DangerousBeauty
Really Experienced
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Touch was the newest lingerie shop on the trendiest street in town. It was surrounded on all sides by designer clothing shops, art galleries, a book store specializing in erotic reading, and a jewelry store. The owner of the store, Beth Andrews, was extremely proud of her innovative take on the lingerie business.
Touch wasn’t your run-of-the-mill store. It wasn’t as safe as Vickie’s Secret or racy as Fred’s of Hollywood. And it wasn’t marketed to stick thin girls with no breasts. No, Touch was made for women above a size 6. Hell it was made for women above a size 12. It was designed to allow women of a certain size to come in and feel immediately at home, with plush carpeting and couches on the main floor, a display of high-end adult toys graced one wall (no pictures of naked women or men on these boxes), and the changing rooms were larger, allowing for a couch for lovers to come in and watch their women trying on sexy clothes that flattered their shape. The colors were a mix of dark reds and black and a soft tan to balance. The entire store was inspired.
Beth took a look around her store and her pink lips lifted in a smile at her employees, her hazel eyes sparkling with delight and mischief.
“I guess it’s time to open,” she said, and walked to the door, her red heels clicking on the marble floor, her black pencil skirt caressing her behind with every step. She took a deep breath, her 40DD breasts pressing tightly against her red satin blouse. Smoothing her black hair down, she unlocked the door.
Touch wasn’t your run-of-the-mill store. It wasn’t as safe as Vickie’s Secret or racy as Fred’s of Hollywood. And it wasn’t marketed to stick thin girls with no breasts. No, Touch was made for women above a size 6. Hell it was made for women above a size 12. It was designed to allow women of a certain size to come in and feel immediately at home, with plush carpeting and couches on the main floor, a display of high-end adult toys graced one wall (no pictures of naked women or men on these boxes), and the changing rooms were larger, allowing for a couch for lovers to come in and watch their women trying on sexy clothes that flattered their shape. The colors were a mix of dark reds and black and a soft tan to balance. The entire store was inspired.
Beth took a look around her store and her pink lips lifted in a smile at her employees, her hazel eyes sparkling with delight and mischief.
“I guess it’s time to open,” she said, and walked to the door, her red heels clicking on the marble floor, her black pencil skirt caressing her behind with every step. She took a deep breath, her 40DD breasts pressing tightly against her red satin blouse. Smoothing her black hair down, she unlocked the door.