Robert Vickers - The naughty salesgirl

There was a sharp intake of breath from the darkened arena and she heard a deep voice say, "Goddamn, but she's pretty. Have her really model this outfit. I like it."

She swelled with pride. Katherine turned around for the man and held the material firmly against her body so that not too much of her bare skin would show through. This wasn't good enough, though.

"Bend over. Show us every side."

Startled by the command, she did as she was told. Bending over, she thrust her perky ass into the air. The thin fabric strained against her meaty asscheeks. She almost lost her balance and widened her stance a little bit. From the darkness came the words, "That's more like it. Have her take it off."

"What?" she cried. "What was that?"

"Take it off. Slowly. Very slowly so that he can see every single piece in the nightie."

Katherine wanted to protest, knowing that something was wrong. Then she began to feel angry, belligerent. She might be showing off the nightie to a buyer, but she suspected that Bennett was also running a skin show for the benefit of the hidden man.

As her eyes adapted to the dim lighting, she saw that she was correct. The man in the front row was all alone – and had his hand curled around his meaty cock. He was beating off. The expression on his face as he looked up at her was one of stark lust and longing.

She was angry. Then Katherine cooled down a little and decided to give him a real show. Her anger made her tits rise and fall faster now, and this aided her. She thrust her tits out impudently and literally strutted along the platform. She made sure the light caught and reflected off her trim legs as she walked.

Then she slowly undid the string ties holding the front of the nightie together. Like a stripper she had seen once in a movie, the teenager took her time getting it loose. She shrugged from the small jacket and spun around, slowly lowering the garment to the floor. Then she got the front of the nightie entirely opened and turned to face her half-seen watcher.

"Here, all for you!" she cried.

Her tits tumbled forth, bobbing and dancing in front of her chest. The nipples were firm and red as cherries. The coppery disks around them were throbbing with anger – and desire. In spite of herself, Katherine couldn't hold down the feeling that this was fun.

She had been used. Now it was her turn to taunt the man in the audience. She quickly slid from the remainder of the nightie, the panties falling down the slender white pillars of her legs. Standing gloriously naked, she said, "Let me go get the next outfit!"

Walking quickly, she rolled her ass back and forth in a circle that was sure to give the man's cock a real twinge. She, didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she got back to the dressing room. But she didn't hesitate. She quickly got into the see-through bra and the panties that were more string than fabric. A piece of string and a postage stamp would have provided more coverage for her naked flesh.

She returned to the center of the platform. This time she could see the man clearly. He licked his lips and his face was sweaty from the strain. His hand worked constantly on his prick and his eyes never left her lush, young teenaged body.

"No one needs this!" she cried, taking off the bra and flinging it toward the man. It dangled over one of his shoulders. He didn't remove it. He kept his hand moving swiftly up and down the thick stalk of his cock.

She cupped her tits in both hands and slowly caressed them. She felt the thrill of sheer desire lance into her chest. She was turning herself on! The girl knew she was being exploited and no longer cared. She could get her rocks off playing with both Bennett and his voyeur friend.

Her hands moved slowly to her nipples. The rock-hard little points slipped easily between her thumbs and forefingers. She rolled them around in small circles until she was panting heavily. Then she shoved down hard on the tips and gripped her tits, one in each hand. Twisting her right tit clockwise and her left tit in the other direction, she tried to rip those doughy mounds of titflesh from her body.

The stabs of desire made her pussy begin to drool. She slowly ran her hands down the sides of her body and slid agile fingers under the strings on either side of the panties. Wiggling sinuously, looking more like a snake moving, she worked the panties off. The cold air from the air conditioner hit her bush and raked across her cunt lips. The dampness there gave her a chill. She shivered, and gooseflesh sprang up on her once satiny skin. She loved it.

She continued bending over, then glanced up chastely and smiled. Turning her ass to the man, she continued to let the panties slip down her legs. She quickly stepped out of them, making sure her cunt lips were widely exposed to the spying man in the audience.

Turning around, she said, "It's so chilly up here! How I wish I had something nice and warm inside me!"

"God," the man said faintly. His hand worked even faster on his prick. Katherine was beginning to enjoy the feeling of power she had over the man. She knew that he wouldn't dare come up on stage and try to rape, her. She was perfectly safe and could do any damned thing she wanted to tease and torment him. If it made her feel good while she did it, well and good.

"Don't go away," she said in a sultry voice. She licked her lips and turned, her ass swaying even more this time. She rubbed one hand over the curvy flesh of her left buttock before vanishing from sight and going back to the dressing room.

There was only one piece of lingerie left. Katherine almost blushed when she saw it, but she put it on anyway. The panties fit snugly and made her pussy mound appear to bulge much more than normal. She steeled herself for this one last performance, then sighed.

It felt good doing this. She was no model, but she was certainly turning that guy on in a big way. And she was giving herself a real treat, too. She considered this as cheating just a little on Bennett, making him pay for what he'd done to her. The teenager knew that he wanted her to be embarrassed and uptight over all this. That was how he got his rocks off. By appearing confident – and enjoying the hell out of this strip tease – she was really getting back at him in a big way.

She made her way back onto the stage dressed in nothing but the crotchless panties. She made sure that her tits rolled properly. The feel of them banging together as she walked turned her on and made her pussy begin to dampen even more. The teenager wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she realized it would be something that she wouldn't have dreamed of doing before she'd taken this job – and had Bennett fuck her up the ass.

Stopping in the middle of the spotlight, she spread her legs and said softly, "And this is for those intimate moments when neither of us can wait." She bent down, squatting, her legs wide apart. Her auburn bush poked gently through the slash in the crotch of the panties.

"Why, look at this! It's just perfect, isn't it? What we both wanted!" Her fingers drifted down, slowly crossing the domed plain of her belly, hesitating for just a moment at the very top of her bush, then moving lower until she came to the slit in the panties.

She kept her knees wide apart as she crouched down and then parted the frilly flaps of the panties. She sighed blissfully and drove her fingers all the way up into her cunt.

"This is what we wanted, isn't it?" she cried. She began masturbating, using her fingers. She reached in far enough to touch the rubbery sheet of her cheery, then backed off. The sensation ripping through her body made her breath come in harsh, short pants.

Tits rising and failing faster, she finger fucked herself until she was sweaty and dripping onto the stage. She dropped forward onto her knees, making certain her cunt was still aimed directly at the man in the audience. She opened her eyes enough to see his hand working fiercely on his cock – she knew it wouldn't be much longer before the man came. It couldn't be much longer, not with the show she was giving him.