Lynn propped herself up on her elbows and asked "Is there any way else I can be of service?" She straightened her glasses and gave her customer an attentive look.
Bernie looked down from her chair at the blonde salesgirl, sprawled on the dressing room floor in beige bra and gartered stockings. Lynn's mouth was wet with pussy juice, and a stray drop ran down her chin. Bernie laughed. "Wipe your chin?" she said. "Actually, I want to make sure Lil is all right. We're really here for her. She's just had a bad break-up, and I'd feel awful if she was just out there waiting..."
"Don't worry," Lynn said. "Lei has her well in hand."
"I wish I knew your secret," Bernie mused, looking at the dressing room mirror. "All I did was try on this outfit," she said, gesturing at her black stockings and the discarded bra, "and I'm boiling over inside. If I'm this turned on just wearing it, Gary better be ready to rock when I wear it for him!" She laughed. "Guess I got a little carried away."
"'Hot' carries a very special selection. I'm happy that you can feel what sets us apart," Lynn said. "Did you want to try the bra again for fit?" she asked.
Bernie shivered, imagining Lynn's touch on her shoulders. "I'm sure I need the next size up," she said.
"I'll have to check in the back," Lynn said. "Is there anything else you'd like to try?"
Bernie pointed at something else Lynn was wearing. "Your... Does 'Hot' carry those, or is that just yours personally?"
"You know," Lynn said, with a dimpled smile, "I think we just got some of those in." She winked at Bernie. "I'll bring out a few samples," she said. Lynn slipped into her dress and put a hand on the curtain. "Don't go away," she said as she left.
When Lynn's footsteps had retreated, Bernie poked her head cautiously through the curtain. It looked like Lynn had left the door to the corridor locked, so no one would barge in on them. She wondered if Lillian was still outside shopping. But then Bernie heard a soft noise from the next dressing room. It was Lil's voice, saying "Ah!". |