an inordinate amount of time rubbing the lube onto her breasts and an even longer time applying it deep into her crevices. But she began to worry when learned that the event was co-ed, and she would be wrestling against burly frat guys, and the swimsuits were optional, and her strapping male opponents chose to wrestle fully nude. Not only that, Chloe had no tag-team-teammate, since no other girls had signed up. "They said it was like 'asking to get raped,'" Zoe explained nonchalantly.

And that was how Chloe found her slippery, scantily-clad self in an inflatable pool full of lube facing off against two glistening, muscular nude men. Things only escalated from there.

Suffice to say, it was incidents like that which had led Zoe to believe that Chloe was a cumdump, and to coin the nickname "Chloe Cumdump" (which quickly caught on with all their sorority sisters), and to file paperwork legally changing Chloe's last name to Cumdump.

Despite the word appearing on her new driver's license, Chloe had resisted the "cumdump" appellation for as long as possible, despite continuing to fall ass-backward onto erect penises. She maintained that such incidents were unfortunate misunderstandings, not proof of her sexual turpitude.

But recently, Chloe had admitted that she was indeed a cock-crazed cumdump. In fact, she had loudly and publicly proclaimed it after getting fucked into a horny frenzy in the middle of a crowded roller rink. She hadn't put a lot of thought into the declaration. The truth was that at that particular moment, she had been desperate to get stuffed with dicks and flooded with cum, and it seemed like the best way to get every man and woman in the roller rink to spend the rest of the night stretching her holes in every way imaginable. Surely any girl in that situation would have said the same thing. She never expected her words to be taken literally.

But Zoe took the confession very seriously, and was extremely supportive. In fact, Zoe seemed downright thrilled that Chloe had finally admitted the truth about her stupid worthless self.

"I'm so glad you've given up clinging to the idea that you deserve basic human dignity!" Zoe had gushed when she came to pick up Chloe from the skating rink and found her crumpled in the janitor closet, nude and covered with dried cum, except for the janitor's cum which was fresh since Chloe was giving him a hand job and he had just begun to ejaculate on her face. "You're finally admitting that you're only good for emptying cocks into."

"Well, I wouldn't say that--" Chloe tried to protest.

"You don't have to say anything, dummy!" Zoe interjected, grabbing Chloe by her crusty pigtails and pulling her mouth onto the janitor's still-spurting cock. "After all, your mouth isn't for talking, it's for men to fill with cum. I'm just proud of you for finally accepting it."

Seeing Zoe so excited made Chloe feel churlish for arguing. Chloe hated to disappoint Zoe, so once she finished swallowing all the janitor's semen, she conceded it was true. Zoe's delight made Chloe feel like accepting her cumdump identity was the right thing to do.

Unfortunately, Chloe was starting to realize that her admission put her at a disadvantage in a debate like the one in which she was currently engaged. After all, as a confirmed cumdump, there was no good reason not to let this devoted husband take her pussy for a test drive in order to sell lingerie.

"Fine, I guess he can use my pussy," Chloe mumbled sheepishly.

"That's better," said Zoe. They turned back to their customer, who was still waiting patiently.

"Okay sir, just pretend this walking fleshlight is your wife and not the vapid sperm depository that she actually obviously is. Then do what you would normally do."

Chloe faced the man. He stepped close, put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. She could feel his rock-hard cock through his pants. His hands slid down, caressing her ass cheeks, then squeezed them firmly and lifted her up. He leaned in, extending his lips towards hers for a--

"Wait, stop!" cried Chloe. "No kissing." She had to draw the line somewhere.

"Seriously?" Zoe groaned. "Don't you want to make the sale?"

"I can't kiss someone else just for money," said Chloe. "I've done a lot of things with a lot of people, but I've never kissed anyone but my boyfriend. It's the only thing I have left that's just for him."

"Oh sweetie," said Zoe, clearly embarrassed for Chloe. "You have nothing left to give him. That dumb slutty mouth of yours has had more cocks go into it than meaningful words come out of it."

"But, Zoe--"

"Now stop being selfish. Don't you want to help this good husband make his wife happy? Just think how happy you would be to receive a gift like this, if you were actually worth marrying and spending money on. Obviously, you never will be, but right now you can help a woman who matters to people."

Chloe thought that sounded a bit harsh. She still held out hope that she could marry her boyfriend and enjoy a happy life with him. But on the other hand, it was rather self-absorbed for her to insist upon maintaining her one shred of faithfulness to the love of her life over helping a stranger make an informed decision about a lingerie purchase.

"Okay, he can kiss me," Chloe conceded. The man grabbed her ass and pulled her in again. This time, he kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, hungrily making out with her. They were nice kisses. Chloe melted involuntarily. She felt strange. Passionate kisses were something she'd only experienced with her boyfriend, so she almost felt like she was with her boyfriend now, even though the customer's mouth had a subtly different taste, which added a novel bit of frisson. She couldn't help but lose herself in the moment.

"That's it, squeeze the ass. Milk the tits. Yes, just keep groping! Grab her everywhere," Zoe said, helpfully coaching the man through foreplay. But the slow build was making Chloe feel even more like she was with her boyfriend. Her sensitive nipples throbbed eagerly as he flicked and pinched them, and even pulled the bra down to lick and suck on them. Her pussy soaked the thong.

Chloe realized she was horny, and felt guiltier than usual. Normally when strangers fucked Chloe, they just jammed their cocks into her dry, unaroused vagina. It didn't feel like cheating because she didn't enjoy it, at least not until she'd been worn down by a dozen cocks or so, at which point her pussy would gush welcomingly. But who could blame her for inevitably succumbing to the sheer joy of having her feminine canal generously filled by one glorious male member after another?

With Zoe's encouragement, the man moved on to fingering Chloe's clit, first through the panties, then inside. He slid his strong fingers into her slick cunt, deeper and deeper, then his well-moistened middle finger made its way around to her ass crack, sliding gently, teasingly, into her asshole.

He lifted Chloe by her thighs and onto a display table full of of panties. Then to her astonishment he dropped to his knees and began teasing her inner thighs with his tongue, drawing closer and closer to her pussy until he finally pulled the fabric aside and went to work on her clit. Chloe gasped. She couldn't believe how inflamed with lust she was getting. She hoped it wasn't obvious.

"Should I use a condom?" he asked, standing while continuing to finger Chloe to keep her revved up. Chloe knew she should say yes. Since she never planned on having sex with strangers, she still wasn't on regular birth control. Instead, Zoe had arranged for the local pharmacist to provide free Plan B pills in exchange for putting his cock inside Chloe. Of course, Plan B wasn't as effective as proper birth control, but so far, Chloe had been lucky and it had worked almost every time. Now that she'd admitted to being a cumdump, it was probably time she got on birth control, but she'd been putting it off--somehow it felt like an admission of defeat.

In any case, if the customer was offering to wear a condom, Chloe knew she should accept, but she couldn't help but hesitate. Her pussy was so wet, and he was working her clit so expertly that her quivering jaw could barely form a reply. At this moment, against all good judgment, she wanted his bare cock in her. She wanted it to plaster her womb with powerful sperm. She wanted that sperm attacking every egg she had.

Zoe saved her from having to make a decision. "We want the most accurate simulation possible," said Zoe, undoing the customer's belt. "If you wouldn't use a condom with your wife, then you shouldn't use one now." Zoe whipped the belt free of its loops, then tore open the man's pants, sending the button flying. "That's okay with you, isn't it, Chloe?"

Zoe yanked down the waistband of the man's boxers to reveal a statuesque nine-inch cock. It was perfectly shaped, with throbbing veins evoking bulging muscles, a lusciously suckable circumcised head glistening with pre-cum, and no odd or offputting bowing of the shaft. Chloe gasped. In her current, highly aroused state, the mere sight of it caused her pussy to drench his hand, the excess moisture dripping down her inner thigh. She couldn't wait to have this beautiful beast inside her. It now seemed insane that she had been at all reluctant to do so.

"No condom needed," moaned Chloe, continuing to melt at his expert manhandling of her clitoris. "Wouldn't want to spoil the sale..."

"Attagirl," said Zoe.

Chloe wondered if it was considered cumdumpy for the mere sight of a magnificent cock to make her abandon any attempt to prevent it from spilling its seed inside her unprotected womb. But it wasn't like all she wanted was its cum. She was just as excited about it pounding her vagina.

The customer didn't need to be told twice. He used one hand to keep the narrow, sopping wet thong pulled to the side of Chloe's thoroughly doused pussy, and the other to guide his gloriously engorged cock head toward the opening. Chloe tingled with anticipation.

When he finally slid his firm, stately cock inside, she squealed adorably with pleasure and delight. She had only ever felt this way with her boyfriend, and she assumed it was because they were in love, but then again, maybe it was just because he was the only one who ever bothered to actually prime her body with foreplay. Now that this customer had done so, Chloe found herself imagining that he was her boyfriend, only with firmer muscles, a larger and more aesthetically pleasing cock, and stronger, more confident thrusting.

Chloe moaned lustfully as she wrapped her legs around him tightly, pulling him deeper into her. Following her lead, he pushed her down onto her back, pinning her on the table as he fucked her harder and harder. Chloe writhed and pumped her own body in sync with his, feeling a primal, spiritual connection that eclipsed any feeling of closeness she had ever felt with another human being. Was that considered cheating?