Author's note: The Jones family saga continues. There's some exhibitionism and hetero male butt-play at the beginning of this part - you have been warned. There's also plenty of the more standard taboo stuff later on. I hope people are enjoying this debauched tale as much as I like writing it. As always, constructive and/or positive feedback is what keeps me posting these naughty narratives. Thanks for the nice ratings and comments so far!
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"Here we are," said Mia.
After a quick lunch at a small deli downtown, Mia had driven us over to the Mills, an upscale neighbourhood in the heart of town. Towering, ancient oak trees shaded rambling, red-brick Victorian mansions. Wrought iron gates and tall hedges and fences shielded lush gardens from the nearby urban bustle. As we pulled into one of the shaded driveways, I raised my eyebrow quizzically at Mia.
"Who's house is this?"
Mia flashed me a mischievous grin. "It's a shop. A friend of mine runs it."
My curiosity unsated, I climbed out of the car and followed Mrs Bragg up to the front door, where she rang the doorbell. We didn't have to wait long before the heavy, dark wooden door opened and we were greeted by a beautiful older woman with platinum blonde hair. She was wearing dark eyeliner and deep red lipstick that accentuated her aristocratic features well, but it was the red and black underbust corset that left her ample bosom exposed that captured my attention. A small cross of black tape barely concealed each of her nipples. I couldn't stop myself from staring.
"Mia! How good it is to see you!" exclaimed the lingerie clad woman, her accent distinctly francophone.
"Hi Elise," said Mia as the two embraced.
"And who is this handsome young man?" said Mia's friend once they'd separated.
I offered my hand as Mia introduced us. "This is my friend Alex - Alex, this is Madame Blanchard."
"Pleased to meet you, ma'am," I said, somehow meeting her friendly gaze as she delicately shook my hand.
"So polite! Please, call me Elise," said Madame Blanchard, smiling. "I like him, Mia. But I am sure you are not here to chat! Please, follow me - I have your delivery in the store."
Bewildered and aroused, I followed as Elise led Mia and me inside, my eyes travelling up the French woman's body, from her black stilettos, along her long, stocking clad legs to her rounded ass and the salacious thong she was sporting. I was so distracted that when Mia reached down to deliver a pinch to my butt, I almost yelped.
"Told you'd like it," she murmured.
The lobby of the mansion was elegantly decorated with dark wooden furniture and a luxurious red carpet. A large, ornate staircase dominated the hall we entered but Elise led us through a door to one side of the opulent foyer into another handsomely furnished room. Instead of ornate antiques and suits of armour, which would not have been out of place, the tables and counters in the large room were covered with various sex toys and scandalous articles of clothing. A few mannequins displayed picked selections of the raunchy garments and I couldn't help but notice the far end of the room had been given over to a selection of bondage toys, clothing and furniture including a few standing stocks and pillories.
Elise stopped before a counter that ran the length of the wall opposite the door through which we had entered. A cash register sat on one end of the oaken surface. Next to it was a large, open cardboard box.
"Let's take this back to fitting room," said Elise, picking the box up and leading us back through the shop to a door at the far end of the room. "Will Alex be joining us?"
Mia smiled at me and raised her eyebrows.
"Uh, sure," I mumbled, following the two women into a slightly smaller room, lined with mirrors and furnished with a few comfortable chairs and loveseats.
Madame Blanchard put the box down on a small table and retrieved a shiny black bodice from it. "Why don't we start with this, dear."
Still feeling rather befuddled, I sat down on a nearby loveseat and watched as Mia unabashedly lifted her dress up over her head. Seeing as she had decided to forgo wearing a bra that day, the undressing process did not take much time. Elise handed her the pvc bodice and took Mia's dress off her hands and hung it up on a clothing rack that stood nearby. As Mrs Bragg examined the bodice, Elise sat down next to me.
"I hope it is a good fit," said the blonde woman.
With the lingerie clad store keep sitting right next to me and Mia's toned, brown body on display before me, a warm flush of arousal to pulsed through my body. Thoroughly enjoying my current predicament, my cock began to steadily inflate with desire. I watched, mouth growing dry, as Mia squeezed her voluptuous form into the tight black top.
"It feels a little tight..." said Mia as she donned the skin tight bodice.
"Dear, it is a bodice, it is meant to be tight!" proclaimed Elise. "Can you still breathe alright?"
Mia took a few deep breaths, her confined tits heaving. "Yeah, I can breath ok."
"Good. Can you bend over?"
I watched as Mia bent over. Her breasts looked like they were struggling to escape the garment's tight grasp. Her cleavage looked eminently fuckable, squeezed together and presented as it was. My shaft throbbed hungrily.
"Uh huh," replied Mia, straightening her posture.
"Excellent!" announced Madame Blanchard. "Do you feel sexy?"
Mia bit her lip and flashed a coy look at me. "I dunno. Alex, do I look sexy?"
I swallowed. "You look amazing," I stated. It was the simple truth.
I felt Elise's hand on my thigh and wondered if she could feel the searing heat radiating through my shorts from my raging erection. I turned to meet the French woman's gaze. "You are not just being polite, yes?" she asked. "It is very important."
"Yes ma'am," I stammered. "I mean, no I'm not being polite, um, I mean, yes, she looks sexy!"
Elise laughed. "I think he likes it."
"This one might be too easy to please," said Mia, chuckling along with her friend at my hapless state.
