Abbey and Aram

Abbey arrived at work just past two. “Excellent, Baqarat, I’m glad you are here. We have customers who are wondering about outfits.” Aram gestured in the direction of a younger couple. “We have found several they are interested in. Please, model them.”

Abbey stepped over to the clothes as Aram stepped into the path of the changing room. Abbey knew what he wanted. “Certainly,” she said, looking at the selection. “There are some quite revealing outfits here, so, if you don’t mind.” She said as she started unbuttoning her top.

The man of the couple looked towards the woman. Both were wearing rings, so Abbey assumed they were married. The woman was biting her lip while looking straight at Abbey, and after a moment, the man’s eyes returned to her.

Abbey stripped naked before taking the first of the outfits. A long skirt of slivers of fabric, all adorned with sequins and a matching top. She quickly got dressed, and Aram stepped closer. “This fabric is of the highest quality,” he said, taking the wife’s hand and leading her to Abbey. “See, feel the quality.”

The woman grabbed one of the strips of fabric that barely covered Abbey breasts and rand her fingers down it, her knuckles brushing against Abbey’s nipple. “It does feel nice, Simon, come feel this,” she said.

The man shot her another look as Abbey noticed his hard-on, tenting his slacks. Simon reached out and grabbed a length of fabric, deliberately running the back of his fingers over her breast. “It does feel nice,” he said.

“If you are wearing it out, you can wear panties and a bra; it does not detract from the look,” Aram said as if it was completely normal. “But if wearing in private, it allows for much accessibility. Try for yourself.”

The woman didn’t hesitate. She turned her hand around and palmed Abbey’s breast. After a moment, her husband joined her. “See?” Aram stated as Abbey moaned at their touch.

It only lasted a few moments before Aram said, “Next outfit.”

Abbey unclasped the top and pulled it away, the couple still holding her breasts. She smiled at them as she did the same for the bottom. Only as she bent to take the bottom off did their hands leave her flesh.

The next outfit was more conservative, though still provocative. This one had an opaque top and a full skirt adorned with coins. “This one is more for dancing. Movement makes the coins sing,” Aram explained.

As soon as Abbey was dressed, she started some basic moves to demonstrate. As the man stared at Abbey, Aram moved to the woman. “Here,” he grabbed her hips and guided her through similar motions, and her eyes widened. Abbey knew what was happening. Aram’s huge cock was pressed against her arse as he guided her through the motions.

Abbey winked at the guy as Aram said, “For this kind of thing, you would require a proper fitting, which could take some time. And the last outfit.”

Abbey pulled her top and skirt off and picked up the last outfit. She had never seen anything like it and wondered how it worked. “Stupid Baqarat,” Aram said. He stepped over to her and helped her affix the costume. The collar of which was chain, with short metal protrusions. As he fixed it around her neck, he said, “Not only is the metalwork pleasant to look at, but it is also able to be used.” He pulled on the short chain that hung down to Abbey’s covered bust and felt the choker tighten, the short protrusions digging lightly into her skin. Abbey moaned and shuddered.

“See,” he said. “Now you try,” Aram said to Simon.

Simon grabbed the metal length and pulled slightly, and again Abbey moaned. As she did, Aram turned to the woman. “So, would you like to try one?”

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