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  “Can I help you with anything else?” The look on the middle-aged woman’s face was pleading with him to say yes; ask her out on a date, or at least ask her whether the pants looked better in black or brown, but Ryan said almost nothing instead.

  “No thanks,” he smiled.

  “Well, let me know if you change your mind.”

  The woman walked away, her hips swinging from side to side as she moved. Ryan felt the throb between his legs, turning his attention back to the pants, running his fingers across the top of the rack until he found the five pairs he didn’t hate. He draped them over his arm, and wandered the store hunting for the dressing room.

  The middle-aged woman interrupted his walkabout. “Looking for the dressing room?” she smiled.

  “Yes, ma’am”

  The woman laughed. “Don’t call me ma’am. That makes me feel old.” Her cheeks were red and voice inviting.

  “I’m sorry,” Ryan found himself blushing along with her. “It won’t happen again.”

  “Just follow me.” She turned around and headed across the sales floor, looking back at Ryan when she was halfway to the opposite wall. It could’ve been to make sure he was behind her, but Ryan would have sworn her look was suggestive.

  He admired her long slender legs and short torso, as she wove through the aisles like a convertible Lexus. Her legs were longer than the rest of her body. Like Deborah. Her hair was black, same as the bitch’s, too – a soft black, not harsh like the wig on the mime outside.

  The woman presented the dressing room like it was a present.

  “I hope you find everything you need inside,” she smiled.

  She pulled a set of keys from her pocket, and unlocked one of the doors. Ryan thanked her, winked, and stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him.

  He kicked his loafers from his feet, slid his golf pants and boxers to the floor, then glanced at himself in the mirror, and the hard on springing out in front of him. Ryan wrapped his fingers around his dick, squeezing the shaft and massaging the frustration.

  Ryan couldn't quite believe what he was doing when he unlocked the dressing room door, and opened it just enough to peer through the crack to see where the middle-aged woman might be. She was standing a few feet away, as though waiting.

  He said, “Excuse me, miss?”

  She smiled, and then scampered over to assist him. “Yes, sir. How may I help you?”

  “I was wondering if you’d bring me this pant, one size smaller?” He handed her a brown pair of slacks through the crack in the door. “If you don’t mind.”

  “Oh, of course not,” she chirped, then took the pants, returning a few minutes later with a light knock on the dressing room door. Ryan was naked from the waist down when he opened it.

  The woman’s mouth opened in a wide O, her eyes an even mix of shock and delight. The smile stayed on her face, and grew larger as her eyes fell to the fat of his cock. But then she looked away, turning her eyes to the front of the store, and handed Ryan his pants. “These should fit you better,” she said.

  “Thank you kindly,” Ryan said closing the door, wondering if he should’ve said sorry.

  Ryan was disappointed, though not surprised. The woman was at her place of business, after all. Ryan couldn't imagine fucking anyone at his office, ever. He had been assuming with her, and that had been wrong. He owed her an apology, and was lucky she didn’t have him arrested.

  But there was something there. He could feel it. And it wasn’t just because he was hard as a rock and the small room made him think of a glory hole.

  Ryan barely pulled the door closed, and didn’t secure the latch so it would easily slip open at the slightest encouragement, just in case. And since he was near certain he wasn’t mistaken about the mirth in her smile, or the sway in her walk, Ryan figured he could give her a little extra encouragement along the way.

  He slipped a pair of pants over his right leg, pressing his butt against the door of the dressing room to nudge it open just a crack. A slight breeze slapped his ass.

  He tried on two more pairs of pants before he felt something touch him through the dressing room door. A hand slipped through the crack and gave Ryan a playful pinch on the flesh of his cheek.

  Ryan dropped his pants, then turned to see who was standing there.

  It was the mime from outside. “Hi,” she whispered.

  She glanced over her shoulder, then giggled and pushed herself into the dressing room. Pleasantly surprised, Ryan stepped back to let her in.

  The dressing room was crowded as it was, and a second person severed its size and thickened its air. “Need some help?” she asked.

  “Certainly,” he nodded.

  His cock was corded with veins, and bright red at the tip. He didn’t care that she was dressed like a mime, just like he didn’t care that she was half his age. All Ryan wanted was for the girl to start doing whatever it was she had come into the dressing room to do.

  The girl mercifully dropped to her knees and took a handful of Ryan’s dick between her fingers. She’d lost her gloves, thankfully. Her hands were soft and her fingers small, and as they slid up and down on his shaft, Ryan felt so good he thought he might cum right there. She probably felt his throb because she slowed her jack, then spit into her left hand and rubbed it all over his cock.

  It wasn’t enough. He still wanted to cum.

  “You have to stop or I’ll cum in your mouth,” he whimpered.

  She laughed like the devil, and then pulled the head of his pink-tipped dick between her lips and started to suck it gently while rolling her tongue playfully along the head. Her left hand held him at the base while her right hand massaged his balls, rubbing them gently back and forth.

  She slowly ran her tongue down his shaft, over his shaved balls, then underneath. Ryan watched her in the mirror as the girl tilted her head and ran her tongue along his taint, from ball sack to ass crack.

  He moaned again, louder and more pleading. She laughed, longer and more teasing.

  She mimed sucking a cock again, along with the splatter on the face, maybe to see if it would make his cock throb. It did. She laughed, then took Ryan’s entire dick in her mouth, and gleefully sucked the shaft, lubing his length with her piping hot saliva, then throating it as deeply as she could.

  She was barely two strokes in when she stopped to pull her black tights and panties to the floor and started fingering the lips of her pussy, first with just two fingers, then quickly moving to four, pumping all of them in unison like she was clawing for the G-Spot.

  Ryan had been ready to explode when he plopped from her mouth and felt a mild shock from the store’s filtered air as it flooded the hot space of the dressing room in a breeze across his cock. The girl leaned back on the bench that ran between the dressing room’s walls and threw her legs in the air so Ryan could get a full view of her naturally blond cunt.

  He dropped to his knees and swallowed her swollen clit.

  The girl couldn’t get enough and neither could Ryan. She was pushing her pussy hard against his mouth, and rubbing it around so it was glazing his face. Ryan used to have to beg Deborah to let him eat her, as if he was doing her a fucking favor, but this young slut was rubbing her mound on his mouth like she expected to find a cock rowing in his throat.

  Ryan’s face was soaking wet, and he kept lapping his tongue in and out of her quivering crevice, sipping her juice like it was the sweet from a berry. The girl was so wet and wide-lipped, Ryan figured she probably could’ve fucked a baseball bat.

  He pulled his face from her legs, and standing saw the cunt milk coating his face in the mirror’s reflection. Ryan climbed on top of the girl, bending his six foot frame and making himself smaller in the space, as he shoved his cock inside her like a penny down a well.

  He put his hand around the girl’s mouth, then pounded her pussy into a scream.

  After a minute of thrusting, Ryan grabbed the girl by the waist, turned her toward the dressing room mirror, a
nd entered her from behind. She slapped her foot flat on the wall, while Ryan kept ramming his rod into her soaking hair pie.

  With every thrust forward, the girl shoved her ass back, then swiveled her hips and twisted her waist, swirling her thighs until she worked his fuckstick around every corner of the compass.

  “Fuck me,” she screamed in a whisper, “FUCK ME HARDER!”

  Ryan did, thrilled that he’d fallen to sleep after fucking his fist the night before. Otherwise he wouldn't have been able to fuck her so hard without stopping. He imagined Deborah watching, wished he had it on video so she’d know that he’d never have to beg her to fuck him, ever again.

  If young girls would follow him into a dressing room, well then fucking A, he had a damn good life ahead of him.

  With a sudden burst of fury, Ryan took the girl and spun her around, pushed her onto the sitting bench, and slammed her back against the wall before standing on the bench himself and pushing her legs out as far and wide as they could go.

  He fucked the girl harder than ever, shoving his cock seemingly deeper with every thrust, though he was tapping her back wall every time. Her cunt muscles clutched his cock, and the girl’s pussy squirted all over his dick. Ryan splattered her inner walls and the back of her snatch with a thundering cumshot that sent her into a scream.

  She leaned back on the bench, with one foot on the wall and one foot on the floor, spread her pussy lips wide and showed Ryan the cream he’d just added to her pie. “Yummy,” she said. Then, “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Thank you,” Ryan said, because he didn’t know what else to say.

  After replacing her wig, straightening her suit, and checking herself in the mirror, the girl kissed Ryan on the cheek and opened the dressing room door.

  Standing, with arms crossed, not two feet away was the man who had handed Ryan a flyer as he entered the store.

  Ryan pulled the dressing room door closed, then listened to the conversation on the other side. “Take your mime suit off, Miss Harrison. You’re fired.”

  The man’s voice was calm and firm, without a hint of emotion.

  Miss Harrison matched his cool precision to the note. “Very well, Mr. McBaldy” she said. The girl sounded cheery, maybe even relieved. “But I’d love to leave you a token of my appreciation for all you’ve done for me during my time here at Boutique Costume des Homes.” She pronounced the store like she had a mouthful of marbles, covered in spit.

  Ryan opened the door just in time to see her take off her tights, slide her panties down the length of her well-toned legs, then slap them into the hands of Mr. McBaldy.

  He stared at the soaking panties, speechless.

  Ryan had filled her cunt with a gallon of cum, which was now dripping between the store manager’s splayed fingers, into a puddle on Boutique Costume des Homes’s sales floor.

  Ryan put on his pants and slipped from the dressing room, slipping by Mr. McBaldy while his attention was still on the girl. When she left, she paused at the front counter, where a long line of customers were waiting to pay, all of them staring in shock. Ryan stared, too, as Miss Harrison reached between her legs, touched herself, then shoved her dripping hand under the cashier’s nose and said, “Fuck YOU, Amanda. You’re a bitch, and your brother’s a dick. Tell him now I know what it’s like to fuck a real man.”

  Miss Harrison turned to the first shopper in line and said, “Sorry, ma’am, I’m sure you understand,” then took a large man’s sweater from her cart and pulled it over her head. Then she took a second sweater from the cart and tied it around her waist.

  “FUCK YOU!” she said, giving her finger, first to the cashier and then to Mr. McBaldy, though she smiled at the middle-aged woman, who was still staring in shock.

  “You,” she said, pointing to Ryan, “Thanks for making this the best FUCKING DAY EVER!” With that, the girl disappeared from Boutique Costume des Homes.

  Ryan slunk from the store, head down, then drove to Links and hit golf balls in the rain. The girl was right: It WAS the best FUCKING DAY EVER!

  XXX

  The Lingerie Department

  “Ed, can you come here please,” Rachel half-shouted across the empty lingerie department. She had been keeping an eye on her new salesman for the past week. She was waiting to see him shatter the wall of shyness that was crippling his sales. But she decided his numbers were too low to wait any longer.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Ed said, meeting her gaze on his approach, but breaking eye contact almost immediately.

  Lack of eye-contact was Ed’s biggest problem. It was bad enough when he couldn’t hold it with her, but it was impossible to be a great salesperson if you couldn’t make it with the customers. It was like trying to cook without looking at food.

  While Rachel understood that a young man working the lingerie section of a store would naturally feel a little awkward, he was a professional and had to act like one. She’d heard nothing but good things about Ed from Mr. Ruiz downstairs in the shoe department, but had yet to see it herself on the second floor.

  “I’m going to need you to stay late tonight,” Rachel said. Ed was immediately nervous, his hand was on his neck and his fingers were kneading the flesh. “You haven’t done anything wrong. But we do need to talk.”

  “Sure thing, Mrs. Jacobs,” Ed said. He nodded, half-smiled, as he returned to the black slip and pile of lingerie he had been neatly folding a minute before.

  Rachel shook her head, hoping she wouldn’t have to fire him. He was adorable, and would be great for business, if he could get his shit together. Most men would kill to be in Ed’s position. He worked in a woman’s lingerie department, spending his days watching women, many beautiful, running their fingers along rows of naughty, lacy lingerie while trying to decide what they should buy. Yet Ed was shy at best and completely distracted at worst when it came to dealing directly with the women.

  Even when he was simply ringing their purchases, he always looked away, which was completely unacceptable. Rachel was sure Ed had made plenty of eye contact down in Woman’s Shoes, and she needed him to do the same upstairs.

  When the store closed and the lingerie department was cleared like the rest of the store, Rachel called Ed into her office. He was still nervous, but she hoped that sitting in her office with comfortable chairs and a bowl full of white roses on her desk would put him more at ease.

  “Okay Ed,” she said, “there’s something we need to discuss.”

  She smiled and Ed nodded. He said, “Sure, Mrs. Jacobs.”

  Rachel walked from her side of the desk to a chair beside Ed, sat and crossed her legs. “How do you like working here?” she asked.

  “Here? It’s great!” he said, a giant smile lighting his face. “Everyone is so easy to work with, and the pay is pretty good, too.”

  “That’s great,” Rachel nodded. “I’m happy to hear that. You’re a bright young man, and Mr. Ruiz has told me nothing but wonderful things about you.”

  Rachel smiled at Ed’s melting tension.

  “But there are a few problems we must solve.”

  Ed looked at the carpet. Rachel said, “How do you like working in the lingerie department?”

  Ed was still staring at the carpet. “Well,” he stammered, “it’s a little uncomfortable.”

  “I can tell you feel that way by watching you,” she said, trying to ease Ed’s nerves. “What makes you feel uncomfortable?”

  “I don’t know,” he said. His eyes rose from the carpet, darted about the office as if the answer might be hanging on one of the walls. He opened his mouth and closed it. He kept it shut for most of a minute before opening it again. “I feel like some of the women look at me strange.”

  “How?”

  “Like I’m a perv or something,” he said.

  Rachel chewed her lower lip. She had expected mild embarrassment, but she hadn’t really thought Ed’s embarrassment would come from the customers so much as himself.

  “Because you are a man?” />
  Ed nodded as though ashamed. He had to get over this tonight or there was no reason for him to come in tomorrow.

  “Do you have a girlfriend?” Rachel asked. She figured he wasn’t married since she had never seen him wear a ring.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he nodded.

  “And does your girlfriend wear lingerie?” Rachel thought it was almost adorable, the way Ed’s face kept finding deeper shades of flush. She wasn’t trying to embarrass him at all, and hoped he realized she was trying to help.

  Ed nodded sheepishly, admitted he bought lingerie for his girlfriend, Lindsey, fairly often. Lingerie wasn’t the problem; it was that Ed was afraid he’d start thinking about how the woman looked dressed in their purchases. He was a man. A young, healthy man.

  Rachel explained that it was natural to wonder. Women enjoyed the attention and had their own fantasies as they bought sexy lingerie from a man. They appreciated his attention and his acknowledgement of them as a beautiful woman. Neither of them was going to do anything wrong if he let her have a little fun. Even Rachel often imagined how the women she was helping would look in the lingerie they were buying.

  Rachel stood, led Ed back to the sales floor, determined to cure Ed once and for all. If she couldn’t fix what was broken, she’d have to let him go.

  “Okay, Ed,” she said as they walked the rows of sexy, suggestive lace. “Pretend you’re shopping for Lindsey. Let’s look at some stuff you’d like to see her in.”

  Ed was reluctant, but did as he was told. Rachel noticed he was more relaxed when focused on shopping, rather than answering questions. They browsed through the nice and naughty sets, finally settling on a black lace bra with a clasp in front and matching panties.