Patrick decides to stay in the car, read his book, and let his wife handle the situation.

Stacy laughed to herself and then turned to go back to the dressing room to help out the wife. She loved this! It was amazing how often she was able to find the perfect customer for this sort of game—young, viral and attractive couples so caught up with the rush of life that they didn’t know how much they needed a sexual release. Stacy provided that release and loved doing it.

She knocked on the door. There was a moment of scuffling and small banging around before the wife replied, “Who’s there?”

“My name’s Stacy and your husband told me you needed assistance.”

“Oh right, um, just a minute,” was the reply.

There was a longer pause and finally the door unlocked. Stacy turned the handle and entered. What was this woman doing in there? It wasn’t too difficult to get caught up in three items of clothing and a bench. As she closed the door and turned to face her, it suddenly dawned on Stacy that the small room smelled strangely of musk. Gazing at the woman’s flushed face, it all fell into place.

“That’s a very sexy gown,” Stacy played it cool.

“Yes… yes, I don’t think I want it though,” Alice stammered in reply. She began putting her first outfit back onto a hanger to look busy.

“Mmm… I like it. I think you should get it,” Stacy cooed. She walked forward and faced her.

“Thanks, but we can’t afford all of them. I was having problems with this clasp and just needed advice on how to get it together.” She turned and tried reaching behind her to show the clerk.

Stacy walked forward and stood a bit too close to Alice’s back as she began to place the hook into the spinner clasp. “I know what you were doing,” she whispered.

“What?” Alice was shocked.

“Come on, you see yourself in the mirror, begin thinking about the reactions you’ll get from men… I’ve seen it before, and let me tell you, it happens all the time. Why don’t you finish up?”

Alice couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “What, I, you can’t… I’m telling your manager!”

“Darling, I am the manager, well assistant, but trust me, you’ll get in more trouble for public indecency than I will for confronting you on breaking laws in my own store. Come on, I’m not trying to be mean, I just need a little break myself and could use the relaxation. I’ll even do it with you.” With that, Stacy began unbuttoning her dress revealing the sheer lacy bra underneath.