"Eventful: The Boutique."
by Noopster
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DISCLAIMER:
This story is a work of fiction, based on nothing real or plausible at
all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.
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(This is a continuation of A Night in Beijing).
"Hey, Lils, you okay over there?” Ashley said from the plunge sofa in Lily’s dressing room. “I feel like you've been distracted all morning."
Lily sat before a vanity, her reflection staring back at hers. “What? No, I’m totally fine.” She hesitated, her gaze drifting across the room before settling on Ashley. "It's just... Charlie and I…"
Ashley's expression softened. “Still?”
Lily sighed, a small, sad smile playing on her lips. "It just feels like we're just going through the motions now."
"Well, like I’ve told you again and again, sometimes you need to shake things up." Ashley’s voice was steady and reassuring.
Lily turned to face her, a mixture of guilt and frustration swirling in her hazel eyes. "I already tried that, Ashley, at the embassy gala, remember? Oh, wait. Of course you remember, since you were the one who pushed me into it!”
Ashley chuckled and leaned forward, her eyes locked on Lily’s. "Girl, I’m not gonna apologize for encouraging you to live a little. And let's not forget that, even if it didn't fix your marriage, you still got a very good fuck out of it."
Lily’s cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She looked away, her gaze falling on the floor. "The point is, it didn't help. It just made things more complicated."
Ashley stood, her movements fluid and deliberate as she crossed the room to sit beside Lily on the vanity bench. She reached for a brush on the counter, her fingers trailing over the bristles before she set it aside. “Have you seen him again? Has he contacted you?"
Lily's gaze snapped back to Ashley's, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Who?"
Ashley smirked, her lips curling up in a knowing smile. "Don't play dumb, Lils. The ambassador.”
Lily's cheeks flushed deeper, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "No. I haven't seen him. Or contacted him. I don't know what you're insinuating."
Ashley laughed. "It was just an innocent question.”
"This isn't a game. This is my life, my marriage.”
Ashley's smirk faded, her expression softening as she studied Lily's profile. She reached out, her fingers brushing against a strand of Lily's dark hair. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice low and sincere. "I didn't mean to push. Just trying to light up the mood."
Lily turned to meet Ashley's gaze, her hazel eyes reflecting a turmoil of emotions—guilt, frustration, and a hint of longing. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, her lips pressing together in a thin line.
Ashley leaned back, her eyes never leaving Lily's face. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" she said softly, her tone inviting trust. "No judgments, Lils. Ever."
Lily's gaze faltered, her eyes dropping to the floor. She wanted to tell her about Dominic, to unburden herself, but the words caught in her throat.
“I'm here for you, whatever you need," Ashley said, lovingly stroking Lily’s hair. The gesture was comforting, almost maternal, and it eased some of the tension in Lily’s shoulders. She closed her eyes, letting the rhythmic motion calm her racing thoughts.
“We tried again a few nights ago, and…” She paused, her voice catching. “He couldn’t even… you know. Get hard.”
Ashley’s hand stalled mid-stroke, her fingers tangling gently in Lily’s hair. “Oh, Lils,” she said softly, her tone filled with empathy. "I’m sorry. You deserve… I don’t know… Fireworks."
Lily opened her eyes, meeting Ashley’s gaze in the mirror. “It was humiliating. For both of us. He just lay there, and I could feel how mortified he was. I tried to pretend it was no big deal, to tell him it was okay, but… it wasn’t okay. It felt like a failure. For both of us.”
“It’s not a failure. It’s just… a sign that something’s not right. And ignoring it won’t fix it.”
Lily sighed, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her own admissions. “I know. But I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’ve tried everything, and nothing’s working.”
Ashley’s gaze held a knowing glint, her voice taking on a playful edge. “Lils, you can’t seriously think you’ve tried everything.” She emphasized the word, her tone dripping with disbelief. “You’ve barely scratched the surface, darling.”
Lily turned to face her, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension flickering across her face. “What are you talking about?”
"Well, if sleeping with another man didn't do the trick, maybe you should try sleeping with a woman this time."
“Ha. Ha.” Lily replied.
Ashley leaned back, her expression a mix of playful teasing and earnest sincerity. “I’m only half kidding. I mean, isn’t having sex with two women at the same time basically every straight man’s fantasy?"
Lily shook her head, her dark hair catching the dim light of the room. "Are you talking about a threesome? You can't be serious," she muttered.
"I'm sort of serious," Ashley replied, her tone casual, as if she were proposing a simple solution to a mundane problem. "Think about it, Lils. You’re clearly still restless, and Charlie’s… well, Charlie’s not exactly stepping up to the plate, is he? Maybe it’s time to explore other avenues. Trust me, a threesome, if done right, can be... enlightening."
Lily's eyes widened. "Wait, have you…?”
“Oh, plenty of times,” Ashley said, a sly smile spreading across her lips as she leaned forward. “I’ve lost count, honestly. Threesomes, foursomes, little gatherings that would make your head spin. You’d be surprised how liberating it is to let go of all that societal baggage and just… indulge.” She paused, studying Lily’s reaction, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Lily’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, but she didn’t look away, her curiosity clearly piqued. “You’re messing with me,” she muttered, though her voice carried none of the conviction she’d intended.
“Dead serious,” Ashley replied, her tone casual, almost matter-of-fact. “And trust me, it’s not just about sex. It’s about connection, exploration, pushing boundaries. The energy, the chemistry, the sheer abandon of it all…” She trailed off, her eyes gleaming with the memories. “There was the time in Paris, at this exquisite little châteaux on the outskirts of the city during Fashion Week. I met this stunning French model and her boyfriend—they were looking to spice things up, and I was more than happy to oblige.”
Lily shook her head, though she couldn’t help but laugh at Ashley’s audacity. “You’re unbelievable,” she said, her voice tinged with admiration despite herself.
Ashley shrugged, her shoulders rising elegantly in her silk robe. “I just believe in living life to the fullest. The tension, the way the dynamics shift depending on who’s involved… it’s like a dance, a beautiful, messy, incredible dance.”
Lily’s voice trembled as she spoke. “I’ve never even kissed a woman before,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing at the confession.
Ashley’s gaze softened, her expression a blend of understanding and gentle encouragement. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Lily’s hand. “That’s what would make it so exciting, don’t you think?” she said softly. “The unknown, the unexplored territory. It’s like standing at the edge of a cliff, feeling the wind pull at you, daring you to take the leap.”
Lily shifted uncomfortably, her hands fidgeting in her lap, but she couldn’t deny the way her heart quickened at the idea. “But what if… what if it gets complicated? Or messy?” she asked.
Ashley laughed, a low, throaty sound that filled the room. “Lils, that’s the best part. The unpredictability. You just let the moment guide you.” She reached out, her fingers brushing against Lily’s cheek, her touch light and teasing. “And besides, I’m not talking about some drunken fumble in a stranger’s bed. I’m talking about something deliberate, something planned, something… elegant.”
"This is a silly conversation," Lily said, her voice trembling slightly as she waved her hand dismissively. “I mean, bringing a strange woman into our bed? It would be so awkward, and risky if I’m being honest. Like what if she has and STD or turns out to be some kind of psycho stalker or–”
“It doesn’t have to be a stranger, you know,” Ashley interrupted. “It could be someone you both trust, someone who understands the situation.”
“What? Where would we even find someone we could trust that would be willing to do something so—”
“I could do it,” Ashley said very casually.
Lily looked at her with disbelief. “Ashley, stop it.”
Ashley chuckled. “Why not?”
“You just love messing with me, don’t you?”
“I mean it,” Ashley said, her voice steady and calm, as if she’d just offered to lend Lily a book or drive her to the airport. She leaned back in her chair, her posture relaxed. “Why not me? I’m your friend, someone you both trust. And I have… experience. I know how to make this kind of thing effortless, enjoyable. No awkwardness, no mess, just a mutually agreed-upon arrangement that could actually do some good for you and Charlie.”
Lily stared at her, her mind racing. The idea was preposterous, and yet… there was something undeniably appealing about it. Ashley’s calm demeanor made it seem almost normal, like they were discussing nothing more scandalous than a weekend getaway.
“You’re crazy,” Lily muttered, her voice shaky and unsure. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, and yet, a part of her was curious.
Ashley shrugged. “Maybe a little,” she admitted, her smile widening. “I just believe in living life to the fullest. And you and Charlie sure as shit aren’t doing that right now.”
“I’m starting to regret telling you, to be honest,” Lily said, her voice tinged with frustration. She didn’t know whether she was more upset with Ashley for suggesting it or with herself for not outright rejecting the idea.
Ashley leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her eyes locked on Lily’s. “Just think about it for a minute, Lils. No strangers, no awkward encounters, no complications. Just us. It might just be what you and Charlie need to reignite that spark.”
“This is insane,” Lily muttered, though the conviction in her voice was lacking. “You’re talking about something so… intimate, so personal, and you’re just… offering yourself up like it’s no big deal.”
“It’s just sex.”
Lily’s gaze dropped, her eyes focusing on the delicate pattern of the rug as she tried to reconcile the woman sitting across from her with the outrageous suggestion she’d just made. “But what if… what if it changes things between us?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “What if it ruins our friendship?”
Ashley laughed, the sound soft and reassuring. “It would only be weird if we made it weird,” she said, her voice filled with conviction.
Lily’s cheeks flamed as she turned her head away, her thoughts spiraling into chaos. When she finally turned back to meet Ashley’s gaze, she found her friend watching her with a knowing smile. “You’re not as appalled as I expected you to be.”
"I... I suppose it's something to think about."
—-
That night, Lily’s gaze drifted to Charlie, who sat in his favorite armchair, engrossed in the glow of his phone. His profile was illuminated, his expression unreadable, a mask of calm that belied the distance growing between them. She wondered what he was thinking, whether he felt the same emptiness, the same yearning for something more. The clock on the mantel struck nine, the sound resonating through the stillness. Lily’s thoughts drifted to Ashley, to the bold suggestion that had left her both appalled and intrigued.
“Hey,” he said finally, his voice low and even. He set his phone aside, his expression softening into a faint smile. “You okay? You’ve been quiet tonight.”
Lily smiled back, the gesture feeling forced. She walked over to him, her shoes clicking softly against the floor. “I’m fine,” she said, setting her glass down on the side table. She sank into the couch beside him. “Just… thinking.”
Charlie turned to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly. “About what?”
The room felt smaller now, the air heavier. She could feel Ashley’s words echoing in her mind, the bold suggestion that had both thrilled and terrified her. “I don’t know,” she said. “Just… fantasies, I guess.”
Charlie raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “Fantasies?”
Lily nodded, her cheeks flushing. She reached for her wine glass, her fingers wrapping tightly around the stem. “You know, things people think about but… never do.”
He leaned back, his smile widening. “Oh? And what kind of fantasies are we talking about here?”
She took a sip of her wine, the bitterness sharp on her tongue. “I don’t know,” she said again, her voice steady. “Just… things. Like… threesomes.”
The word hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. Charlie’s smile faltered, his eyes widening in surprise. “Threesomes?” he repeated, his tone laced with disbelief.
Lily’s heart raced as she met his stare, her pulse pounding in her ears. “With a woman,” she began, her voice steady but laced with nervousness, “Not another man.” She emphasized the last words, her cheeks flushing as she hurried to clarify.
Charlie’s brow furrowed, his expression unreadable. “And what makes you bring this up now?” he asked, his tone cautious, as if he were tiptoeing around a minefield.
“I’m not saying I want to, just saying… it’s something people think about. Fantasies, you know?”
Charlie laughed, the sound deep and rich. “You’re joking, right?”
Lily shrugged, her shoulders rising and falling. “I mean, why not? It’s just sex, right? And it could be… fun. Exciting. Something different.”
The laughter died on his lips, his expression sobering. “Lily, come on. You can’t be serious.”
“Why not?” she asked, her voice firm. “Why can’t I be serious?”
He shook his head, his eyes searching hers. “Because… because this is us. We’re not… that’s not who we are.”
“What does that mean?”
“I mean, let’s be real here. You’re not exactly… adventurous. You like your routine, your comfort zone, and so do I.”
Lily’s breath caught in her throat, her cheeks burning as if slapped. “Yeah, no, you’re right,” she said softly.
Charlie’s eyes searched hers, confusion and hurt reflected in them. “Wait, were you being serious or–?”
“Let’s just drop it, okay?” she interrupted, her voice sharper than she intended.
—-
The next morning, sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains in Lily’s trailer. Ashley entered the room, her presence announced by the soft rustle of her robe. She carried a tray with two cups of coffee, the aroma filling the room. "Good morning," she said, her voice light, almost cheerful, as she set the tray on a small table. "I thought you might need this," she added, her tone gentle.
“When do I don’t?” Lily murmured, her eyes avoiding Ashley's.
Ashley sat beside her and wrapped her hands around her own cup. "Rough night?”
“I guess you could say so.”
“Let me guess, Charlie fucked you all night and that’s why you look so tired right now.”
“Ha. Ha.” Lily’s voice was laced with sarcasm, her eyes still fixed on the floor as she reached for her coffee. The warmth of the cup seeped into her palms, a small comfort.
Ashley chuckled. “You look like you could use a little venting session.” she said, leaning back against the cushions.
Lily finally met Ashley’s gaze, her expression a mix of frustration and resignation. “He didn’t take it well,” she said, her voice flat.
“Take what well? Oh shit, the threesome thing?”
Lily sighed, her shoulders sagging as she cradled her coffee in her hands.
Ashley’s smile softened. “And how did he react, exactly?”
“He laughed. And then he had the nerve to tell me I’m not exactly the adventurous type, like I’m some kind of boring, predictable little wife who wouldn’t dare step out of her comfort zone.”
Ashley’s lips twitched with amusement, her dark eyes sparkling as she set her coffee down. “Sure, boring enough to fuck a married diplomat in his office and let him take pictures of it.” She delivered the line with her signature nonchalance, as if she were commenting on the weather.
Lily rolled her eyes, a small, reluctant smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, here you are, still talking to me,” Ashley replied, leaning back against the cushions with a knowing smirk. She crossed her legs, the silk of her robe catching the light and shimmering faintly. “Well, the way I see it, you have two options now. Either we go ahead with the threesome idea or you start fucking some other guy who doesn’t think you’re boring.”
"I'm not going to do it again, Ashley," Lily said, her voice firm but tinged with a vulnerability she couldn't mask. "I can't keep running from my problems, from my marriage, by jumping into bed with other men.”
“Wait, what do you mean men?” Ashley asked, her voice low and sharp, cutting through the tension. Her tone wasn’t judgmental but rather intrigued, as if she were piecing together a puzzle. “You didn’t just fuck the ambassador, did you?”
Lily’s cheeks burned as she looked away, her fingers tightening around the coffee cup until it felt like it might shatter in her grasp. She could feel Ashley’s gaze on her, probing, relentless. “It was a mistake,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “Another one.”
“Details,” Ashley demanded, her tone softening but still laced with a persistence that made Lily want to squirm in her seat. She reached out and gently pried the coffee cup out of Lily’s hands, setting it back on the tray. “You little minx. Who was the other lucky guy? I want every dirty, disgusting, glorious detail.”
Lily groaned, burying her face in her hands. “You’re impossible, Ashley.”
“Come on, now I’m dying to know! Who else did you fuck, Lils? Some hot young actor? A producer? A random guy you picked up at a bar?”
Lily shook her head, her face still hidden behind her hands. “It wasn’t like that. It was… complicated.”
“Complicated?” Ashley repeated, her voice laced with enthusiasm.
“Complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Lily said, her voice trembling as she finally met Ashley’s gaze. “It was Dominic,” she admitted, the name slipping out like a confession. Her hands began to shake, and she quickly set her coffee aside, afraid she might spill it. “I slept with Dominic in Beijing after the Cartier party.”
Ashley’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise. “Dominic Hughes? As in, your family friend Dominic Hughes?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. “Oh my God, Lils. He’s like… he’s practically family, isn’t he?”
Lily nodded, her cheeks burning with a mix of guilt and shame. “I know. I can’t even begin to explain how wrong it was.”
Ashley sat back, her lips pursed as she processed the information. “Well, well, well. Look who’s been a naughty girl,” she said with a smirk, her tone light but her eyes sharp with curiosity.
“I don’t know what I was thinking. He was there, and I was vulnerable, and… drunk. Oh God, this sounds like every terrible cliché, but it just happened.” Lily’s voice broke, and for a moment, she felt the sting of tears in her eyes. She blinked them away, her jaw tightening. “I’m such a mess, Ashley. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I just know that sleeping around is not right. It's not fair to Charlie and it’s not gonna fix anything."
“Then you’ve got one option. Unless you wanna count staying in an unhappy, unfulfilling, sexually frustrated marriage for the rest of your life.”
Lily took a deep breath, the air filling her lungs before she let it out slowly. “And what if I told you I wanted to try it? The threesome. What if I… I actually wanted to go through with it?”
Ashley’s eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across her face. “You sure?”
Lily nodded, visibly embarrassed. “Charlie’s birthday is coming up. I figure… maybe we could do it as a surprise?”
Ashley’s smirk turned into a full-blown smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Now that’s what I like to hear,” she said, leaning forward again. “But let me make one thing clear: if you’re going to do this, you’re going to do it my way. No hesitation, no backing out halfway through.”
“Yeah, okay. Let’s do it.”
Ashley stepped closer, her voice low and reassuring. “I’ll take care of everything. All you have to do is show up.”
Lily’s cheeks burned, but she met Ashley’s gaze. “And Charlie? What if he… what if he doesn’t—”
"Are you crazy? With you and me—there? That's enough for any man," Ashley added, stepping closer. "It'll spark something, trust me."
Ashley turned, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "The first thing we need to do," she said, setting her glass down, "Is buy lingerie. Not just any lingerie, but the sluttiest lingerie we can find."
“Oh God, I’m already regretting this,” Lily said, covering her face in shame.
"That's the spirit," Ashley replied with a laugh. She pulled out her phone and began scrolling through it. “I know just the place.”
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The following afternoon, Ashley's sleek black Audi pulled up outside a discreet storefront in a luxury shopping district Lily had never visited before. The windows were frosted, with no display or signage except for a small gold plaque that read "Maison de Plaisir."
"What is this place?" Lily asked as Ashley led her toward the unmarked entrance.
"Only the most exclusive lingerie boutique in the city," Ashley replied, pressing a small button beside the door. "Members only. They cater to a very... specific clientele."
A soft buzz sounded, and the door clicked open. Ashley pushed it with confidence, "In you go, my little slut-to-be."
Lily rolled her eyes at Ashley's comment, but couldn't stop the smile tugging at her lips. "Really? That's what we're going with?"
"Just getting you in the right headspace," Ashley replied with a wink, guiding Lily through the door with a gentle hand on the small of her back.
The interior of Maison de Plaisir was nothing like the boutiques Lily frequented. Unlike the bright, airy spaces of Rodeo Drive or Fifth Avenue, this shop was dimly lit, with plush velvet curtains separating small alcoves from the main showroom.
"Mademoiselle Park, what a pleasure," purred a tall, slender woman with a sleek silver bob and impeccable red lipstick. Her French accent was subtle but unmistakable. "It has been too long."
"Genevieve," Ashley greeted her with air kisses. "This is my dear friend, Lily. We're looking for something... transformative today."
Claudine's eyes swept over Lily, assessing her with practiced precision. "Ah, yes. I see the potential. Come, come." She beckoned them deeper into the boutique, past the main display area and through a heavy velvet curtain into a private salon.
The alcove was even more intimate than the main showroom, with a circular dais surrounded by mirrors and a plush velvet chaise lounge positioned for optimal viewing.
"Champagne?" Genevieve offered.
"Of course," Ashley replied, making herself comfortable on a plush chaise lounge. "Lily's going to need it."
"I'll be right back then," Genevieve said, disappearing through a beaded curtain.
Lily turned to Ashley. "This place is... intense."
"That's the point," Ashley replied, running her fingers along a rack of lingerie.
Genevieve returned with two flutes of golden champagne and handed them to the women. Lily took a nervous sip, the bubbles dancing on her tongue as she watched Ashley calmly browsing through the racks.
"So," Ashley began, setting her glass down on a small marble table. "Let's talk about what we're looking for." Her voice dropped to a seductive purr. "Something that will make Charlie's jaw drop and his cock stand at attention. Something that will make him forget all about your... predictability."
Lily shifted uncomfortably on the chaise, taking a larger sip of champagne than intended. The bubbly liquid burned down her throat. "I don't know, Ash. I usually wear pretty conservative stuff. Maybe we should start with something simple?"
Simple?" Ashley laughed. "Darling, you don't come to Maison de Plaisir for simple. You come here to be transformed." She stood and walked to a rack of lingerie that made Lily's eyes widen. "What about this?” Ashley said, pulling out a hanger that held what appeared to be more straps than fabric, "I'm thinking we start with something that shows off those perky tits of yours." She held up a deep crimson set against Lily's chest, the lace so delicate it was nearly transparent. "What do you think? Charlie's always been a sucker for red, hasn't he?"
Lily nearly choked on her champagne. "That's practically see-through," she whispered, glancing nervously toward the curtained entrance.
"That's the entire point, darling." Ashley smirked, setting the red lingerie aside and pulling out another hanger. "What about this one?" This time, it was a black ensemble with intricate cage-like straps that would frame Lily's breasts rather than cover them. The bottoms were equally revealing—a mere triangle of lace connected to garter belts.
"I could never pull that off," Lily protested, running her fingers along the intricate straps with a mixture of fascination and trepidation.
"Oh Lils, trust me, you absolutely can," Ashley laughed, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she held the black ensemble higher. "With your figure? You'd look absolutely sinful.”
Genevieve nodded in agreement. "Mademoiselle has the perfect frame for our more daring pieces. The juxtaposition of innocence and depravity—can be quite compelling."
Lily's cheeks burned hotter. "I don't know..."
"You're overthinking this," Ashley said, setting down her champagne flute with a decisive clink. She rifled through another rack, pulling out a bright green set that made Lily's jaw drop. The bra—if one could even call it that—consisted of two tiny triangles connected by gossamer-thin straps that would barely cover Lily's nipples. The matching thong was equally minimal, with delicate gold chains hanging from the sides. "This one. Charlie won't know what hit him."
Lily stared at the barely-there garment, her heart racing. "That's not lingerie, that's dental floss with decor," she protested, but even as the words left her mouth, she found herself reaching out to touch the delicate fabric, entranced by its beauty despite herself.
"Just try it on," Ashley urged, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "What's the harm in trying?"
Before Lily could protest further, Ashley had pressed the green lingerie set into her hands and was guiding her into a small dressing room behind a velvet curtain.
"I'll be right out here," Ashley said with a wink.
Alone, Lily stared at the green lingerie in her hands, the delicate fabric practically weightless. She took a deep breath, set down her champagne flute, and began to undress. The cool air kissed her skin as she slipped out of her blouse and jeans, standing in her sensible cotton underwear that suddenly seemed childish and out of place in such a decadent setting.
With trembling fingers, Lily slipped off her plain bra, her nipples hardening instantly in the cool air of the dressing room. She hesitated for a moment, staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror before she unhooked the minuscule green bra from its hanger with a sudden surge of determination. The fabric—if one could even call it that—was whisper-thin, cool and silky against her fingertips. She slipped her arms through the delicate straps, adjusting the tiny triangles over her nipples. They barely covered her areolas, leaving the outer curves of her breasts completely exposed. She fastened the clasp at her back, and the garment tightened, causing the fabric to shift, briefly exposing one nipple completely before she readjusted it.
"How's it going in there?" Ashley called from outside.
Lily turned to face the mirror, and her breath caught in her throat. The woman staring back at her was a stranger. "I'm... I'm coming out," she called back, her voice barely audible. She reached for the champagne flute, draining it in one desperate gulp before setting it down with trembling fingers. The alcohol burned a path down her throat, warming her from within, emboldening her. With one final glance at her reflection, the delicate gold chains framing her hips like an invitation—she pushed aside the velvet curtain and stepped out.
Ashley's eyes widened, her lips parting in a silent gasp before curving into a slow, appreciative smile. "Holy shit, Lils," she breathed, rising from the chaise lounge. "You look absolutely fucking edible."
Genevieve gave a soft, appreciative "Magnifique," before discreetly retreating behind a beaded curtain, leaving the two friends alone.
Lily stood awkwardly, one arm instinctively moving to cover her exposed breasts, before Ashley shook her head.
"Don't you dare," Ashley commanded, her voice firm but gentle. "Stand up straight. Let me see you."
Reluctantly, Lily dropped her arm and straightened her posture. The movement caused the gold chains on her hips to sway and tinkle softly, drawing attention to the barely-covered triangle between her legs.
"Turn around," Ashley instructed, twirling her finger in the air. "Let me see the back."
Lily complied, her cheeks burning as she turned slowly, feeling the cool air against her exposed buttocks. The thong disappeared completely between her cheeks, leaving her feeling more naked than if she'd worn nothing at all.
"Christ, Charlie is going to lose his mind," Ashley murmured, her voice husky with admiration. "You look like a goddamn fantasy come to life."
Lily caught her reflection in the surrounding mirrors, multiplied infinitely from every angle. The sight of her nearly-naked body, adorned in nothing but wisps of emerald fabric and gold chains, was both terrifying and thrilling. A strange heat pooled low in her belly as she watched herself—a woman she barely recognized. But as she continued to stare at her reflection, doubt began to creep in. The thin straps of the bra dug slightly into her shoulders, creating tiny indentations in her skin. One of the gold chains on her hip hung at an awkward angle, throwing off the symmetry of the design.
Lily's brow furrowed as she studied her reflection more critically. "I don't know, Ash. It's just so... revealing. I feel like I'm playing dress-up as someone else."
"I have something else," Genevieve continued, her French accent becoming more pronounced with her enthusiasm. "Something that will celebrate your body rather than simply expose it." She disappeared again, the beaded curtain tinkling softly in her wake.
Ashley raised an eyebrow. "Don't look so relieved," she teased. "Whatever she brings back won't be any more modest, I promise you that."
Genevieve returned moments later, carrying a silver tray with two refilled champagne flutes in one hand, and cradling what appeared to be a bundle of midnight blue silk and delicate black lace in the other. "This," she declared with quiet confidence, "will be transformative."
Lily accepted the flute from Genevieve, taking a generous sip before setting it aside. The champagne was already warming her blood, making her bolder than she might otherwise have been.
"This is from our Midnight Seduction collection," Genevieve explained, her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. "The silk is imported from Lyon, and the lace is handcrafted in Brussels. It's designed to embrace the body like a lover's caress."
"Okay, let me try it," Lily said, reaching for the ensemble and trying to appear more sophisticated than she felt as she retreated behind the velvet curtain once more. Inside the dressing room, she carefully removed the emerald green set, hanging it on a delicate gold hook before examining the black and blue set more closely.
The bra was structured differently than anything she'd worn before—a balconette style with cups that would lift her breasts rather than merely cover them. The straps were wider than the flimsy green ones, adorned with intricate black lace that looked like delicate flowers climbing up a midnight trellis. The matching panties were equally exquisite, with panels of the same blue silk forming a high-waisted brief, strategically interrupted by panels of the black lace that would expose tantalizing glimpses of skin.
With a deep breath, Lily slipped into the panties first, pulling them up her thighs and settling them around her hips.
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The silk was cool against her skin, but as she adjusted the panties, she realized they were significantly tighter than she'd anticipated. When she looked down, her breath caught in her throat. The midnight blue silk had pulled taut across her mound, creating a pronounced divide that perfectly outlined the shape of her labia. The fabric had wedged itself between her lips, creating what she could only describe as the most shameless cameltoe she'd ever seen in her life.
"Oh my God," she whispered, turning to examine herself in the mirror. The sight that greeted her made her cheeks burn hot with embarrassment. The high-waisted design emphasized her narrow waist, which might have been flattering if not for how it pulled the crotch even tighter against her sex. The black lace panels that were meant to provide tantalizing glimpses of skin only served to frame the obscene display between her legs, drawing the eye directly to where the silk had molded itself around each distinct curve of her pussy. She could make out the precise outline of her outer labia, plump and clearly defined beneath the straining fabric.
"Everything alright in there?" Ashley called with impatience.
"It's just... a bit snug," Lily replied, turning sideways to examine her reflection. She quickly fastened the bra, which fit perfectly, lifting her breasts into rounded curves that spilled slightly over the top of the cups. The midnight blue silk contrasted beautifully with her pale skin, making it appear almost luminescent in the soft lighting of the dressing room. Despite her misgivings about the panties, she had to admit the overall effect was stunning.
"Come on, Lils," Ashley called again. "I'm dying to see it!"
With a deep breath, Lily stepped out from behind the curtain, walking carefully to avoid drawing attention to the obscene display between her legs.
"Oh my God," Ashley breathed, her eyes widening as she took in Lily's transformation. "Now that is fucking perfection."
Genevieve circled Lily slowly, her experienced gaze taking in every detail of how the lingerie hugged her curves. "Parfait," she murmured. "The fit is exquisite."
Lily shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, and as she did, the tight silk between her legs rubbed against her sensitive flesh. A small, unexpected jolt of pleasure shot through her core, making her breath catch. She froze, momentarily stunned by the sensation.
"Do you like it?" Ashley asked, her eyes gleaming with something that looked suspiciously like knowledge.
"It's beautiful, but I think the panties might be too small," Lily replied, trying to keep her voice steady as she took another step forward. Again, the friction against her most sensitive spot sent a spark of arousal through her body.
Genevieve nodded approvingly. "As I suspected, the cut is divine on you. The way it embraces your curves..." She gestured expressively with her hands.
Lily shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of how the panties clung to her sex. "It's a bit tight, don't you think?" she said, gesturing vaguely toward her lower half.
Ashley exchanged a knowing glance with Genevieve. "Walk around a bit, Lils," Ashley suggested, her voice deceptively casual as she sipped her champagne. "You need to get a feel for how it moves with you."
"Yes," Genevieve agreed, her French accent lilting with practiced elegance. "The Midnight Seduction collection is designed for... movement. The true magic reveals itself when the body is in motion."
Lily hesitated, her thighs pressed together to try and hide the obscene display between them. "I don't know..."
"Just a little walk," Ashley insisted, making a circular motion with her finger. "To the mirror and back. Let's see how it moves with you."
Reluctantly, Lily took a tentative step forward, and immediately felt the silk fabric shift against her clit, making her gasp softly.
"Now turn and come back toward me." Ashley encouraged, her gaze fixed on Lily's body with unabashed appreciation.
Lily complied, each step causing the tight fabric to rub against her increasingly sensitive flesh. The silk, which had been cool at first, now felt warm and damp against her skin. With mounting horror, she realized her body was responding to the constant stimulation.
"That's it," Ashley encouraged, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Take your time. Really feel how it embraces you."
Each step made the tight silk rub directly against Lily's clit, which was beginning to swell beneath the unrelenting pressure. The friction was exquisite torture—not enough to push her over any edge, but more than enough to kindle a slow-burning fire in her
Lily glanced nervously at the mirrors surrounding her, mortified to see that her nipples had hardened visibly beneath the midnight blue silk of the bra. The tight fabric of the panties had begun to create a damp spot where it pressed against her sex, the moisture darkening the already deep blue material to an even more noticeable shade. . She inhaled sharply, trying to mask her reaction as she stopped abruptly, her hand instinctively moving to adjust the panties that had wedged themselves so intimately between her folds.
"God, these are so tight," she muttered, her fingers tugging at the high waistband in a desperate attempt to create some space between the silk and her increasingly wet center. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to find a more comfortable position, but each subtle movement only served to intensify the delicious friction against her swollen clit. The more she tried to adjust the fabric, the more it seemed to mold itself to her contours, as if the lingerie had been designed specifically to torment her.
Ashley watched with undisguised amusement, her eyes gleaming as she tracked Lily's futile attempts to find relief. "Having a little problem there, Lils?" she asked, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. She rose from the chaise, champagne flute in hand, and circled Lily slowly, her gaze lingering on the visible dampness that had begun to seep through the midnight blue silk. "Or should I say, having a little too much fun?"
Genevieve stepped forward, her silver bob catching the light as she moved with elegant precision. "Ah, I see you've discovered the secret of the Midnight Seduction collection," she said, her French accent more pronounced as she circled Lily with professional admiration. "These are not ordinary panties, ma chérie."
Lily froze, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she felt another surge of moisture between her legs. "What do you mean?" she asked.
Genevieve's perfectly painted red lips curved into a knowing smile. "The silk is infused with a proprietary blend of natural aphrodisiacs—jasmine and damiana—that activate with body heat," she explained, her manicured fingers hovering just above the damp fabric without touching Lily's skin. "But the true genius is in the cut. You see how it nestles between your delicate folds? This is by design."
Ashley chuckled softly, swirling her champagne. "I told you Genevieve was an artist."
"The pressure against your most sensitive areas creates a subtle but constant stimulation," Genevieve continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "The more you move, the more aroused you become. The more aroused you become, the wetter the silk gets. And the wetter the silk gets… the more it clings," Genevieve finished with a knowing smile. "It becomes quite the delicious predicament."
Lily's eyes widened as understanding dawned. "You knew," she hissed at Ashley, trying to keep her voice steady as another wave of pleasure rolled through her core. "You knew exactly what these would do."
Ashley's lips curved into an unrepentant smile. "Consider it a preview of coming attractions," she purred, raising her champagne flute in a mock toast. "A little taste of what awaits you and Charlie... and me."
Genevieve stepped back, her professional demeanor returning as she nodded approvingly. "These pieces are quite popular among our most discerning clients," she said, her tone matter-of-fact despite the subject matter. "Particularly for those special occasions when one wishes to remain in a state of... heightened awareness throughout an evening."
Lily's thighs clenched involuntarily, sending another jolt of exquisite pressure directly against her clit. A soft, unbidden whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it. "I'm going to change," she announced, her voice wavering as she took a step toward the dressing room. The silk panties had become a sweet torment, clinging to her wet flesh like a second skin, the friction against her clit growing more intense with each step.
"Wait," Genevieve called softly, her silver bob catching the light as she moved toward Lily with graceful purpose. "Before you change, there is one more piece I would like you to consider. Something perhaps more... traditional, yet no less effective."
Lily paused, her hand already on the velvet curtain of the changing room. The midnight blue silk between her legs was now thoroughly damp, clinging to her swollen folds like a lover's tongue.
"I'm not sure I can handle anything more... innovative," Lily said, her voice strained as she tried to maintain her composure despite the persistent throbbing between her thighs.
Genevieve returned with a knowing smile, several more hangers draped over her arm. "If I may suggest," she said, holding up a yellow lingerie set that made Lily's breath catch. Unlike the others, this one had an ethereal quality—sheer panels of butter-yellow silk alternating with strategically placed lace appliqués that would cover just enough to tantalize rather than expose completely.
"This is from our Honeyed Desires collection," Genevieve explained, "The color is particularly flattering for those with fair skin like Mademoiselle's."
Lily reached out, running her fingertips over the gossamer-light material. It felt like touching a cloud, so different from the tight, confining midnight blue set that was still sending waves of unwanted pleasure through her core with every subtle movement.
"It’s pretty," she said, her voice betraying her eagerness to escape the torturous blue panties. She accepted the yellow set from Genevieve with trembling fingers and retreated behind the velvet curtain once more.
Inside the dressing room, Lily peeled the damp midnight blue silk from her body with a mixture of relief and lingering arousal. The fabric had left angry red marks where it had pressed into her skin, and her sex felt swollen and hypersensitive. She took a moment to catch her breath, pressing her thighs together against the persistent throbbing between them.
“You okay over there?" Ashley's voice drifted through the curtain, tinged with amusement.
Lily glanced down at her naked body, still flushed with arousal, nipples hardened to stiff peaks. The midnight blue panties lay discarded on the floor, a damp testament to how affected she'd been. She closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure. "I'm fine," she called back, her voice betraying her breathlessness. "Just... getting out of this torture device you put me in."
"Take all the time you need," Ashley replied, her tone playful. "Though from the way those blue panties were clinging to you, I half expect to hear you moaning in there any second now."
Lily's cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Ashley!" she hissed, glancing nervously at the curtain as if her friend might peek through at any moment.
Ashley's laugh was low and knowing. "What? It's just us girls here. And honestly, I wouldn't blame you. Those Midnight Seduction panties are effective as fuck."
With careful movements, she unhooked the yellow bra from its hanger and examined it more closely. The cups were fashioned from layers of sheer yellow silk that would allow her skin to show through while the strategically placed lace appliqués—delicate honeycomb patterns—would cover just enough to maintain some semblance of modesty.
She slipped her arms through the delicate straps and fastened the clasp behind her back. Immediately, she noticed the bra was snugger than expected, pushing her breasts upward and creating a more pronounced cleavage than she was accustomed to. The cups, while beautiful, seemed designed for someone with a slightly smaller bust, causing her flesh to spill over the edges in a way that was both flattering and slightly obscene. The delicate fabric stretched across her chest, causing her breasts to spill slightly over the top and sides of the cups. The honeycomb lace appliqués that were meant to provide strategic coverage barely contained her nipples, which were still stiff thanks to the Midnight Seduction set.
"This can't be right," she murmured, turning to examine herself in the mirror. Despite the tightness, she couldn't deny the effect was striking. The butter-yellow color against her pale skin made her look almost luminous, giving her an ethereal quality that was both innocent and deeply erotic. With a deep breath, Lily stepped into the matching panties, a confection of the same sheer yellow silk with honeycomb lace panels strategically placed over the front. As she pulled them up her thighs, she realized with growing dismay that these, too, were cut smaller than her usual size. "Oh no," she whispered as she settled the panties into place. The waistband sat lower than intended, and the leg openings cut higher. Lily turned to each mirror, examining herself from every angle with mounting concern. The panties clearly exposed the edges of her labia, creating an almost vulgar display that made her face flush with embarrassment.
As Lily turned further to assess the back view, she was mortified to discover that the panties weren't just revealing—they were practically nonexistent from behind. The sight in the mirror made Lily's breath catch in her throat. The back of the panties were barely more than a thin strip of yellow silk that vanished between her buttocks, exposing not just the full curves of her cheeks but revealing the very beginning of her crack. The waistband sat so low that it showcased the dimples at the base of her spine, while the thin string of fabric that served as the back of the panties disappeared completely between her pale buttcheeks, only to emerge again as a slender yellow ribbon that connected to the equally minimal front panel.
"Genevieve?” Lily called out hesitantly, her voice tight with uncertainty. "I think there's been a mistake with the sizing."
"Let us see," Ashley replied, her voice eager with anticipation.
Lily took a deep breath, steeling herself before stepping out from behind the curtain. The cool air of the boutique kissed her exposed skin, making her painfully aware of just how little the yellow ensemble actually covered.
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Ashley's eyes widened, her lips parting in a silent gasp of appreciation. "Holy shit," she breathed, setting her champagne flute aside to focus entirely on Lily's transformation. "That's... that's perfect."
Genevieve circled Lily slowly, her experienced eyes taking in every detail of how the lingerie clung to her curves. "Magnifique," she murmured, her French accent more pronounced with approval. "Absolutely exquisite."
Lily shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust the panties that seemed determined to expose rather than conceal. "I think I need a larger size," she muttered, tugging at the edges of the panties in a futile attempt to cover more of herself. The more she adjusted, the more the fabric seemed to shift and settle into the most revealing position possible.
"Non, non, ma chérie," Genevieve said, her voice soft but authoritative. "This is precisely how the Honeyed Desires collection is meant to be worn." Her red-lacquered nails traced the edge of the bra where Lily's flesh spilled over. "You see, the design is intentional—to create this..." she gestured eloquently, "this beautiful overflow. Like honey dripping from the comb." Lily's cheeks burned hotter as Genevieve's hands moved to the panties, adjusting them so they sat even lower on her hips, exposing more of her smooth, pale skin. "The beauty of this collection," Genevieve continued, circling behind Lily and making minute adjustments to the back of the panties, "is in its suggestion of containment while offering... liberation."
Ashley watched from the chaise, her eyes gleaming with approval. "It's perfect, Lils. Absolutely fucking perfect." She sipped her champagne, never taking her eyes off her friend's nearly naked form.
Genevieve nodded in agreement, moving back to face Lily. "Mademoiselle Ashley understands perfectly. This lingerie is not meant to hide—it is meant to frame. To accentuate. To celebrate." She gestured toward the mirror. "Look at yourself, truly look."
Reluctantly, Lily turned to face her reflection. The woman staring back at her seemed both familiar and foreign—her body the same one she'd always known, yet transformed by the barely-there yellow fabric into something wild and wanton. Her breasts strained against the delicate cups, creating a lush display of cleavage. The honeycomb lace appliqués covered her nipples, but only just, creating a teasing peek-a-boo effect that drew the eye rather than deterred it. Lower, the panties sat provocatively on her hips, the fabric stretching taut across her mound. The sheer panels revealed glimpses of her skin beneath, while the strategically placed lace did little to conceal the shape and contour of her sex. As she shifted her weight, the fabric moved with her, alternately concealing and revealing the edges of her labia in a tantalizing dance.
"It's like your pussy is being presented on a golden platter," Ashley remarked.
"Ashley!" Lily hissed, mortified.
"She is not wrong," Genevieve said with a small shrug, completely unfazed by Ashley's crude description. "The woman who wears Honeyed Desires does not seek to cover herself—she seeks to present herself as the gift she truly is."
Lily caught her reflection in the surrounding mirrors, seeing herself from every possible angle. As she shifted her weight, she realized that her labia was clearly visible through the sheer portions of the fabric. "I can't possibly wear this," Lily whispered, her voice tight with embarrassment. "It's practically pornographic."
Ashley gave a soft, dismissive laugh. "That's exactly the point. It's supposed to be provocative. Scandalous, even." She rose from the chaise lounge with fluid grace, setting her champagne flute aside as she approached Lily. "I can see you’re not convinced. But I just got a fantastic idea..." Ashley said before exchanging a quick, meaningful glance with Genevieve. "Wait here for just a minute, will you, Lils? Genevieve and I need to discuss something."
Before Lily could protest, Ashley had linked arms with the silver-haired proprietress, and the two women slipped through the beaded curtain, leaving her alone on the raised platform, surrounded by mirrors that reflected her near-nakedness from every conceivable angle.
"Ashley?" Lily called, suddenly feeling more exposed than ever without her friend's reassuring presence. "What are you doing?"
There was only silence for a few minutes until the beaded curtain parted with a soft tinkling sound, and Lily's heart nearly stopped as she saw not just Ashley returning, but a man following closely behind her.
"What?!" Lily gasped, her hands instinctively flying to cover herself—one arm across her breasts, the other the other desperately trying to shield the barely-covered triangle between her legs. "Ashley, what the hell are you doing?!"
The yellow fabric shifted with her sudden movement, causing her right nipple to slip free from behind the honeycomb lace. She quickly readjusted, but not before the man's eyes had registered it.
"Lily, this is George," Ashley announced cheerfully, as if introducing her to someone at a cocktail party rather than while she stood exposed in lingerie. "He works in the warehouse. I thought he might give us a more... comprehensive opinion on the ensemble."
He was an utterly unremarkable man—the type whose face you'd forget moments after meeting him. Of medium height and build, with thin, slightly unkempt brown hair parted to the side and a round nose nose that was a little too small for the rest of his head. He wore the boutique's standard uniform—a crisp black shirt and tailored slacks—which somehow managed to make him look even more average, like a blank canvas deliberately designed not to distract from the merchandise.
George nodded politely, his gaze awkward, yet unmistakably appreciative as it traveled over Lily's nearly naked form.
"Ashley, what the fuck?" Lily hissed, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and mortification. She backed up against the mirrors, as if trying to melt into the reflective surface. "Get him out of here right now!"
Ashley stepped onto the small platform and placed her hands gently but firmly on Lily's shoulders, her touch warm through the thin straps of the yellow bra. "Breathe, Lils," she murmured, her voice low and soothing.
"I don't want his opinion," Lily whispered furiously, her cheeks burning with humiliation. "I want him to leave!"
"Lils, you need to get comfortable with this," Ashley said, her voice low and persuasive as she took hold of Lily’s wrists to pull her hands away from her body. "If we're going to do this threesome, you can't freak out every time a man looks at you. Besides, isn't this exactly what we want? To see how a man reacts to you in this lingerie?"
"Not any man, Ashley!" Lily protested, though she allowed Ashley to guide her hands to her sides, leaving her body exposed once more. "Not a complete stranger in some store."
George, for his part, shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, his eyes darting between Ashley and Lily with growing uncertainty. He cleared his throat, hands fidgeting at his sides. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize—" he began, his voice carrying a slight tremor. "Ms. Park, I'm not sure this is appropriate," he said, his voice surprisingly soft and hesitant. "I wasn’t told why I was needed and I’m not supposed to, uh..." he gestured vaguely toward Lily, careful to keep his eyes averted, "be in the fitting areas with customers."
Ashley turned to him, her expression shifting seamlessly from stern to reassuring. "George, darling, this is a special circumstance. Ms. Collins here is preparing for a very important evening, and we need a man's honest opinion." She moved toward him with practiced grace, placing a hand lightly on his forearm. "And Genevieve gave her blessing, so you’re not gonna get in trouble."
“Well I didn’t!” Lily said, hugging herself tighter, the yellow fabric shifting with each shallow breath she took. "This is ridiculous, Ashley. I'm changing back into my clothes."
"Wait," Ashley said, her voice taking on a softer quality that Lily rarely heard. She approached slowly, like one might a frightened animal. "Lils, do you remember what you told me this morning? About Charlie?"
Lily swallowed hard, the memory of their earlier conversation flooding back—her frustration, her husband's dismissal, the words that had cut deeper than he'd known. You're not exactly adventurous.
"This is your chance to prove him wrong," Ashley continued. "Just step outside your comfort zone for a moment and let the man give an opinion. Nothing more."
George remained rooted to his spot, looking like he wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole. "I can leave if this is causing distress," he said. There was something unexpectedly gentle about his tone, a hesitancy that made Lily pause in her anger. His discomfort seemed genuine, his cheeks flushed almost as deeply as her own.
"No," Ashley said firmly, not taking her eyes off Lily. "You stay right where you are, George." She turned to Lily, her expression softening into something almost maternal despite the absurdity of the situation. "Lils, think about it. This is exactly what we're preparing for. If you can't handle George looking at you here, in this controlled environment, how are you going to handle what we have planned?"
Lily bit her lower lip, torn between the impulse to flee and a strange, unexpected flutter of excitement stirring in her belly. "I don't know," she murmured, "this is just so... I don't know," she repeated, her voice trailing off as she caught her reflection once more in the surrounding mirrors.
Ashley stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that only Lily could hear. "Look at him for a second, Lils. I mean really look at him." Despite herself, Lily's eyes flickered to George. He stood awkwardly by the curtain, his gaze alternating between the floor and brief, hungry glances at her body. There was something undeniably thrilling about the way his eyes darkened when they landed on her, the slight parting of his lips, the flush creeping up his neck. "See how much power you have right now?" Ashley murmured, her breath warm against Lily's ear. "You've rendered him completely speechless. That poor bastard is trembling because of you."
Lily swallowed hard, a strange heat beginning to pool low in her belly.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Ashley pressed, her voice silky. "To know that you can reduce a man to this state just by existing in that little scrap of yellow silk?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Lily whispered back, but her protest lacked conviction. She could feel it—the shift in the air, the tingle of awareness across her skin, the way her nipples had hardened again just from being watched.
"Don't you?" Ashley's smile was knowing. "I think you’re liking this more than you're willing to admit."
"I've never..." Lily began, her voice barely audible.
"Never what? Been looked at like you're a fucking goddess?" Ashley's voice was gentle despite her crude language. "Never felt the raw power of your own sexuality?"
Lily couldn't deny it. There was something intoxicating about standing here, nearly naked, watching this stranger struggle to maintain his composure because of her. "Fine," she whispered, so softly that Ashley had to lean closer to hear. "He can stay. But just... just for an opinion."
Ashley's smile was triumphant as she stepped back, addressing George with renewed confidence. "See? All settled. Now, George, we'd like your honest opinion on this lingerie. Please, come a little closer.”
George hesitated, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "I... I don't think that would be appropriate."
"George, don't be ridiculous. I'm asking for your professional opinion," Ashley said, her tone hardening slightly as she gestured toward Lily with an elegant sweep of her hand. "After all, isn't it part of your job to assist customers in making informed decisions about their purchases?"
George shifted his weight uncomfortably, his eyes darting between Ashley's commanding presence and Lily's nearly naked form. "Uh… I typically I work in inventory."
"Perfect," Ashley interrupted, stepping closer to him. "Then you understand fabric, fit, quality. That's exactly what we need right now." She placed a hand on his shoulder, gently but firmly guiding him a few steps closer to the platform where Lily stood frozen, her arms still partially covering her body despite her tentative agreement.
"I'm not sure this is—" George began again, but Ashley cut him off with a gentle squeeze of his shoulder.
"Look at her, George," Ashley commanded softly. "Really look at her and tell us what you see."
George cleared his throat, his eyes cautiously rising to take in Lily's form. Lily felt her heartbeat accelerate as George's gaze finally settled on her body. His eyes widened slightly, his breath catching audibly in his throat. The intensity of his stare made her skin prickle with a strange, electric awareness. Despite her embarrassment, she felt something shift inside her—a flicker of power, of feminine pride in the unmistakable effect she was having on that man.
George's gaze flickered nervously between Ashley and Lily, his hands fidgeting at his sides. "I'm really not supposed to—"
"George," Ashley interrupted, her tone firmer now as she closed the distance between them. She reached out, her manicured fingers wrapping around his wrist in a grip that looked gentle but clearly wasn't. "I didn't ask what you're supposed to do. I asked for your opinion on my friend's lingerie."
"She looks..." he began, his voice catching. He cleared his throat again. "Pretty. Very pretty."
"That’s it?" Ashley urged, moving to stand beside him, her eyes gleaming with approval. "What exactly do you find pretty about it?"
Lily watched the interaction with a mixture of mortification and a strange, unexpected flutter of excitement. "Ashley, this isn't necessary," Lily protested weakly, though she made no move to retreat to the changing room. Her heart hammered in her chest as Ashley guided George even closer to the platform where she stood.
"It's absolutely necessary," Ashley countered, positioning George directly in front of Lily. "If we're going to spend this kind of money, we need to be sure it has the desired effect." She turned to George, her expression brooking no argument. "Now, tell us what you think. And don't hold back—I want your honest, unfiltered reaction."
George stood barely three feet from Lily now, close enough that she could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the slight tremor in his hands. His gaze traveled slowly up her body, lingering on the places where the yellow fabric strained against her curves.
"I... um..." he began, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat, a flush creeping up his neck. "It's very... flattering."
Ashley laughed, the sound rich and knowing. "Flattering? That's the best you can do? Come on, George. Tell us what you really think." She moved behind him, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders as she leaned in close to his ear. "Tell us what a man sees when he looks at my friend in this little yellow nothing."
George's cheeks flushed deeper, but his gaze remained fixed on Lily, growing bolder with each passing second. "The way the bra... pushes everything up," he said, gesturing vaguely toward Lily's chest.
"Better," Ashley nodded approvingly. "What else?"
George swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving Lily's body. "The color," he managed, his voice growing steadier as Ashley's hands remained firmly on his shoulders. "It makes her skin look... like she's glowing."
"That's still too safe," Ashley chided, her voice taking on a harder edge. She stepped closer to George, her lips nearly brushing his ear. "I want to know what you're really thinking when you look at her. The thoughts you'd never say out loud."
"Ashley, please," Lily protested, her voice quavering. "This is going too far."
But Ashley ignored her, focusing entirely on George. "Tell us what you see when you look at her breasts in that bra. Don't be polite. Be honest."
George's breathing quickened visibly, his chest rising and falling with increasing rapidity. "They're... they're spilling out," he admitted, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
"And?" Ashley pressed, her fingers digging slightly into his shoulders.
"And I can see her nipples," he continued, the words tumbling out faster now. "They're hard."
Lily gasped softly, her arms instinctively moving to cover herself again, but Ashley shot her a warning glance that froze her in place.
"What about lower down?" Ashley urged, her voice silky smooth as she guided George's gaze downward. "What do you see when you look at those little yellow panties?"
"This is ridiculous," Lily whispered, though she still made no move to cover herself.
George hesitated, his eyes dropping to the barely-there triangle of yellow silk between Lily's thighs. "They're... revealing," he said finally, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I can see..." he began, hesitating.
Lily felt her cheeks burn hotter, but to her surprise, the heat wasn't confined to her face. It spread downward, flooding her chest, her belly, settling between her legs with a pulsing intensity that made her press her thighs together. The movement drew George's attention immediately, his gaze sharpening with interest.
"Say it," Ashley commanded, her voice leaving no room for refusal.
"I can see the shape of her... her pussy," he finally admitted.
Lily's cheeks burned hotter than ever, her heart hammering against her ribs after she listened to the word.
"And?" Ashley prompted, her smile widening as she noted the growing bulge in George's tailored slacks. "What else can you see?"
"I can see..." George's voice grew rougher, his professional demeanor crumbling completely under Ashley's persistent pressure. "I can see the outline of her lips. They're... they're plump. Swollen."
Lily whimpered softly, mortified and shiftting uncomfortably, causing the already precarious positioning of the honeycomb lace to slip slightly, revealing the edge of one areola. She quickly adjusted it, but not before George's eyes had registered the brief exposure.
"What would you do to her if you could?" Ashley whispered, just loud enough for Lily to hear.
"Ashley!" Lily protested, her voice tight with embarrassment. "This is going too far."
"Is it?" Ashley challenged, her eyebrow arching elegantly. She turned back to George. "Answer the question, George.”
George's gaze lingered on Lily's body, his breathing becoming increasingly labored. He opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated, his professional instincts still battling with the growing arousal evident by the big tent on the front of his pants.
"We’re waiting, George," Ashley said, her voice a silken purr as she slowly slid her hand around his waist, her fingers tracing the outline of his belt before drifting lower to brush against the front of his tailored slacks. "Tell us what you'd do to her if you could."
"Ashley, stop it," Lily hissed, though she remained unable to look away as Ashley's fingers began to trace the outline of George's erection through the fabric.
"I'm just helping our friend be honest," Ashley replied with a predatory smiile as she applied gentle pressure with her palm. "Isn't that right, George? You want to be honest with us, don't you?"
George's breath hitched, his hips instinctively pushing forward against Ashley's hand. "Y–Yes," he managed to answer.
"Then tell Lily what you're thinking," Ashley commanded, her hand moving in slow, deliberate circles. "Tell her what you'd do to her if you could."
Lily felt as though she couldn't breathe, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the barely-there yellow bra. She knew she should stop this, should retreat to the dressing room and end this bizarre, inappropriate scene—but her feet remained rooted to the spot, her body betraying her with its response to George's hungry gaze.
“I'd…” George swallowed hard, his resistance crumbling as Ashley's hand continued its torturous exploration. "I'd start by touching her breasts," he admitted, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "They're so perfect. I'd want to feel how soft they are."
"This is completely inappropriate," Lily whispered, but the words lacked conviction, and her nipples had hardened further at his words, the sensitive peaks clearly visible through the sheer yellow fabric. She crossed her arms over her chest, but Ashley clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
"Don't hide from him, Lils," Ashley admonished, her hand now openly massaging George's erection through his pants. "Let him see exactly what he wants to touch."
"This is insane," Lily protested weakly, even as she slowly, reluctantly, lowered her arms, exposing her barely-covered breasts once more. The honeycomb lace had shifted again, revealing the outer edge of one areola. The sight drew a low groan from George, who seemed to have forgotten his earlier hesitation.
“That's better," Ashley purred, her hand now working more deliberately against the front of George's pants. Her fingers found his zipper, and with a slow, deliberate movement, she began to lower it. The sound seemed deafening in the hushed atmosphere of the private salon. "Now, George, tell us more. What else would you do to my friend?"
George's breathing had become ragged, his professional demeanor completely abandoned as Ashley's hand slipped inside his pants. "I'd... I'd kiss my way down her body," he confessed, his voice thick with arousal. "I'd taste every inch of her skin until I reached those tiny panties."
Ashley smiled approvingly, her fingers working more deliberately now, tracing the length of him through the fabric of his underwear. "What else?" she prompted, watching Lily's reaction with knowing eyes.
"This has gone far enough," Lily said, but she continued to stand there, unable to tear her eyes away from Ashley's hand as it began to stroke George more deliberately.
"I don't think it's gone nearly far enough," Ashley countered, her fingers now slipping under the waistband of George’s white briefs. "Tell Lily exactly what you'd do once you reached those pretty yellow panties.” Ashley commanded George, her free hand gripping his shoulder to steady him as she continued her ministrations.
George's eyes were glazed now, his focus entirely on Lily's body as Ashley stroked him. "I'd pull them to the side," he groaned, his hips pushing forward into Ashley's hand. "I'd spread her open with my thumbs and lick her until she begged me to stop."
“Oh my God," Lily whispered, her thighs pressing together involuntarily as a surge of unwanted arousal flooded her core. The yellow silk between her legs felt suddenly damp, clinging to her swollen flesh in a way that made her squirm.
Ashley's smile was triumphant as she withdrew her hand from George's pants. For a moment, Lily thought the surreal encounter might be ending. But instead, she unbuckled George's belt and pushed his pants down to his thighs, exposing the plain tighty whities that did nothing to conceal his straining erection.
"Ashley, stop it," Lily hissed, her eyes wide with shock. "Someone could walk in!"
"Genevieve knows exactly what we're doing," Ashley replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Trust me, we won't be interrupted." Before Lily could protest further, Ashley hooked her fingers into the waistband of George's underwear and pulled it down, releasing his cock with an audible slap against his lower abdomen. Lily gasped at the sight of him—thick and rigid, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
"My, my," Ashley purred, wrapping her fingers around his girth. "Look what you've done to poor George, Lils. He's absolutely throbbing for you."
"Keep talking, George," Ashley commanded after grabbing his cock again. "Tell Lily exactly what you'd do to her with this big cock of yours."
"This is crazy," Lily whispered, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from Ashley's hand as it began to stroke George deliberately, from base to tip.
George groaned, his head tilting back slightly as Ashley's thumb circled the sensitive head of his penis, spreading the moisture gathered there. "I'd fuck her mouth first," he rasped, all pretense of propriety abandoned. "I'd slide my cock between those pretty lips and watch her take me all the way down her throat."
Lily's breath caught, her cheeks burning with shame.
"Would you like that, Lils?" Ashley asked, her voice honeyed and provocative. "Would you like to feel George's thick cock stretching those pretty lips of yours?"
"I can't believe you right now," Lily whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of shock and unwanted excitement.
"Look at her, George," Ashley instructed, smiling from ear to ear, her hand moving faster now, the wet sounds of her stroking clearly audible in the quiet boutique. "Look at what you're doing to her. See how she can't keep still?"
George's eyes were dark with lust as they raked over Lily's body. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with need. Then he moaned as Ashley increased her pace, her wrist twisting slightly on each upstroke. "Let’s keep going. What else would you do to her?" she prompted, her free hand moving to cup his testicles. "Be specific."
"I'd bend her over," George groaned, his hips beginning to thrust forward to meet Ashley's strokes. "I'd tear those yellow panties off with my teeth and spread her legs wide."
Lily whimpered softly, her hand unconsciously moving to her throat, fingers trailing down to her collarbone as she listened to George's graphic description. "Jesus, Ashley," Lily whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from George's exposed cock. "What are you doing?"
"Helping our friend be honest. It's so much easier for men to speak the truth when they're like this, don't you think?" Ashley replied, her voice a silky purr as her manicured fingers barely encircled his girth, the red of her nails a stark contrast against his flesh. "Keep talking, George," Ashley commanded, her grip tightening slightly. "Tell Lily exactly what you'd do to her tight little pussy after spreading her legs."
Lily's breath caught in her throat, her pulse hammering in her ears as she watched Ashley's hand work George's cock with mesmerizing precision. She should leave—she knew she should leave—but her legs refused to obey, her body rooted to the spot as if held there by some invisible force.
"I'd..." George swallowed hard, his voice rough with need as Ashley's hand quickened its pace. "I'd fuck her with my fingers first. Get her nice and wet for my cock."
Ashley smiled approvingly, her hand continuing its rhythmic stroking. "How many fingers, George? Be specific."
"Two at first," he groaned. "Then three. I'd stretch her open, make her ready for me."
Lily whimpered, a soft, involuntary sound that escaped her lips before she could stop it. The yellow silk between her legs was growing damper by the second, clinging to her swollen clit in a way that created an exquisite friction with every subtle movement.
"Look at that," Ashley murmured, her eyes fixed on the growing wet spot on Lily's panties. "I think she likes the sound of that, George." She twisted her wrist on the upstroke, drawing another groan from George's lips. "What would you do next?"
"I'd bend her over," George gasped, his professional demeanor completely abandoned now. "Face down, ass up. I'd grab her hips and slide my cock into her from behind."
"Show him, Lils," Ashley's voice dropped to a silky whisper, her hand still working George's cock with languid precision. "Turn around. Let George see what he's fantasizing about."
Lily hesitated, her heart hammering against her ribs. The yellow lingerie felt like it was burning against her skin, the damp fabric between her legs a humiliating reminder of her body's traitorous response to this bizarre situation.
"I… shouldn’t," she whispered, though even to her own ears, her protest lacked conviction.
Ashley's eyes locked with hers, dark and knowing. "Yes, you most definitely should," she murmured, her voice gentle yet commanding. "Just a little turn, Lils. Show him that perfect ass of yours. Let him see exactly what he'd be grabbing onto while he fucks you from behind."
George could only nod, his mouth hanging slightly open as Ashley's strokes became faster, more deliberate. "Show him, Lily. Show him what he wants so desperately." Her hand stilled on George's cock, causing him to groan with frustration. "I won't continue until you do."
Lily's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. Something was happening inside her—a shift, subtle yet profound. The room seemed to shrink around them. When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was drawn to George's cock, now motionless in Ashley's grip. The sight of him—rigid, throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum—sent a jolt of heat straight to her core.
"Please," George whispered, his voice cracking with need. "Please don't stop."
Ashley's fingers remained still, wrapped firmly around his shaft but refusing to move. "That's up to Lily," she replied, her voice smooth as silk.
The rational part of Lily’s brain was still screaming at her to flee, to end this bizarre, inappropriate encounter—but another part urged her to comply. She felt a sudden, inexplicable panic at the thought of Ashley stopping—as if something precious was being taken away. The wet spot between her legs grew larger as she realized she wanted—needed—to see Ashley stroke this stranger to completion. Wanted to witness the moment he came undone because of her body, because of her.
"Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible even in the hushed atmosphere of the boutique. She took a deep breath, steadying herself on the platform. "Just... just don't stop what you're doing."
Ashley's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Don't stop what, Lils?" she asked innocently, her hand still maddeningly still around George's throbbing erection.
"You know what," Lily muttered as she began to turn with trembling legs, moving agonizingly slow as she pivoted away from George and Ashley.
As if in a trance, Lily found herself slowly turning away from George and Ashley, presenting her back to them.
"That's it," Ashley encouraged, her voice dropping even lower. "One little turn."
With each degree of her slow rotation, Lily felt the air in the salon grow heavier, more charged. The mirrors that surrounded the platform captured her movement from every angle, creating an infinity of yellow-clad Lilys, all turning in perfect synchronicity. As her back came into view, she heard George's sharp intake of breath, followed by a low, guttural moan that sent another rush of wetness between her thighs.
Lily glanced over her shoulder, her dark hair falling in a cascade across her back as she caught George's expression in the mirror, his face contorted with pleasure as Ashley's hand finally resumed its movement, stroking from base to tip with deliberate precision. His gaze was fixed on the curve of her ass where the thin strip of fabric had completely disappeared between the round globes of her cheeks, leaving them fully exposed in all their firm and pale glory.
"Magnificent, isn't she?" Ashley purred, her hand resuming its languid strokes along George's shaft. "Look at that perfect ass, George. Tell her what you want to do to it."
His face was transformed by raw, animal hunger now, his eyes wide, pupils dilated, mouth slightly parted. She'd never seen a man look at her with such unbridled lust before, certainly not Charlie in the last couple of years.
"I want to..." he began, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, a primal hunger overtaking his features. Ashley prompted, her hand slowing its motion on his cock, teasing him, forcing him to articulate his darkest desires. "What do you want to do to that perfect ass, George? Don't hold back now."
George swallowed hard, his professional demeanor completely abandoned as Ashley's hand continued its torturous rhythm. "I want to spread those cheeks apart," he confessed, his voice dropping to a hoarse whisper. "I want to bury my face between them."
Lily's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain they could hear it.
"And then what?" Ashley urged. "What would you do once you had her cheeks spread wide open?"
George groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily into Ashley's grip. "I want to lick her asshole," he admitted, the crude words spilling from his lips without hesitation. "I wanna bury my tongue in that tight little hole."
Lily gasped when she felt her asshole clench involuntarily at his words, her hand flying to her mouth as her knees trembled, simultaneously horrified and aroused by the rawness of his confession.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Lils?" Ashley purred, her dark eyes meeting Lily's in the mirror. Her voice was honey-smooth, dripping with suggestion as her wrist drew another groan from George. "Having his tongue circling that tight little hole of yours while you're bent over, completely at his mercy?"
"Ashley, please," Lily whispered, but the protest died on her lips as her gaze flickered back to George's cock, thick and purple-headed in Ashley's relentless grip. Despite herself, Lily felt her own asshole pulse and contract again at the thought of what George had described, her body betraying her with its visceral response.
"Look at her, George," Ashley purred, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "See how she can't take her eyes off your cock? I think our little Lily is enjoying this more than she's willing to admit."
Lily wanted to protest, to deny the accusation, but the words died in her throat as another clench rippled through her most forbidden opening. She'd never experienced anything like this before—this visceral, primal response to watching another woman pleasuring a man she didn't even know. The yellow silk between her legs was soaked now, clinging to her swollen labia and outlining every fold and curve with shameless precision.
"Bend forward just a little," Ashley instructed, her voice thick with an emotion Lily couldn't quite identify. "Let him see how you'd look presented for him."
"Ashley," Lily protested weakly, but even as the word left her lips, she found herself leaning forward slightly, her hands coming to rest on her knees. The position caused her back to arch, her buttocks rising higher, the yellow thong pulling tighter against her sex.
"Jesus Christ," George groaned.
Lily shuddered, acutely aware of how the yellow silk had wedged itself between her ass cheeks, exposing most of her asshole to George's hungry stare. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the movement causing the fabric to slide deeper into the cleft, creating a sensation that was both uncomfortable and unexpectedly arousing.
“Come on, arch your back a little more, Lils," Ashley's voice was a silken command, her hand never ceasing its rhythmic stroking of George's cock. "Like a cat stretching."
Lily caught her reflection in the mirrors surrounding them, and the sight made her throat tighten. She barely recognized herself—cheeks flushed, eyes dark with an emotion she refused to name, body posed in a way that was unmistakably submissive.
"Li–Like this?" she asked, her voice barely audible as she arched her back a fraction more.
"Almost," Ashley purred, her free hand coming to rest on the small of Lily's back. The touch was light but insistent, applying just enough pressure to guide Lily into a deeper arch. "But I still think we need to give George a better view." She stepped closer to Lily, her free hand coming to rest at the small of her back. "Spread your legs a little wider for us, Lils."
Lily hesitated, but soon found herself shifting her stance, her feet moving farther apart on the plush carpet of the platform.
"That's better," Ashley murmured, her voice dropping to a seductive hum. "Now reach back and pull those cheeks apart. Just a little. Show George your pretty little hole."
"What? No!" Lily gasped, straightening slightly as she turned to look at Ashley over her shoulder. "That's too much, Ash. I can't—"
"You can," Ashley interrupted, her expression softening into something almost maternal despite the obscenity of her request. "Just a peek," Ashley continued, her voice a silken caress. "A little tease. Nothing more."
Lily swallowed hard, her throat tight with a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, electric excitement that she couldn't quite suppress. "Fine," she whispered, already reaching behind herself, her trembling fingers hesitating at the curve of her butt. "Just... a peek."
"That's it. Nice and slow. Don't be shy now," Ashley encouraged, her voice a hypnotic purr as she continued to stroke George with deliberate, measured movements. "Just a little pull. Imagine it's Charlie back there, desperate for a peek at that tight little hole of yours."
The mention of her husband sent a confusing surge of guilt and arousal through Lily's core. With a shaky exhale, she began to spread her cheeks apart, just the slightest bit. "I... I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered, more to herself than to Ashley or George. But even as the words left her lips, her fingers were curling around the soft flesh, pressing into the yielding skin.
“Oh fuck," George groaned, the words sounding as if they'd been torn from his throat. His cock twitched visibly in Ashley's grip, a bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip.
"More," Ashley commanded, and Lily watched her own fingers in the mirror, digging deeper into her flesh to pull her cheeks wider apart. She found herself mesmerized by the sight of herself in this obscene position—bent forward, legs spread, hands pulling her own cheeks apart to expose herself to a complete stranger.
"Beautiful," Ashley breathed, her hand quickening its pace on George's shaft. "Look at that tight little hole, George. Perfect and pink, just begging to be licked."
George could only nod, his eyes fixed on the forbidden sight Lily was presenting. The pink, puckered flesh seemed to pulse under his stare, the tight ring of muscle clenching involuntarily as cool air caressed it.
"Tell her," Ashley prompted, her hand stilling on his shaft. "Tell Lily exactly what you think about what you're seeing."
"It's..." George swallowed hard, his voice rough with need. "It's so fucking hot. I need to fuck it. I need to fuck her in the ass."
"Jesus," Lily whimpered, her fingers digging deeper into her flesh as the crude words sent another surge of unwanted arousal through her core.
"Pull a little wider," Ashley instructed, her voice dropping to a husky command. "Let him see everything."
Lily whimpered softly, her fingers digging deeper into the flesh of her buttocks as she spread herself even wider for his inspection.
"Let him see how tight it is," Ashley said.
"I don't... I don't know what you mean," Lily whimpered.
Ashley's laugh was low and knowing. "Yes, you do, Lils. Touch it. Just the tip of your finger. Circle it slowly."
"Ashley, that's too—" Lily began, but Ashley cut her off.
"Just one finger," Ashley insisted. "One little touch. No one's asking you to push inside. Just trace the rim, feel how sensitive it is."
George groaned at Ashley's words, his cock twitching visibly in her grip. A pearly bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip, sliding down the shaft to coat Ashley's fingers.
"Look how badly he wants to see it," Ashley continued, her strokes becoming slower, more deliberate. "Look how hard his cock is just thinking about your tight little hole."
Lily caught George's reflection in the mirror, his face contorted with need, his hips pushing forward to meet each of Ashley's strokes. There was something undeniably powerful about reducing this man to such a state—his professional demeanor completely abandoned, his control shattered by nothing more than the sight of her body.
"Just one touch," Ashley repeated, her voice gentle but insistent. "For me, Lils. Show me how brave you can be."
Lily swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. With trembling fingers, she adjusted her grip on her right cheek, using her thumb to pull the flesh wider. Her left hand hesitated, hovering just above the pink ring of her asshole.
"That's it," Ashley encouraged, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Just one little touch."
Slowly, as if moving through honey, Lily's index finger descended toward her exposed anus. She could feel the heat radiating from her own flesh, could sense George's gaze following every millimeter of her movement with desperate intensity. "Oh God," she whispered as the pad of her finger made contact with the tight ring of muscle. The sensation was electric—more sensitive than she had anticipated.
"Circle it," Ashley instructed, her voice husky with excitement. "Nice and slow."
Lily complied, her fingertip tracing the puckered rim with feather-light pressure.
“Like what you see, George?" Ashley asked, her voice a silken purr as she stroked him with renewed vigor. "Does Lily's tight little hole make your cock throb?"
"Yes," George groaned, his professional demeanor completely abandoned now. "God, yes."
Lily's finger continued to trace the rim of her puckered opening, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and lust. Each delicate circle sent jolts of sensation radiating outward, making her breath catch in her throat. The yellow silk between her legs had grown impossibly wet and darkened with her juices.
"OH FUCK," George suddenly gasped, his voice strained and desperate. "I'm getting close... I'm going to—." His hips began to thrust more erratically into Ashley's grip, his face contorted with the effort of restraint.
The raw desperation in his voice sent an unexpected jolt of electricity straight to Lily's core. Her finger stilled against her puckered hole, her breath catching in her throat as she watched George's reflection in the mirror. She watched his hips bucking erratically into Ashley's grip, his jaw clenched tight, veins standing out prominently on his neck, and suddenly something primal stirred deep within her—a dark, hungry need that overrode her embarrassment and commanded her body to straighten and turn to face them. "I…," she said, her voice shaky and almost not there, the word tumbling from her lips before she could stop it.
"You what, Lils?" Ashley prompted, her hand slowing on George's shaft, teasing him back from the edge, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Tell us what you want."
"I…" she repeated, the words caught in her throat. The honeycomb lace had shifted during her movements, exposing one pink nipple entirely that she didn’t bother to try and over up. Her gaze was fixed on George's cock - angry, purple-headed, and glistening with pre-cum in Ashley's elegant grip. Her body was humming with a dark electricity she'd only felt a couple of times before, a heady cocktail of power and submission that made her dizzy.
"I want..." she began again, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips as she took a step closer to the edge of the platform. The movement caused the wet yellow silk to shift against her swollen labia, sending a jolt of pleasure up her spine. "I want to feel it.”
Ashley's lips curved into a predatory smile. "Where, exactly?"
Lily swallowed hard, her throat constricting around words she'd never imagined herself saying. "On me," she admitted, the confession sending a rush of heat to her cheeks. "I want to feel it... on my skin."
George's breathing had become ragged, his eyes wild with lust as they fixed on Lily's exposed nipple. "Please," he groaned, the word sounding as if it had been torn from his throat. "Please let me—"
The raw honesty in his voice sent another surge of heat through Lily's core. Before she could second-guess herself, her hand was moving downward, thumbs hooking into the wet crotch of the yellow panties and slowly, deliberately pulling it to the side, exposing her swollen sex to George's hungry stare.
"Look at me," she commanded softly, her fingers trailing across the neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair between her legs.
George's breath caught audibly as Lily's fingers parted her slick folds, revealing the glistening pink flesh beneath. She was wetter than she'd ever been in her life.
"Jesus Fucking Christ," George moaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Ashley's smile widened as she resumed her rhythmic strokes, her pace increasing as she watched Lily's transformation with unveiled delight.
Lily's middle finger circled her entrance, gathering moisture before sliding upward to find her swollen clit. The contact made her gasp, her hips jerking forward involuntarily as pleasure radiated outward from that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Ashley's strokes quickened, her wrist twisting skillfully on each upstroke. "Are you going to cum for us, George?" she purred, her voice thick with excitement. "Are you going to shoot that hot load all over Lily's tight little body?"
George nodded frantically, beyond words now as Ashley's hand worked his shaft with merciless precision. "I'm—oh God—I'm about to cum," he managed, the words breaking on a groan. Lily stepped closer, her heart hammering as she positioned herself directly in front of him. She could feel the heat radiating from George's body, smell the musky scent of his arousal mingling with Ashley's expensive perfume in the close confines of the private salon.
Lily inched forward until George's cock was mere centimeters from her abdomen.
She could see every detail of his engorged member—the prominent veins snaking along its length, the glistening pre-cum beading at the purplish head, the way it pulsed and twitched with each beat of his heart. With trembling fingers, she resumed touching herself, her middle finger finding her clit once more and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves slowly at first, then with increasing urgency as she watched Ashley's hand work George's shaft.
"Look at her, George," Ashley instructed, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Look at how wet she is for you. How badly she wants to feel your hot cum on her skin."
George's eyes were wild with need, his gaze locked on Lily's fingers as they worked against her clit. His breathing had become ragged, shallow pants punctuated by low groans whenever Ashley twisted her wrist on the upstroke.
"Tell her," Ashley commanded, her hand slowing momentarily. "Tell her exactly where you want to cum on her."
"Your stomach," George gasped, his professional demeanor completely abandoned now. "I want to watch it drip down your perfect belly, onto those wet little panties."
Lily whimpered, her fingers moving faster against her clit. The crude words sent another surge of arousal flooding through her core, making her legs tremble beneath her.
"Pull your bra down," Ashley instructed, her gaze never leaving Lily's face. "Let him see those perfect tits."
Without hesitation, Lily reached up with her free hand and tugged the cups of her yellow bra downward, freeing her breasts. Her nipples were hard, aching peaks, flushed a deep rose with arousal. The sudden exposure to cool air made her gasp, her back arching slightly as if offering herself to George's hungry gaze. He was so close now that she could feel the warmth radiating from the swollen head on her abdomen.
"Look at her, George," Ashley commanded, her hand working his shaft with increasing urgency. "Look at what you've done to my prim and proper friend."
George's eyes locked with Lily's, his face a mask of desperate need as Ashley's hand worked him with ruthless precision. Lily's own fingers moved faster between her legs, the slick, wet sounds of her arousal audible even over their ragged breathing. The thin yellow silk of her panties was soaked through, pulled to the side to expose her swollen, glistening sex.
"Get closer," Ashley commanded, her voice thick with excitement. "Press those perfect abs right up against the tip."
Without hesitation, Lily took that final step forward, her taut stomach making contact with George's cock. The touch was electric—his burning heat against her cool skin sending shivers racing up her spine. She could feel him throb against her abdomen, the velvet-soft head leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum across her flesh.
"Oh god," Lily gasped, her fingers circling her clit with increasing urgency. The sensation of George's cock pressed against her stomach was unexpectedly intimate, more erotic than she could have imagined. Her abdominal muscles tightened reflexively, the defined ridges of her stomach creating a rippling landscape against which George's cock twitched and strained.
"I can't—" George choked out, his voice breaking. "I'm going to—"
"Do it," Ashley commanded, her hand moving in a blur now. "Cum all over her. Mark her."
Lily's eyes widened as she watched George's face contort, his jaw clenching as the first powerful spasm rocked through him. She felt rather than saw the initial eruption—a hot, wet splash against her abdomen that made her gasp with shock, her fingers moving faster against her clit, thighs trembling with the effort of remaining upright as she got closer and closer to climax. Ashley angled George's cock deliberately, ensuring his release covered as much of Lily's exposed abdomen as possible as the second pulse hit harder, thicker ropes of pearly white cum shooting across her ripped stomach, some of it landing as high as the underswell of her breasts.
"Oh God," Lily whimpered, the words escaping her lips before she could stop them, her fingers moving frantically against her clit, the sensation building to an almost unbearable intensity. "Oh god, oh my fucking god." George's release continued to slide down her abdomen, warm rivulets tracing the defined lines of her stomach muscles, pooling momentarily in her navel before continuing their descent. The sensation was exquisite torture—each droplet leaving a trail of fire in its wake, heightening her awareness of her own skin. She watched, transfixed, as a particularly thick rope slid slowly down her wrist, following the contours of her hand and gathering momentum as it trailed a warm path straight down, coating her fingers as they circled her clit with increasing urgency.
When it finally reached the tip, the sensation of George's release mingling with her own wetness was intoxicating, and she gasped as the viscous fluid coated her throbbing clit, her head falling back as her fingers moved in tight, desperate circles, spreading George's warm jizz all over her slit. The depravity of the act—touching herself with a stranger's cum—sent a shock of forbidden pleasure throughout her being, and something inside her snapped.
"OH FUCK, OH FUCK, FFFUUUUUCK!," she cried out over the slick, wet sounds of her pussy as the first wave of an incredible orgasm hit her with unexpected force, a violent shudder that started in her core and radiated outward to the very tips of her fingers and toes. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around nothing, each contraction sending fresh jolts of ecstasy racing through her trembling form.
"That's it, girl!" Ashley cheered, her voice triumphant as she continued to stroke George's softening cock, milking the last few drops onto Lily's quivering stomach. "Let it all out!!"
Lily couldn't have stopped if she wanted to. Her body had taken control, operating on pure animal instinct as her hips bucked against her hand. "Oh my god, oh my god!" she sobbed, her voice breaking as her fingers continued their frantic circles against her clit, unable to stop, unwilling to relinquish the exquisite sensation. The yellow panties were soaked through now, the silk darkened to amber where her arousal had saturated the delicate fabric. George's cum continued its slow, inexorable descent down her abdomen, glistening trails mapping the contours of her body like rivers on a topographical map.
"I can't—I can't—" Lily gasped between sobs, her words breaking on hiccupping cries as her fingers continued to work frantically against her clit, unable to stop even as the pleasure bordered on pain. Her entire body convulsed with pleasure, her legs buckling beneath her as the orgasm tore through her with merciless intensity. She would have collapsed if not for Ashley quickly stepping forward, abandoning George's spent cock to catch her friend with one arm while still cheering her on. "Look at you, you fucking badass!" Ashley crowed, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she supported Lily's trembling form. "That's what I'm talking about!"
Lily's head fell back, mouth open, body shuddering through one last powerful spasm causing her abdominal muscles to contract and forcing more of George's cum to dribble down to her thighs.
George could only watch, his spent cock still twitching occasionally as he stared at the once-pristine yellow fabric between Lily's legs, now darkened and completely saturated with a combination of her own arousal and his cum.
"Oh Jesus, oh my god" Lily gasped, her voice barely recognizable—throaty and raw as aftershocks continued to ripple through her quivering form. Her fingers finally stilled against her clit, the oversensitivity becoming too much to bear. She looked down at herself, at the obscene display of her cum-splattered abdomen and stained panties, and felt a strange mixture of shame and triumph wash over her.
"Easy there," Ashley said, her voice warm with approval. "You did beautifully."
Lily collapsed against her friend, wrapping her arms around Ashley and burying her face in the crook of her neck, clinging to her like a child even as herbody continued to quake with tiny tremors, her muscles spasming with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced.
"Shh, I've got you," Ashley told her softly.
For several heartbeats, the only sound in the private salon was their collective breathing—Lily's still rapid and shallow, George's deep and ragged, Ashley's controlled but quickened with excitement.
George stood frozen, his pants and underwear still bunched around his thighs, his softening cock glistening wetly in the boutique's flattering lighting. His eyes remained fixed on Lily's thighs, transfixed by the sight of his release sliding in pearlescent rivulets across her pale skin.
"Thank you, George," Ashley finally said, breaking the spell with her crisp, businesslike tone as Lily's breathing slowly returned to normal, "That was exactly what we needed."
George blinked rapidly, as if awakening from a trance. His hands fumbled clumsily with his underwear, struggling to tuck himself away with shaking fingers. A deep flush crept up his neck, staining his cheeks crimson as the reality of what had just transpired began to sink in. “I should probably–”
"You should go," Ashley finished for him, her voice gentle but firm. "And George? This stays between us. Do you understand?"
"Of course," he replied quickly.
The gentle pressure of Ashley's hand stroking her back created a rhythm for Lily to match her breathing to—in, out, in, out—as she listened to the rustling sounds of George hurriedly fastening his belt.
"It's okay," Ashley murmured, her fingers threading through Lily's dark, disheveled hair now. "He's gone now," Ashley whispered, her breath warm against Lily's ear. "It's just us."
Lily remained pressed against Ashley, inhaling the familiar scent of Chanel No. 5 as the lingering pulses of her orgasm still flickered through her body like distant lightning, each tiny aftershock making her shudder against Ashley's steadying form. Her awareness was returning. bringing with it a flood of conflicting emotions. She could feel George's semen cooling on her skin, sticky trails mapping the contours of her abdomen, and the yellow lingerie clinging to her damp flesh, the once-delicate fabric now a ruined testament to what had just transpired.
Slowly, the tremors subsided, leaving Lily hollowed out and strangely peaceful, as if the storm that had raged through her body had scoured her clean from the inside. Her breathing steadied and her heartbeat gradually slowed to a steadier rhythm. The trembling in her limbs subsided to occasional shivers as reality slowly reasserted itself.
"I can't believe..." Lily finally whispered, her voice hoarse and unfamiliar to her own ears. She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. Instead, she pulled back slightly, her gaze dropping to her abdomen where George's release was drying in pearlescent streaks across her skin, catching the light with each shallow breath she took.
"Look at that," Ashley noted appreciatively. "You're absolutely covered in him."
Lily swallowed hard, her throat tight with emotions she couldn't name. "I can't believe I just did that. In a store. With a stranger watching."
"Look at me," Ashley commanded softly, her fingers gently tilting Lily's chin upward until their eyes met. "No regrets, okay? That was fucking beautiful."
Lily's lower lip trembled as the full weight of what she'd just done hit her. Her fingers trembled as she pulled the cups of her bra back up over her exposed breasts, wincing as the silk stuck to her skin.
Oh God," she whispered, her voice catching. "What have I done? I'm married, Ashley. I just... I just masturbated in front of a complete stranger while he came all over me." The words sounded surreal even as she spoke them, as if describing someone else's transgression.
Ashley's expression softened, her perfectly manicured fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from Lily's flushed face. "Hey, look at me," she said, her voice surprisingly tender. "You're not disgusting. You're awesome."
Lily stared at her reflection in the mirror, taking in the full reality of what she'd just done. Her hair was disheveled, the yellow lingerie hung from her body in disarray, the bra half-off, exposing one nipple completely while the other remained partially covered by the honeycomb lace. The panties were ruined—darkened with her juices and stained with George's cum, which was also drying in streaks across her abdomen, some of it having pooled in her navel while other trails had made their way down to her thighs. "I'm disgusting. This is disgusting."
“Hey, hey, look at me," Ashley said. "This wasn't cheating, Lily. This was… exploration. You didn't even touch him."
"But I wanted to," Lily admitted, her cheeks burning with shame as the confession spilled from her lips. "I wanted him to... I wanted..." She couldn't finish the sentence, the words sticking in her throat as tears welled in her eyes. "What kind of person does that make me?"
"A normal, horny one," Ashley replied, guiding Lily to sit on the edge of the platform.
Ashley knelt down beside Lily, grabbing a tissue from her purse. With deft fingers, she began to wipe away some of the cooling mess from Lily's stomach, her movements gentle and methodical. "You know," she said, her voice taking on a playful lilt, "most women pay hundreds of dollars for a premium skincare treatment like this." She winked, dabbing at a particularly thick streak across Lily's abdomen. "I hear it's packed with protein and collagen. Very moisturizing."
Despite herself, Lily let out a choked laugh that sounded more like a sob. "Oh my God, Ashley. You're terrible." But the absurdity of the moment broke through her spiral of shame, and she found herself giggling.
"I'm just saying," Ashley continued, her smile widening as she saw Lily's mood lighten, "this is like, at least two hundred dollars worth of anti-aging treatment right there." She gestured broadly at the drying streaks. "The Europeans have known about this secret for centuries. Why do you think French women look so good?"
Lily snorted, the sound surprising her as much as it did Ashley. "Stop it," she managed, but the giggles were already escaping. "That's so gross."
Ashley dabbed at a particularly stubborn spot of cum that had dried on Lily's hip bone. "I think it’s safe to say this honeycomb set is definitely the winner, right?”
“I mean, I have to buy it now," she whispered, her fingers tracing the edge of the ruined panties with a strange reverence. "I can't exactly put it back on the rack like this."
"You bought all three sets the moment you put them on, honey," Ashley declared smoothly, rising from the platform with effortless grace. She picked up a fresh champagne flute and took a delicate sip.
“Well, yes, but I can't possibly wear this again." She gestured helplessly at the stained yellow lingerie still clinging to her body. "It's completely ruined,”
"No, honey, it's christened," Ashley corrected, running her finger along one particularly prominent streak on the yellow silk. "Do you have any idea how much some people would pay for pre-soiled lingerie? There's a whole market for it."
"Ashley!" Lily exclaimed, her cheeks flushing anew.
"What? I'm just saying, some men find it incredibly erotic," Ashley continued, unfazed. "Who knows, Charlie might even be one of them."
Lily's eyes widened. "You want me to wear this... for Charlie? After what just happened?"
"It's deliciously depraved," Ashley corrected with a wink.
"It’s disgusting," Lily hissed, despite the treacherous flutter in her lower belly.
"It's primal," Ashley corrected with a knowing smirk. "And don't pretend you're not a little thrilled by how kinky that would be.”
“It’s going straight to the thrash after I pay for it,” Lily replied, without acknowledging what Ashley had just stated.
The beaded curtain parted with a soft tinkling sound, and Genevieve reappeared. Her expression remained impassively professional. "I trust the Honeyed Desires collection met with your approval, mademoiselle?" she inquired, her tone as casual as if she were discussing the weather rather than the lingerie Lily had just been defiled in.
Lily flinched at Genevieve's sudden appearance, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest and pressing her thighs together, as if it could somehow hide the evidence of what had just transpired—the ruined, darkened fabric between her legs, the unmistakable scent of sex that hung in the air like an accusation.
"I—yes," Lily managed to say as she hunched her shoulders forward, trying to make herself smaller. "It's... unique." Her eyes darted desperately around the room, searching for something—anything—to cover herself with. The full horror of standing before this elegant, composed woman while wearing nothing but cum-stained lingerie was almost more than she could bear. She spotted her discarded clothing neatly folded on a velvet chair in the corner, tantalizingly out of reach.
"Perhaps Mademoiselle would like to freshen up before departing? We have a private powder room with all necessary amenities." Geneveive gestured toward a discreet door partially hidden behind a silk screen embroidered with peacocks.
"Yes, thank you," Lily said gratefully, clutching the wet wipes to her chest as she stepped carefully off the platform. Her legs still felt unsteady, trembling slightly with each step. The yellow thong had wedged itself uncomfortably between her lips, the wet fabric sliding against her hypersensitive flesh with each movement. As she made her way to the powder room, she could feel George's release cooling on her skin, leaving sticky trails down her abdomen. The sensation made her shiver, another aftershock of pleasure rippling through her core despite her best efforts to suppress it.
Ashley watched with undisguised amusement as Lily wobbled toward the powder room. "Don't take too long in there," she chuckled.
Standing naked in the elegant powder room, Lily examined the ruined lingerie with a mixture of horror and fascination. She should be disgusted, she thought. She should be mortified beyond words. Yet beneath the expected shame, there was something else—a strange, unfamiliar pride in how thoroughly the garment had been defiled. With trembling hands, she peeled the soiled lingerie from her body, wincing as the fabric pulled away from where it had adhered to her skin. The yellow silk was ruined beyond repair, darkened with moisture and stained with unmistakable evidence of what had transpired. She set it carefully on the marble counter, uncertain what to do with it.
She dressed with mechanical efficiency, pulling on her practical cotton underwear and jeans, buttoning her blouse with fingers that still trembled slightly. With each layer of clothing, she felt more like herself again—or at least, the version of herself she had been before stepping into this boutique.
A soft knock at the door startled her. "Lils? You okay in there?" Ashley's voice was uncharacteristically gentle.
"Yeah, I'll be right out," Lily called, her voice steadier than she expected even as she stared at the yellow lingerie, now a crumpled, stained mess on the marble counter. She should throw it away. It was ruined, after all. Unwearable. A physical reminder of how completely she had lost control of herself in front of a total stranger.
Her fingers hovered over the waste bin's pedal, ready to discard the evidence of her transgression. One quick press, and this sordid chapter would be confined to memory alone. She could walk out of here, back into her real life, and pretend that the woman who had spread herself open for a warehouse employee had been someone else entirely. But as her foot moved toward the pedal, something stopped her.
Lily picked up the soiled panties again, running the ruined silk between her fingers. The fabric was still damp, still warm. The scent of sex rose from it—musky, primal, intoxicating. An olfactory record of her surrender. She brought it closer to her face, inhaling deeply despite herself. The mingled aromas of her own arousal and George's release triggered an unexpected flutter low in her belly.
"What am I doing?" she whispered, her reflection staring back at her with wide, questioning eyes.
Lily's fingers traced the edges of the darkest stain—right at the front of the panties where George's release had met her own wetness. The fabric there was stiffer now, the silk fibers forever altered by their commingled fluids.
With sudden decision, Lily reached for her purse, extracting a small silk pouch she used for jewelry when traveling. She carefully folded the soiled lingerie, tucking it into the pouch with deliberate movements, then secured it in an inner pocket of her handbag. Her heart raced as she completed this clandestine act, a secret thrill coursing through her veins at the knowledge of what she carried. "I'm keeping you…" she whispered to the hidden garment. "Just to remind myself how far is too far."
That was it—nothing more than a cautionary memento, she reasoned.
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To Be Continued…
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