Katherine hardly knew where to look without getting embarrassed. All around her were dummies dressed in frilly nothings of panties and lacy bras that revealed more than they hid. A few of the dummies were cloaked in sheer nighties that barely came down to their plaster rumps. She shivered thinking how sexy that would look on a flesh-and-blood woman.
How it would look on her.
Katherine's mind wandered a little as she thought of seducing Martin, wearing some of the fancy lingerie on display. To have her body barely hidden by the fluffy mounds of nylon and lace, to twist and turn and reveal just a touch of nudity here and there, perhaps a turgid nipple about ready to pop or a dewdrop-laden bush peeping out from between her thighs. That would be a real turn-on to seduce him like that.
Then she remembered her first real experience with fucking – Ron Bennett. The man's cock had drilled deep into her flesh and her soul. She still couldn't think of how she got this job without feeling a lot of shame. She had humiliated herself to get this job. She had turned into a whore to get money.
Still, outside of her and Bennett, no one really knew what had gone on in his office. Katherine knew that the secretary suspected, but this type of hiring practice probably occurred all the time. The department store version of the Hollywood casting couch. She rubbed her trim buttocks, remembering the feel of his hat, rock-hard cock fucking her up the ass. It had been degrading, yes, but it had also lit fires of desire inside her that she hadn't recognized before.
But why did it have to be a slimy bastard like Ron Bennett who did this to her?
"What's wrong, Katherine?" asked Anne, the other clerk. "You look like your dog died and didn't even mention you in his will."
"What?" she said, startled. She hadn't realized the blonde woman was anywhere near. Glancing around, she saw that their department was completely empty of customers at the moment. That was rare, but it did give her a chance to talk to the blonde. Anne seemed like a sympathetic person.
"You look like you maybe did something to get this job that doesn't sit too well with you. Did that motherfucker Bennett make you put out?"
Katherine was stunned by the woman's forthrightness. All she could do was nod in assent.
"I figured as much. He puts the make on everyone applying for a job. Maybe even the males, too. I won't put anything past that son of a bitch. God, do I hate him!"
"Why? Did you have to… you know?" Katherine could hardly believe the trim, almost fragile appearing woman had been required to spread her slender legs for the manager's huge prick. It seemed horrible to her.
But then again, remembering what he'd done to her was a living nightmare that she didn't want to repeat.
"Sure I did! We all did! Bennett's fuck squad! All of us! Horny bastard," she said again. "But look, it's not so bad. Or is it? You weren't a virgin or anything, were you?"
The woman sounded so concerned that Katherine found herself opening up to her and telling her everything. "So I'm still a virgin, I guess. I do want to save that for my husband on our wedding night. But my behind! He really fucked my ass good!"
She blushed as she said the last words. Katherine wasn't as open as she would have liked others to think. The words turned her on, but they were "bedroom words", and not for use in polite company.
"A genuine virgin, what'll they think of next?" laughed Anne. "I think that's an old and outdated morality, Katherine, but that's your thing, not mine. But to have to submit to the likes of Bennett, no matter if you wanted to save your cherry or not, is a crime. And I think he's keeping you on ice. He comes around and chooses from his little harem occasionally to keep us all in line. I figure he's saving you for something special. Like the anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. The bastard!"
"Isn't there anything we can do about this?" Katherine asked. "I don't want him to be feeling me up all the time. That's not right."
"We've tried to come up with something. No go. It'll always be his word against ours and he has one hell of a fine sales record. The owner would keep him on just for that. They'd say we were plotting to get him because he works us so hard or something. No, we've got to put up with him if we want to keep our jobs."
"Has he ever fired anyone for not submitting to him?"
"Lots of chicks aren't here any more. Most of them told him to fuck off, and he fired them. I tell you, if I didn't need the money so badly, I'd be tempted to cut his balls off with a pair of pinking shears."
"Speak of the devil," muttered Katherine. She turned just in time to see Bennett strutting down the aisle.
"You there, Miss Sherbourne. I'm going to need you for a special demonstration. We have a big buyer from New York who wants to see the complete line. If he likes it, he'll place a huge order with us. You're going to model."
The evil sneer on the man's lips turned Katherine cold inside. She managed to ask, "What do you mean? I'm a clerk, not a model."
"You're being promoted. There's even an extra twenty bucks in it for you – if you sell him."
Katherine looked at Anne, hoping for a little support. The blonde only shrugged her shoulders and said, "We all do what he says, or no job."
"Right. Now get into the main studio. It's a private showing."
"But I don't know what to do!" she protested. "I've never modeled anything in my life."
"Time to start." With that, he turned and strutted off.
Katherine felt her feet slowly move after him. She felt as if she had been dipped in molasses, she walked so slowly. But eventually, she got to the main salon and went in. Only two chairs were set up along the runway where the models displayed the latest fashions.
Bennett hurried over to her and said, "You'll find the garments to be modeled inside. All are marked. And don't disappoint me. This is a big sale for the store."
Katherine went into the small dressing room. On the chair were several garments. If they could be called garments. The revealing nightie she had been fantasizing about was the first garment she was supposed to wear. For a moment, Katherine wondered if she should go ahead and wear her beige bra and white cotton panties under it. Then she decided that this would be distracting from the nightie.
It would he even more distracting to the buyer to see her naked flesh under the nightie.
"Damn it, hurry it up. Get naked and get into that thing. Mr. Atkinson is already here. And he doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"You mean I should strip down and not wear anything underneath?" Katherine said, her voice trembling a little.
"God, a dimwit! Damn it, yes, that's exactly what I mean! You don't wear anything but skin under a nightie, do you? Be natural and hurry it up!"
Bennett turned and left Katherine alone. For a moment, she almost rebelled against the idea of strutting along that raised walkway in the beige nightie. Then she remembered back to high school and how all the girls had talked about being models. Any kind of model. One had even said she'd do beaver stuff for men's magazines if it got her picture printed. She was crazy to be a model.
Here was Katherine's chance, if she didn't blow it. She might be able to tell Bennett to stuff his lousy job as a clerk if this buyer liked the way she modeled the clothes. It was a big chance for her – if she did it right.
Quickly, she stripped down to bare skin and stood shivering in the cold blast of the air conditioner. She looked around to see if she could turn the air off. There wasn't any way she could see, and she didn't want to run around bare ass naked too long. Still, the cold make her nipples spring erect just as if she had put ice cubes on them.
She donned the short nightie and pirouetted once in front of the full-length mirror on the wall. Katherine decided that she looked pretty damned sexy. Maybe too sexy. Yet, the thought that she might be able to get a high-paying model's job out of this lurked in the back of her mind.
The teenager quickly went to the side of the stage and peered out between the hanging curtains. She couldn't see the audience at all. The stage was brightly lit. She self-consciously pulled the filmy negligee around her and looked down. She, could see her bush clearly through the thin material and her tits thrust out boldly, the coppery rings around her erect nipples a dull brown color.
"The first of our line," she heard Bennett say, "Is the baby-doll type of night wear."
She took a deep breath and pushed her way through the curtains. She was immediately blinded by the light. Stopping, she wondered what she should do.
"Down the walkway!" came the sharp command.
That convinced her. She might not be able to see the man in the audience, but she knew that he could see her clearly. Walking on the balls of her bare feet, she hoped she moved like a model.
There was a sharp intake of breath from the darkened arena and she heard a deep voice say, "Goddamn, but she's pretty. Have her really model this outfit. I like it."
She swelled with pride. Katherine turned around for the man and held the material firmly against her body so that not too much of her bare skin would show through. This wasn't good enough, though.
"Bend over. Show us every side."
Startled by the command, she did as she was told. Bending over, she thrust her perky ass into the air. The thin fabric strained against her meaty asscheeks. She almost lost her balance and widened her stance a little bit. From the darkness came the words, "That's more like it. Have her take it off."
"What?" she cried. "What was that?"
"Take it off. Slowly. Very slowly so that he can see every single piece in the nightie."
Katherine wanted to protest, knowing that something was wrong. Then she began to feel angry, belligerent. She might be showing off the nightie to a buyer, but she suspected that Bennett was also running a skin show for the benefit of the hidden man.
As her eyes adapted to the dim lighting, she saw that she was correct. The man in the front row was all alone – and had his hand curled around his meaty cock. He was beating off. The expression on his face as he looked up at her was one of stark lust and longing.
She was angry. Then Katherine cooled down a little and decided to give him a real show. Her anger made her tits rise and fall faster now, and this aided her. She thrust her tits out impudently and literally strutted along the platform. She made sure the light caught and reflected off her trim legs as she walked.
Then she slowly undid the string ties holding the front of the nightie together. Like a stripper she had seen once in a movie, the teenager took her time getting it loose. She shrugged from the small jacket and spun around, slowly lowering the garment to the floor. Then she got the front of the nightie entirely opened and turned to face her half-seen watcher.
"Here, all for you!" she cried.
Her tits tumbled forth, bobbing and dancing in front of her chest. The nipples were firm and red as cherries. The coppery disks around them were throbbing with anger – and desire. In spite of herself, Katherine couldn't hold down the feeling that this was fun.
She had been used. Now it was her turn to taunt the man in the audience. She quickly slid from the remainder of the nightie, the panties falling down the slender white pillars of her legs. Standing gloriously naked, she said, "Let me go get the next outfit!"
Walking quickly, she rolled her ass back and forth in a circle that was sure to give the man's cock a real twinge. She, didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she got back to the dressing room. But she didn't hesitate. She quickly got into the see-through bra and the panties that were more string than fabric. A piece of string and a postage stamp would have provided more coverage for her naked flesh.
She returned to the center of the platform. This time she could see the man clearly. He licked his lips and his face was sweaty from the strain. His hand worked constantly on his prick and his eyes never left her lush, young teenaged body.
"No one needs this!" she cried, taking off the bra and flinging it toward the man. It dangled over one of his shoulders. He didn't remove it. He kept his hand moving swiftly up and down the thick stalk of his cock.
She cupped her tits in both hands and slowly caressed them. She felt the thrill of sheer desire lance into her chest. She was turning herself on! The girl knew she was being exploited and no longer cared. She could get her rocks off playing with both Bennett and his voyeur friend.
Her hands moved slowly to her nipples. The rock-hard little points slipped easily between her thumbs and forefingers. She rolled them around in small circles until she was panting heavily. Then she shoved down hard on the tips and gripped her tits, one in each hand. Twisting her right tit clockwise and her left tit in the other direction, she tried to rip those doughy mounds of titflesh from her body.
The stabs of desire made her pussy begin to drool. She slowly ran her hands down the sides of her body and slid agile fingers under the strings on either side of the panties. Wiggling sinuously, looking more like a snake moving, she worked the panties off. The cold air from the air conditioner hit her bush and raked across her cunt lips. The dampness there gave her a chill. She shivered, and gooseflesh sprang up on her once satiny skin. She loved it.
She continued bending over, then glanced up chastely and smiled. Turning her ass to the man, she continued to let the panties slip down her legs. She quickly stepped out of them, making sure her cunt lips were widely exposed to the spying man in the audience.
Turning around, she said, "It's so chilly up here! How I wish I had something nice and warm inside me!"
"God," the man said faintly. His hand worked even faster on his prick. Katherine was beginning to enjoy the feeling of power she had over the man. She knew that he wouldn't dare come up on stage and try to rape, her. She was perfectly safe and could do any damned thing she wanted to tease and torment him. If it made her feel good while she did it, well and good.
"Don't go away," she said in a sultry voice. She licked her lips and turned, her ass swaying even more this time. She rubbed one hand over the curvy flesh of her left buttock before vanishing from sight and going back to the dressing room.
There was only one piece of lingerie left. Katherine almost blushed when she saw it, but she put it on anyway. The panties fit snugly and made her pussy mound appear to bulge much more than normal. She steeled herself for this one last performance, then sighed.
It felt good doing this. She was no model, but she was certainly turning that guy on in a big way. And she was giving herself a real treat, too. She considered this as cheating just a little on Bennett, making him pay for what he'd done to her. The teenager knew that he wanted her to be embarrassed and uptight over all this. That was how he got his rocks off. By appearing confident – and enjoying the hell out of this strip tease – she was really getting back at him in a big way.
She made her way back onto the stage dressed in nothing but the crotchless panties. She made sure that her tits rolled properly. The feel of them banging together as she walked turned her on and made her pussy begin to dampen even more. The teenager wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she realized it would be something that she wouldn't have dreamed of doing before she'd taken this job – and had Bennett fuck her up the ass.
Stopping in the middle of the spotlight, she spread her legs and said softly, "And this is for those intimate moments when neither of us can wait." She bent down, squatting, her legs wide apart. Her auburn bush poked gently through the slash in the crotch of the panties.
"Why, look at this! It's just perfect, isn't it? What we both wanted!" Her fingers drifted down, slowly crossing the domed plain of her belly, hesitating for just a moment at the very top of her bush, then moving lower until she came to the slit in the panties.
She kept her knees wide apart as she crouched down and then parted the frilly flaps of the panties. She sighed blissfully and drove her fingers all the way up into her cunt.
"This is what we wanted, isn't it?" she cried. She began masturbating, using her fingers. She reached in far enough to touch the rubbery sheet of her cheery, then backed off. The sensation ripping through her body made her breath come in harsh, short pants.
Tits rising and failing faster, she finger fucked herself until she was sweaty and dripping onto the stage. She dropped forward onto her knees, making certain her cunt was still aimed directly at the man in the audience. She opened her eyes enough to see his hand working fiercely on his cock – she knew it wouldn't be much longer before the man came. It couldn't be much longer, not with the show she was giving him.
Her fingers worked against the slippery walls of her pussy and pressed into the puffy flaps of her cunt lips. She drew one finger slowly along the edge of her pussy lip, the frilly fabric of the crotchless panties teasing her aroused flesh. When she came to her clit, she teased it fully erect. The tiny pink erectile organ poked all the way out of the panties.
She didn't care if the man witnessing this saw it or not. She felt it! She stroked along the side of the tiny clit until she came. Then the flood of frothy cunt juices drenched her hand and turned the panties into a soggy mess. She didn't care.
The girl slowly lifted one cunt juice-soaked finger to her lips and sucked on just the tip. She smiled. More of her wet finger went between her ruby lips. Soon, she was sucking noisily on her finger.
She slowly fucked her face using that finger.
Katherine blinked as something wet spattered into her face. She tossed the mane of hair out of her eyes and felt the thick gob running down her cheeks. She didn't have to wipe it away to know what it was. The man had come, his cock spitting a huge gob of jism all the way onto the stage – and into her face.
She heard the man say, "Shit, Bennett, this is the best damned show I ever saw. You know that order for fifty thousand? Make it a hundred thousand. And I'll be back next month to talk about a more permanent contract with the store. If… if you can supply models like this one again."
"Yes, sir, no problem."
They both stood and left Katherine crouching in the middle of the stage. For a long time, she didn't know what to do. The elation she had felt was gone. The sexual thrills she had built up in her body had vanished. She felt drained, used, degraded.
What had seemed so worthwhile before now seemed sordid to her. She went back to the dressing room to get her clothes – and to cry.