Chapter 9: It’s All Coming Together

I was hoping that Michelle would be able to deliver on said promise, but having once before tried to get a totally bored straight woman, to become active in her workplace, I knew it would even be beyond my scope and range.

I was proved right.

I waited in the room adjacent to the change rooms when the assistant came out of your cubicle, red-faced and in a hurry, glared at me as she stormed past. At least she didn’t scream at her I thought. I noticed she went straight over to the manager’s office, knocked and walked in.

Shortly afterwards, Michelle stuck her head out and called me over. “I am sorry madam, I have let you down. She has no interest in me.” I looked at her, cupped her face in my hand and gave her a gentle kiss. I told her to get dressed in a new shirt and the tight jeans that were still only halfway down her legs.

Smiling to myself I made the way to the counter where I was met by a rather more mature woman, of my vintage I suspect, she looked at me and said with half a smile. “Pity you asked the wrong assistant to help your little friend. I would have loved to have accommodated her. I also see she has fine taste in older women to boot.”

I stood there contemplating my next move. I held out my hand and introduced myself “I’m Kathleen Ambrose and I will keep that in mind. Pity you don’t have a bigger range for a more mature clientele.”

She replied “Nice to meet you, Kathleen, I’m Elizabeth, and I’m the manager here. I have sent Juliette to grab a coffee and to calm down.” She then continued “Unfortunately the older ladies in the Port don’t seem to have much interest in high-end fashion. It is all about fast turnover these days, so we concentrate on the younger ladies, which I enjoy.”

Michelle joined us carrying an armful of items. “Michelle, may I introduce you to Elizabeth. It seems I asked the wrong assistant to help you. But with luck, we shall meet Elizabeth again.”

“Ello Madam, nice to meet you.” She told her.

“Hello Michelle, I see by your Collar you are just embarking on your journey. You are one lucky young lady to have such a refined and elegant woman looking out for you.”

She then looked at me smiled and continued. “It would be good to run into you both again, maybe somewhere not so public?”

I smiled back, cocked my head a little to one side, wet my bottom lip and suggested. “If you aren’t too busy this coming Friday night, some friends and I share a glass of wine or two at Korked in Divitt Street in the Port. If you pop in after seven and ask for me, I am certain you would be most welcome.”

“Oh, I would love that but I have a partner and I would need to check on our arrangements for the weekend.” She told me.

I took a plain bic biro from my handbag and asked for her hand. She offer it to me palm up. I wrote my mobile number down for her across her palm. “Ring me and let me know if you can make it. I think you and your partner would find us a lot of fun.” I told her.

She tallied up the items, 6 shirts, 6 pairs of jeans and 4 pair of dress jeans. “That comes to one thousand, seven hundred and twenty six dollars madam.” Without flinching I withdrew my platinum MasterCard, swiped it, and entered my pin number. Then once again said to her. “I hope to see you come Friday.” Then turning to Michelle, “you would like that wouldn’t you Michelle?”

“Yes madam.” She said all the while looking into Elizabeth’s eyes.

We turned to leave with our bags of clothing. When Elizabeth called out to us. “Oh Kathleen, before you go.” And she walked up to us. She placed her hands on Michelle’s shoulders and spun her around. The tags were still attached to her new shirt and jeans.

“Come back here into the office and I’ll remove those tags for you.” Holding up the tags for me to see. I glared at Michelle for a brief second. I nodded and she took hold of Michelle’s hand and led her into a discrete office marked Manager, we entered, she closed the door and secured it.

She stood behind Michelle and put her hands on her hips, and tugged the shirt down tighter, as she put her hands around onto her belly and then moved them up to cup her small AA size breasts. Once there she tweaked her nipples. Michelle neither moved nor complained.

Such a good girl I thought to myself.

Elizabeth cut the tags from the shirt. Then tried to cut the tag from her jeans. Turning to me said. “I think I am going to have to take them down a little so I can get at things. These are so tight but a nice fit mind you. Would that be alright with you Madam?”

I smiled and nodded.

She turned Michelle around once more and unzipped her new jeans. Placed her hand inside her jeans and stood there letting her fingers get acquainted with Michelle’s naked core.

I saw Michelle bite her lip, push her head back and close her eyes.

I told her to remember “Who cums first Michelle?”

“You do Mistress, you always cum first.”

“Don’t forget it, you had better hold onto it, hadn’t you?” I reminded her.

I smiled across to Elizabeth who continued with her ministrations at the core of my newly collared sub. I moved towards them both. Looking at how weak and stressed young Michelle was. So much to learn I thought to myself.

I started to unbutton Michelle’s shirt and put my hand inside to toy with her nipples, undid some more of her buttons to allow Elizabeth free access to them and with a smile she took a nipple in her mouth and used her tongue to flick, and tease her small and bit firm nipples. She stared to moan. I looked down to her wet moist womanhood and saw Elizabeth insert a finger into her, and her thumb rested on her pearl and that was it took. She reached out to me, I held onto her, she shook, she moaned. Her breathing was erratic but strong. She opened her legs as wide as she could then collapsed into my arms.