‘Good morning Bas.’
‘Morning Barrie and a very good morning to you Sophie, you’re looking as radiant as ever.’ Basil Main went through the same kissing routine, a peck on both cheeks; so at least she got that right. All she had to do now was wait for the others to arrive and try to avoid any obvious blunders. As she placed the copies Sam had provided for her on the table, covering them with Barrie’s laptop, she wondered how things were going at DebTash. Barrie should be well into modelling the collection by now.
Wearing only a black G-string, Barrie was admiring Natasha’s body, in the full length mirror. Reluctantly he turned away to pick up the gold and black basque, running her hands down over her bare bottom as he did so. Seeing and touching excited him tremendously, Natasha had never shown off her body much before, it was just there and she took her own beauty for granted. How was this basque supposed to go on? Ah, he remembered; it fastened down the front and the lacing down the back was for ultimate control. Natasha had shown him how to put it in position and fasten it from the bottom. By breathing in he should be able to get her trim figure into it, without any need to adjust the lacing. Now for the black stockings. He sat on the bed and following Natasha’s instructions, took great care not to catch a fingernail in the delicate nylon. He smoothed them up Natasha’s gorgeous legs and snapped on the suspenders. If he had been watching in his own body, he would have had a massive hard on by now. He wondered briefly how his old boy was behaving and more to the point, how Natasha was coping with it. Returning to the job in hand he stepped into the gold sling backs which had been selected as they only had a two and a half inch heel. He had tried them out and maybe due to muscle memory in Natasha’s legs, found it easy to walk in them. Natasha had great legs anyway, but high heels certainly added that certain zing. He took one last look at Natasha’s glorious figure in the mirror. Pouted a kiss to himself and waited on the landing for Debbie’s call. It all seemed to be going very well.
Downstairs, Debbie was amazed as the orders kept flowing. Natasha had modelled the Debbie Classic Diva Corset in cherry red satin and Davina had gone overboard for it, or was it Natasha she had gone overboard for? Anyway, she wanted the corset in both red and black duchess satin. She also wanted one for herself – made to measure. Debbie was happy to do that without charge. Nothing had been said on the subject, but she was pretty sure it was what Davina would expect. There were two issues bugging her though, the first, being how were they going to cope with such large orders? She had not missed on anything and there were two more items in the collection. The second, how was she going to react when Natasha eventually said no to her advances? Knowing Natasha as she did, it had to happen sooner or later, Tash was playing with fire and Davina was getting hornier every time she appeared. When Natasha said no, would she take the hump and cancel the orders?
‘What else do you have to show me, Debbie dear?’
'Only two more, both by Natasha. First there’s a Black and Gold Basque. It really is a stunning combination.’
‘The black and gold or Natasha and the Basque?’ Debbie gave a nervous laugh. ‘Both. Shall I call her down?’
‘Please,’ Davina. reached across and touched her thigh. Debbie wondered if it was a gesture to let her know she was not left out. Perhaps Davina was thinking about a threesome? She wouldn’t mind, but she knew that Natasha would disappoint them both. Davina leant forward to catch the first glimpse of Natasha coming down the stairs. A golden shoe and trim ankle appeared. Barrie deliberately made it a slow entrance, pausing for a count of three on each step, before stepping delicately down to the next. In glorious tantalising segments, Natasha’s shapely, stocking clad legs came into view. Davina felt a wonderful itch in her vagina as the black, see through triangle of the G-String appeared. Barrie negotiated the remainder of the stairs and posed in front of Davina.
‘Delicious, absolutely delicious,’ she whispered. ‘Turn round; let me see you from the back.’
Barrie turned and looked over his shoulder to watch Davina, who was positively drooling over Natasha’s bare arse. He shifted Natasha’s weight from one leg to the other to show off her beautifully rounded cheeks. Davina watched closely, until he stopped, then looked up and smiled.
‘A lovely combination, can I see it from the front again please?
Barrie obliged and saw Davina stretch out a hand to stroke Debbie’s inner thigh. ‘I must congratulate you both on a wonderful collection. Now what do you say if you take my measurements for the corset Debbie darling, while Natasha gets changed, then the three of us can sit down to discuss the final order?’
‘That’s fine. I can take the measurements in my bedroom. It will save going all the way up to the workroom.’
Davina stood up. ‘That sounds marvellous, join us when you’re ready, Natasha.’
‘I’ve still got the French knickers to show you.’ Barrie did not want the modelling to come to an end. He loved flaunting Natasha’s body and thought the French Knickers the sexiest thing in the collection.
‘Of course, change into those and join us.’
Davina followed Barrie up the stairs. He could feel her eyes on Natasha’s backside, but the anticipated grope never came. As he turned to go into the changing room, Debbie reached the landing and opened the door to her bedroom for Davina.
Barrie closed the changing room door, leant against it and put Natasha’s hand over her luscious mouth to stop himself giggling. It was all going so much better than he, Debbie or Natasha could have possible anticipated, and he, or rather Natasha, had been tapped-up by a lesbian. Now he was in a bit of a quandary, if he changed too quickly he could arrive too soon to catch any lesbian action and he was sure that was why Debbie had suggested her bedroom. Best dawdle a bit. He sat on the bed, kicked off the gold high heels and raised Natasha’s left leg. Feet could be so ugly, but Natasha’s were beautiful, he admired it for several seconds, twisting it first one way, then the other, before unsnapping the suspenders and carefully rolling the stockings down each beautiful leg. Then he sank back onto the bed and slowly undid the front fastenings of the basque. He smiled to himself; his mates at the rugby club would never believe what he was up to. With the last fastening undone, he sat up leaving the basque on the bed. He was looking directly into the mirror and could not resist briefly admiring and caressing Natasha’s bare breasts. Parting her legs he could see her pubis through the thin silk of the G-String. He quickly took it off and leant back on Natasha's elbows to admire her sex. Spreading her legs wide he ran her hand down through soft pubic hair to stroke her clitoris. The temptation to masturbate to a climax was overwhelming, but as he thought about it, he also began to think about what Davina and Debbie could be doing across the landing. Mirrors could replicate this moment at home, but he might never get the opportunity to watch or even maybe, take part in lesbian action. It was a no brainer. He put on the silk bra and French knickers, then, depressing the door handle very carefully, silently opened the door and crept onto the landing. Natasha’s body was far easier to creep around in than his own hulking frame; he tip toed across the landing and held Natasha’s breath as he stood outside Debbie’s bedroom with an ear to the door. He could hear them talking softly to each other. Were they at it? Without knocking he walked in to find Debbie with a tape measure around Davina’s waist. The lack of lesbian action could have been a bitter disappointment for him, were it not for the fact that Davina had all her kit off and Debbie was stripped down to bra and pants. Natasha had never told him how they took clients’ measurements, but surely this was going too far? He posed and announced Natasha’s arrival.