WATCH ME
by
Rachelle Vaughn
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WATCH ME
Copyright © 2012 by Rachelle Vaughn
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Chapter One
Lana felt a tingling sensation at the back of her neck. That inkling of a feeling that told her someone was watching her.
It was a relatively quiet Tuesday night at the Red Valley Mall and Lana was left to entertain herself at the lingerie store where she worked.
The only people around weren’t even technically people, but the mannequins in the front window. Sometimes Lana wished she was a mannequin displayed in the window for people to ogle on their way by. She wouldn’t mind people looking her over, their eyes grazing across her flesh. She’d love to watch women’s eyes widen at her risqué lingerie and watch men’s eyes turn dark with lust as their pants bulged.
Speaking of watching, Lana definitely felt someone’s eyes on her. It appeared she didn’t have to be on display in the window in order to be admired after all.
Someone was watching her. She just knew it. Someone was raking their eyes up and down her spine, creating shivers from her neck all the way down to her ankles.
Lana put down the panties she was folding and faked a stretch. She turned from side to side to inconspicuously see who was behind her.
Nope. No one was in the store. Which was strange because Lana’s gut feelings were usually spot-on. Her intuition had yet to fail her and right now her instincts were telling her she had an admirer. It could be someone out in the mall; a shopper sitting on a bench in the concourse or someone who worked in one of the nearby stores. The possibilities were endless and frankly Lana didn’t mind having an audience one bit.
If anything, the feeling was invigorating. Lana felt herself start to move differently. Swish her hair behind her shoulder. Run her hand sensually down her neck. Glide her tongue across her lips.
She became more aware of her body. How her butt must look to whoever was watching. How it must sway when she walked around the store.
Lana lazily arched her back to stretch her muscles, causing her breasts to thrust out. She debated bending over and giving her watcher a better look at her ass. Don’t be silly, she scolded herself. There probably wasn’t even anyone paying attention to her. But what if there was?
* * *
Ethan couldn’t pry his eyes from the beautiful woman working in the lingerie store across the mall. Did she know her hair fluttered around her shoulders when she walked? Was she aware of how incredible her ass looked in those tight jeans? Or how her hips swayed when she moved around the store?
From his stool at the watch kiosk in the middle of the concourse, Ethan could see the entire inside of the lingerie store through its floor-to-ceiling windows. The woman working inside was like a beautiful goddess on display in a glass case just for him.
And he had the best seat in the house. A perfect view of her from between his display of professional dive watches and digital sport watches.
Ethan watched as she carefully folded boyshorts, briefs and bikini underwear on a display table in the middle of the store. Her fingers were long and slender on the delicate fabric. Ethan had never wanted to be a thong so badly in all his life. He found himself wishing he was a pair of panties just so he could feel her fingers running over him, smoothing and caressing.
When she moved her arms, her tee shirt pulled tight across her breasts. They were voluptuous and natural and he wanted to cup their weight in his hands.
God, she was beautiful. The woman had so many curves they couldn’t even be contained by her clothes.
She didn’t look like the gaunt lingerie models Ethan had seen on television or the spindly mannequins in the window of her store. No, she was much curvier. Curvy how he loved a woman to be. Big, beautiful breasts and a small waist that flared out into luscious hips that swayed when she walked. Hips he could imagine digging his fingers into while he plowed into her over and over until she screamed out his name.
The woman looked up from the thongs she was arranging and locked eyes with him. Ethan swallowed and his heartbeat skittered.
“Ethan,” a voice behind said and he nearly jumped out of his seat.
“Huh?” Ethan blinked and looked over to find his friend Luke who worked at the toy store on the far end of the mall standing next to him. “Oh, hey, Luke. What’s up?”
“Not much.” Luke hooked his thumbs into the front pockets of his jeans and leaned back on his heels. “I’m ducking out early for my Gran’s birthday. Do you have any watches an 80 year old would like?”
“Sure.” Ethan stood up and led Luke around to the other side of the kiosk to show him the ladies watches.
For now, the bombshell in the lingerie store was forgotten.
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Chapter Two
After a quick survey through the window and out into the mall, the only person Lana saw was the guy working the watch kiosk directly across from her store. Yep. He was definitely the one checking her out. Or more like undressing her with his eyes. The poor guy was looking at Lana like she was a tall glass of ice water in the middle of the Sahara Desert.
When he stood up to help a customer, Lana took the opportunity to look him over in return. He was handsome and not overly tall to where she’d have to crane her neck to talk to him. Ah, forget talking, she just wanted to rub up against him like a cat.
His hair was nice and thick and she could easily imagine grabbing a handful of it while his head bobbed between her thighs. She liked that he carried himself with confidence when he walked around the kiosk showing watches to his customer. He looked more yummy than those cinnamon rolls sold in the Food Court. And best of all, she liked how he wasn’t afraid to get caught looking her way.
Lana wanted to touch herself. Put on a show just for him, but there were too many people around.
She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. Hmm, now that she knew she had an audience, what kind of show could she put on for him? It wasn’t like there was much he could do to tease her. All he had was a stool to sit on and a kiosk full of watches. It would be up to her to provide the entertainment.
* * *
Inside the lingerie store, the woman rummaged around behind the cash register and came out with a hair clip. She twisted her long hair up and pinned it into place.
Ethan studied the long, graceful column of her neck. Soft tendrils escaped the clip and fell around her face. She pushed a strand out of her face and he felt his blood run hot.
Did she put her hair up like that on purpose? Because she knew it would kill him?
“Beautiful,” a smoky voice purred from behind Ethan.
“Yes,” he breathlessly agreed and pried his eyes away from the girl in the lingerie store window.
A middle-aged woman stood next to him ogling a ladies dress watch. They obviously hadn’t been admiring the same thing. The woman looked from the watch to Ethan and back to the watch again.
“Great choice,” he pointed out.
“I think I might just have to have it,” she said with a wink. She gingerly picked up the watch and looked at the price tag.
“You’re in luck,” Ethan told her. “Because we’re having a sale today. All ladies watches are ten percent off.”
“Oh, you had me at sale,” she purred again.
Ethan smiled and rang up the watch for her.
“Just so you know,” she said, leaning in close like she had a secret to tell. “I would have paid full price for it.”
Ethan had a feeling she would have, but he admired how she’d seen something she wanted and went for it without hesitation.
He looked back at the woman in the lingerie store and counted the minutes until closing time.
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Chapter Three
This time when Lana looked in the watch salesman’s direction, he was helping a customer. A female customer. Little pangs of jealousy tingled through her body. His back was turned to Lana as he helped the woman pick out a watch. The woman laughed at something he said and took out her wallet. He looked in Lana’s direction, gave her a wink and turned back to his customer.
Lana smiled to herself. Even though he was helping a woman, he was still thinking of her. Good. She would be sure to reward him later for his attentiveness.
Just then, a man dressed all in black walked into the lingerie store. He had an emo hairstyle with bangs falling into his eyes and a spiked collar around his neck. Obviously out of his element, Lana turned on the charm.
“Hi,” she greeted him with a smile. “Can I help you find something?”
He smiled weakly at her. “I hope so. I’m looking for a birthday gift for my fiancé.” He pushed his bangs off his face and they immediately fell back down into his eyes.
“Okay,” Lana said and led him over to the Va Va Vamp Collection. “These corsets are really popular.” She picked up a red corset to show him the lace trim detail. “They come in a variety of different colors, too.”
His faced turned the color of the crimson satin and he shuffled his feet. “Yeah, that’s cool and everything, but she’d probably like something a little more…”
“Feminine?”
“Yeah.” He looked relieved that she had read his mind.
“Sure.” Lana moved over to the Babydoll Dreams Collection. “How about something like this?” She chose a frilly lace babydoll with a pink satin bow and held it up.
He grinned and nodded. “She’d love that.”
* * *
A short time later, when another male customer strode into the store, a big smile spread across Lana’s face. The man was young, tall and extremely athletic. He was probably one of those hockey players who played for the Red Valley Razors. Lana liked athletes. Anyone who worked up a sweat for a living definitely captured her interest.
“Are you looking for something in particular?” Lana asked him sweetly.
“Yeah.” He hooked his sunglasses into the neck of his tee shirt and looked around the store. “I’m looking for something for my girlfriend. It’s our anniversary and I know she’s expecting something special.”
“Well, you came to the right place. We have lots of special items.” Taking a chance, she led him to the Rock Star Collection and showed him something edgy to start off with. “How about something like this?” she asked, holding up a vinyl bustier with black ribbon lacing.
He smiled. “That’s perfect. She’s really into that rock ‘n’ roll stuff. How’d you guess?”
“Oh,” Lana said, cocking her head to the side. “I just have an eye for these things.”
He shot her another knee-weakening smile and then it faded away. “The only thing is…I have no idea what size she is. Shit. I guess that’s something I should probably know.”
“That’s okay,” Lana reassured him with a pat on the arm. Oooh, nice muscles. “What size are her breasts compared to mine?”
The athlete frowned and looked down at Lana’s chest.
She turned to the side so he could survey her from every angle.
He tilted his head from side to side and pursed his lips. “Um, they’re probably a little bit smaller.”
“Okay.”
“Yeah,” he decided. “Just a little, but not by much.”
“She’s probably a C cup then.” Lana selected a bustier in the corresponding size and led him over to the register. “I’ll gift wrap it for you and if it ends up being the wrong size, she can always exchange it.”
“Thanks. You’ve been very helpful.”
Lana smiled and handed him the gift bag. “It was my pleasure.”
A glance at the watch kiosk reaffirmed Lana’s hunch. He was still watching her. In fact, his gaze bore right through her clothes and she could almost feel his eyes directly on her skin from across the mall. She shivered in anticipation and focused her attention back to the customer leaving the store.
There were still a couple of hours until closing time and she planned on making the most of them.
* * *
Inside the lingerie store, the woman giggled with a male customer and the sound of her laughter floated out of the store to torment Ethan’s ears.
He gulped and tried to get a handle on his equilibrium. It was still too early in the evening to lose control.
Then, she put her hand on the man’s arm, threw her head back and laughed. Oh yeah, she was really laying it on thick.
Every instinct Ethan had screamed for him to go over there and rip her away from the tall, muscular schmuck. He wondered how much extra business she made just from flirting with the customers. He quickly pushed the thought away because he was often guilty of the same tactic.
That still didn’t change the fact that she was blatantly flirting with another man.
She made Ethan want to dash across the mall, knock over everyone in his way (old ladies and small children included), storm into her store and bury himself inside her right there on the ugly pink carpet.
Unfortunately, there were still too many people around inside the mall. But soon--just not soon enough--the mall would be closing and then, only then, would Ethan make his move.
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Chapter Four
As closing time approached, Lana’s glances at her watch increased. Would her not-so-secret admirer finally approach her now that it was close to quitting time?
Hoping to push him along in his decision, she dropped a hanger on the floor and made a show of picking it back up.
Wait a minute. The watch salesman’s eyes weren’t the only ones on her. Oh no, Lana could definitely sense that someone else was watching too. Hmm, who could it be?
She scanned the other shops and locked eyes with a guy working in the video game store directly across the mall. He couldn’t have been more than eighteen and his tongue was hanging out like some goofy cartoon character.
Lana wiggled her fingers in a coy little wave and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
He jerked his head in the other direction and scurried back around the counter to become super interested in what was on his computer screen.
Okay, so he just wanted to watch, not participate. Fair enough. That still left one pair of eyes to watch her every move.
Lana shrugged and went back to organizing the new arrivals by size. When she was finished, she flipped through the display and admired the bras. Stopping at an indigo blue one, she held it up, shook her head and put it back. Same with the black and pink ones, too. When she came to Passion Red, she held it up and knew it was just the one she was looking for. It even had a cute little tuxedo bow in front.
After she picked out a matching thong, Lana used her employee discount and paid for the set at the cash register. She snipped off the price tags, grabbed her purse and headed into the dressing room.
Inside the dressing room, Lana pulled her shirt over her head and reached back and unhooked her cotton bra. Her breasts felt heavy without the support and her nipples were just begging to be pinched.
She kicked off her shoes, shimmied out of her jeans and slid off the cotton panties with the tiny purple and yellow flowers printed on them.
She reached up to cup her breast, but quickly stopped herself. Even though she could easily knead her breasts until her nipples pebbled and slip a couple of fi
ngers between her legs, it still wouldn’t be exactly what she wanted. Even if she did allow herself a tiny orgasm, it still wouldn’t satisfy her craving like a nice warm cock would. She wanted a man’s touch. A man’s hard body pushed into hers. Kissing, licking, gripping, probing.
It’d be way too easy to find that magical spot that made her toes curl and bring herself to climax right there in the dressing room. Alone. What fun was that when there was a perfectly suitable male specimen right across the mall?
Then again, it might be fun to get herself off while he sat there on his little stool behind his watch display. The entire time, his eyes would be glued to the dressing room door, imagining what was going on inside. He would get hard just thinking about what she was doing. Hell, he probably imagined she was touching herself right now anyway. He probably thought she was already running one hand over her breasts while the other one rubbed her folds and dipped inside.
She ran her hand down her stomach and stopped right before the triangle of shaved hair. She rested her thumb on her belly button and squeezed her thighs together.
No, Lana decided. It wouldn’t be any fun when there was a door separating them and he couldn’t actually see what she was doing. Especially not when she enjoyed the feel of his eyes on her skin so much.
She couldn’t possibly relieve herself in here while he was out there suffering just as much, if not more, than she was. They were in this together.
Lana snatched her hand away from her body, quickly put on the new bra set and studied herself in the mirror. The Crimson Red set looked incredible. The red contrasted beautifully against her skin and the lace was not only sexy, but downright sultry. It was the kind of lingerie that looked great on and even better in a heap on the floor.
She finished dressing and shoved the cotton bra and panties into her purse. Somehow she’d manage to finish out her work day on the brink. She’d close up the store aroused, sensitive to the new thong rubbing her in all the right places and the lacy bra scratching her sensitive nipples.
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