Chapter 80: Five Pairs?

"Christi, does this hide my nipples?" Kathy looked pensively into the store mirror. The reflection in the glass showed a pretty little lady wearing a very, very sheer white blouse, white stockings and little else.

"Nopers," Christi clowned, "they look great: all hard and suckable," she licked her cherry red lips, "just the way I like 'em."

"I still don't know," Kathy fretted. "I just don't want him to think I'm not turned on or anything."

"Well, there's one sure way to find out."

Kathy spied a nearby gentleman shopper. "Excuse me, sir," she thrust her chest out in his direction, "but what color are my eyes?"

"Duh," the startled man stammered as he stared at the blonde's budding bosom.

"Your right, Chris," she cackled, "it'll work." Kathy then thrust herself in the direction of her father, who, killing time, had slipped into the hospitable sales girl's hot little pocket. "What do you think, Daddy?"

"Looks good," Daddy muttered, indubitably distracted by the snug, smiling Asian beauty beneath him. "Kathy," he added, "you know I don't know much about fashion," he looked his daughter up and down as he went in and out, "but are you sure that's what you want to wear on a date? You look like a sexretary."

"Oh, Officer Ray says our 'secret' admirer has a sexretary fetish," Kathy half-fibbed.

"Well, that would do it!" Daddy enthused as the sales girl wrapped herself around him. He lifted her off the check out counter and began bouncing her tiny frame on his cock.

"Did you say 'sexrataries'?" Daddy's play partner inquired.

"Why, yes," Kathy tried to sound all-grown up, "he prefers professional women."

"Then you might want to consider a straight microskirt with an open back. That way you won't have to hike it up when you sit down or when your 'boss' bends you over his desk."

"Cool!" Kathy started to exclaim, then quickly caught her self. "That would be quite sensible," she said stiffly.

Kathy selected a conservative see-through navy blue micro with a narrow slit in the back to show just a hint of her delicious derriére. A pair of black suspenders provided the proper touch and pushed her breasts together to create the illusion of a little extra cleavage. Then it was off to the stocking counter for the perfect pair.

Christi held up a vaporous nylon so sheer that it almost wasn't there. "These are cute."

"Christi!" Kathy turned beet red. "That's naughty! Everyone would be able to count the freckles on my knees, like I was a slut or something."

"I don't know," Christi mused, "sometimes a little kneecap can be really sexy."

"Maybe if you live in a trailer or something, but I get teased enough for baring my legs when I go to 'special treatment.'"

"Kathy, you are such a prude." Christi tisked.

The sales girl's moans interrupted their friendly bickering. She gasped in ecstasy as Daddy drove her to climax. He soon followed, dropping the pleasured bundle onto the carpet before spraying her with bubbly man cream.

"I can barely walk," she gushed as she wobbled to her feet. "Thank you for using me. I hope you'll allow me to serve you again some time."