The modelling of the chemise for Davina Maypole went very well and she seemed impressed with the quality. Barrie, pointed out, as Natasha had told him, that she felt the rose motif could be stitched on a little lower. Davina Maypole asked Natasha to lean forward. She placed put two fingers behind the motif and rubbed her thumb lightly over the front of it. ‘It’s very nicely worked,’ she commented, rubbing the motif with her thumb and moving her fingers up and down between Natasha’s cleavage. ‘I agree with you my dear; it could be a tad lower, perhaps here?’ She moved her thumb down slightly and at the same time allowed her index finger to slide across Natasha’s right breast in a soft caress.
Debbie nervously cleared her throat. ‘I’ll make a note of that Davina.’
‘Lovely, I’m so glad I came her today. If this chemise is anything to go by, you are producing excellent quality and I must say it is smoulderingly sexy. As Barrie stood up, she took her hand away from Natasha’s cleavage and slowly ran both hands down over the smooth silk, following the contours of her waist and hips until her fingers reached the hem, which she tugged, pulling it down to the top of Natasha’s thighs. ‘I wonder if this should be a tad longer,’ she purred. Her right hand moved to the centre of the hem and Barrie felt her knuckles pressing against Natasha’s vagina as she pretended to check the length at the front. She spent what seemed an eternity checking and re-checking before saying. ‘Well, that’s really lovely. I definitely want some of that.’
Barrie was tempted to ask if she mean the chemise, or Natasha’s pussy? Debbie talked nervously about lead times, quantities and prices as Barrie turned and sauntered sexily back to the foot of the stairs. He turned Natasha‘s body gracefully towards Davina, gave her a big smile, posed for a few seconds with left hand on hip and right wrist flipped back close to Natasha’s right ear before skipping lightly up the stairs. He had dropped the chemise to the floor and was about to put on Debbie’s slip, when Debbie popped her head round the door.‘Do you have the working patterns for the chemise,’ she asked in a loud voice for the benefit of Davina Maypole, then in a whisper after carefully pulling the door to. ‘What do you think you’re doing Tash? You’ve got Davina really turned on with your antics. Calm it down. I warn you, she’s a predatory lesbian.’
‘We’ve got her interested, haven’t we?’ Barrie whispered back. He was rather enjoying this and if a lesbian came on to him whilst he was in Natasha’s body; well he could enjoy the experience and Natasha need never know. ‘I’m only interested in sales,’ he lied. ‘On your own head be it,’ Debbie whispered as she picked up a pile of working patterns. Pushing open the door, she said in a loud voice. 'I'll call you when we’re ready for the slip,’
Barrie chuckled to himself. It wouldn’t be on his own head it would be on Natasha’s vagina, which was damp from Davina pressing her knuckles against it. He hummed the ‘A Team’ theme as he pulled Debbie’s slip carefully over Natasha’s hair. Not that he need take care, Natasha’s thick, healthy hair always bounced back into place. To make the point to himself, he flicked it up from Natasha’s delicate right ear and watched it as it fell, perfectly back into position.
Debbie’s slip was made from fine black silk and Natasha’s breasts slid over the cool smooth surface as he swayed her body gently from side to side. He put her hands up to her breasts and felt her nipples tingle and harden through the silk. He took her hands away and noted with satisfaction that the shape of her nipples showed though. If he worked on them until Debbie called, they might just stay that way long enough to really turn the lesbo on.
Downstairs, Debbie was having a remarkably easy time with Davina Maypole who had a reputation for being an extremely difficult and picky buyer. She liked the chemise and as far as margins were concerned, the way she worked was to decide on the retail price and work back. Debbie was delighted to find that Davina’s method left them with a very healthy margin and when she ordered three hundred in black and two hundred in cream, Debbie could hardly contain herself.
Davina Maypole took a sip of coffee. ‘That’s an excellent start Debbie. Now, what’s next?’
‘This is one of my designs, so we call it the Debbie Slip.’ She stood up and walked to the foot of the stairs. ‘We’re ready Natasha!’
Barrie gave Natasha’s nipples one last tweak and skipped down the stairs as Debbie began her introduction.
‘The Debbie Slip is created from sexy black silk.’ She paused in amazement as the top of the slip came into view and she saw Natasha’s breasts bobbing around, creating patterns of light and shade in the black silk. Her nipples were erect and when she posed in front of them, they looked for all the world as if they were about to burst through the fine silk. She heard Davina draw a deep breath which ended in a murmured whisper of delight. Debbie turned to look at Davina as she continued with her description.
‘As you can see Davina, the silk is trimmed with soft black chiffon frills. We think black will probably be the best seller, but we can also make the Debbie Slip in white silk with white chiffon.’
‘Very, very nice,’ murmured Davina. ‘Will you give me a twirl please Natasha?’
Barrie made a slow turn, deliberately ending in profile hoping Davina would not miss the erect nipples. He need not have worried; Davina had been drawn to them as she saw Natasha coming down the stairs. This girl was being intentionally provocative. Well, she liked that. She liked Debbie, who she knew was bisexual and she also liked the design and quality of their collection. There was no doubt they would get a significant order, but she would treat every item modelled as a piece of sexual foreplay. Her nipples were already erect, although well hidden and she had a pleasurable itch in her vagina. She reached up to touch Natasha’s bare shoulder, crooked a finger under the slim strap and inclined her head towards Debbie
‘This is beautifully made Debbie, is it all your own work?’
Debbie wondered if she was being led into a trap. It was all going too smoothly. She answered cautiously. ‘Yes, but of course I would hardly be able to fulfil your requirements myself, that’s why Natasha and I have been interviewing and rigorously selecting our outworkers. We can assure you that every piece we produce will be to the same high quality.’
Davina nodded her head in agreement. ‘I have no doubt about that, Debbie dear.’ She ran her crooked finger down the strap and caught the black chiffon frill between finger and thumb testing its softness. ‘And you definitely are using the very best of materials, this chiffon is delightfully soft. The design is so simple, yet wonderfully sexy.’
Debbie managed to gulp her thanks as she watched Davina twist her hand and trap Natasha’s nipple between her third and little finger. Now, as she felt the chiffon between her thumb and forefinger, the others worked on Natasha’s nipple, which hardened to her touch. She breathed her satisfaction and looked triumphantly at Debbie as she let her hand slide over Natasha’s breast and slowly down the luxurious silk, following the line of her waist and hip.
‘This is absolutely marvellous, Debbie.’ Her hand moved around and Barrie felt it settle on Natasha’s lovely backside, giving it a gentle squeeze, before moving further down to brush the back of her bare thighs and up, under the slip to caress the exposed cheeks of her bottom.
‘Thank you Natasha, that was lovely. You make an excellent model.’
Barrie pressed Natasha’s backside playfully against Davina’s hand, before turning and skipping up the stairs. Debbie watch her go; there was something wrong, she had known Natasha since they were at High School together and she had never behaved like this before. Natasha was as straight as straight could be, yet here she was, flirting with a raving lesbian. As a friend, what should she do? What could she do? She had warned her, but she wasn’t taking any notice. It could all end in tears.