The Ice Queen Won't Allow It

After about 2 minutes, two of the most frustrating minutes of Lauren's life, she finally saw the door reopen, and rushed over to grab the soft garments from the salesgirl before she had crossed the threshold.

"HA HA! You wear Wal-Mart underwear! But you work at a lingerie store!", Lauren leaned her head back for a full, true giggle.

This made the salesgirl blush a deep crimson. "I WORK HERE! They don't pay me enough to shop here!".

"Well, still, did you have to get pink with white bunnies?! I LOVE animals more than the next girl, but do you really need a bunny on your cunny? What, hoping he'll come hopping to life and treat your clitty like a carrot!? Give you a naughty nibble!"

"NOOO!!", the salesgirl whined.

And then Lauren brought the garment to her nose.

She inhaled sharply, before wrinkling her nose.

"You're right.", Lauren said. "You shouldn't let MOST girls wear the lingerie longer than an hour! They'll stink it up!", flipping the gusset to the light she exposes some stains from the young woman's juicy twat pressed against these all day. The girl was a lesbian, and this job was close to a dream for her.

Now it was more a nightmare.

"At least don't wear 'em a week!", Lauren laughed again.

"I don't!", the salesgirl pouted like a toddler.

"Ahh, I'm only joking."

Lauren gave her a gentle kiss on her nose, "I'll slip in another grand for hurting your feelings. Sorry. But you are a super cutie!", Lauren observed her unrestrained breasts in her blouse, "I figured a girl with your figure would be able to take it. You know, us beautiful people are always ribbing each other."

"Us?", the salesgirl asked dreamily.

"Oh yes, you just have to show off what God gave you!", Lauren told her sweetly. "Here, let ME give YOU some fashion advice, free of charge!"

Lauren padded over in her black silk lace cape and leotard like underwear to a can of office supplies next to a stapler, selecting a pair of scissors.

The salesgirl stood silent as she sashayed back and clipped, expertly, the top two buttons from her blouse.

"Hmm, one more!", and like that most of her cleavage was exposed, damp from sweat. Her heart was pounding.

"Now, slip on out, and I'll slip into these!"

The salesgirl could only nod, meekly. She'd have to take her break soon to end this ache in her groin, the fire in her lower belly would probably make her spot her jeans visibly soon, especially without her underwear!

God, it felt electric to have her clit bump the seem of her zip, her nipples rubbing on her soft silk blouse.

Lauren waited only for the slam of the door to start stripping off her seven hundred dollar underwear. She did like them, and would have to remember to tell the girl to set them aside.

She blanched, seeing her own wet spot in the middle of the gusset between her ankles. "Yes, she thought, definitely keep them aside."

Lauren was so experience it was like watching a circus. In an instant she was under her bra and had removed her breasts! Letting the fabric collapse she threw one up, clutching the other form, she slipped out of the GREATLY loosened top before the falsie fell back, catching it with other hand.

She then inserted her foam fakery into the cotton cups of the inferior undies of the salesgirl.

At least they fit!

With them in, Lauren pulled the taut garment on.

Repeating the same procedure, except with space age material made simulated ass cheeks, in her panties, she is fully clothed, but her girdle is totally exposed!

"Damn, she thinks, I'll have to play it off!"

But her thoughts are cut short as the door reopens.

"Uh...Miss Lauren.", the salesgirl trembles.

"WHAT?!", Lauren looks at her like Lucifer.

"There's a limo just pulled up in the parking lot. I'm sure it has to be for you!", she rattles off quickly.

"Yay! Thanks sweety!", Lauren's mood spinning on a dime.

"Is that a...a...a...gir..", the salesgirl tries to ask looking down but Lauren cuts her off. "A girl's corset?! Yes, very expensive, and the latest style! The stitching was made in Paris, but the panels were made in Milan!", Lauren reveals proudly.

"Wow, I wish I was rich!"

"You will be!", Lauren heard a horn honking.

"Do you have a back entrance?", Lauren inquired.

"Sure, it's a store after all.", the salesgirl reported.

"Good, tell that idiot to pull around into the alley. I have a safe of petty cash in there. Not much, mind you, just ten grand so I don't have to declare it when I want to jet to Tokyo for sushi and not be hassled by customs.", Lauren bragged.

The salesgirl could only look on wide eyed before running out of the room. In 40 seconds the sound of the Rolls Royce Engine a few yards away alerted Lauren the salesgirl had succeeded.

"Thanks oh so much!", Lauren gratefully told her as she led her through the back corridor, store room, and to the loading dock where her chariot awaited.

Lauren nearly threw herself inside the luxury car and slammed the door.

The girl frowned, but that was turned upside down when the tinted window came down and a wad of cash was barely contained in Lauren's hand.

"Sorry, I lied.", Lauren stuck her tongue out and the salesgirl went white, "This is FIVE thousand dollars! Thanks for the help kid! If you want to make twice this a week and live for free in a beautiful mansion you ought to hit me up, I could use a personal assistant!"

The salesgirl could only stare at the cash in her hand as the car drove away, flabbergasted. And horny as all Hell.