With shock and awe.

As the door to the backroom closed behind the pair, Jamie barely took the time to look around before once again gathering up her dress to lift it. Some boxes, a few shelves with even more boxes, a door leading further into the building; who cared? Certainly not Jamie. Not when her cock throbbed and tingled so much. And she wasn't the only one that was desperately horny, judging by how Jenny fidgeted and pressed both hands into her crotch. That is, until Jamie had finally managed to pull up her dress, arms full of petticoat, the air of the backroom feeling relatively cold on her bare cock. The sight of it made Jenny gasp, the sales girl's knees nearly giving out at the sight.

"Oh my god," she breathed, thighs rubbing together involuntarily. "It's so... so... oh, fuck it. No - fuck me!"

Her decision made, Jenny began taking off her black-and-white dress, throwing it into a corner carelessly. Jamie gaped; underneath, the faux maid was wearing semi-sheer, white thigh-high socks with a frilly hem - held by an actual garter belt of the same color and laciness. The bra and panties matched, of course. A girl working in a high-end clothing store wouldn't be caught dead not coordinating her underwear.

"What are you waiting for? Get out of that dress and take me already!" Sitting down on one of the bigger cardboard boxes, Jenny began using one hand to rub herself through her panties. Her absolutely soaked, almost see-through panties. Jamie swallowed hard, her diamon-hard cock throbbing incessantly, and frantically stripped of her own dress, almost falling over in the process. With the garment finally gone, discarded on the floor, Jamie padded over to where Jenny was already breathing heavier, panties shoved aside so she could freely rub her clit, feminine juices dripping down the sales girl's generous ass to stain the cardboard.

"Oooh, look at that thing..." Jenny moaned, half-lidded eyes fixed on the futa's swollen monster. "I can already feel it splitting me open... Just look how wet I am..."

Jamie could actually hear how wet she was, wet squelching noises rising from between Jenny's legs with every movement of her arm. The sounds, the smell, the knowledge Jenny was fingering herself because Jamie's cock had made her desperately aroused drove the futa wild, her pulsing fuckstick giving a wild lurch that flung a dollop of pre through the air, straight onto the sales girl's flat stomach. Jenny gathered the sticky liquid up with her free hand and sucked it off her fingers lasciviously.

"Whoa, you're so..." Jamie trailed off, the right word eluding her with a lot of the futa's blood occupied elsewhere.

"Forward?" The maid finished for her, reaching out to grab the futa's throbbing cock and rub it up and down her dripping slit. "What can I say, I'm a freak in bed. Now shut up and give it to me."

Fixating Jamie with a gaze burning with lust, Jenny continued hotly: "Give it to me good!"

Jamie, speechless and turned on beyond belief, could only thrust her hips forward jerkily, missing Jenny's twitching hole completely, instead sliding upwards over the sales girl's labia, grinding against her clit.

"Mmh, easy, girl, easy," Jenny moaned, pushing Jamie back, hand still wrapped around the futa's dick. "That's not where I want you."

Leaning forwards, she guided Jamie's glans into herself, only letting go of the shaft when it began sliding into her slick, burning hot sex, a drawn out groan rising from Jenny's throat that lasted until the futa finally hilted out inside of her.

"Fuuuuuck, it's huge," the sales girl groaned, her head lolling backwards until she stared at the ceiling, eyes completely unfocused. "How did you get so little experience with a cock like that?"

Jamie froze, her engorged dick hugged tightly by Jenny's gushing cunt. How did she...

"I could--hngh! Tell," Jenny answered the unspoken question, leaning back to prop herself up with her elbows, and looked up at Jamie with a lewd smile. "You're way too excited and eager for this to happen very often. Am I right?"

"Y-yeah... I actually was a... I never had sex until yesterday," Jamie answered dejectedly, her dick still never faltering despite how depressed this fact made her feel.

"Hey, don't look so down, it's nothing to be ashamed about," the faux-maid consoled her partner, not quite able to supress the lust in her voice. "Luckily for you, size goes a long way for me. But I'll still teach you some technique, too."

With that, she tightened her abdominal muscles, squeezing Jamie's cock even tighter and making the futa bend over.

"Rule number one: Watch your partner," Jenny continued, beginning to move her hips back and forth, fucking herself on Jamie's cock. "Is she enjoying what you're doing?"

Jamie began moving her hips as well, quickly falling into a rhythm that matched Jenny's, grabbing her bent knees for leverage. The sales girl gasped and moaned every time Jamie's crotch slammed into her own, the futa's swollen glans bumping into her cervix. On the way out, Jenny sharply sucked in her breath, her pussy imitating her as it clung to Jamie's shaft and sucked it back in. Her perky tits bounced within the confines of her lacy bra with every thrust.

"It--oh god! It looks like she does... mmmnnh..." Jamie replied, barely able to form the words through the haze of lust overtaking her mind. Her cock was on fire, the folds and crevices of Jenny's cunt caressing it with their every movement.

"Oh, I--fuck! I do, very... ooh... much, but now we get to--ah! Rule number two." The sales girl obviously had the same troubles as Jamie, barely able to get out her instructions between cries of pleasure. "Don't just hamm-anh! Hammer away, change your angle, your--oh yes, right there! Keep doing that--ah! Oh god, yesss!"

Jamie was nothing if not a quick learner, at least when it came to sex. Gyrating and angling her hips, she stirred up Jenny's pussy until the sales girl's tongue lolled out of her mouth and she collapsed backwards onto the box, body trembling with lust. Of course, the futa had to slow down her thrusting for that, but the sweet sounds Jenny made when Jamie's swollen cockhead brushed over one particular spot towards the front of the sales girl's vagina more than made up for that and soon hat the redhead's cock ready to explode.

"Oh, oh, oh FUCK!" Jenny's moans rose in volume and intensity as her legs began to shake under the futa's hands, pussy twitching like mad around Jamie's straining shaft as the sales girl climaxed hard enough to drench Jamie's legs and stomach with her juices. Jamie was barely holding on herself, groaning as she doubled over and clenched her teeth and every muscle she could think of to stave off her own orgasm, **** to keep from blowing her load, to keep on fucking Jenny, to...

Finally, the sales girl came down from her orgiastic high and Jamie was only a hair's breadth away from cumming. But she hadn't sprayed her seed yet. There was only one thing the futa wanted more than finally pump Jenny full of cum: Showing the wannabe maid that the futa was more than just an almost-virgin, that she could be a skilled lover if she just had the chance. But her effort was for naught in the end - with a calculating, lewd smile on her flushed face, Jenny once again tightened her vaginal muscles, lifted up her hips and angled them back down just as Jamie pulled out, and when the futa thrust back in, the dam broke and her churning testicles released their contents in a white, sticky flood.

"Nnnnooooooh gaaawwwd!" Jamie groaned as she uncontrollably bucked and jerked her hips, spurt after spurt of pearly goo filling Jenny's passage, making her coo and murmur appreciatively. When the flow of white finally subsided, Jamie collapsed forwards, exhausted from her battle against her overpowering orgasm. Jenny's boobs were so soft, the lacy bra felt nice against Jamie's own tits as well, and the sales girl's arms on her back were so warm--wait, when had Jenny wrapped them around the futa? Had Jamie actually been out for a second?

"Sorry, couldn't resist," Jenny breathed into Jamie's ear, rubbing the futa's back with her thumb. "But it seems you already know rule three: Don't just blow your load, your partner usually wants to enjoy it as long as possible. You did pretty well for someone who started out only yesterday."

"Thanks," Jamie replied from where she was resting on top of Jenny, the futa's cock slowly softening within her partner. Her wits were slow to return, so Jamie couldn't think of anything else to say.

"And just to round things off, rule number four: It's a process with two people involved. Communicate, don't expect everything to work out instantly and be open to new things. Like I was just now." Jenny explained with a smile in her voice. "Which brings me to something that's been bugging me: Why do you not have any balls? And I mean literally, not figuratively."

Jamie's eyes shot open, her mind blank as she stuttered: "Wh-what do you mean? I... I, uh--?"

"Hey, I'm not stupid. Your big, fat nuts should have been slapping against my ass during all that." Jenny sounded a bit annoyed. "With that much cum, you can't be a eunuch. I thought you were trans at first, but then you would have balls. So what is it?"

"I'm... I have both." Jamie decided on telling the truth. Or at least part of it. "My balls are inside."

"Oh, so you're intersex?" The sales girl asked as if it was completely natural thing to ask this after the kind of revelation Jamie had just sprung. And to think the futa had been worrying about how to explain herself. "Uh, just to be sure: You can get people pregnant? I'm not on the pill or anything, so I need to know if I have to get the one for afterwards."

Well, wasn't this day full of heart-stoppers. Now Jamie had to worry about getting a girl she just met pregnant.

"I... guess? I never got myself tested or anything." Jamie's reply was a bit shaky as she realized that she had to check with Micaela and her own mother if the two women were on birth control. The last thing she needed was one, two or even three women all pregnant with the futa's children.

"Better get one then." Jenny's cavalier attitude towards unprotected sex was astonishing. Probably part of what she meant by 'freak in bed'. "If you're feeling better, I kind of need to get back to work, as much as I like the cuddling afterwards. And I think your friends want to continue the stream. We can, uh, freshen up in the staff toilet."

Right. That was a thing. And Jamie was not really looking forwards to modeling bathing suits. The dresses had actually been amazing, effectively hiding a full on boner - but with bikinis and onepieces, there was no way her package wouldn't be on full display.