by Kot, Eleyne
“And there is this!” exclaims Babette. “Mon Dieu! A cupless teddy, the one like Colin ripped.”
The assistant's face is frozen with surprise. What kind of women are these? She might be thinking now.
“This one is prettier!” I exclaim and hold a silk and lace red cupless teddy with suspenders.
Jim whistles and suggests:
“Buy two dozen. We´re going to rip them all again.”
The assistant blushes and coughs in confusion.
“Can you try it on?” Jim asks, “I want to take a look at it.”
“Sir,” says the gal, “men can´t enter the trying rooms.”
“And if I’m a kind of husband, why not?”
The girl stammers something and I say.
“He is joking,” and smile, but I whisper to his ear. “Shut up, Jim.”
“What do you think, Jim?” asks Babette, “what colours will favor me?”
“Err,” he hesitates, “white.”
“White?” Babette frowns and he nods. I guess he said whatever first popped out of his mind.
“Oh!” exclaims Eleyne, “who can wear this?” And she holds up a tiny red micro g-string with feathers.
“You,” confirms Jim, “and the rest of the gals. The guys will be very happy to see you wearing those g-strings.”
We go on for long minutes exchanging opinions about the colours, the sizes, the fabrics and Jim gets really involved in the matter. His eyes are no longer searching for new girls, at least for now.
“What about that?” asks Eleyne and shows us a net sleeveless mini dress and body stockings, both totally transparent.
“We will definitely buy one for each one,” I say and Jim adds.
“OK, but I want to check the effect on you, babies. I´ll decide what to take home. Eleyne, try on the mini dress, please.”
“Jim, haven't you heard?” asks Eleyne, “you can´t enter the dressing room,” and then whispers to him. “You really have to be more discreet about it. You could probably smuggle yourself in when nobody was looking, and now this chance is gone. They are going to watch you now.”
But he still tries.
“I’m the rightful husband of these women,” he says addressing the assistant. “We’re High Followers of the New Faith.” Jim’s very quick to invent a new cult, “why can't I enter the dressing room?”
“Sir, it’s against our rules. Please, understand, the girl tries to mollify him, feeling totally lost by the strange situation.
“You have to understand I’m not used to this treatment,” he’s acting offended.
Babette breaks in exclaiming.
“Look, Yasmin! I´ve found something very suitable for you. Colin will love it, he won´t rip this easily!” And she shows me a cupless teddy made of a fabric that looks like leather, with spikes, and a tiny thong.
“There’s not much to rip,” comments Jim and adds laughing, “but Colin can try anyway, maybe he can use the whip while you’re modeling that for us.”
I take a look at the girls behind the counter, whose expressions are more than stunned.
“Well,” says Jim, “I’m going to spend some pounds here, so I want to go into the trying room with my wives.”
I hold him by the elbow and whisper to him.
“We can model all this for you at the flat, here in downtown, you old fool.”
“Alright,” he agrees gladly.
“What’s going on?” asks Eleyne.
I come close to her and tell her.
“There’s a flat here where we can model the clothes for Mr. Manning, without trouble. Colin and I were there with him yesterday. We slept there.”
“Oh, that´s why you came home so late yesterday,” Babette says.
Eleyne’s Story:
The visit in the shop with erotic lingerie turns out to be quite funny mainly because of Jim who really wants to see us modeling all of these sexy pieces. Too bad for him the staff doesn’t allow men in the changing room together with women.
I just stare at the pile of teddies lying in front of me, almost all of them very sexy ones. Then I remember and exclaim. “Stockings! We were supposed to buy them, too. Mine were torn last night.” Then I ask Jim more quietly, as I already see that the store personnel is looking at us quite strangely. “Do you guys prefer us to wear black stockings or beige ones?”
“Take both colours,” he whispers back, “and take more than one pair. They won't survive one night,” he winks at me, “or perhaps even your modeling.”
“Ok. Master,” I wink back at him. And I look for the hosiery section. Soon I find it and pick up several pairs of stockings for me and also for the gals. Finding the size is easy, it's just the height and weight that counts. I bring the packs with the stockings to where three piles of selected teddies are already waiting for us. They really seem like a lot, but if the guys are really going to destroy these sexy garments, then they won't last. I just wonder if I really need the cotton teddies. They are not 100 percent to my taste and finally I decide not to take them, and to buy a silk baby doll to sleep in instead. Well, for those short times when we really do sleep.
Jim's waiting.
“Is this all gals? You don't need anything else from here?” He's looking at something.
“Yes I think so,” I follow his gaze and it seems now he's eyeing the maid outfit that is hanging on another display. “Jim this won´t fit us. Can you see how little space is dedicated for boobs in this dress? It will only flatten our attributes,” I wink at him.
Then I look around.
“Gals. Is this everything we need from here?”
They nod. So Jim just gives a signal to the shop assistant, who starts to tally what we have chosen and pack everything. We just make sure she puts things into separate bags, one for each. Then I shudder a bit hearing the amount we have reached, but, it's all for them anyway. None of us would buy these things for our own entertainment, perhaps apart from the thongs.
Jim pays, we pick the bags and we go out.
“Wow!” Babette exclaims, “this was an experience. This has been a very well-stocked shop. I bet Ted will love these things. By the way, what's the time? He was to pick me at two.”
Jim checks his watch and it turns out to be almost 1 p.m.
“Ooops, time really flies when you are having fun. I didn't expect it to be so late,” I remark.
“We can walk to that restaurant where we’re to meet him in. And after lunch we’re going to our flat here. I really want to see all those things on you...”
He looks at as in a predatory way.
“Sure, Jim. Just remember that we still need to pass through a supermarket to buy some supplies for tonight for you guys, and I need time to cook your dinner,” I remind him. This seems to catch his attention, too.
“What's cooking?”
“Roasted fish with potatoes, a very tasty dish I tried when I was on holidays in Portugal,” I smile, “we'll need some white or rosé wine.”
“No problem.”
Yasmin’s Story:
After what looks like a funny, sexy raid in the erotic lingerie shop, we go to the restaurant where we arranged to meet Ted, so he could pick up Babette. A little Italian restaurant called Zia Maria is trendy but quiet. The staff is nice and respectful. They offer us a table to sit at in a corner where we can chat and eat without being too exposed to general curiosity; it seems that they already know who Jim is and that he’s good customer here. I’m eager to find out who won the match, but finding a bathroom is my main goal now.
Eleyne looks as uncomfortable as me when we arrive at the cafe and we almost run searching for the facilities, but we manage to act elegantly. When we are eased of our necessities, Eleyne looks at me, gesturing to come closer because there are other women around, washing their hands and doing their hair. We exit to the aisle, where we can chat in a low voice.
“See, I got this for our revenge,” she opens her bags and I see the glimmering chains; she closes the bag quickly. �
�We have to spin a plan to deceive Jim enough to allow us to put the cuffs and the collar on him. You remember how he acted yesterday, don’t you? He really has to be distracted to let us cuff him.”
“Let`s start here,” I murmur, “I can get him busy as you get behind him, then you should be fast and cuff him.”
We start to laugh just thinking about Jim's face. At that moment comes Babette, passing by our side, she says.
“Hurry, gals. I was waiting for you to come back from the bathroom, but I couldn’t wait any more... We shouldn’t leave this cheater alone even for a second.”
“Yeah, you’re right, Babette,” I say, “we were planning our little surprise for this skirt chaser.”
“Cool, gals, but hurry up!” Babette accelerates on her way to the bathroom.
“Now it’s time to come back to him,” says Eleyne and so we do.
When we get to our table we see that Jim is looking at a pretty woman sitting on the other side of the restaurant, maybe they have been exchanging some glances and smiles because the girl stiffens when she sees us coming and sitting with him.
“Oh, Jim!” I exclaim after the waitress has gone. “Why can't we leave you for a minute without having mischievous consequences?”
“What?” he asks, trying to look innocent, “what are you talking about? Let´s eat in peace. No mischievous consequences, Yasmin. I was just looking at the surroundings.”
“Looking like a predator. Hunting...” adds Eleyne.
Babette returns from the bathroom and while sitting down with us, she asks laughing.
“Predators? Are you talking about the Animal Planet? Or Discovery Channel?”
“I know that Discovery Channel has begun to broadcast in the U.S., is the Animal Planet something alike?” Jim asks, overflowing with curiosity.
“Yeah,” I admit, “it’s from the future. But I can´t say more.”
“You’re so mysterious about the future that it makes me think that there’s something dark concealed,” he looks serious for a moment, “but you already brought us good news from the future,” he smiles with sparkling eyes.
“What news?” I ask him.
“First: we’re alive,” he laughs and adds, “and we’re still attractive enough to maintain our egos alive and to lure such attractive gals as you...”
We laugh and agree.
“Yeah,” says Eleyne smiling softly, “I wouldn’t change Tony or you for any other guys in the world.”
“Sure?” he asks her.
“Yes, you know I like you very, very much,” she caresses his hand on the table.
“Enough for me to be your sex god?” he winks.
“More than enough,” she beams at him and then the waitress comes to our table.
We order spinach canelloni with a light tomato sauce, tagliatele with pesto and shrimps, mineral water and some fruits for dessert. Babette seems to be nervous.
“What time is Ted coming?”
“I said he would be here around 2 p.m., and we’re about that hour...” says Jim.
“Oh, how I wish he would get soon here. He wants to show me the city and there are certain events in the French Cultural Council at 3 p.m., that we were invited to yesterday. Am I correctly dressed for the occasion?” She’s very anxious, but we agree she’s elegant and sleek enough to participate in an event and cocktail in the French Cultural Council.
After a few minutes our food arrives. We start eating the cannelloni and tagliatele, which are excellent, keeping a wary eye on Jim, who seems to have a radar for detecting cool chicks and women no matter where he’s at. But fortunately he’s interested in seeing us in sexy teddies as soon as possible.
“After we finish eating and Ted comes to pick up Babette,” he says, “we’re going to the flat and you can model all those hot clothes for me. I expect we made the right decisions and they will look great on you. I don´t doubt that you will shake the earth tonight for us.” He winks and grins. We feel pleased, but are ready to hold him in our claws.
“Tonight you will have great show,” says Eleyne and smiles in a feline way.
“One thing,” I comment. “Why don´t you buy something sexy for you?”
“What things?” Jim looks lost again. “What kind of things?”
“Nice undies, something sexy, search for them, you should be looking desirable, too, you know,” I answer and he makes a face.
“Why? We have new undies.”
“But they’re not very sexy,” Babette teases him and at that moment Ted comes in, greets us, kisses our cheeks and sits down with us. We’re still in the middle of eating our desserts, a fruit salad.
We're looking at Ted's face trying to guess what has happened this morning at the match but he declares.
“We lost again, motherfucker,” clutching his fist over the table.
“I’m so sorry, dear,” says Babette and pets his hand. “I’ll make it up to you later on but now we must leave to arrive in time at the Council.”
“Yes, that will relieve me of my thoughts for some time.”
“And how is Colin?” I ask him.
“Hmmm,” he says. “You will see when he returns home this afternoon.”
“What are they doing now?” Eleyne intervenes. “Where is Tony?”
“They are relaxing in the clubhouse, using the spa. I got a massage before coming here. They will have one, too.”
“Who are the masseuses?” Eleyne raises her eye brows.
“Eleyne, they are all guys, male masseuses. Is it ok for you?” says Ted, as he gets ready to go out with Babette. Eleyne just winks.
They go out chatting. Babette is visibly trying to cheer him up. Jim is searching for his wallet when I comment.
“We forgot to buy shampoos, creams...”
“Later, Yasmin,” he interrupts me and then keeps on talking. “We have to go to that damned flat fast. I’m very excited to see the results of our shopping. You can do a great private show for me now.” And he smiles.
“Of course,” Eleyne coos and winks at me. He doesn’t notice much, pays and we head for the flat.
Eleyne’s Story:
During lunch Jim seems to be insupportable, looking around and detecting attractive woman just about everywhere. This really convinces me that we should go on with the lesson. He belongs to us for these few days. And even if we dress in a very sexy way, so that other guys look at us, too, we don't really try to pick at them.
When Ted comes to pick up Babette he has bad news - they lost the game, just as Yasmin predicted. It seems that we'll also have to deal with Colin’s bad mood... Probably Tony's not too cheerful about it either. But we have good weapons to fight it off... All the sexy outfits, good dinner and everything else that’s likely to occur later.
Anyway, Jim is really impatient to see us model all the sexy outfits we bought for them to feast their eyes on. He rushes us to the car and speeds on the way to get there as fast as possible. He almost pushes us into the flat, but then in his haste he has some problems getting the key inside the lock. He seems to be missing it, for some strange reasons his hands are shaking. I joke.
“Well, well, well, if you have problems getting the key into the hole now even if we’re not wearing any of these outfits yet, what will happen when we actually put them on?” I smile at him mischievously and embrace him, Yasmin goes on the other side and starts caressing him, too. He finally manages to get the door open and we go in. The door locks behind us and he pulls us to the bedroom eagerly. Then he kisses me and Yasmin to put us in the mood. He succeeds very well, I have my pussy wet after what his tongue has just done to me. Then he purrs to us.
“I want you to start with those transparent net dresses. And put on some little thongs you bought too,” his voice is thick with desire, “I'll wait here for you.”
And he starts to unbutton his shirt when Yasmin touches his chest.
“Jim, don't you want us to undress you? When we already have our new outfits on?” she suggests sweetly.
“Oh, yes,” he purrs, “it's a very good idea.” He sits on the bed.
Well, I decide to place my bag with its contents there, too, so that later on it's handy. And I remove the dress from the plastic shopping bag, and search for thongs, too. Yasmin does the same. After less than a minute we have all we need and go to get changed. We don't have many clothes to take off, so everything goes fast. We just manage to exchange a few whispered comments about what we’re going to do. Yasmin is to distract him, I’m to cuff him, as I'm a bit taller than him. We come back to the bedroom dressed in black net dresses and black thongs - and nothing else. His reaction says a lot about our looks. His eyes open wide, and he wolf whistles. The bulge on his pants gets huge.
“Come to me, my sweet wives,” he says huskily, it seems he wants to play with this notion that he came up with in the erotic lingerie shop.
“You want us to be obedient, religious women?” I smile at him in a feline way.
“Yes, exactly. Just do what I want,” he reaches out to us. “Come,” and he grabs our hands and pulls us on bed. And we put our hands on him willingly. Yasmin starts to lick his lips and then French kisses him deeply while I undress him, unbuttoning his shirt and licking his chest and nipples. I generally try to get to my bag and open it as silently as possible, and then to remove the cuffs without them clinking. Yasmin is occupying Jim sufficiently, and I use one hand to pull the toy slowly out of my bag, while my other hand is removing his shirt. I manage both tasks. Then I get behind him and cling to his back to my body, so that he can feel my boobs and how hot I am for him. He reaches behind with his hands and then I get him. The cuffs click shut on his wrists. He starts, hearing and feeling them.
“What the fuck!”
“Jim,” I say sweetly into his ear, “we didn't finish our lesson yesterday. We just want to continue now. We’re not obedient, religious women of any new cult, but you'll surely enjoy your class...”
“Yes,” Yasmin confirms, “when we finish, we hope you will remember it for the time we’re here you belong to us.”
“Exactly. Other guys can look at us because of our way of dressing, but we don't actively try to pick them up every time you don't look. We’re all for you,” I whisper and bite his ear. My hands trail a pattern up his arms. I move away his hair and bite his neck. Then I pick the collar and fasten it there. “You're ours, Mr. Manning. We won't give you to another gal while we're here.”