One hot afternoon, about a week later, Valerie waited on the corner of Park and Fifty-Ninth streets for Blair to come around the corner. True to his promise, he was going to buy her some new panties to replace the ones he had torn the week before. His only stipulation had been that he could go with her and help pick them out. Valerie's body heated with the idea.
She tapped her foot as she waited, peering anxiously down the street for the sight of his tall, handsome form. Soon enough, it came into sight and they kissed for a long moment. Surreptitiously, he reached for her tits, tempting him in their pale, peach cotton covering that set her golden skin glowing. She shuddered as he fondled her and then they moved down the street together and reached the store some minutes later.
It was crowded, as it always was at this time of day and they moved their way past the throngs of people downstairs, to the lingerie level. It was cool and it appeared to be slightly darker than the rest of the place, or perhaps Valerie was imagining it.
They moved in and out of the erotic, sensual garments, each one more beautiful and brilliantly colored than the rest. Valerie felt as if she were some reeling, drunken bee, who was making its dizzy course from fragrant flower to flower.
Her eye was caught by an exquisite red satin gown. It was long and only had one strap, so that she could easily imagine the other shoulder and arm naked, with nothing to cover it. Her eyes met his in a long, smiling look.
"Take it and try it on," he said approvingly.
She drifted her way through the Dior nightgowns, pale and virginal, edged with frilly lace and ribboned borders. Her eyes fixed on a long, simple gown of sheer blue, thin enough to be completely transparent. It went on her arm along with the red one.
Then, she moved on, looking for the garments that had actually inspired this little shopping jaunt panties. There were so many different pairs that her head began to reel. Blair chose a pair of very sexy black ones, held together by the merest wisp of ribbon and said, "I'll have to fight very hard with myself not to rip these off you!" and she giggled. He then selected a red satin pair that matched the gown. It came with a red satin camisole too and Blair wanted her to try on all three of the seductive garments.
His eye was caught by a black lace garter belt that was trimmed with red satin ribbon. He had the saleswoman show it to them and they measured Valerie's tiny waist to see what size she needed. She had to lift up her blouse a little bit to do it and he was given a peek at her trim, tanned flesh as the tape-measure wrapped its way around her.
The saleswoman said that the garter-belt would be nice with some stockings and she showed them a pure silk pair, that had very provocative seams all the way up the back.
Deciding that she had enough things for the moment, Valerie looked around for a dressing room, where she might sample the lovely under things. Seeing the sign, she moved off. Blair followed.
She was about to tell him to wait out there for her, when he piped up: "Excuse me, Miss, but I'm here with my wife to buy her a little birthday gift and I was wondering if I might go into the dressing room with her to see how the things look."
The woman seated outside the dressing rooms looked a little shocked at his request, but when Blair took a five-dollar bill out of his wallet and quickly slipped it into her palm, she nodded her assent and simply looked, the other way when he followed Valerie into the dressing room.
The rooms were actually rather large. They contained a small, green and white chair and they all had two minors, so that a person could see the front and the back of themselves as they modeled the clothes.
They went into room number twenty-six, which was rather far down the hall and Blair locked the door behind him.
"OK, baby, why don't you give me a little fashion show?"
"OK, but you have to close your eyes until I say, 'ready'."
"Will do!" and he shut them tightly.
Valerie stripped out of her own garments and with quaking fingers, began to slip on the red panties. They fit beautifully over her perfectly molded ass, hugging the little cheeks and settling enchantingly in the crack.
The garter belt was next; it cinched in her already tiny waist, making her hips curve and swell in response and the black garters danced on her lovely thighs. She slipped on the stockings, which were a perfect fit and fastened them. The elastic became taut and pulled against her pretty legs, as it stretched down to grip the slithery sheer stuff of the stockings.
Realizing that there was no bra, she pulled on the red satin gown, loving the way it hugged the curves of her body. It was low cut into a deep V, leaving her gorgeous cleavage exposed.
"OK, you can open your eyes!" she called out gaily. Blair's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the vision before him: Valerie, excited simply by putting on the clothes, stood, her wet lips parted and her tits heaving and throbbing. She licked, her lips and ran her hands quickly through the long, unbound mane of her hair.
The double mirrors reflected her image twice and her could see the twin globes of her ass, held lovingly in the satin embrace, twitch and dance before his excited gaze.
"Well what do you think?"
"Fantastic!" and in the next moment, he had whipped out his stiffening cock.
"Blair!" she hissed, "We can't!! Not in Bloomingdale's!"
"Why not?"
"What if we get caught?"
"We won't!"
"We'll go to jail!"
"Nonsense!"
"We will!"
"I'll simply buy you all of this stuff! Valerie darling, there is no law about not fucking in Bloomingdale's! One may not steal, eat, drink or smoke, but nowhere, nowhere in this vast, retail empire, does it say that one may not fuck! Now come over here and let me get at your pussy!" and he grabbed her.
She put up a little struggle, but secretly, she loved it. What could be more forbidden and more fun, than making it in the dressing room at Bloomingdale's?
Allowing him to embrace her, her hands found his rigid pole and began to rub furiously.
"Just don't come all over this red satin! And for God's sake, don't tear the panties!"
He pulled up the nightgown to expose her beautifully clad, red satin crotch, which had charming tufts of her blonde pussy hair peeping out and grabbed the elastic of the leg holes.
"I'll by you a new pair, of panties every day! And I'll rip these off, I'll rip them all off!" and with those words, the fifteen dollar red satin garment was ripped in two and flung aside.
"Blair!" she breathed, loving every minute it.
His hands ran up and down her legs in their silky casings and occasionally touched her wet little box.
She turned and helped him out of his three piece summer suit, heedless of how her careless handling was wrinkling the garments. She was a pussy on fire and she wanted the deep, hot satisfaction of penetration by his glorious tool.
Whirling her around so that she faced away from him, he began to fondle her tits through the seductive red satin of her night dress. In the long mirror, he could see her nipples stiffen and grow hard as his tense, insistent fingers rubbed and pulled.
The satin hissed and whispered their passion, making odd, almost human noises as he caressed her arched body through it.
In the mirror, he was able to watch the progress of his own hands as he touched her, enjoying how large and powerful they were. Although Val's tits were huge, one hand could cover one of those quivering jugs. He loved to watch her face, too, as it grimaced with heated passion. As he fondled her body, her throbbing chest with the taut inflated breasts and the open, spread coral mass of her pussy, her head rolled back and her face became a mask of unadulterated lust. He loved this power over her and loved too this woman's ability to surrender herself so completely to her passion.
He watched with mounting ardor her writhing, twitching form in the mirror as her now concentrated both hands on her inflamed split, pinching the drenched lips together and attacking the red button of her clit.
Her ass wriggled against his stiff manhood, causing to it grow harder with each spasm and shudder.
He moved one hand from her cunt to her asshole, fingering the tiny pink orifice in time to his rhythm in her slick cunt. Soon, it opened, like the new flowers in the spring: shyly at first, but gradually relaxing more and more under his skilled hands.
With unexpected force, he pushed her over, so that her ass was sticking up in the air, the cheeks spread in a welcoming invitation. Her full tits hung down and he could see them swing and sway in the mirror.
Using both hands now, he stimulated her asshole, bending to kiss and lubricate it with his darting, hot tongue. She put both of her hands on the floor to steady herself, as he continued with excited probing of her anal canal.
When it was wet, slick and open, he stuck the tip of his fat prick against it. Valerie shuddered, for she had never let a man stick it there before.
"Be careful!" she urged.
The sight of his naked sweating body in the mirror aroused Blair's passions to a fevered pitch. Valerie's golden submissive form before him, his own massive spear aimed directly at her virgin asshole, he stood there in his glory, feeling like a God.
He lifted her up by the hair, so that she too was able to watch what was happening in the mirror. "Look, baby, look," he commanded softly, "I'm fucking your ass, Valerie! Fucking your sweet little cherry hole! I want you to watch, I want you to see it as my cock slides in and out of your hole. Now look!!" and he pressed into her even further, causing her to wince with the pain, but nonetheless, her eyes were riveted to the reflected image on the wall in front of them.
She was able to see the base of his cock and to watch as the amount exposed grew smaller and smaller as he slid his dick further and further into the tight, untouched canal. Tears welled up in her eyes as the enormous tool stretched and finally tore at the delicate inner tissues.
"Ah, it hurts, oh Blair, please, please stop it, you're hurting me so much!" But Blair was not about to stop, not now, when he was almost all the way into that tight, hot, hole. He gave a final shove and felt something give. A bubble of blood emerged and then burst.
Valerie was crying so hard that she could barely stand. Blair gently petted her long hair and bronzed back, but he wouldn't give up his cruel hold on her aching asshole. "Just relax, baby and it'll feel good. Don't fight it, Val. Just surrender it all to me and I'll make you feel just great!" and he started to rock his hips, shoving his dick in and out. The fit was tight and perfect. Her blood had helped ease the way and soon he was ramming it in and out with ease.
Meanwhile, unknown to either Blair or Valerie, there was someone else who was enjoying her pain. Behind the wall of the front mirror, instead of another dressing room was a small, concealed chamber. The mirror was, in fact, a two way mirror, so that behind it, stiff dick in hand, was a tall husky black security guard named Bernard Brown.
As a way of preventing crime, Bloomingdales and many other New York department stores, employed this trick of two-way mirrors. The guards would sit behind them and watch to make sure that no one was stealing the clothes he or she tried on.
The guards all traded off the chance to sit behind the magic mirrors and of course, the lingerie department was considered quite a prize. Usually, the lucky man was treated to some spectacular sights: bronze beauties stripping and parading around the small room, tits exposed and asses jiggling! Every now and then, some woman, excited by her own reflection, would masturbate in front of the mirror, in eager anticipation of her husband or lover's caress.
It was a standard joke that the floor was always slightly sticky in these chambers. Today, it would be especially so. Bernard Brown felt that he had hit the jackpot. Not only was this white chick a real knockout, but she had brought some white dude in with her! This was too good to be true! His dick was out as soon as Valerie had removed her clothes and as the couple starting fucking, he thought that he was seeing stars!
He got the rhythm from Blair and soon, his own hand was beating off his throbbing black dick in perfectly timed and measured ecstasy! He marveled at the way the seemingly tiny hole could stretch and accommodate that white tool; Bernard had to admit with admiration that the white guy's dick was big, as it shot in and out, in and out, the white girl had cried at first, but now it looked as if she was just loving it! He could see that her nipples were hard and her boobs looked as if they might burst from the whole thing. Her ass was getting all red from the stimulation and so was her face.
He was about to come, he could see his own dick swell mightily to its full seven and a half inches, as he pounded away at the big, uncircumcised head. Suddenly, though, he stopped and decided that he wanted to join them. Now was the perfect time, because the white guy had his hand over his girl's mouth so that no one would hear her moans and little yelps.
He pushed open the door with a bang, so that Blair and Valerie were confronted by the massive, six foot four figure who was wildly jerking off his own fat dick.
They were two stunned to scream; they couldn't imagine how this had happened, but although they both froze in terror, neither one made any moves to come unbound from their erotic embrace.
"Keep at it and I won't hurt you!" Bernard barked gruffly. They just stood there. "You heard me!!" he said angrily. Then Blair noticed the uniform that the man wore, with its blue cap and small badge that said, "Security".
"Just keep it up and nothing is gonna happen. Otherwise, I'll have to tell my captain. And you know," he continued, thinking of their expensive clothes, "it would be a shame if I had to call your office and tell them that you was caught fornicating in a dressing room, at Bloomingdales! It would look real stupid, now, wouldn't it?"
They realized of course that he was right; Blair tried to reach for his pants, to keep his wallet from those mean, prying eyes, but Bernard was quicker and grabbed them first.
He pulled out the wallet and read: Blair Eldridge, Attorney then he saw a picture of Blair and his wife. Looking form the picture to Valerie, he saw instantly that they were not the same woman. "Gee, Mr. Eldridge, it would be too bad if your wife found out about your little habits!" and Blair turned beet red.
"Now," continued Bernard, "why don't you continue fucking the little lady? You was doin' it real nice before. And since she ain't doin' anything with her mouth, maybe she would like to suck my dick, too!" and he laughed.
Now Valerie really began to cry, but she lifted her head to the throbbing black cock and looked at it with disgust. She was humiliated beyond belief, but she wanted to do it and get the whole terrible thing over with quickly.
Closing her long-lashed eyes so she wouldn't have to see it, she parted her lips and drew the great, black tip into her mouth.
"Mmm, that's real nice, baby! Real nice. Now go to it, you white mother fucker!" said Bernard.
Blair started jerking in and out, tentatively at first and then with mounting passion. He hated to admit it even to himself, but the sight of Valerie's head bobbing up and down on that huge black tool drove him crazy with lust and soon he was ramming it into her for all he was worth.
She was sucking up a storm, because she wanted him to come quickly. Then she felt Blair's hand between her legs and felt him open up her cunt and start to rub her still throbbing clit.
She couldn't quite believe it, but she found herself getting aroused and soon she was shoving her ass really hard into the pounding cock and her other hole was greedily sucking and devouring the black meat. The utter humiliation was turning her on, she discovered with a start! Here she was, bent over, being used by two men and loving every second of it! Her body arched crazily and she bit into Bernard's cock with renewed fury, frantically rubbing the big, black sac of his balls, with her dainty, red-nailed fingers.
The three fucked and sucked with maddening abandon and Valerie felt familiar pulsations of orgasm begin. It started in her loins and then spread to her whole body, rising up like a sudden earthquake that shook her body violently with its tremors. "OOOH! AAAHH!!!" she screamed and bit the restraining prick that filled her mouth, even enjoying the salty taste of the blood.
Her writhing spasms made her asshole contract and pinch Blair flaming spear and he came in a burning white flood that shot up into her and gushed out of her spread hole.
Watching the two of them moaning and writhing in orgasm brought Bernard's climax too and grabbing Valerie tightly by the ears, filled her mouth with his boiling come. It kept on spurting, but she managed to swallow almost all of it as it streamed out.
Unable to move, they stood locked in their positions, waiting for the shuddering to subside. When it did, they began to get dressed, unable to look at each other. Bernard went back into his little secret room and shut the door without saying a word. Blair and Valerie got dressed and took the pile of clothing with them. Silently, he brought it to the cashier and charged the entire batch of stuff on his VISA card they left the store in silence.
Before they went back to the office, though, Valerie wanted to have a drink somewhere. The strong vodka eased her throbbing temples and brought her red face back to its normal color. Blair had a couple of drinks too and then they headed back to the office.
They went in separately, Blair first and when he had closed his door, Valerie crept in too. She had already been to the ladies room to comb and paint, so she knew that she looked as if she had done nothing more strenuous during her lunch hour than grab a bite and shop for a few things at Bloomie's. The big bag was under her arm and she set it down by her desk.
Burt, though, had seen Eldridge walk in with that guilty, the-cat-ate-the-canary face and he knew that Valerie would be in moments later.
Sure enough there she was, looking guilty as anything. He didn't even look at her as she passed, but kept his eyes down, engrossed in his own work.
She sat down and opened the drawer to her desk. Although it had a lock, she rarely used it, for she kept nothing of value in that drawer. Today, as she opened it, she saw a note in an envelope that said only 'Valerie'.
Smiling, she tore it open. She assumed that is was from Blair, who liked to surprise her; only yesterday he had sent her twelve long-stemmed roses with a card that said, "From a secret admirer".
Her shock and disbelief, then, were understandable when she read the printed words: "I know about you, bitch. I know that you're fucking Eldridge and I'll see to it that his wife finds out if you don't behave and do what I ask. And don't try to tell him, either. I already have a date with his wife on Thursday and once she hears about it, you'll be out on your ass, without or the prospect of getting another one! Just wait for further instructions, bitch and keep your trap shut!"
Valerie had to fight not to throw up as she read the note. Who could have sent such a vile thing to her? What an outrage! She shook and trembled with fear and disgust.
Walking over to the water fountain for a cooling drink, she tried to be calm. She realized that it might have been Burt, but it was hard to be sure. There were other men in the office whom she had rebuffed and snubbed and his rage could have found an outlet in this sort of twisted and perverted joke. She pinched her arms to keep from shaking.
She looked at the note again when she sat back down at her desk. It had been typed on plain white paper, so there was nothing that gave it away. Moreover, it had contained some threat, some promise whose full horror had not, been revealed yet. She had wait, in this agony of suspense, to find out exactly what this terrible person wanted to do to her.
She was afraid to tell Blair, for she knew him to be very fond of his wife. He might cheat on her behind her back, but her would never, never leave her, nor their two kids, to whom he was very devoted. No, Valerie knew that if this thing ever leaked out, it would cost her this job. Blair would be very sorry, she knew, but his wife's wishes would come first. She could only wait until the vile person revealed himself and his vile plans.
Then, a new thought struck her. Perhaps it wasn't a man at all! Perhaps the foul thing was by the hand of some woman! Valerie knew that there were many women in the office who had crushes on Blair Eldridge, women who had been there longer than she had and who might resent the fact that she, so young and new, had snapped up this prize right from under their greedy faces.
It could have been Suzanna, the very fiery-tempered woman whose sharp, stinging had tired to insult Valerie many times. Or it could have been Jane, who seemed so quiet on the surface, but who was really a vixen underneath her cool exterior.
All of this awful speculation had made Valerie's head throb and pound all over again and she wished she could sneak out for another drink. Instead, she fumbled through her purse, in search of aspirin.
Walking quickly to the ladies room, she swallowed the pills and pressed her hot, aching face against the cool, blue tiles. Without even realizing it, she burst into loud, wrenching sobs.
Just then the door opened and in walked a new young file clerk named Betty. She hadn't been there very long and Valerie doubted that the woman would have had any cause to want to harm her.
Betty looked in shocked surprise at the sobbing woman and instinctively put her arms around her. "Why, whatever is wrong, Valerie?" she asked in a voice filled with concern, out Valerie only cried harder. Betty made soothing noises and finally, Valerie was able to calm herself a little bit and mumble something about her mother being very, very sick.
Betty patted her in sympathy and helped her wash her face and reapply her streaked make-up. "Look what I have here, Valerie," she said, holding up a joint.
Without waiting for a reply, she took out a light and pushed Valerie into one of the stalls. Lighting the joint, she inhaled deeply and passed it on to the other woman. Valerie drew a deep breath and felt the stuff begin to relax her almost instantly.
Fifteen minutes later she emerged, serene and floating. She felt much, much better. She couldn't be upset about anything now. She moved through the office as if in a dream and even coming face to face with Burt couldn't shake her now. Instead of looking away as she usually did, she looked deep into his eyes and smiled an angelic, trusting smile. "Hello there, Burt. How are you today?"
Burt was rather stunned; he could only surmise that perhaps he had been wrong about her all along, perhaps she had only been playing hard to get, but she was ready to give that up now. He figured that she must have gotten the note by now, but she didn't seem to be in the least bit upset.
He looked at her now, regarding her sweet smile and soft eyes with surprise. "I'm fine," he answered her shyly.
"That's wonderful, wonderful wonderful!" she said with a tinkly little laugh and drifted down the hall, leaving him to stare in perplexed wonder after her.