Her heels clicked on the floor as she approached the older gentleman standing there looking so confused.

“May I help you she said?” and felt his eyes rapidly scanning her from head to toe. That was the problem with working at Vick’s Secret: you had to wear some of the merchandise with the idea that if you wore it, the guys could get an idea of what it would look like on their women. That’s why several body-types were represented in the store. She was today’s thin vamp, with heavily made up eyes, a demi-cup bra, tiny g-string panties, stay-up stockings and high heels, all in black with silver accents.

His eyes finally landed on her eyes, staring with such intensity into them. She felt herself getting aroused and lost in those green, green eyes. “Yes, you can,” he finally said. I’m looking for something nice, but not naughty for my wife. Do you have something in the back that might be appropriate?”

“Uh, yes,” she stammered and led him to the back. Once the door closed behind them, the man took her arm and turned her around. “Thank you for helping me,” he said as he unfastened the bra’s clasp and then taking her panties down. He thumbed her small nipples causing them to stand up on her equally small breasts. She fumbled with his belt.

“Fuck me quick!” she panted. “Just use me...” and he did, bending her over the desk, pounding her pussy, expending just as quickly. He dropped a card next to her head as it rested on the desk.

“Come to my house tonight. My wife will love her Christmas present from Vicky’s Secret!”