Coffee and pink lace

As we entered Vicky's Place,
she pinned on her badge
and said,
"You're a customer
that's how I must treat you in here.
PLEASE don't do or say anything that will cost me my job."

With a sly sort of smile,
I ask,
"If you don't model for me,
how will I know how something will look,
something I might buy for you?"

With just the right amount of sarcasm,
she told me,
"You know damn well what I look like
and can guess what the
thoroughly risqué playing around
clothes you will pick out
will look like with me in them.
As if you will leave them on me for more than a few seconds anyway.
And If you can't imagine that,
then pick them out,
wait until Saturday
and be surprised."

Unfortunately (or fortunately --depends on your point of view)
our whispers were overheard.

Said a co-worker of hers,
(and a young woman I'd said "Hi" to more than once)
"I'm just off work and can model for you,
if you like.
I've wanted to get to know you a bit better than
the simple Hi's we've exchanged so many times."

Quickly I answered,
To the co-worker: "There is no way I am going to answer that here and now."
To my coffee drinking friend: "I'd never have one of your special coffee breaks again."

Said she, "Then I will answer for you."
And to her co-worker, "Perfect, absolutely."
Back to me, "Our friendship has room for you to have more than one "friend"
and I completely support you two being whatever kind of "friends" you wish."
Again to her co-worker, "Frankly, I wouldn't mind seeing you in whatever he picks out for me,
although you are a bit larger both top and bottom than I am."

As I glanced and walked around the store,
I picked out:
lacy bra and matching boy shorts,
thong and see-through top,
baby-doll top with almost not there bottom,
a complete wedding style negligée,
and two-three other "outfits"
all, of course, in pink,
for modeling for me to see.

And model she did,
arms together in front and bending over enough
to almost spill out.
Swinging hips to showed moves
that I was fully appreciative of
and a twisting pelvic trust
that nearly had me cumming in my jeans.

You might remember the rise my coffee friend had
given me from our conversation at Starbucks,
I can tell you that her coworker took
that even higher,
frankly,
to truly painfully dizzying heights.

Carefully holding my jacket in front,
I paid for a boy short -- baby doll combination
and added a floor length lace gown, slit up both sides
to just under the arms,
to "hide" the boy shorts and baby doll top
until I was ready to open the package on Saturday.

I left them on the counter
in one of Vicky's pink bags,
for my friend to pick-up after work,
and turned to leave.

And as I turned she said, to her co-worker,
"Girl, you best be going with him.
What you and I have done to him,
needs some serious finishing tonight,
and I will be working late.

Her co-worker and I
looked carefully at our mutual frient,
Who smiled and winked back at us.
We glanced at each other,
I grinned,
she nodded
and took my arm
as we left the store.