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 REFLECTIONS OF LUST by Colleen Whyte

   Margot Litner liked to get out of the office at lunch time, it was her
way of proving that she wasn't an office bound violet who had no life
outside of work.  More functionally, she used the time to run errands and
do the small amount of shopping she needed to keep her tidy little life in
order.  Besides that, the shops were generally closed by the time she
finished in the evenings.

   Today her plan was to buy several pairs of slacks, she tended to clothes
shop that way, find something suitable and then buy two or three similar
outfits in different shades.  It saved so much time only having to try on
one item for fit.  And of course she had already decided where she was
going to shop - Mildred's Fashions which from their advertisement seemed to
be both reasonable in price and sensible in style.  Besides which, it was
only five minutes from her office.

   Arriving at the shop front, she liked what she saw.  Definitely an older
store with a window display containing several elegant looking mannequins
in knee length skirts or well tailored slacks to go with their formal
blouses, jacket or cardigan.  Stepping inside the image was reinforced,
until a teenage boy with untidy hair approached her and introduced himself
as Melvin.  She acknowledged his existence and quickly moved to a row of
slacks and selected a pair in her size.

   Margot didn't like being shown to the changing room by a sweaty
adolescent boy but he seemed to be the only staff member in the store and
she only had a half hour for lunch.  So she followed him through the
somewhat cluttered and old fashioned layout of the shop towards the back.
There he opened a darkened wooden door and she went in, noting with some
distaste his look of anticipation.  If he thought she was going to be an
easy sale then he had another thought coming.

   Looking around the changing room, she was surprised by how spacious it
was, easily the size of the bedroom in her apartment, and better furnished
she had to concede.  There was a small two seater leather couch, several
old style wooden chairs with velvet padded cushions, a vanity table and an
ornate coat rack over which she draped the trousers.  There she found
several articles of clothing that she assumed some previous customer had
left behind.  Holding up an ultra short leather skirt she could only assume
that the woman was a complete tart or she had wisely decided against buying
such a provocative piece of clothing.  With it was a bustier style blouse
top that would leave the midrift and shoulders completely exposed. 
Disgusted, Margot tossed the skirt and blouse onto the couch.

   Going back to close and lock the door she was stopped in her tracks by
her reflection in a large wall hung mirror with its gilded frame.  Moving
closer she discovered the entire frame was made up of hundreds of
intertwining female figures and she marvelled at what she took to be a very
old but gaudy antique mirror.

   Turning her attention back to her reflection, she found herself
unusually interested in her appearance.  While she did take care to always
be neat and presentable, she didn't take it to the extremes that many women
did.  She wondered about that now, as she viewed her reflected image from
several stances.  She had thought that she had looked quite smart and
professional when she had checked herself out in her own mirror this
morning, but somehow this mirror made her look drab.  In fact she looked
positively dowdy in her light grey pantsuit and loafers.

   Concerned by her image, Margot reached up and pulled out her hair pins
to free up her shoulder length hair.  It helped a bit but not enough she
decided.  Slipping off her jacket she swivelled at the waist to get a
better look at herself in profile.  She had quite reasonable breasts she
thought, not something that she normally worried about but at the moment
the neat cones jutting from her starched blouse seemed to be her only
redeeming feature.  She gave her breasts a squeeze, yes they were quite
firm and the only thing that really said that she was a woman.

   Still distracted by her own less than flattering reflection in the
mirror, Margot took off her blouse, shoes and slacks and ran an appraising
eye over herself as she stood there in her soft white bra, full brief
panties and beige pantyhose.  Her legs were long and slender, her figure
was a respectable 34-26-32 and yet she couldn't shake off a sense of
disappointment.  What was she looking for, she wondered?  Her thoughts held
by her own image, she stripped completely, not thinking how illogical that
was when all she wanted to do was try on a new pair of trousers.  Naked she
still felt that her body was more than adequate so why did she still feel
the need for something else.

   Margot caught a glimpse of something shiny behind her in the reflection,
turning her head she saw it was the leather miniskirt.  'Why not?' she
thought, and didn't notice that she had giggled at the thought of how
naughty she was.  Stepping into the skirt, Margot felt a strange tingle of
excitement as she worked it up over her hips and struggled to do up the zip
as the leather clung to her like a second skin.  The blouse was easier, and
doing up the scant three buttons she noticed somewhat ruefully that her
breasts didn't really fill it out, although the cut did still show off an
ample amount of cleavage.  She then spotted a pair of stiletto patent
leather pumps by the coat rack and quickly stepped in to them as they
seemed just right for the rest of the outfit.

   Turning to face the mirror again Margot was shocked by the image in
front of her, the clothing revealed more than it covered and only one word
came to mind that could possibly describe what she saw ...  Slut!  She
gasped, and somehow the word seemed to echo in her mind ...  Slut Slut Slut
Slut and a feeling of calm overtook her, holding her motionless.  And that
word kept on repeating ...  Slut Slut Slut Slut.

   "Slut," Margot repeated out loud in a soft voice.  She liked the way it
sounded, in fact just thinking about it was making her horny.  She ran her
hands up over her firm stomach, up under the lower hem of the blouse and
began squeezing her breasts.  Watching her reflection in the mirror do the
same aroused her even more and she moaned as her fingers pinched her
hardening nipples.  "Slut," she said again and quivered.  Damn but she was
a hot little slut, with her fuck-me heels and long legs, and no panties. 
She giggled loudly this time, wasn't she a bad girl - no panties and such a
short skirt.

   "Slut, I'm a slut, a dirty, fuckable little slut!" she declared out
loud, not caring if anyone heard.  In fact she hoped someone would.  She
really wanted to be fucked, no, she needed to be fucked, she would go out
of her mind if she couldn't find some stud to pump her hot pussy.  Damn,
what was that kid's name?  She was going to fuck his brains out, give him
the treat of his life.  She was so horny now that it was hard to think at
all, in fact she'd almost forgotten her own name.  Still, it didn't matter,
she knew how to get his attention.

   Going over to the door, she opened it wide enough to look out and wasn't
sure if she was disappointed that there was no one else in the store.  In
her befuddled state she failed to spot that the sign on the shop door had
been turned to closed.

   "Oh stud," she called out loudly, "Could you come in here and help me
with something."

   Melvin was there in a flash, this was what he had been waiting for and
he wasn't disappointed.  The woman not only looked like a slut, but was
acting like one and the bulge in his pants was a clear indication of his
own excitement.

   As he entered the changing room, Margot wanted to play it coy, to tease
him but her self control was gone, she needed sex and she needed it now! 
Throwing aside any pretence, she flung herself at him and ground her body
against his, smothering his face with kisses and squirming in delight at
the feel of his hard cock pressing against her groin.

   "Oh, fuck me stud!" she demanded in a husky voice, "I want your thick
pole rammed into my cunt, I want you to pump and fuck me until I'm sore."

   Melvin smiled.  "Not yet Bitch!  You have to earn it.  I want you to
suck my cock, show me how much of a whore you can be!"

   'Bitch!  Whore!  Margot liked the sound of those words, they made her
feel so hot and excited.  She liked the way he was pushing her around, it
felt so right somehow.  Going down on her knees she unzipped his trousers
and growled happily as his cock sprang free.  Taking it in to her mouth she
couldn't believe that she hadn't tried this sooner.  She liked being a slut
...  slut ...  slut ...

   ###

   As Melvin continued to pump his softening cock into the squealing woman
down on all fours in front of him, he remembered back to his first day at
the shop.  His mother, struggling to raise three kids on her own, had sent
him off to live with his aunt in a far away city.  His aunt, a strict and
conservative tartar of a woman, owned the dress shop and saw no reason that
he shouldn't be made to work for his keep.  Naturally she didn't want him
anywhere near the women customers, but she found more than enough for him
to do in the back room, shifting stock and forever cleaning.  It was late
one Friday night when he had found the old mirror hidden under piles of old
stock and packaging and his first thought had been to try to flog it off to
an antique dealer.  Not being foolish, he cleaned it up first and kept it
hidden in his little room out the back of the shop where his aunt never
bothered to go.

   Then had come that fateful day, cum being the operative word.  He had
smuggled an old mannequin into his room along with a selection of woman's
clothing.  The thrill and anticipation he had felt as he had dressed his
own pretend lover had left his throat dry and his hands shaking.  Groping
and fondling his life sized doll, he had jerked off to the reflection in
the mirror and his cum had splattered over the glass.  To his surprise, and
not without a little terror thrown in, an image had formed in the mirror, a
featureless grey face.

   It spoke in a voice that was as emotionless as the face itself, telling
him that he had activated the mirror's powers with his essence and that it
was now his to use.  It revealed that it could entrance those that looked
in to its depths, that it could implant suggestions.  It hinted that he
could use its powers to become king and rule as large a territory as he
could conquer.

   But Melvin wasn't interested in that, he had a much better idea.  He
instructed the mirror that it was to only hypnotise women, partly as a safe
guard to protect himself.  And that such women were to become obsessed with
sex (much as he was), and that they would desire him above all else.  Then,
looking at the mannequin he had dressed as sexily as he could manage, a
final twist occurred to him.  The women were to become the embodiment of
their reflection, the slut idea had already occurred to him and now he was
reaping the benefits as his cock gave one last little spurt into Margot's
cunt and he lay back with a happy sigh.

   ###

   Margot got up and squirmed as she felt cum trickling down her bare legs
as she straightened her skirt and rebuttoned her skimpy blouse.  God but
wasn't he a stud, he had made her cum again and again, and let's face it,
to a slut like her that was all that mattered.  But he was having a well
deserved rest now and she still felt like getting fucked some more. 
Retrieving her purse she noticed that someone else had left their clothes
in the changing room.  Some dried up prune of an old maid obviously. 
Giggling, she let herself out of the store and happily strutted down the
street in her four inch heels, drawing stares from all quarters and a wolf
whistle that caused her nipples to harden in anticipation.

   A middle aged man approached her and stuttered out, "H..how much?"

   "Why would I want money?" Margot replied with a sultry licking of her
lips, "You want to fuck me, I want to get fucked.  We both get what we
want." Margot liked the way he flushed and sweated, and the bulge in his
pants was arousing her.  She wanted to taste it, to suck it until his cum
spurted, and then she wanted his slick cock in her cunt.  Taking his arm,
she dragged him towards an alleyway.

   ###

   Melvin groaned and opened his eyes slowly as every bit of his body felt
sore.  The woman, no he thought, the slut had been unbelievable, even in
the better porn videos they weren't that wild and desperate to fuck.  He
didn't know where she had gotten to but her really didn't care, it wasn't
like she was going to the police with her story, especially not if she
wanted to tell the truth.  So calmly he got to his feet, nursing a few raw
patches where she had bitten him, and wiped himself down with Margot's old
blouse before getting dressed.

   Well, he thought, experiment number two had been a complete success as
well.  That convinced him that the mirror was as powerful as it had
claimed, and meant that he going to enjoy life a whole lot more than he had
been up until now.  Stepping out in to the shop he noticed a few matronly
looking women peering past the 'closed' sign on the door, apparently
confused that the shop should be closed so early in the day.  Melvin didn't
care, he didn't need the custom for the money, his aunt already had more
than he could imagine ever spending seeded away in her miserliness. 
Besides he had given Belinda, the shop girl, the week off.

   Thoughts of his aunt and money reminded him that he had other things he
wanted to do that day.  He was rich, he was powerful, he didn't need to
hang around the shop when everything denied him was now his for the taking.
With renewed vigour he strode up the back stairs to his aunt's apartment,
taking in the scent of cheap perfume that now overwhelmed the former
mustiness.  Sure enough his aunt was waiting for him, although few people
would recognise her now.

   Sprawled across the couch in what she thought was a provocative pose,
Joanna Bluum was a clash of poor taste, her own and Melvin's.  In her
attempt to be sexually overt she had only managed to appear tartish with
her overdone makeup that didn't hide her age and a tight red minidress that
bulged rather than clung to her curves.

   "Oh, Melvin honey." she cooed, "My cunt is so hot and wet, and my
fingers aren't enough for it.  It wants your huge cock to make it feel
better."

   "Well it will just have to make do with other things, auntie," Melvin
taunted, gawd how he loved having power over her like this.  "I'm going out
to buy myself a decent stereo and then have dinner at a posh restaurant."

   "I'm hungry too," Joanna said softly, hoping he would take the hint. 
She so wanted to be seen with him, showing off her legs and tits to
everyone, letting them know she was a slut but first and foremost she was
his slut.

   "Order a pizza then," Melvin laughed as he grabbed a handful of cash out
of the shoe box his aunt had kept hidden under the floorboards until her
visit to the mirror room.  "Offer the guy a blow job as payment, see if you
can manage that."

   "Oh, yes ..." Joanna murmured, she liked the idea of sucking off a total
stranger and she liked it even more because it was what Melvin wanted her
to do.  She barely noticed he had gone with a sizeable chunk of her life
savings.

   ###

   Belinda was initially surprised to find the shop closed on Monday
morning when she showed up for work, then even more so when it was Melvin
who let her in with no sign of Joanna Bluum to be found.  However she
accepted Melvin's claim that his aunt was out with an old friend and set
about preparing the shop for the day.  Her next point of concern was that
Melvin seemed to be hanging around rather than retreating out back where he
was supposed to be.

   "You want something?" she asked snidely, hoping to embarrass him in to
going away.

   "Yeah.  Auntie has decided on a staff uniform.  Says you have to wear it
from now on." Melvin blurted out, despite his recent conquests Belinda
still intimidated him a bit.

   "She didn't say anything to me." Belinda countered, more annoyed at
being told what to do by Melvin than the thought of having to wear a smock
with the store's name on it.

   "Yeah, well, its in changing room 2." Melvin countered with a shrug as
though he had no real interest in the issue other than to relay the
message. In reality he was flushed and sweating from the anticipation. 
This didn't go unnoticed by Belinda but she merely assumed it was Melvin
being a geeky teenager.  So instead she went over to the changing rooms to
see what the uniform looked like and hoping Melvin would be gone by the
time she had changed.

   Stepping in and making sure the door was firmly closed behind her,
Belinda momentarily wondered about the ornately framed mirror that hung on
the wall then her attention was drawn to the clothing piled up on the
couch. Rather than the neutral coloured knee length smock she had been
expecting, there was a variety of items in bold and clashing colours. 
Uncertainly Belinda picked up the top item which was a bright yellow skirt.

   Instinctively holding it up in front of her body to get an idea of what
it would look like on her, Belinda was already thinking that there was no
way that she was going to wear something like this.  Surely it couldn't be
Mz Bluum's idea, it had to be a prank by Melvin.

   Yet as she looked at her reflection in the mirror she began to have
doubts.  It was her uniform, she had to wear it as part of her job.  No! 
She shook herself mentally and physically.  She would look like a tart
wearing something like that, there was no way that Mz Bluum would choose
such a thing.  But Mz Bluum was her employer, perhaps she was misjudging
the uniform, maybe it looked more sensible than it at first seemed.

   Belinda undressed slowly, slipping out of the knee length woollen skirt
that had seemed more appropriate to the shop's clientele that morning,
unbuttoning her heavy white blouse that flattened out her youthful figure,
kicking off her sensible shoes and peeling down her beige pantyhose. 
Knickers and bra followed and Belinda posed in front of the mirror.  Her
normal reserve was rapidly fading away and she wished for a moment that
someone could see her, boy would she like to taunt Melvin with her luscious
body.  Belinda giggled.

   Time to try on the uniform she reminded herself.  So good of Mz Bluum to
provide the underwear as well, although there really wasn't that much of
it. Belinda paused for a moment, as there were no panties or bra should she
wear her own.  No, obviously not.  The uniform was to be worn as it was,
she justified that by reminding herself how strict Mz Bluum was about such
things.  So on went the red fishnet stockings with their matching
garterbelt.  She had never worn such things before so it took her quite a
while to get everything straight and adjusted properly.  The high heeled
sandals were next, shoes were normally the last thing she put on but she
felt like parading around the room for a bit and admiring her reflection.

   Strutting back and forth, getting used to the balance of the heels, she
found herself casting coy glances at the mirror and could feel herself
getting aroused.  She would have to wear stockings more often she thought,
they turned her on so much and that would save on the foreplay.  She felt
like a good fuck right now but she hadn't finished putting on her uniform.

   So on went the lemon yellow silk skirt, it was tight and barely zipped
up over her bum.  Short too, she noted as it didn't even cover her stocking
tops.  Still it did show off her spectacular legs.  Last item was a bright
pink tube top.  Belinda regretted not having bigger tits, but her 36" bust
still filled it out and she liked the way her nipples formed hard points in
the fabric.  She pulled the top up a bit and found that it left her midrift
bare, so she pulled it down but risked having her tits spill out.  In the
end she compromised by scrunching it towards the center so that she could
show off her flat stomach and her cleavage.

   She pulled her lipstick out of her handbag and began to apply a heavy
coating on her lips, then went on to redo her makeup in bolder and more
brazen colours to go with her clothes.  After all, she reminded herself,
she was the shop tart and she really did have to look the part.  The only
problem now was that she was desperate for a fuck.  Well, she smiled at her
reflection and liked how it reflected her wanton lust back at her, that was
Melvin's job and he was going to have to earn his pay that morning.

   ###

   Gertrude Stein could only gauge her reaction as shocked.  The counter
girl was a total tramp!  She was wearing an indecently tight and indecently
short sweater dress that would have been more appropriate on a streetwalker
and it didn't stop there.  Her makeup was thick and heavy, her hair
bleached and teased and even her mannerisms exuded weak moral character. 
Gertrude just couldn't believe that Joanna Bluum would hire such a
creature.

   If it wasn't for the fact that she had an outfit on order, Gertrude
would have stormed out and never crossed the thresh hold of this shop
again. It was the principle of the thing.  Actually it was the money of the
thing, as Gertrude had paid in advance and decided she could make her
thoughts known after she had gotten her suit.

   "Miss," the stout middle aged woman rapped the counter even though
Belinda was already coming over to serve her.  "I have a suit on order, the
name is Mrs G Stein.  Has it come in yet?"

   "I'll check with ...  Melvin," she had almost said Master but Master had
forbidden her from doing that while she was working in the shop, even
thinking the word gave Belinda a pleasant tingle, "in the stock room.  I
will be just a moment."

   Gertrude hurrumphed as the girl hurried away towards the back of the
shop.  She had been polite and well spoken enough, but that didn't make up
for indecent appearance.  She was going to insist on seeing Mz Bluum after
she had gotten her suit, and if Mz Bluum didn't immediately get rid of the
girl and offer a discount on her next purchase, she wasn't like to continue
her patronage of this establishment.

   Several minutes later the girl, no less tartish, came hurrying back to
Gertrude.  "If you'll come with me, I've laid out your clothes in the
dressing room for you to try on."

   Gertrude nodded curtly and followed the girl to the changing room area.
Belinda stood to one side and pushed open a door.  "Through here," she said
and barely suppressed a wicked smile as Gertrude grunted affirmation and
stepped in to the changing room.

   Having tried on many outfits at Mz Bluum's, Gertrude was familiar with
the changing rooms although the mirror hanging on the wall did seem overly
ornate.  However it was the pile of clothes on the seat that had her
attention and she was furious.  How dare the girl pile her clothes like
that, they should have been neatly folded or on hangers.  And the colour
and material seemed all wrong.  She picked up the top item and gasped in
horror - it was a lycra tank top!

   Furious, she spun round preparing to march out and deliver a broadside
at the ignorant girl only to find herself staring at her reflection in the
mirror.  Her somewhat frumpy reflection.  No, she was kidding herself.  She
looked like an old maid.  What had possessed her to wear something so drab
and dull?  She had to find something suitable because her pussy was already
overheating and she knew she wasn't going to pick up any cock looking like
this.  Then she remembered the top she was holding, if the rest of the
clothes were as sexy then she could be in business yet.

   To her delight, they were.  With what would have been unseemly haste
just minutes earlier, Gertrude rid herself of the clothes she was wearing
well aware of an unfamiliar smell coming from between her legs.  The skirt
she pulled on would have been tight on a slender woman, on her chubby form
it was stretched obscenely at the seams.  Gertrude didn't care about the
parting stitching, she had to look slutty and the skirt certainly did that.
The tank top had to stretch just as much, and with no thought of a bra it
sagged under the weight of her ample breasts, her hard nipples visible.

   The final step, and step it was, was to squeeze her fleshy legs into the
white go-go boots that completed the ensemble.  Her toes were pinched and
she could feel the scant clothing clinging harshly to her body, but in the
mirror Gertrude saw what she wanted to see, a slut ready for action.

   At that moment the door opened and Gertrude looked around expectantly.
She wasn't disappointed.  The virile young man before her was just what she
needed and she was going to fuck his brains out.  She wondered for a moment
if she would have to seduce him but the bulge already in his trousers told
her he was as ready to go as she was.

   Melvin, on the other hand, was momentarily taken aback by the sight that
greeted him.  This one was a right old slapper, probably older than his
aunt and not even as good looking.  Still, he wasn't choosy about getting
off and a warm cunt was better than his hand.  Besides, it wasn't like he
had to keep her around, he was quite happy to send his rejects out onto the
street to earn a bit of money.

   ###

   Melvin lounged back on his couch, it was leather and it took up half of
the room and it was all his.  It didn't concern him for one moment that it
had been bought with the money earned by his `girls`.  They were just a
bunch of horny sluts afterall, they enjoyed getting fucked by every
stranger that came along.  It was only on his insistence that they asked
for money at all and he was pretty sure they offered hefty discounts and
made up the quota on volume.

   Nearby he had his bottle of brandy, the most expensive one in the shop
and a box of cigars.  Not that he could actually smoke them, every time he
tried he ended up coughing his guts out.  But he liked the image.  Image
meant a lot to him now, as he lounged in his silk dressing robe.  That he
was still a gangly and not particularly attractive teenager was unknown to
him, in many ways he was as deluded about his reflection as Margot, Joanna,
Belinda or Stacy.

   Stacy was his latest addition, and the best looking.  Melvin had gotten
smarter after Gertrude and had instructed Belinda to actively discourage
the older women from the shop and that only younger and prettier women were
to be shown through to the mirror room.  His Aunt's clientele had been such
that there had been a few days before a valid candidate showed up, but
Melvin was pleased to have added Stacy.  She was tall, several inches
taller than him and while quite thin she had long black hair and a nice
ass. If she hadn't been as insatiable as the rest of them he probably would
have kept her around as decoration.  But a man needed his rest.

   His rest was at that moment disturbed as Margot burst into the room, her
makeup streaked and the loose sleeve of her see-through blouse torn.  There
were tears and confusion in her face and quite uncharacteristically Melvin
felt somewhat concerned for her, even forgetting to admonish her for coming
in to his room without asking permission.

   "What's wrong, Maggy?" he asked, sitting up on the couch.

   "That man showed up again," Maggy sobbed as she sought comfort in her
master's presence.  "The one who didn't want to fuck me.  He said he didn't
want cut-price whores driving down the value of his girls.  He got rough
and hit me!"

   Melvin tut-tutted and gave her a quick grope to make her feel better
before sending her off to get cleaned up.  He even promised to fuck her
before dinner and Margot left the room much happier, the incident almost
forgotten now.

   ####

   Watching from the stock room, Melvin silently nodded his assent as
Belinda showed a potential customer, and potential toy for him, around the
store.  The woman, an attractive blond even though her sweater and loose
jeans did a lot to hide her well shaped body, seemed eager to look over the
shop and talk to Belinda but was showing no indication of making any
purchases.  Melvin felt that she was teasing him, dragging it out.

   >From his hidden vantage point he also got to see the woman's friendly
smile drop whenever Belinda wasn't looking directly at her.  Obviously she
didn't like how Belinda was dressed, with her spike heel thigh boots, tight
minidress and low cut top combined with her heavy pink plastic bangles and
recently bleached hair.  'Just wait,' Melvin thought to himself rubbing his
hardon through his trousers, 'Your turn is coming.'

   Definitely a tease, Melvin decided as the woman had Belinda show her
every conceivable item in the store, it was as though she was intent on
remaining for as long as possible without actually buying anything. 
Belinda, for her part, was valiantly trying to persuade the woman to try
something on, anything.  It was so hard for her to remain dignified, she so
longed to let the woman into the confidence, to tell her how wonderful it
was to be a slut, Melvin's slut.  Belinda could barely remember her life
before her fateful trip to the changing room, the hassle of having to think
for herself, having to make decisions.

   Now she let Melvin do that for her, and she had never been happier.  And
she got to fuck all the time, well all the time when she wasn't working in
the shop.  She couldn't believe how choosy she used to be, as if it
mattered which man stuck his big, throbbing cock into her.  She felt so
good that she could offer these delights to another woman, bring her in to
the fold.  If she would just hurry up and choose something to try on.

   Finally the woman seemed to notice that Belinda was becoming agitated
and chose a plain jacket to try on.  She only put up moderate resistance
when the shop assistant insisted that she should see herself in a mirror
and let herself be guided into the changing room.  The trap finally sprung,
Melvin almost burst out too early and only restrained himself with
difficulty.

   In the changing room the woman didn't even bother to glance at the
mirror to start with, putting the jacket to one side.  With a studied
expertise that would have surprised Melvin or Belinda had they been
watching, the woman thoroughly searched the changing room, tipping up the
chairs to check their underside, moving the couch, almost dismantling the
vanity table.

   It was when she went to check the couch that she discovered the clothes
that Melvin had laid out for her.  Not unusually she assumed they had been
left by a previous customer, and as she picked up one item after the other
she had a pretty good idea what sort of customer the shop was dealing with.
'Well', she thought, this would be what her partner had sent her in to look
for.  He had been annoyingly vague in the car but evidently he had had a
good tip.  Only a prostitute could possibly consider wearing a rabbit fur
short jacket, pink hot pants, stockings and silver high heeled pumps.

   One last place to check, and then she would report what she had found to
Mclintock.  That last place was the mirror and junior detective Raewyn
Bounds reeled in confusion as the magic took hold of her reflection.  She
saw her firm expression melt, become soft, feminine, a glazed look
overtaking the face as thinking became too hard.  Her clothes looked so
incongruous, like a false mask.  She could feel a sexual warmth invading
her body, a desire to submit, to loose herself.

   Raewyn staggered back, broke her gaze away from her reflection.  She
wasn't like that, she told herself, she was a pure woman, she was a strong
woman, one who wouldn't give in to her sexual desires.  She wasn't the
promiscuous tart in the mirror.  Desperately seeking to remember who she
was, knowing that something in her handbag would help, she wrenched it
open, pulled out her police identification.

   The door to the changing room opened and Raewyn looked instinctively and
was lost to her reflection, so close to holding on but that was all gone
now.

   Melvin was surprised to find the woman still wearing her original
clothes, and then horrified when he saw the police badge dropping out of
her hands.  He barely managed a startled yelp before Raewyn put everything
back into place by falling to her knees and begging him to fuck her,
confessing how bad she had been, that she was still a virgin.  Throwing any
sense he had to the winds, Melvin began to unbuckle his trousers when a
firm hand landed on his shoulder and almost caused him to wet himself.



   "Well, shit!" a man's voice said from behind him, "It really is
happening."

   Everyone was uncertain at that moment.  Raewyn desperately wanted to
fuck Melvin but was too timid to proceed without his permission.  Belinda
didn't know what to do about the man who had barged past her in the shop.
Melvin didn't have a clue who the man behind him was and what he might do
having caught him in this compromising situation.  And the man was
struggling to work out what was actually going on before his eyes.

   "Shit," he repeated, then noticed that Melvin's whole body was
trembling. "Don't piss yourself kid, I ain't gonna hurt ya.  In fact I
think you may have done me a big favour.  Let's have a chat, if you can
deal with the 'ladies'."

   Melvin gathered himself, licked his lips to wet his dry mouth and said.
"Get dressed, you know the clothes," he directed at Raewyn, then to
Belinda. "Close the shop." Both woman complied immediately and the man
whistled in appreciation.

   "Well kid, you certainly got your tricks."

   The hand leaving his shoulder, Melvin felt confident enough to turn
around and face the man.  What he saw was a middle aged and slightly
battered individual.  Someone who had to wear the semblance of a jacket and
tie for his work but hadn't bothered to buy a new one in quite a while.

   "What do you want?" Melvin wheezed.

   "Nothing much else.  Providing you let me have my partner back, in her
current state of course."

   "You're a cop too?"

   "Yeah, but its better for both of us if you don't have any more details.
I picked up a rumour about some respectable women turning into trash, and
had a boyfriend in complaining that his girl had dumped him and started
dressing like a tramp.  So I did a bit of leg work.  You should be more
careful kid."

   "So you're not going to arrest me?" Melvin had to ask.

   "Nope.  Could, but then I'd have to do some explaining myself.  See, I
think I'm going to like my partner a lot better like this, she was a prissy
little bitch before.  Providing you can hand her on to me, make me her
master."

   "Yeah, I think I can do that.  I just have to order her to obey you,
she'll do anything for me."

   "Good kid.  And in return I can keep the heat off your little operation,
if you get sensible about it.  Just don't expect me to deal with your
parking tickets."

   ####

   Caution wasn't in Melvin's nature any more, when you're young and can
turn women into total bimbos willing to do absolutely anything for you, you
get an over inflated opinion of yourself.  But after so near a brush with
the law he realised a need to be more careful in his recruiting.  It didn't
occur to him for one moment to stop and be satisfied with what he had.

   So he put an employment advertisement in the news paper, a job as a
counter assistant at a clothing store.  This way he could vet the women he
wanted, based on looks, age and lack of attachments to boyfriends or others
who might show up.  He had wanted to put things like attractive and well
built into the job description but the agent at the news paper told him
that wouldn't be allowed.  However he did get to state female only since it
was a woman's clothing store.

   He was surprised by the number of responses he got, and realised that
not putting in a requirement for experience had been a good move.  It meant
that many of the women applying were quite young and he quickly weeded out
any applicants that were over thirty five or had worked in any of the
nearby stores.  That still left him with a sizeable list of twenty but that
was just more choice.

   The next part of his plan went with a fortunate happenstance.  He
discovered that with carefully worded instructions he could get his aunt to
dress and behave like she used to, with the important proviso that she was
still completely in his power.  So it was all set, with his aunt to do the
interviews in a regular manner while he spied from his hiding place.

   Leaving the fiddly details such as writing back and setting interview
times for his aunt to do, Melvin set out for a night on the town.  He had
money to burn and was ever hopeful that he would manage to pull a chick on
his own merits.  If nothing else, he intended to drop by some of the sex
stores and pick up even sluttier stuff for his girls to wear.

   ###

   Melvin was fortunate in many ways, for he really had little chance to
know what was happening before he was unconscious.  He had been almost
home, back to shop, when he had been grabbed from behind.  Things had been
going so well for him recently, he had been so much in control, that his
first emotion had been surprise rather than terror.

   He had been shoved to the ground and a heavy boot had gone into his gut,
a deliberate and practiced move of brutality intended to render the victim
helpless before the proper beating was administered.  Melvin was vaguely
aware of a man's voice telling him that this was for 'moving in on his
turf, interfering with his business interests with his cut price whores.'

   However Melvin didn't have the fortitude or experience of the people
that normally got dealt to in this way and he was well and truly
unconscious before the worst of the damage was done.  So even though he
awoke in hospital in considerable pain, he had missed the worst of it.

   "Glad to see yer still with us," came a familiar voice from beside the
bed.  Melvin began to turn his head to face the speaker but stopped with a
wince of pain.

   "Yeah, don't try to move, Tony's boy worked you over.  Lucky you're not
paralysed."

   "Who?" gasped Melvin, still unable to comprehend what had happened to
him.

   Mclintock sucked in some air, subconsciously smoking a cigarette he
wasn't allowed in his current location.  "Tony Redd, pimp and small time
dope pedlar.  Doesn't like competition, none of them do.  Thought I told
you to get sensible."

   "Fu' that," Melvin wheezed, his mouth was still numb but he could feel
where he had lost teeth.  "Arres' the bastard!  Do him for assault -
attemp't murda."

   The cop shook his head.  "Don't work that way.  He'll have an alibi, I
run him in and his lawyer will have him out again and he'll be even more
untouchable.  My advice is that you get better and then take your little
show somewhere else.  Stay alive kid." Mclintock put on his hat and
overcoat and sauntered away, leaving Melvin to seethe.

   When a nurse came by later to check on him he had his revenge in mind.

   ###

   Detective sergeant Renald was at a bit of a loss to define the woman
sitting across the table from him in the interview room.  On the surface
she looked like a quite well presented middle aged woman, the sort he would
expect to see running the local church fete.  Looking closer there were
some incongruities to the image, she was wearing too much bold makeup, her
high heels weren't the sensible shoes he'd expect and her jewellery was
somewhat tacky.  It didn't seem important compared to the statement she had
just made and signed.

   "So, Miss Litner, you understand the complaint that you have signed,"
Renald's repeated, "That you allege that a Mr Tony Redd assaulted you, that
he threatened you with a knife and physically struck you?"

   Margot nodded.  "Yes.  I was waiting for a taxi on Friday night and he
made some rude remarks.  I ignored him and that seemed to antagonise him
and he pulled out a knife and threatened me."

   "I'm glad you reported this, but I must warn you that you will need to
make this statement in court.  If you were to have second thoughts ..."

   "No.  I am quite determined to see this man brought to justice.  I will
not be intimidated by his like and I am perfectly willing to see this
through to the end." Margot stated emphatically.

   Renald wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.  "Thank you Miss
Litner," he said as he escorted her to the street, "I can assure you that
we will be in touch with you very soon to cover the details."

   Back at his desk Renald let out a sigh of surprise and relief.  Out of
the blue two woman had come forward to lay complaints against Tony Redd and
both of them seemed to be respectable citizens who wouldn't be scared off
easily.  On top of that there was a memo in front of him with details of
another complaint against Redd that had been taken at another station.

   It was enough for them to go straight out and arrest him, and if the
women retained the determination they had shown then Redd was going away
for a long time.

   Back at the shop Melvin was feeling quite smug, as much as he could with
his injuries.  Still his personal nurse made his recuperation much easier
as she pranced around attending to his needs in her white stockings,
baby-doll nightie and little white cap perched on her blond curls.  And
next week he would be recruiting his new girls from the interviews.