Sandra took a deep breath by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

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Luv Karen

 

Sandra took in a deep breath, how bad could it be? You never know it might just work. It had to work. She tugged her hem down another quarter inch and walked up the drive and round the back, everyone knew he didn’t answer the door as he never had any visitors. Tapping on the open French window as she entered, she walked in. “Am I expecting a visitor?” He asked looking up. “Probably not but I’m looking for a job and I hoped you might be able to help.” He frowned “I’m sorry but I don’t need anyone at the moment.” “Please?” He shook his head sadly. She just burst into tears and cried. Dave had never been very good at coping with people crying but stood up and instinctively put his arms round her.

“It’s been two years since I lost my job, the unemployment money ran out last week, we’re three months behind with the rent so we’ve been served an eviction notice for next week. I don’t know what to do. I’ll do anything for a job.” He stepped back to the sofa and sat down, she sat in his lap still sobbing. He looked down at her ring finger, “Your husband isn’t working?” “He got laid off the month before I did.”

She felt comforted in his arms. “I’ve just got enough cash to last me for food for another six or seven months, after that I’m the same.” She sat up straighter, “But you’ve just brought an industrial robot, Jake saw the empty boxes with the garbage, and I thought you must be using it for something.” “Oh my dream, so close and yet so far, I’ve a new revolutionary design that’s lighter and can carry more than anything on the market, that was the easy part, making widgets and selling them is harder.” Perhaps if she relaxed him, she leaned into him and kissed him on the lips stroking him just below his ear as Julia had instructed her. She ran her fingers over his shoulder across the back of his neck hitting everyone of his hot spots ever known to Julia.

“I’d be ever so grateful and it must be three years since you had any.” She nibbling his ear, as she whispered. He held her away from him for a moment. “You’re married.” “Yes and I love him even with his odd fantasies. Can you imagine he sometimes talks about me making love to another man, I think his favourite one is the wicked landlord one, but I mean these days landlords don’t really exist, its all numbered financial companies and management companies to run them. I confess I told him I drew the line at screwing everyone who worked for our numbered company landlord. Still it livens up our sex life, he puts on a moustache with spirit gum and twirls the ends before telling me the rents due again. His other favourite one is me having to screw the boss to keep my job. Can you imagine, my boss didn’t even know the layoffs were coming, head office had just given him permission to hire another twenty people just the day before we all got laid off including him. Actually we got a whisper from the mail room about two hours before, their courier contract hadn’t been renewed and head office didn’t seem to care.”

“Well there is the granny flat over the garage I suppose. You could have that until the money runs out.” “I could save you money and cook your meals.” He looked at her. “It’s a small town, everyone knows exactly what your daily order is in takeout fast-food and how much it costs. I could feed all three of us with the same money, oh and Julia gave me a list of your favourite home cooked dishes so I know them all.” “Julia?” “As in Julia, your first girlfriend Julia, whose mother has been teaching me to cook recently.”

“I can offer you the apartment, and the same money as I’m paying for my fast food then. I might even be able to stretch to a few hours a week part time at minimum wage for you and your husband.”

“Does that mean you’re both my landlord and my boss then?” Dave gave a small start as Sandra entwined her arms round his neck and lowered her lips to his. When she came up for air she murmured “Julia mentioned you had a weakness for stockings so if you’d like to slip your hand up my skirt and explore that might over come your inhibitions. Besides I’m turned on thinking of living out two of his fantasies at the same time.”

What the heck, he’d thought Julia was amazing exploring his body that summer before they’d left for college. She’d never come back and he’d not seen her since. He won’t have come back if his uncle hadn’t left him this old house. Not that he’d have it much longer now, the mortgage had paid for so much but getting his dream to market was taking longer and was more complex and expensive than he’d anticipated. He ran his hand up over her willing thigh. God she really did have stockings and a garter belt on. Memories came flooding back, Julia liked him to stroke her between her thighs like this he remembered. Sandra gave a little sigh, there had been rumours in the town about his sexuality or lack of it, started by a seventeen-year-old teenager whose skirts were short enough to turn every male’s head except his but judging by the way he knew the way round her body Julia had taught him well. She undid her blouse well no point in getting it creased was there and let him admire her wedding underwear which was just about the only decent bit of lingerie she had left.

Maybe this indulging in her husband’s fantasies was something she should have done years ago, but who was she trying to kid, she wanted this man, she wanted to show him how grateful she was and she wanted to make sure no other women muscled in on her territory. He was hers, she squirmed round and unclipped her bra to give him better access, then slid her knickers off as well kicking them clear in a way that seemed to say she was kicking herself clear of any guilt feelings. He’d said this was what he wanted, it was certainly what Dave wanted, and the throbbing between her legs told its own tale.

Afterwards they lay spread out on the sofa. “I enjoyed that, as you mentioned it’s been a long time, thank you.” “I suppose we’d better try to find some money for a U-haul though it seems a pity when it’s such a short distance.” “Take the recumbent trike and the big cargo trailer in the garage I’ve used it to move a double bed before now. I'd better get back to working out how to sell widgets. You don’t know anything about web sites do you?” “No but Jake used to be a salesman, put him on commission, give him the title of VP sales and he’ll be a different man.” “I’ll go as far as profit sharing, employees are now on 10% of the net profit and Jake is now VP sales. Sounds grand but with two part time employees and no profits so far it doesn’t cost me very much does it. I’ll show you the trike and cargo trailer.”

Sandra eyed the recumbent trike with dismay. “In jeans or shorts it would be respectable in skirt with stockings no way.” “You could just take them off then it would just be a glimpse of bare thigh.” She nodded and putting on cotton gloves first she unrolled her precious stockings carefully before putting them and the gloves in her handbag. “The gloves help preserve them and prevent runs.” He dug out his wallet and tucked three fifty dollar bills in her hand. “Stocking allowance.” He murmured embarrassedly then turned back into the house.

Sandra found it oddly exciting to expose four inches of thigh above her knee as she rode the trike home, odd because in shorts she’d have exposed a lot more without batting an eyelid. She’d tease Jake a little when she got back.

He was depressed, sat on the sofa looking into space. One of the reasons she’d finally decided to go and try her luck. She took one of the fifties out and passed it over to him. “Your share.” He looked at it in disbelief then held it up to the light to check it was real. “You’ve sold your body?” She nodded. He sank down and took his head between his hands.

“It’s not that bad, remember your fantasy about me having to make love to the wicked landlord to keep a roof over our head?” He looked up, “Well we have a new apartment but he’s not that wicked though. I had to seduce him.” “Seriously?” She decided to level with him. “We have new part time jobs, you’re VP sales by the way. He doesn’t pay very well but at least he’ll will feed us plus we get a free apartment as part of the deal. We also get 10% of the net profit if ever he sells whatever it is he’s making. If he doesn’t, well we lose it all in six months or so. So husband of mine get selling whatever it is he’s making besides me. Oh remember that other fantasy about sloppy seconds?” She ran through the bedroom door casting a glance behind her as she did so and was gratified to see him run after her.

Afterwards they struggled to get the double bed base downstairs but once there it seemed to fit on the trailer. Jake roped it down and gingerly mounted the trike. Sandra pulled out her old bike and set off besides him steadying the load with her hand and giving it an extra shove on the uphill bits.

After they had carried it up into the granny apartment over the garage Sandra led the way back to the house where she introduced the two men in her life. Any qualms she had soon disappeared as she noticed Jake slip into sales person mode so she sneaked off into the kitchen to prepare the evening meal whilst Dave was persuaded by Jake to show him the garage with its precious robotic content.

“The robot is programmed to search for the boxes, unpack them, set up the jig, do the welding, wait an hour for it to cool then lift the carrier off the jig, put in down then move to the next one. I was hoping to get more than eight a day done but I can’t even sell that many at the moment.” Jake lifted one of the finished products up in his hand. “It’s very light.” He commented, “And much stronger than anything else on the market.” Came the reply.

Jake looked thoughtful but then a cry came from the house “Food!” which brought a halt to any conversation. As they entered Dave told them to help themselves to his home made beer from the pressure barrel in the basement. “It might be warm but it works out $20 for 40 pints so the price is right.” Jake voiced the opinion it tasted just fine. Dave said the same thing about Sandra’s cooking. They sat and talked over coffee. Sandra was surprised to hear Jake whisper in her ear “Can you distract him this evening, your black nightdress?” she nodded not quite understanding but willing to go along. “We haven’t managed to unpack the bedding and things so would you mind sharing your bed with Sandra tonight and I’ll use a sleeping bag on the floor?” “Are you sure?” Dave wasn’t quite certain how much Sandra had told her husband or how compliant he would be. “Well I am, I’ll take a bed over a sleeping bag on the floor any time. I think I saw a night gown lying around somewhere.” She disappeared towards the new apartment.

“If I may, I’ll help myself to a jug of beer then do a bit of tiding up before turning in.” Jake yawned and walked through to the kitchen to find a jug, afterwards he headed towards the garage and texted a message to Matt to come and share a beer.

“It’s been a while, and I assume things looking up since you have a beer in your hand. Where’s mine?” Jake found him a beer filling the glass up from the jug he had sitting in a bucket of ice. “It’s probably still a bit warm but it's drinkable.” “Not bad, still knowing you you had some ulterior motive from dragging me away from rebuilding my Chevelle SS.” Jake opened the door to the garage. “OK you have an industrial robot.” “Currently it makes eight widgets a day, apparently. It waits an hour for them to cool down after the welding.” “So you thought you’d call on my production engineering expertise to speed it up?” “Case of beer at the end of the month?” Matt looked around and picked up one of the carriers. “Neat, light and looks very strong. I’ll take two of these instead, one made up and one in parts.” He looked around and back at the robot. “If we put some jigs on trolleys then the robot could do the welding then we just pull it out of the way ready for the next one.” “Could it run unattended?” Matt looked at the size of the garage and back at the robot. “If we attach a rope here, over a pulley there then at the end of the cycle it could pull a train of trolleys into place. You might get two hours running out of it before you ran out of room. I’ve some suitable trolleys floating round the shed behind the house.

Two hours later Jake and Matt had constructed a jig on each trolley and tied them together with clothes line. Then the loaded up the trolleys with parts and watched the robot weld up each one before pulling the next in line to the welding station.

Jake set up his multiple alarm watch so that it woke him every two hours so he could lift off the finished carriers before pulling the trolleys back and refilling them ready for the robot.

When Sandra returned carrying an overnight bag, she said looking at Dave, “You look tired, would you like a nice relaxing massage? Upstairs to bed and I’ll spread a pair of bath towels out on the bed and give you one.”

She undressed him before undressing herself and motioned for him to lie face down on the towels. “No peeking.” She warned as she quickly slipped out of her clothes and taking a bottle of massage oil in her hand she started the massage. She worked her fingers firmly into his shoulders and the back of his neck. Then gradually down his spine all the way down to his feet. She worked her way back up his calves doing each in turn, the back of his knees, up his thighs to his firm butt. She rather enjoyed massaging his oiled butt sliding a finger between his thighs so it just grazed his testicles. “Time to roll over.” She murmured into his ear as a very relaxed Dave rolled over on his back. She started on his hands taking her time to massage each individual finger, then his palms and very slowly up his arms across his chest and down the other arm. When he moaned she murmured “Are you in pain?” as she continued the erotic massage. She worked down his chest and just after gently grazing his hips went to work on his feet before relenting and coming back to his thighs. She teased him gently stroking his hardening cock and cupping his testicles before announcing “Up you get it’s my turn on the bed now. Here’s the oil.”

Dave got up reluctantly then poured a little oil on the middle of her back. “Oh its cold.” “Better warm you up then hadn’t I?” His mind wandered back to when Julia and he had done the same thing years ago. Thumbs up her spine, then across her shoulders, caressing and rubbing in the oil, she lay face down on the towel luxuriating in his attention when finally she rolled over and Dave started on her breasts massaging the oil well in. Before working his way down her body to her feet where she found she had sensitive parts she hadn’t even realised she had. “Enough I just want you in me.” She gasped with a sense of this was the only thing that mattered right now and she just held her orgasm off until he entered when she was just lost in the sensations overwhelming her.

Afterwards they lay together on the towels “You know if I’d known how delightful they were I should have hired an executive assistant years ago.” She dug him in the ribs. “No, you shouldn’t.” “Oh why not pray?” “You just had to wait for me.” She replied with typical feminine logic.

Next morning Jake crawled into the kitchen and grabbed a coffee. Sandra looked worried “Didn’t you sleep well last night?” “I was looking after the baby.” “Baby?” “As in baby robot, it needed feeding every two hours. Still, we have some product to sell now.” Dave came in and heard the last bit and grabbing a coffee went out with Jake to inspect the garage contents.

Jake showed him with pride the way that Matt had set up the robot to produce a lot more in the time available. Dave who had been becoming a bit despondent about his chances of ever succeeding brightened up and spent the day feeding the baby whilst Jake caught up on his sleep.

At lunch time Dave announced he thought they should have a celebratory meal that evening. Jake thought it a great idea. “Sandra you could wear your long dark blue thing.” “In public, no way.” “It was respectable enough for you to wear it on vacation.” “Yes well it was an adult only holiday spot and it didn’t stand out as much there amongst the other evening dresses.” “It took me three days to get her into a Wicked Weasel bikini and by the end of the vacation practically all she wore were the tiny sheer bottoms. She was lapping the attention up.” Sandra glared at him. “I think it’s a great shame they took out the obey part of the marriage ceremony.” He lowered his head then suddenly looked up again. “But she’d have to obey her boss if she wanted to keep her job now wouldn’t she?” He beamed. Dave took up the thread “Sandra I do believe your dress code this evening will be a long evening gown in dark blue was it?”

“Guys what is this team work against me or something? OK the Sapphire blue dress it will be.” Dave dug out a table cloth and the modern matching stainless steel cutlery whilst Jake made himself busy in the kitchen. At last the table was laid, the meal prepared and all they needed was the guest of honour. Sandra slipped through the door standing to one side out of the direct light. Dave looked up, “I was expecting something low plunging neck line, slashed to the waist at least, that looks charming and quite respectable. It might have spaghetti shoulder straps but these days surely they are considered almost respectable.” Sandra took a few hesitant steps towards the table as Dave pulled out a chair for her. She stepped forward in front of him and suddenly he froze as he realised the dress was backless, and practically side-less, in fact only the narrowest of spaghetti shoulder straps held the dress in place. Not only that but it was impossible she could be wearing anything at all under the fine silk dress. She turned back and kissed him on the cheek letting the full impact of her perfume hit him. “Are you quite certain you think it’s respectable?” He groaned slightly as she ran her fingers over his hardening rod. “Well I’m not certain what my maiden aunts would say about it but you look superb in it.” He was rewarded by a slight squeeze of his balls and another peck on his cheek. “Perhaps you need the heating up my sweet.” Came the comment from Jake across the table as he looked at her hardening nipples. She blushed and her nipples seemed to stiffen even more at the same time. “No I think if anything I’m feeling a little warm this evening.” She felt even warmer after a glass of white wine that Dave had uncovered in the depths of the pantry.

 

All through dinner she felt their eyes rest more on her chest than her own eyes. They teased her gently as well. “My wife likes to dance.” Jake mentioned to Dave “So do we have some suitable music?” The first few tunes she enjoyed swirling around, then Jake switched the music to something slower whilst she was dancing with Dave. “You know she complains sometimes I don’t spend enough time on foreplay.” Dave took the hint and held her close, grinding himself against her. Jake slow danced behind her and between the two of them it seemed she was being dry humped front and back. Those long kisses with whoever was facing her didn’t help either, something was going to happen but she wasn’t sure what. “I’m feeling tired so I’m off to bed.” Dave unhooked her arms from around his neck and slipped upstairs. She as undid Jake’s slacks she told him in no uncertain terms “I need you in me now, the sofa will do fine.”

Next morning Dave took himself for a stroll along the high street. He paused at a closed lingerie shop and glanced in the window imagining Sandra in some of the items on display before stepping back into Stephanie who had just arrived carrying some boxes to open up. A potential customer and the way trade was going at the moment no potential customer was going to escape. “So sorry.” “No no my fault, you couldn’t just hold these boxes for me whilst I get my keys out?” Dave being the perfect gentleman obliged. Stephanie dived in her bag and found her keys and opened up then dashed inside calling “I have ten seconds to switch the alarm off.” Over her shoulder as she did so. Christina her assistant scurried up behind, “Sorry I’m late. Do you want to just put those boxes down on the counter?” and ushered Dave inside so she could turn the door sign from closed to open. “Now then are you looking for something for your wife, girlfriend, administrative assistant?” Stephanie studied his face closely. She prided herself on being able to read anyone. None of those three then, “Your part time minimum wage girl Friday who has absolutely no choice in her dress code?” she joked as she went to the other extreme. Stephanie couldn’t believe her eyes, well let’s not go there let’s just concentrate on the sale.

Christina slipped her heels on and came back from the rear of the shop, “I’ve put the kettle on, would you like one?” “Oh yes please.” Christina found his voice most attractive, she’d caught the last bit about dress code, well she could relate to that by the end of the day on a sale day her feet would be killing her, if only there was a choice of another job, still any job was better than no job. “About Christina’s size would you say?” “Perhaps a little less on top, I’m not certain of the exact size you see, I could come back later.” Christina smiled, what and let Stephanie miss her sale, she knew that the only way would Stephanie let him out of the store without a sale would be over her dead body. She mused if Stephanie had been a used car salesperson in another life. Stephanie ushered him towards the back of the store and pulled the curtain across to screen them from the street. “Close your eyes and try to imagine them.” She nodded to Christina who rolled her eyes but took off her top anyway, unclipped her bra then stood in front of him with her back towards him. “Just imagine she’s standing in front of you slide your hands up and cup her breasts.” Christina wondered why it was always her breasts that had to be fondled, yes she understood about making the connection with the client and making them feel a little in her debt and to be honest she didn’t mind that much when the hands were warm and soft, she rather enjoyed the attention of one gentleman who came in to buy a bra once a week now and couldn’t remember the size without his ten minute tweak of her nipples and he always took her advice on what to buy. Besides which he’d slip a plastic bag full of underwear into her back pack from time to time, all a perfect fit for her and all items she’d have picked out herself if she’d had the money. Perhaps she’d suggest a baby doll next time. She needed some new nightwear after all. Still, cold callused hands really didn’t turn her on. These weren’t too bad though, she leant back into him brushing his lips with the side of her neck as she felt her nipples harden between his fingers.

“How does that feel?” “Well the nipples are about the same but I’m really not too certain about the size of her breasts.” Inspiration struck Christina, “We could try the little black number on the end of rack by the back door.” She said with a meaningful glance at Stephanie “Then the exact size of her breasts wouldn’t matter would it.” Stephanie thought hard for a moment then the penny dropped and she remembered the scanty maid’s outfit. “Right I’ll just fetch it.” Two years ago she’d brought up the stock of a store that was closing down, she’d got a really good deal and most items fitted in well with her clientele, but one or two items were a little risqué to say the least and old faithful was the last item in the still in the store. She’d tried discounting it for Christmas, for Valentine’s day, but it still stuck, it’s only redeeming point was she could at least have a sign saying “Up to 90% off” when she had a sale.

She brought it back after quickly peeling off the sale price stickers together with a garter belt and a pair of black silk stockings. If he didn’t fall for Christina wearing this little number he had to be gay. Dave was still toying with Christina’s nipples, well he didn’t like to stop and appear rude and after all she did appear to be lapping up the attention.

Christina stepped reluctantly forward and after staring at the black silk stockings for a moment mouthed “You owe me big time for this one.” towards Stephanie so that Dave couldn’t see her. Stephanie acknowledged with a slight nod. She unzipped her tight black slacks and wiggled her butt as she peeled them down her long legs. She left her tiny thong in place, then after clipping the garter belt round her waist she threaded the straps beneath her thong. She looked at Dave’s puzzled look, “How else does one pee without getting totally undressed?” She placed her leg on a chair and rolled one stocking up, slid it over toes, then unrolled it up her leg. “Want to just fasten the stocking whilst I hold it in place?” She asked innocently, hoping he didn’t have a weak heart. Dave looked flustered but managed to do the clasp up on the fourth attempt. The second clasp only took three attempts and by the second leg he was managing in a fumbling two. She handed him the lacy petticoat so he could hold it open whilst she stepped into it. Stephanie helped her into the dress and did the zip up at the back. Christina turned slowly so he could admire her body. “Note the built in support for her breasts, quarter cup leaving most of the breast exposed but supported below so the nipples are thrust forward. The skirt is short enough to expose the stocking tops and a glimpse of thigh at the front whilst at the rear it is cut even higher leaving the thong or perhaps crotch-less panties completely exposed even before Christina bends forward. Now we have the matching lace cap and wrist bands.” She placed these in Christina’s hair and on her wrists. “And somewhere I think we have some special jewellery that complements the dress.” Christina felt herself blushing in response to Dave’s very interested attention. “Here we are.” Stephanie held out what at first glance looked like a pair of ear rings. Christina knew better and closed her eyes, praying her mother never found out about how far Stephanie would use her to close a sale.

“If you’d just like to suckle one nipple whilst I do the other.” Dave obediently suckled one of Christina’s nipples until it was hard whilst Stephanie did the other. Christina was having mixed feelings about being so exposed yet lapping up the attention from Dave and obeying her boss. “Now you just slip the loops over the hardened nipples and let them dangle.” Christina felt the extra sensation drive her very close to her limit. “Now these two balls you just pull her thong to the side and slip them inside.” Christina wasn’t expecting the love balls at all and came as Dave’s finger’s brushed her clit as he fumbled the balls inside her. She caught her breath. “Now Christina just walk up and down for me. Notice how aroused she is? Those balls are designed to stimulate her as she moves. Good girl.” Stephanie quickly pulled down Christina’s thong and slid up a pair of white lacy knickers in their place. “Now just run your hand over these, feel the fine lace, and you’ve found the surprise slit that runs from front to back leaving her totally accessible. Just bend forward Christina, there see just how exposed she is. Now I’ll just wrap them up for you shall I? You’ll like the nipple jewellery and ball set as well I assume. If you’d just like to get undressed now Christina.” Christina quickly undressed and whilst still naked passed her outfit to Dave, pressing a sales tag lightly into his hand as she did so. Dave quickly glanced down at the 50% off sale tag and gave her an almost imperceptible flick of the eye as acknowledgement. He carried the items across to Stephanie who stood ready to ring them in at the till. Christina dressed herself quietly in the back.

Stephanie rang in the items and displayed the total. “Mind if I just double check?” The stockings, garter belt were fine, “I’d like another pair of stockings please and perhaps another pair of knickers with the slit. Oh and I see the dress has a half price sale tag on it, how fortunate.” Stephanie grimaced inwardly but smiled sweetly, well it was better than 90% off after all, she wondered how she’d missed it.

He returned home in good humour and waltz Sandra twice round the hall before handing her the purchases. “I’ve made a small increase to your wardrobe, perhaps you’ll be kind enough to wear it for us this evening? Nay I command you shall wear it this evening.” He waltzed off into his study. Jake wondered over “So what does your new uniform look like then?” Sandra lifted the dress out of the bag and stared at it. “It’s a more revealing French maid’s outfit than I’ve ever imagined could be produced.” She shook her head, “I think you gave him a sense of a power last night when you mentioned he could set my dress code. Still I’d better at least see how bad it is.” She laid everything out and stripped off and put the garter belt on first then rolled the stockings up her legs. “You’re enjoying this.” Jake twirled his imaginary moustache “Well so are you, I saw you lap up the attention last night from both of us.” The petticoats came next followed by the dress. Jake looked around. “Is it missing something?” “You mean like half a dress?” Dave came back carrying his empty coffee mug. “Is there another part I’ve missed?” asked Sandra standing with her breasts mostly uncovered. “I do believe you’re right.” Dave dived into the bag and brought out the nipple jewellery triumphantly and handed them to Jake. “If you’d care to do the honours?” Jake looked mystified “There doesn’t seem to be any clips or any way to attach these ear rings?” Dave stepped forward “If you’d just like to suckle one of her nipples whilst I do the other.” Sandra suddenly clicked “Now guys a jokes a joke, OK you aren’t really going to make me wear them.” Dave suckled and slipped the loop over her hard nipple. Jake followed his example. Sandra took a deep breath and found the slightest movement started the dangling nipple pedants swaying. Dave pulled out the two golden balls and quietly handed them to Jake. “Just pull her knickers to the side and slip them inside.” “It’s missing something I think, I’ll just go and get them.” Jake disappeared towards the garage apartment returning a few moments later with a bottle of perfume and a pair of black high heel shoes that Sandra had hoped he’d forgotten all about.

Sandra found the Ben Wa balls lightly stimulating as was the nipple jewellery, being so exposed and receiving the attention she was getting from both men in her life she thought she could live with. She was a little annoyed at her husband for suggesting to Dave that he could set her dress code, and with Dave for finding something so blatant. She served dinner and subtly steered the conversation towards some technical problem to keep them making too many remarks about her pert nipples. She’d slipped into the kitchen to brew some coffee whilst they’d moved over to the seating area to continue the conversation when the door bell rang. She recognised Matt’s voice, now there was a possibility. She picked up two mugs of coffee and carried them into the lounge. Matt was in the middle of asking how the project was going when he stopped midstream, you could practically see his jaw drop. “Hi Matt, it’s nice to see a little more of you, would you like a coffee, it’s freshly made.” She smiled at him as he nodded, “Just grab a chair and I’ll be right back.” She swayed her hips as she walked back to the kitchen, certain that Matt’s eyes were glued to the crotchless knickers on display under the abbreviated skirt. She bent forward to rearrange a trinket just to make sure before she entered the kitchen.

She brought an extra mug back and placed it on a small table in front of Matt’s chair, brushing his arm with her breast and the back of his hand with her nipple pendant as she did so. “It’s nice to see a bit more of you as well.” Matt blushed furiously as he realised how his words could be taken. “Do you like my uniform?” She twirled to show just how short the flared skirt was, then took pity on him “Oh silly me I forgot the cream.” Once more the hips swayed as she returned to the kitchen. On the way she bent forward to move the ornament back to its original place, this time since only Matt could see, she ran her finger up between her legs to tease him when she bent forward. She brushed his arm with her breasts once more as she poured cream into his coffee, lightly touching the back of his hand with the pendant once more. “Sugar?” she questioned he nodded she wiggled back to the kitchen just bending down to pick up a book this time which she carried off into the kitchen.

She dropped in two lumps on his nod then sat on his lap. She wiggled her butt in his lap in time as she stirred the sugar in the mug. “So what do you think of my new uniform?” she asked. “Well it certainly shows off your assets very nicely. I mean not everyone could wear it.” “Perhaps if you were to just cover them up with your hands, I might be a little less exposed.” She guided his hands to her boobs and sat there with her hands covering his much to the amazement of the other two men. “Now whilst I think about it have we run out of parts for the robot to assemble?” “Well we are running a little low but we now have a few finished products ready to sell. Mind you they might do better packaged up rather than lifted out the back of a trunk in a parking lot.”

Matt excused himself saying he ought to get back for his evening meal. Sandra fluttered her eyelids at him and suggested perhaps she could tempt him with something in the kitchen. Matt practically fled in haste. Jeff gave her a stern look. “But he’s cute and gets flustered so easily.” Sandra dropped a kiss on Jeff’s forehead “Besides it was worth it just to see your faces when I sat in his lap.”

Next day around lunch time there was the sound of a large tractor trailer being backed up on to the drive. Dave opened the garage door to see what the noise was about to find Matt climbing out of the cab. “We’re slack at the moment but we had a fair bit of the sort of tubing you use so I got number two line to cut it up and machine it for you this morning for a few hours at the start of the shift. You have 90 days to pay and here’s a wireless card reader so if you do sell them from your trunk our company gets paid directly.” He opened the back to show the fifty-three-foot trailer was half full of bundles of tubing. Sandra rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek and a grope of his groin which made him blush. “Oh if you want to drive the trailer anywhere that can be done but you need to top up the tank afterwards and that can cost up to $600 so we’d need to drive very gently and slowly.”

Sandra could see Jeff’s mind working overtime. He pulled out the trike and placed a finished widget on the trailer. “See you later. I have to see a man about a box.” Before disappearing up the road.

Later that afternoon he turned up with a stack of brightly printed cardboard boxes on the trailer “Now we can start to sell them. The county fair I think would be a good place if we can fill the trailer up then sell them there we’re made.” “Where did the boxes come from?” asked Dave. “Oh it’s a small town remember and at the moment everyone is banking on your widgets.” Sandra knew her husband well “Jeff can sell, so my guess is he sold the idea it’s better to supply boxes on credit from stock than sell nothing, and the designer wasn’t doing anything anyway so I guess we’d better start filling boxes. Do you think I should give Ashley a call, last I heard she hadn’t found a summer job?” “Ashley?” Dave queried, “Oh she’s one of my old neighbours daughters who is going to college in September, she’s bright and willing to do things. We can pay her a percentage?” Dave nodded his concurrence, he was beginning to feel as if the project had taken on a life of its own. Things were certainly moving much faster now that Sandra had taken a hand but whether that was a good thing or not, he wasn’t completely convinced. Trouble was Sandra had a way of distracting him and convincing him that he found hard to resist.

A week later Matt and Jeff set off with the loaded rig late in the evening. The plan was by travelling at night they could save gas by not running the air conditioning quite so hard and with less traffic on the road Matt’s lap top could keep them moving at the optimum speed for fuel conservation, important when you don’t have a spare $600 to fill the tank. Ashley was going to borrow her mum’s minivan so Sandra, Dave and herself could travel in more comfort the following day.

Tiffany went back to the first dress she’d tried on. Would it do? She looked at her wardrobe spread across her bed and thought about the pros and cons of each. The one she had on was thin, super soft, and clung to her body when she moved. She’d told her mother it was just a top to be worn over jeans but as she pivoted in front of the full length mirror she thought it was the one. Not as short as the primrose dress but long enough to just cover her stocking tops. She didn’t want Brian to shy off as soon as he saw her, she wanted to get in closer before he got the full effect of her precious perfume. Once his hands cupped her breasts through the thin silky material he wouldn’t be able to resist. Brian, was well he was just Brian and she’d decided to upgrade their relationship. She’d been planning this day for weeks now, picking out just the right shade of stockings with the fully fashioned heel and seam up the back, finding the perfect bra that looked respectable at first but in reality was front opening, she had a little thrill at the thought of walking down the street in it knowing herself to be available under her dress, and the matching knickers well, as long as her mother didn’t find them in the washing basket she was safe. She had gone on the pill and after four weeks she was finally sperm proof. She hadn’t mentioned it to Brian as she didn’t think he was ready yet, she’d just seduce him and present him with a fait accompli. She’d been warned by Rachel that Brian might ejaculate before she was ready until she had him trained but that wasn’t going to be a problem. She’d preforeplayed herself so as soon as his, well as soon as it entered she’d be wet and ready for her own whatever it was.

She pulled out her vibrator from the bottom drawer lubed it up and carefully took herself to the edge. Oh God he was going to enjoy today. Finally she took out the piece de resistance, the thing that was going to slay him. She slipped the bullet inside her and made sure the ribbon holding the two sides of her knickers together was done up in a tiny bow that rested just over her clit. She flipped the remote on then off just to make sure it was working. Brain wouldn’t be able to resist the remote. Anything electronic he just had to play with. She’d get her first orgasm off him today for sure.

As she passed the Dairy Queen there was a wave from the side of the road, “Hey Ash where you off to?” Brittany her particular friend was there together with Leah, Anna, and Amy. “Well I have a sort of job.” “Really we thought you hadn’t been around.” “Any chance?” “Oh get in and we’ll ask the boss, but no promises.” “Is he male?” Amy fluttered her eye lashes provocatively and the girls all giggled.

“Hi guys the gang wondered if they could help sell a few at the county fair.” Dave was kneeling down packing the cooler box with enough food for a small army when he looked up at Amy’s tight shorts that she’d pulled up at the waist for maximum impact at the crotch. He looked at Sandra for guidance, “Well Jeff always says that sex sells, ideally you’d want them in some sort of short skirted uniform.” “Like the outfits we wore in the chorus line at Christmas?” Blurted out Ashley, “Anna has your mother still got them?” Amy drew closer to Dave and held his head against her damp crotch as she wiggled very gently from side to side. “Amy you aren’t supposed to rub your crotch against his tongue, rub it against his rod so that it drains the blood away from his brain and he just agrees to anything.” Leah chimed in.

“Guys calm down. We have a truck load to sell, I’m certain that Dave will treat you favourably if we manage to sell everything. If we stop off at Anna’s we can pick up the chorus girl outfits then onto the county fair to see how many we can sell.” “All right!”

They picked up the chorus line outfits and threw them behind the rear seat. Amy and Anna where sat either side of Dave on the rear bench seat with their thighs pressed against his. “County fair here we come!” “Did you bring all the dresses?” “Yes why?” “Well shouldn’t we include Tiffany? I mean she was one of the chorus line with us after all. I mean she has really great legs.” “We’ll stop by her house and see if she wants to come.”

They pulled up and Leah dashed out and pounded on the door. “We’ve found you a job but you have to come now.” Tiffany wavered for a moment, oh what the heck, she could seduce Brian another day, a job was a job after all. She grabbed her bag and followed Leah back into the van. “Common there should be room on the back seat.” Leah closed the door as soon as Tiffany was through it. Amy pulled her into Dave’s lap and they were off. Leah heard something move on the floor as they pulled onto the freeway ramp and put her hand down. “Anyone lost a remote control?” Out of curiosity she flicked the switch on to see what it controlled.

Tiffany turned red and buried her face in Dave’s shoulder. “Pass it back here.” Requested Amy. “Tiffany darling how’s Brian these days?” Tiffany murmured something indistinct against Dave’s neck. Amy took a closer look at Tiffany’s legs, “Oh my seamed stockings, and a thin dress, I think you were planning on spending the day with Brian weren’t you.” Tiffany gave a small sob. “Brian loves electronic gadgets so one way to get his attention would be. Tiffany you haven’t!” “Haven’t what?” came the question from the front of the van. “Well let’s just say if I’m right then if I just push this slider up Tiffany is going to start squirming any second.” Amy pushed the slider control very slowly up. “Enjoying that Tiffany?” Dave was mystified by what was happening as he felt Tiffany squirm in his lap. “What’s going on?” he asked. Tiffany felt she was going to die of embarrassment any second. In desperation she sought to stop Dave from asking any more embarrassing questions by lifting her head and moving her lips close to his in open invitation. She wrapped her arm round his neck and sought to distract him by caressing his neck and shoulders.

A voice drifted over from the front of the van. “I heard that Brian went camping with his brother last night.” Just at that moment Tiffany’s feelings towards Brian were mixed, very mixed. Amy lent in and guided Dave’s hand over Tiffany’s boob, well if Tiffany was wearing that sort of dress Dave might as well take advantage besides which it was always a good idea to keep the boss happy and this boss looked very happy indeed. Tiffany gave herself over to the moment and wallowed in all the male attention she was getting.

Anna thought this was great entertainment and helpfully undid her dress zip at the back and just eased the dress off her shoulder. Leah and Sandra exchanges looks “Go girl go.” Mouthed Leah. Amy recognised the style of bra that Tiffany was wearing, a front opening one. She was shocked to think that one of her friends could even think of wearing such a brazen garment but if she was fair she supposed she’d do it herself if it got the right boy’s attention. She wondered if she was wearing the matching micro-thong or the more respectable matching briefs? She flipped the bra’s front catch and let Dave’s exploring hand do the rest. Then thought since Tiffany’s dress was off the shoulder perhaps she should just ease her skirt up a little so it didn’t get creased. She recognised the tiny bow on the front of her knickers, My God, neither the micro-thong or the more respectable matching briefs, Tiffany really had been in earnest about seducing Brian. She wondered if it would be effective. Well one way to find out was by experimentation and she had Dave available after all. She took hold of Dave’s hand and relocated it under Tiffany's crumpled up skirt. Carefully she guided the end of the ribbon between his finger and thumb and watched amazed as he tugged the bow undone then slipped his finger between the two sides, she made a mental note effective then. Gently she adjusted the remote to keep Tiffany simmering. Hey this was better entertainment than any video game.

It seemed to Dave they arrived in no time at all. The girls all crowded out except Tiffany who lay slated in his lap. “I suppose you think I’m some sort of virgin slut?” “Not at all I suspect you’d got dressed up for Brian and made the mistake of having a remote controlled something that Amy could lay her hands on.” “You got that right. Brian, the fink, he knew we had a date and he just went off camping.” “Never mind it’s called learning by experience.” “It was a very nice experience.” She ducked her head so he couldn’t see her embarrassment. “I thought so too but we have a job to do which is to sell so you’d better get a move on and get changed with the others, after all that’s what we’re paying you for.” “You know I’ve wondered about what it must be like to be paid for sex? I mean you’d have to smile and things but would it be work? Or would it be ever so nice like snuggling up to you in the van on the way here?” “Trust me on this you don’t really want to go there.” Tiffany fluttered her eye lashes at him playfully before Dave set her off his lap and tapped her lightly on the butt.

“You’re asking three times what I thought was a reasonable price.” Moaned Dave. Jeff explained that they were selling very well even at the inflated price. “Besides this way we can sell anything left over at 50% off on the last day and still make a profit.” Dave was doubtful but then watched Brittany make a sale. “She’s good isn’t she?” Sandra was stood at his shoulder. “That poor guy hasn’t any idea what he’s buying or how much he’s paying for it?” “He doesn’t really stand much chance does he? But he looks happy enough to me.” Agreed Sandra, Dave shrugged his shoulders and got dragged into a deep technical discussion on the products merits by someone who looked like they wanted to know a lot more about the product. Dave explained in much more detail than he might normally do and even Jeff wondered over to see what the conversation was about. “So how many can you supply per month and what sort of price?” came the question. Jeff answered with a number that was about 10% of their monthly production capacity and a price that would give a reasonable margin to a retailer. Seeing Dave’s puzzled look he explained later that it wasn’t a good idea to have one customer take more than 10% of your capacity in case they walked away or tried to bargain the price down. Dave could see the sense of that, there was much more to business than he’d thought of so far.

 “Leah.” Leah looked up, “The guy in the expensive jacket, want him?” “OK.” Brittany took over the sale that Leah was involved with and Leah stepped forward to greet the guy who came wondering up. “Can I assist you in any way? We have a choice of colours available.” She gently flirted with him. Dave looked puzzled, Ashley took pity on him. “We specialise a bit, Leah and he have the same sort of background, or at least she did until her dad’s company went under, they talk the same body language, she’ll know just how to handle him.”

They climbed back into the mini van and headed home. Sandra was already counting up just how much they’d made. Ten percent of the profit sounded very respectable indeed. She showed Tiffany the laptop screen with the spreadsheet, “You mean Dave made that much at the fair?” Tiffany whispered in awe. Sandra nodded, “Would you like to come back for supper at Dave’s?” She whispered back. Tiffany just nodded smiling to herself. Leah asked her “So when are you seeing Brian again?” “Brian who’s Brian?” Tiffany replied dreamily.