"Be nice to that young man, now," Felicia instructed just as Mika was slipping out of the studio and into the hallway. "We want to lure him in. Don't come on too strong."
"Of course," Mika assured Felicia, pulling the studio doors shut behind her and proceeding down the hallway.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were still waiting, Mr.—can you remind me what your name is again?" Mika asked the handsome young lingerie salesman. He was waiting patiently in a leather chair in the second floor hallway. His eyes instinctively fixated on Mika's short skirt and knee-high socks and he quickly corrected himself.
"Dean with Chambre Lingerie," he replied, eagerly hopping up with an extended hand. Mika offered a dainty handshake and looked over his navy blue designer suit and shiny burgundy leather shoes. He was impeccably groomed and clean shaven with a healthy tan, light brown hair, and kind brown eyes. Despite is very professional demeanor Dean was quite green: a young go-getter in his early twenties new to the city and his line of work.
"When did you take over this sales route, Dean? You aren't the type that I'm used to seeing."
"I started a few weeks ago," Dean confirmed with slight embarrassment. "I am well-versed in the products, Miss—"
"Call me Mika."
"Have you worked here long, Mika?"
"Oh, just a year or so. I only work in the retail store part-time, when I'm not running the blowjob classes," Mika disclosed with emphasis. Dean gulped.
"I see. And the other young woman downstairs is—"
"My sister, Miho. She helps me with the blowjobs. I mean blowjob classes," Mika said with a giggle at her "mistake." Dean felt a quiver in his pants and clenched his briefcase in an attempt to keep his composure.
"You don't strike me as a city boy, Dean."
"Guilty as charged," Dean replied with a blush, "I'm from rural Iowa. How about you?"
"Um, I'm from California," Mika responded in her best valley girl accent. "What did you think I was going to say, Japan?"
"Ah," Dean darted his eyes nervously.
"My parents are from Japan. I'm an American," Mika confirmed with a scowl, poking him in the chest with a manicured finger.
"Of course," Dean replied, nodding understandingly.
Mika decided to cut to the chase. "Listen, Dean. Our customers are very picky. They expect the absolute highest quality. Why don't you follow me into the studio and show me what you have for sale?"
"Okay," he said with hesitation. "But Felicia wanted me wait here while she tried on some samples."
"Don't worry, she told me to invite you in. She also mentioned that the bra and garter clasps are flimsy. You're in trouble, buddy. You have some explaining to do."
Dean stood petrified before Mika. "Come on, she's waiting," Miki said impatiently. She reached for his necktie and pulled him through the doors and into the stunning Studio which was furnished with priceless antiques, standing mirrors, and glowed with soft pink tones.
Felicia's curvaceous silhouette could be seen behind the paneled dressing room screen that was carefully placed near the window for perfect backlighting. She seductively slipped a thong over one heel at a time and bent over as she pulled it up her thighs and snugly over her hips.
Felecia emerged from behind the screen in all of her busty glory in a lacy set of white lingerie complete with thigh high stockings and garter belt. He enormous breasts struggled to be contained by the bra and pushed up against her chest in a startling show of cleavage.
"These bra clasps don't seem very dependable, I have to say that I'm disappointed," Felicia said as she approached with the ominous clicking of her heels. She surveyed the handsome young salesman with an intimidating gaze, making him nervous and excited. "I want you to give Mika an overview of the clasps," Felicia demanded as she arched her back in their direction and rested her hands on her hips.
"Well, Mika," Dean began in a most professional manner, "what we have here is the demi-cup bra with French lace. It doesn't have the normal two clasps that you're used to, but rather an innovative single clasp system that was designed for easy removal. It is guaranteed to stay secure during daily wear."
Mika reached up to quickly unclasp and re-clasp the bra strap. "Not bad. It seems pretty stable after all." Felicia turned around and reached back to unclasp the bra herself.
"You weren't joking about easy removal," Felicia said as she allowed the bra straps to loosen around her shoulder and her bulbous breasts to start peaking out of the falling cups of the bra. "I think I've battle tested this bra adequately enough." She pulled it down to expose the pink of her nipples. Dean looked on in shock at her magnificently huge mounds and flinched as Felicia tossed the bra on to his shoulder, where it dangled.
"Do you have a 32B?" Mika asked Dean with a glare, breaking his concentration. She unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a blue lace bra nestled around her petite, fair-skinned frame. The bra was a perfect match for the bold blue streak that ran down her cute banged hairdo.
"Let me see," he replied nervously as he began to dig through his nylon garment bag that Felicia had been helping herself to.
"I want stockings too," Mika added impatiently.
"I'm sorry," Dean reported, "I have the stockings, but not the bra."
"That's okay," Mika replied with a wink in Felicia's direction. Mika suddenly unzipped and slipped off her skirt, letting it fall to her feet. Dean looked over her matching blue panties for a brief moment, before she pulled them down her thighs and dropped them to the floor on top of her skirt. She stood before him bottomless, showing off the smooth, hairless slit between her legs.
