Luscious Lingerie - A Store

OOC: My name is Lucinda. My friends call me Cin. I own and operate (with 3 female employees) an exclusive lingerie shop. We cater to the spoiled and those who wish they were spoiled, men and women alike. We have the finest in classic lingerie, as well as the racy, sexy lingerie. For those in the know, we also deal in sex toys, but you have to have a referral. I'm 48, 5'8", 140 trim lbs, auburn hair, bluegreen eyes, with a bust and legs men fight over. I have eight large private fitting rooms and six smaller ones. I encourage my patrons to try on (with or without their significant others) the lingerie, with the only stipulation being that if they soil it in any way, they buy it. I help out in any way I can and enjoy my work very much!

Welcome to Luscious Lingerie.

IC: It's 8 a.m. right after Christmas, the New Year having barely begun, and the sun is warm on my skin. I wear a tight-fitting black leather halter which barely contains my ample breasts. The matching leggings show my curvaceous ass, accentuating my calves leading to my high-heeled sandals. My finger and toe nails are painted deep red to match my lipstick, and my hair is flowing down my back.

The store is one of the busiest of its kind, a place where husbands and boyfriends (girlfriends, too) can have a glass of wine as their mate tries on outfits to stimulate their sex lives. If they wish, they can even see if the outfit does as promised in one of the private dressing rooms.

I see customers fingering the finery and smile at the pleasures awaiting them. After all, it is my aim to please. I look forward to my workday as I do every day, with a spring in my step and in my busom.

Shopping

OOC: My name is Vailyn Starr. I'm a short, 24 year old asian girl with wild blue-black hair flowing down to my tight ass. Wearing a simple black sports bra with a long sleeved white button up shirt tied across my firm stomach and well worn skin defining blue jeans.

IC: Oh! This is great! A new store. I really need some new lingerie. Hope I can find something here...

Smiling at the selections displayed around the store, I stroll in with a lively step. "Time to go shopping!"

Cin - Store Owner

"Welcome to Luscious Lingerie."

My well-trained eye runs appreciatively over this beautiful Asian, lingering at her bust, admiring the package.

"My name is Lucinda, but you can call me Cin. I own Luscious Lingerie and would be glad to help you in any way I can, so don't hesitate to ask. I don't like bothering my customers, though, so won't you browse the shop and see if something interests you? I or another of my staff would be glad to assist you."

Vince Amado swaggered into Luscious Lingerie to buy something for his latest squeeze Lola deLola featured atraction at the newly remodeled Dew Drop Inn.
As a ranked middleweight contender he had a built in cockiness and macho self assurance that dissolved immediately upon entering the show room full of delicate scents, colorful satins, silks and lacey underthings whose purpose Vinny could only guess.
Lola was the first classy dame Vince had ever had.
His old girl Dottie Benedetto slept in her panties and one of his oild tshirts which was Ok but Lola deserved more. So.....

"Can I help you?"
He'd been ogling the little Oriental number when the sexy deep voice spun him around and he was confronted by two magnificent boobs barely covered in gleaming black leather.

"Yeah I...."
For once Vinnie was at a loss for words.


OOC...Vinnie is one of mine. He's a damn good boxer with few social skills and a big hard
on for dames. He's well built (natch) and in spite of a broken nose, handsome in a virile Italian kind of way.
Olive skin, black eyes and short black hair...with the body of a bull in more ways than one.

I smile at Cin and nod in understanding, just as I was about to say something a striking Italian walks into the store. Cin goes to greet the new potential customer. My dark brown eyes sparkle with interest. Hmmmmmmm... I quickly grab the satiny sheer blue-black robe that caught my eye earlier and went to grab one of the small change rooms. Quickly dropping off my shirt, bra, and jeans-I didn't feel like wearing underwear today. I drape the robe on and notice how well the colors swirl and accent my own dark hair. As my creamy white-gold skin peek through the material, a dragon pattern can be discerned in the material. Caressing a hand down the front, I admire the look for a moment in the glass. With a playful toss of my hair over my shoulder, I walk back into the main room. I found the Italian soon enough. It was just a bit hard to miss that body... I walked up behind him and tapped him on the arm. "Excuse me, you look so familiar... Do I know you from somewhere?"

Cin - Store Owner

"Why if it isn't Vince Amado. Welcome to Luscious Lingerie. I'm Cin, the owner of LL, as I affectionately call it."

I ran my eyes over the boxer's body, thrilling to the physcal fitness of the man, a tingling beginning in my body.

"If you need any personal help, I'd be more than happy to help you. Or if you'd prefer one of my staff, they would be perfectly willing."

He seemed tongue-tied, something I'd never seen happen in any of the interview he'd granted.

"Is there something in particular I could interest you in? If you find something, one of us could model it for you, see if it sparks something in you."

I was being playful with him hoping to loosen his tongue, though I didn't mind in the least where his eyes were glued. My nipples responded to the look by poking out even more than usual.

Just as I was about to say something else, the young Asian woman came over wearing one of my favorite robes that leaves little to the imagination.

I backed away discreetly as he turned.

Vince was lost in the deep sexy pitch of the owners voice and in her cleavage when he felt a tap on his arm.
"Excuse me, you look so familiar... Do I know you from somewhere?"

It was the asian girl, only now she didn't look quite the same...The stress in his pants that Cin had started lept to uncomfortable proportions when he laid eyes on the little minx in the sheer blue black gown, with her pearly flesh showing through the dragon lace in all the right places.

"Uhhhh...You go to the fights much?"
Classy Vince...really classy...try again.

"I been on TV some. I am a contender."

She smiled sweetly at him and her nipples were threatening to pop right through the talons of the satin dragon...
damn...howza guy keep from lookin'!?

"Contender?"
Her hand moved up his arm and along his rock hard bicep. He was acutely aware of the throbbing boner he was carrying and hoped she was too.

"Yeah, ahh...say I like what you got on a lot.
Would it go with a blonde as good?"

Enraptured by the muscles hidden beneath Vince's sleeve, I slowly caress my hand up and down his arm.

"...say I like what you got on a lot. Would it go with a blonde as good?"

The last part finally catches my attention. Moving dangerously closer, I lift my eyes slowly to look Vince in the eyes and hold him captive in my gaze.

Pressing my perky full breasts against that firm arm, I ask, "A blonde? Is her skin like mine?" I pull away just enough to loosen the robe open. Using my right hand, I entwine my fingers with Vince's other hand and draw it up to my cleavage. Spreading his hand flat against my chest, I draw in a slow deep breath and whisper huskily, "Does her skin seem to glow against dark materials like mine? Is her skin as soft? Do you want to talk about her or would you like to find out just how soft I am?"

I let his hand skim across my chest and hide beneath the satiny material. His hand just happens to glide across my erect red brown nipple and I gasp.

Cin

As the two became more involved, I approached and suggested they move to one of the larger private fitting rooms. After all, I was running a business, not a side show.

I showed them to the room, pointing out the amenities: wine, snacks, toiletries. And reminded them about my "soiling" rule. You play in it, you buy it. Then I winked at them and pointed to a phone.

"If you need anything else to aid your choice of lingerie, don't hesitate to call. Just lift the receiver and it will transfer you directly to me."

Can I be a shop assistant?

OOC: Can I be a shop assistant?

I'm a 40 year old good looking asian. With my shoulderlength very dark hair, I stand 5'5 in stockinged feet, and measure 34-22-34. My skin is unwrinkled and creamy, and I work out daily. Although I work in a lingerie shop, I never wear any underwear myself. Except when a customer asks me to put some merchandise on to show him/her.

Cin - OOC

OOC: Welcome, asiancunny. You will be a great asset to the shop, I'm sure.

Mistress Jorja will also be joining us as an employee, leaving one more "assistant" that we need.

Then we need many more customers. Come on, gals and guys.

We're waiting for you!

Gina

OOC: I could be an eighteen year old, blond, flat-chested, naive but interested country girl, dazzled by life in the fast lane, grateful for Cin's offer of a job, her first day here. ???

Cin - OOC

OOC: Sounds great. We now have a fully-staffed store.

Doors are open!

My name is May

I'm May the 40 year old shop assistant. Today I wear jeans shorts and a red cotton halter top. No underwear of course. I may not be as curvaceous and big busted as my boss, Cin, but I still look very nice, slim and trim.

I like working here, and I like my boss and co-workers. The customers like me, because I'm always very friendly and helpful. Sometimes, when a male customer comes in to buy something for a wife or girl friend, and he is not sure how an item would look on her, I would gladly put it on to show him. With my nice body, hairless armpits and shaved pussy, I've got nothing to hide. I mean, I'm not ashamed of my body, hell, I'm even proud of the way I take such good care of myself.

Cin

Cin was satisfied that everything was under control. There were a few shoppers, fingering the silk and lace merrywidows, eying the seductive evening gowns, tittering over the almost-nonexistent bra and panty sets.

She threaded her way through the shop to May, her newest employee. She was impressed with the beautiful Asian who came highly recommended. The only thing she didn't know about her was which way she leaned. Well, that would come out in time. It always did in this store.

"May, would you circulate a little and see if anyone needs any help. I think I'll take advantage of the slow in traffic and change into one of our latest arrivals to show it off to our customers."

May smiled encouragingly. She had always applauded Cin's way of promoting a new line.

Cin made her way into her private office, leaving the door unlocked. She had an open-door policy in her office "any time" during business hours, no matter what she was doing, including private showings to her male clientele.

She went to the spacious walk-in closet containing her newest arrivals and chose the one she was most wanting to be seen in. It was a candy apple red silk charmeuse gown with a plunging v neckline in front and back revealing most of her breasts but leaving enough covered to remain decent, at least in her own eyes. She chuckled at how she might be received by some in the community.

She removed her clothing till she was standing nude in her office. She then put on a silk G-string, an exact match to the gown in color. Then she lifted the gown over her head and slipped it on.

She loved the feel of the gown as it floated over her body and settled into place. It clung to her body, fitting closely to her ass and stomach. The hem reached an inch or two below her calves with side slits reaching all the way up to her hip bones.

She swished the skirts experimentally and viewed herself in the three-panel floor-length mirror.

Damn. If I was a man, I'd be all over me. Ha! I'd be all over me as a woman.

She slipped on ruby red high-heel sandals and tweaked her nipples so they would show prominently through the fabric and opened her office door.

Vinny

Any questions he had regarding how well the slinky robe would look on Lola, vanished as the oriental tease put his hand on her soft warm breast. He felt her nipple perk right up against the hardened skin of his hand. The same blistering hand that had dispatched 37 opponents to dreamland, suddenly found itself unable to move from the swelling mounds of Miss Starr's double threats.
"...would you like to find out just how soft I am?"

"Unh huh...yeah...you bet."
Vince ventured a squeeze and Vailyn smiled appreciatively.
"Nice hands..."She began when Cin swept by them and led them to a dressing room door.

It was not like any dressing room he'd ever seen. The walls were lined with burgandy red satin. Huge mirrors lined three sides and set against the other was a wide soft love seat. Lighting was mellowly provided by a hanging tiffany lamp and easy jazz was being piped in from somewhere...
"Jeeze...this looks like Lola's bed room!"

That was his last reference to Miss deLola for sometime.

In the mirror he saw slender ivory skinned arms snake around his waist and begin to play with his zipper...Vailyn's nipples were burning holes in his back.

Marla Kingston

I stepped back to admire my work in the window display, brushing my hands off on the dark gray Lycra skirt that clung to my hips. The trio of mannequins stood scantly clad in the front window, their perfect pale skin and unseeing eyes silently beckoning to the more timid of lingerie shoppers.

On the far right one was a red patent leather number made up of a bustier, with a zipper down the front and an adjustable around the neck strap, and a matching thong with a front zipper. The center mannequin sported a metallic silver mini tube dress, strapless, with an exceedingly low cut back, it’s clinging fabric stretched tight over all the right places. And the third outfit, all done in black and white checkerboard, fit the look of the provocatively posed mannequin perfectly, it’s stretch lace camisole, side-tie bottoms, and opaque knee highs daringly revealing.

I had started working at Luscious Lingerie a few week ago, trying to save up my money for the tuition at one of those big-city art schools. While attending college locally at the moment, I had also found room in my busy schedule for a part-time job. Someday, I hoped to be part of the fashion and design industry, doing magazine layouts, advertising, and such. Working at such a stylish boutique, I felt well suited for the job, and it gave me first-hand experience with what names and styles were most popular and best received among the customers.

Clear skinned with a light dusting of freckles – which I had always hated, but others always insisted on complementing me about – I kept my naturally wavy strawberry hair straightened so it reached the middle of my back. The off-white peasant blouse I wore wasn’t nearly as showy as some of the other things Cin and May had urged me to wear, but I liked the young and attractive businesswoman look it portrayed.

Turning as the faint chimes alerted the staff that another customer had entered, I moved to the door to see if I could be of some assistance.

Doug:

OOC: I am a regular to Luscious Lingerie. Whether buying or just coming by to visit and flirt with Lucinda and her very helpful staff,I always enjoy shopping at Luscious Lingerie and never fail to spend several hundred dollars each time I visit the store I doubt I am Lucinda's best customer, but she and her staff always make me feel as thoug I am. Sometimes I encounter another customer that I can help with making decisions on their purchases. Regardless I do enjoy the shop.

IC:

It is a beautiful winter day, the sun is shing and it is warm enough to have the top down. As I pull up to Luscious Lingerie I wonder how Lucinda's holiday sales were, the better the sales, the better her mood and the better her mood...

As I walk into the store, I am struck by the sexual aura that the shop exudes and immediately know that I will be making a number of purchases today.

Marla Kingston

I smiled at Doug as he walked in. Cin had introduced us on the first day I had started here, and although I had never really gotten a chance to talk to him, I admired him from afar. When he came to the shop, he always seemed to wind up in the owner's office for an hour or so, leaving with a big smile and an armful of expensive wrapped lace and silk packages.

“Afternoon, Doug. Haven’t seen you in awhile…how were your holidays?”

Doug:

As soon as I walked in I was greeted by one of Lucinda's assistants, "Afternoon Doug. Haven't seen you in awhile...how were your holidays?" Cin's assistant was lovely, with wavy strawberry hair and an appearance that said "I have my act together." She didn't look like some of Cin's other asistants, no there was something about her, something subtle, perhaps. I certainly hope that if Cin is occupied that she will be able to help me.

"Fine, but I sure am glad for them to be over. All the running around wears on me after awhile. That's why I decided to stop in this afternoon. Somehow I am always rejuvenated when I do!! How were your holidays?? I am sorry, I know Cin has introduced us and I could never forget a face like yours, but I can't seem to remember your name??"

Dressing Room

Cin showed us into a nice room designed for seduction and reminded us about her "soiling" policy. With a knowing smile, she left us alone to play.

While Vince was completely awed by the room, I decided to continue as I began. Quick and sure, slow and steady. I wrap my arms around Vince and let my fingers massage and caress their way down to the front of his pants. My fingers roam teasingly down along the hot and oh so ready hard flesh. Pressing my perky breasts into his back, I let one of my hands cradle the rigid length and the other one pause at the zipper. "Vince? Vince, would you like me to unzip you?" A soft, dark laugh rises out of me. Teasingly moving the zipper up and down, I ask, "Would you like to come out and play?"

Vince swallows loudly and quickly states,"Yeah, yeah I want to play. Play with me all you want."

Like a cat, I caress his whole body with mine as I slip around to Vince's front. Entwining my arms around his neck, I lean up and draw him into a hot, lingering kiss of lips and tongue. All the while undulating my hips and mound against his cock.

Breathing in his masculine scent of sweat and cologne, I nibble my way down his rugged chin and neck. Letting my busy hands unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and unzip his long hard manhood into my hands. Nibbling on his ear, I wrap my hands on the one piece of muscle I really desire, taking the precum and smoothing it into the hot flesh. All the sudden I suck hard on Vince's neck and whisper hotly against his heated skin, "Would you like me to do that here ?" Squeezing his cock firmly with my fingers....

Kostas

OOC: Kostas Kyritis is a greek muliti-multi millionaire. He is 52 and on his fourth wife, a 30 year old superstar model. He is is town on business and has decided to buy his new bride some delicate items for his entertainment when he returns. He is 6'1", 180 pounds, deep blue eyes, very fit (runs 5 miles a day) with a slight graying around his temples. He has a soft deep voice that exudes power. He walks in the shop.

IC: I walked into the store which was highly recommended by my business colleagues for their taste in fine undergarments for ladies. My young bride was at home waiting for my return. Such a gift would put her in the right mood for the games I had in mind.

I eyed a few assistants. There were two attractive Asian ladies, but the one that caught my eye was a young, innocent looking girl, a little flat in the chest, but otherwise a perfect match for my young wife's physique. There was a subtle beauty to her that only a trained eye could detect. Then I looked at the lady who must be the owner. Mature, quite attractive, and very well endowed.

"Good day, Miss. You must be the owner. Any chance I could find some assistance in picking out some delicate items for a young lady? Your assistant over there doesn't look busy at the moment. Perhaps she could help."

Marla Kingston

“Went way to fast, that’s for sure. Was hoping for a little...'me time'. Christmas is real busy around here…everybody looking for something special to wrap their gifts in.”

I winked at him, adjusting the feather boas that hung on a nearby rack against the wall. Another customer entered, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room, and I glanced up to make sure there was someone to assist him.

“By the way, I’m Marla. I think Cin is in the back room looking through our latest shipment if you’d like me to see if I could find her…”

I grinned at him with a knowing smile, idly wondering what deliciously skimpy outfit Cin had found to taunt the male customers with today.

The plush little room seemed very warm suddenly...hot in fact.
The girl was asking him if he wanted a blow job...here.
Goddam was she kidding!...He wanted more than a blow job and he wanted it NOW!

With the aggresive instinct that had led him to victory after victory in the ring he lifted the petite girl bodily off her feet and stood her on the uphostered divan. Mirrors surrounded her on three sides. She looked on as Amado stripped off every piece of clothing he'd worn and felt herself warming in anticipation. The guy was built!...not one extra ounce of fat on a body that seemed chiseled from stone. In the gold light of the Tiffany he looked like an oiled statue of a greek priapus. His thick cock curved out a full ten inches from his body.

"Whadya think...I look Ok don't I?"
She nodded.

"OK Baby strip that piece a nothin' off ya and get down here. I'm gonna nail you to the wall."

Dressing Room

A flush of desire tingles throughout my body and my golden white skin flushes from head to toe. Good lord! He has such a nice body! I think I could fall in love with those shoulders and.....mmmmmmmmmmm a lovely piece of muscle rising oh so ready for moi-

"OK Baby strip that piece a nothin' off ya and get down here. I'm gonna nail you to the wall."

Standing still on the divan, I shake my long blue-black hair back. My small hands caress along my neck in a soothing massage that lifts up my perky breasts, moving my hands down to cup breasts through the satiny material, flicking the tight nipples with my thumbs, arching my back a little in response to the pleasure and the desire shining out of Vince's eyes. With a sigh, I drop my hands to the robe's belt and untie the knot with a simple twist. An elegant shrug of my small shoulders drops the robe to rest along my arms which are held out like in benidiction. The robe drops to the floor unnoticed when I let my arms slowly go down. My firm, lithe body lay bare before Vince's voracious gaze. The most telling part was the moist dampness on the small v of curls between my legs.

Lightly jumping off the divan, I quickly walk to kneel in front of Vince. Without any words, I encase his hard ten inches in my hands and send my tongue all along the tip to bottom. Sucking and licking my way back up, I draw the head into my hot mouth and suck strongly. The cock jumps happily in response and I hear Vince's groan of desire vibrate down through his body. Sucking most of the large length for many long, slow strokes-I hum my equal pleasure at giving him his very desire. All too soon, I pull away from the engorged cock with a last long sucking kiss upon the head. I pull Vince by his perfect manhood to the divan.

Falling back onto the divan's lush cushions, I spread my long legs in welcome invitation. Rubbing the hollow indention between my legs and pulsing pussy, I purr,"Vince, I want you. Come in me-" Suddenly sitting up, I grab one of his large rough hands and suck on his index finger. Pulling his hand down, I whisper huskily, "Feel how wet I am, how small my pussy is. How well I'll wrap around you and pull you in so deep..." With that I close Vince's hand into a fist except for his index finger and thrust it deep inside me. A gasp of desire escapes my throat, leaning my head back, my body clenches around his finger and brings it in even further.