Chapter 6 #2
“Here we go,” she simpers, holding up a red pair of panties.
It’s not much more than a rope of crimson silk connected to another rope of silk with a tiny patch of fabric about one inch square positioned in front.
“As you can see, coverage is minimal,” Maxine murmurs, her cheeks full as she smiles prettily.
“This particular model is our basic one, but we also have more elaborate styles, which include rhinestones and crystals.”
With that, Maxine holds out a purple g-string which is similarly fashioned, except that instead of a tiny clit patch, there’s a gem affixed exactly where a woman’s clit would go. It’s a big gem, to be sure, but I can already imagine all sorts of problems.
“So how would the crystal stay in place?” I ask, black brows rising.
“I can see how the patch would remain in place, seeing that it’s a piece of cloth that would lie flat over a woman’s anatomy.
But the crystal seems a bit tricky,” I drawl.
“That thing would twist and turn on the string, wouldn’t it? ”
“Oh no, it stays in place,” Maxine burbles, holding the purple thong up so that the gem flashes in the light.
“The strings can be slightly adjusted, so that they sit tight over a woman’s hips.
Also, the fabric doesn’t have that much give, so the crystal is secure.
Besides,” she adds, biting her lip. “I don’t know if I should tell you this, but the crystals are really just glass.
This isn’t a diamond, or even a semi-precious stone, so it’s okay if it gets lost or falls off by accident. ”
I throw my head back with a boom of laughter because Maxine’s endearing, even if her hairstyle leaves a lot to be desired. “No, it’s fine,” I drawl. “I never thought the gem was a diamond or any kind of precious stone. In fact, I’m surprised it’s even glass. I thought it’d be plastic.”
“Oh no,” Maxine purrs, shooting me a saucy gaze.
“Our Luxe line is very high-end,” she emphasizes with a meaningful look.
“But seeing that you’re one of our most discerning customers, we actually offer a tailoring option,” she adds.
“We work with a talented jeweler in St. George and if you’d like to get the crystal replaced with a real diamond, I’m sure we could find a way to make that happen. ”
My black brows rise.
“Really. A giant diamond as a clit cover. It’d have to be at least ten carats for adequate coverage.”
Maxine nods, her plush lips pursed.
“Likely, yes. But again, our jeweler is very talented, with access to some of the finest gems sourced straight from the mines of India and Africa. I think he could help you find what you’re looking for.”
I nod, stroking my bronzed jaw with one hand, as if considering the option.
To be honest, I actually am considering the option because seeing Lily clad in a pair of panties with only a diamond covering her clit would be sexy as hell.
Plus, the purchase of a ten carat rock is nothing to me.
Hell, I could do twenty or thirty carats, but it would shield too much of my sweet girl’s turgid flesh.
I’m just about to nod and to instruct Maxine to contact the tailor when the salesgirl bites her lip while shooting me a look from beneath her lashes.
“I know you have questions about this particular style of lingerie, and perhaps to help you make your decision, I could model it for you,” she murmurs, wiggling her wide hips a bit.
What the hell? I know I shouldn’t be surprised, yet I am. I pause, the silence pregnant in the air between us.
“So you’d put on the g-string to show me how it looks in real life,” I growl.
“Yes,” Maxine replies in a slightly breathless tone, her nipples hardening beneath her silky blouse.
“It’s part of the VIP services here at the Secret Garden.
We aim to provide the utmost in customer service, and modeling the lingerie is something that we do on occasion.
If you’re interested, that is, Mr. Kenneally,” she adds with a bright red flush to her cheeks.
I’m stunned by this revelation, but again, I shouldn’t be because there’s a significant amount of money on the line.
When it comes to high rollers, every business pulls out all the stops.
What the Secret Garden can earn from me today will likely exceed the store’s total sales for last month.
Potentially even the last year, if they play their cards right.
“So management knows about the modeling,” I begin in a slow tone.
Maxine bites her lip, rendering it a plush cherry pink, and nods slightly.
“Yes, management knows. In fact, management encourages it,” she adds in discreet murmur. “They’ve hired a number of new girls in the past year or two to execute this new strategy, and I’m one of them.”
“I see,” I rumble, stroking my bronzed jaw with one big hand. “So there are no longer any salesladies in their forties and fifties trying to peddle lingerie?”
“There are a few,” Maxine affirms, her blush descending to color her chest fetchingly.
“I mean, cougars are a thing these days, and you know that different folks like different strokes. But in general, most of us girls are in our twenties now. Samina is actually in her teens,” she adds, cocking her head to one side.
“I think she has a fake ID,” she adds in a whisper, “but that’s just between you and me.
” Then Maxine straightens and smiles prettily.
“So what do you say, Mr. Kenneally? Is modeling something you’d enjoy? I’m happy to proceed,” she purrs.
I swear, the young woman’s nipples look as hard as diamonds as they point out against her silky blouse, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s the slight scent of creaming pussy in the air.
Is Maxine wet already? My fingers twitch because the truth is that I’d love to find out.
I’ve always adored running my hand through a woman’s sopping slit, and then maybe penetrating her vag and tweaking her clit for fun.
It’s not wrong to do it, either, because Lily and I aren’t in an exclusive relationship.
My stepdaughter and I have an unspoken understanding of sorts, which is that we’re loyal to one another, but with the freedom to have sex with others on the side.
That is, until Lily gets pregnant with my child.
Then, all bets are off and no man will touch those luscious curves but me.
But that leaves open the possibility of a dalliance with Maxine today.
Again, the salesgirl is pretty enough, with delicate features, a big bust, and wide hips.
Her hair looks terrible, but as if reading my mind, she reaches in back and pulls a few pins out of the black mass so that her locks come tumbling down.
They’re still a bit stiff from the product she uses, but she runs both hands through her tresses, loosening the strands, and that improves things a lot.
Her locks tumble down, tousled and sexy, and a low growl begins deep in my chest.
“Let’s do it. Why not?” I rasp, shifting a bit on the couch as my cocks begin to harden. “I’m sure after seeing the panties modeled, I’ll be able to make a decision.”
“Of course,” Maxine replies breathily, her big bust rising and falling with excitement now. She holds the red pair up in her right hand, the purple one in her left, the lacy fripperies dangling from her fingers. “Do you have a preference on which one you’d like to see first?”
I squint, pretending to think.
“Let’s go with the red,” I rasp. “No need for the crystal today. I want to see how the clit patch looks in action.”
She nods and bites her lip.
“Of course, Mr. Kenneally. Let me just get changed.”
For a moment, I think Maxine’s going to rush off to a changing room before re-appearing in nothing but the sexy panties.
But instead, the young woman takes the red g-string in hand and leans down to step into them, gingerly positioning one high heel through an opening, before following with her second high heel.
“Are you going to model the panties over your existing lingerie?” I ask, black brows raised. “I’m sorry, but that won’t give me a good idea of how it’s going to appear when a woman actually dons them. If anything, it’ll make you look like a mummy.”
Maxine shakes her head, still halfway bent-over.
“Oh no,” she says quickly. “I’m not wearing panties today, Mr. Kenneally. It’s part of my job so that I can model lingerie quickly and discreetly.”
I sit forward, my eyes bulging from their sockets a little.
“You don’t wear panties when you’re on shift,” I manage to get out in a rasp. “In fact, none of the salesladies here wear panties.”
Maxine nods while standing up straight once more, discreetly pulling the crimson fabric upwards.
“Yes. Well, at least not the ones who were hired under the new sales strategy,” she murmurs.
“We go commando because we can’t prance around nude, with only high heels on.
What if the police show up? But yes, we generally don’t wear support garments because we want to be able to satisfy our best customers, Mr. Kenneally, at the drop of a hat.
We want to keep our clients happy, and to be responsive to their needs. ”
I nod slowly, my mind whirling. This is a new development.
I had no idea that women who work at the Secret Garden no longer wore bras and panties beneath their demure clothing.
Fuck, if I’d known I would have taken a closer look at their faces and figures.
Instead, I merely ripped through the place last time I was here, buying lingerie by the armful, thoughts of my sassy step nude and flushed the only image in my mind.
But it’s never too late to take advantage of what the world has to offer, and evidently, the Secret Garden has special VIP services on tap that I’ve never experienced.