Steve Golden - Hot pants salesgirl

It took all her concentration to keep her mind on the job, to answer the various ladies' questions as they sought out bras and panties and sultry nightgowns. Good thing I have to deal mostly with women, she mused, or I might be sorely tempted to give some guy the come-on. She found herself looking at the clock every few minutes, wishing the day was over. Once off work, she could get herself fucked.

When the store closed at six o'clock and the last few stragglers wandered toward the doors, she sighed with relief. She'd made it through an entire day without getting herself in trouble. She could control herself when she really needed to. She'd be a success as a salesgirl yet!

She reached under the counter for her purse, making sure she was the last salesgirl to leave the area. But as she stood, she was confronted by two terribly handsome young men in business suits.

"I'm sorry," she began, eyeing them with interest, "but we're all closed up. You'll have to come back tomorrow."

The taller one ran his gaze up and down her lovely body. "We're salesmen. Mr. Cheevers sent us down here to show off some of our items, but we got sidetracked and we're running a little late. Could you spare us a minute or two?"

"I'm sorry. I'm not authorized to buy any articles for the store. You'll have to see my supervisor tomorrow." She began to move out from behind the counter.

"It'll only take a minute. We could leave the sample merchandise overnight, and then in the morning you could show them to your supervisor and have her phone us back. Come on, we'll show you what we've got."

The taller one touched her elbow, urging her gently from behind to stay. Together the three of them moved into an alcove where Missy's superior had her desk. Both men snapped open small briefcases and began to extract items of flimsy underwear.

"Here's our new line of bras," the second man said, handing her the wispiest of sheer white brassieres. "It's very popular with teenage girls. I'm sure you could sell hundreds of them if you displayed them properly."

"And this is our latest design in panties," added the other, letting her feel the pale-blue material.

Missy felt herself getting randier by the minute. All this stuff was so sexy, so lovely. And these two men were just dreamboats! If it was up to her, the store would buy all the stuff these guys had to offer. She examined the underwear carefully, trying to keep her mind on the matter at hand.

"And then we have a very special line of goods that perhaps you could sell under the counter. This is a family store, we realize, and some of these items are a little too saucy to be put on display."

"Maybe I could try them on," Missy suggested, her heart racing in her ribcage. "Would you mind? I could judge much better if I could try them on."

The two men exchanged glances, then stared at the pretty teenager doubtfully. They held the racy items in their hands, taken aback at her sudden suggestion. "Maybe we'd better skip the saucy stuff and show, your line of cosmetics," one of them said.

"You have make-up too! Great! I can be your model! Tell you what. You help me make up my face and then I'll put on some of your sexiest underwear. That way we can see what the whole package looks like!"

Again the two men exchanged glances, but she was slipping between them, sitting herself down in the desk chair, leaning her lovely head back expectantly.

"Go ahead. Put some of the make-up on me!" she insisted. "There's no one around. Everyone's gone home. You wanted to show me your stuff, so go ahead! I guarantee the store will buy everything you have to sell!"

The shorter man took out a small case from under the piles of lingerie and unzipped, it. Cradling Missy's head, he began to apply thick swaths of eye make-up to her lovely face. While the other man watched, he coated her eyelids with thick globs of dark blue eyeshadow. Then, without pausing, he began daubing her full lips with an oily, purple lip gloss. In seconds, she was transformed from a sweet-looking teenager into a horny looking whore. Her eyelids were like two dark bruises, her lips like juicy purple fruit.

"I love it! It's fantastic!" she praised, gazing raptly into the mirror held up in front of her. "It's so sexy! Just wearing this stuff puts you in the mood!"

"In the mood for what?" prompted the makeup man, leaning back to examine his handiwork.

"You know! Fucking and sucking! What else?" The men glanced at each other yet again, and one of them stepped back and coughed. "You said you'd like to try on some of our special underwear. How about these?"

He was handing her an extremely brief, shocking-pink bra trimmed with tiny frills of red. In his other hand he clutched a matching pair of panties. He watched as she examined the items, half-expecting her to cast them aside as too obscene. When she smiled knowingly his heart began to pound in his chest.

"Why you naughty boys! This stuff is really sexy!" she purred, feeling the bra with her fingers. "I bet this doesn't cover a girl up at all, does it?"

"There's only one way to find out," the man encouraged, reaching a hand into his crotch. Just hearing the sexy teenager talk was giving him a hard-on!

"You're right," agreed Missy, and, without hesitation, she laid the underwear out on the desk and stood up to undress.

She unzipped her dress and let it slip from her shoulders, stepping from it and folding it over the back of the chair before they could comment further. She reached for the flimsy bra and hooked it in back of her, folding her monster tits snugly into its cones. The two men gasped at the sight of her tumbling tits.

"There are no ends to them!" she giggled. "They let my nipples stick right out!"

She stared down at the protruding knobs of her nipples as they jutted out and up from the holes of the bra. The garment was little more than a harness to support her massive tits and thrust them out more brazenly. It did nothing to hide her tits, but simply forced them up high, emphasizing her rubbery, hard nipples by letting them peek free from two huge, three-inch-wide holes.

"Jesus Christ!" one of the men muttered under his breath.

"Are the panties the same?" she asked with a girlish, innocent enthusiasm. She sat down again, sliding her underpants and hose down off her crotch. Then she grabbed the tight, silk panties, pulled them up her legs and stood up to look at herself. She began to giggle again.

The panties were totally crotchless. Two silk flaps made up the garment, but a huge swath of material had been left out, so that the crack of her ass and the bristling blonde bush of her cunt were on lewd display. Her tufted pussy mound burst out from between the two pink triangles.

"Holy fuck!" the second salesman gasped.

"What else have you got? What's this?" she asked, reaching for a thin loop of elastic material from the open briefcase. "A suspender belt! Fantastic! I'm going to look like a regular whore before I'm finished!"

She wrapped the pink suspender belt around her waist, fastened it, and adjusted the dangling straps below. Then she fumbled about in the pile of underthings till she found a pair of light grey stockings. She hauled them up over her lovely, slender legs and attached their tops to the sexy garters. She finally stood up proudly with her hands on her hips and waited for inspection.

"Well, what do you think, boys? Do I look sexy enough? Do I look like an expensive whore?"

The men groaned. That's exactly what she looked like. Usually the women they sold this stuff to were older, fading in their looks, anxious to retain the interest of their bored husbands. This little girl was a sweet teenager, in the full bloom and health of youth. Having her decked out in the erotic underwear was like being confronted, in the flesh, with one of those lush beauties from the centerfolds of the most expensive men's magazines.