Frank seduces the shopgirl

"This a wonderful place you have here," he smiled at the young woman. "Are you the owner?"

"My aunt is. I help her out a few days a week. I'm glad you like it," she smiled back. "Was there anything in particular you were interested in?"

"Actually, and this may seem odd, what I'd really like is a cup of tea. So much of this stuff reminds me of my grandmother's house when I was a little boy, and I always remember her drinking tea. My name's Frank Castillo by the way."

"Lorraine Hayden. Very pleased to meet you Mr. Castillo. And I'd be delighted to get you some tea. I just made a fresh pot."

"How wonderful! You're very kind. Thank you so much. Allow me to pour." Frank surreptitiously dosed Lorraine's cup as he poured, then sat back and sipped his with satisfaction.

"This is wonderful Ms. Hayden. You're very kind to indulge an old man's wandering through his memories."

"Not at all, and it's Lorraine. This place is all about memories."

"Well put, and if we're going to be on a first name basis, it's Frank. Your aunt is very lucky to have such a pleasant assistant. Particularly such an attractive one. You do my old heart good just to look at you."

"Thank you Frank! That's so sweet. And you're not so old. You're kind of attractive yourself." She smiled at him, crossing her legs and rocking her foot as she took another sip of tea and looked at him from under lowered lashes.

"There's something about seeing a pretty young woman surrounded by all this ornate old furniture," Frank smiled. "Each enhances the beauty of the other. If only I could buy something and take you with it to decorate it."

"You are a tease," she giggled flirtatiously. "Some of this furniture used to be decorated by pretty girls! That couch over there used to be in a brothel in New Orleans! I'm sure a lot of pretty women sat on it."

"I doubt any were as pretty as you," Frank grinned, enjoying the blush of pleasure on the girl's cheeks.

"I'm sure they dressed a little more provocatively than me," Lorraine giggled. Frank leaned back in his chair and looked at her appraisingly, raising one eyebrow.

"I think you have a very provocative look to you, Lorraine. Hinted at, not out on display, but very much hinted at. It would be a strange man who didn't wonder what you had on under those clothes."

"Oooo, you really are a flirt," she giggled, putting her teacup down and standing up. "Would you like to see?"

She barely waited for Frank to agree before she lifted her skirt and showed him her pretty floral panties, her face locked on his.

"My that's very nice!" Frank smiled as he eyed her "A cute little tattoo too! See what I mean about hidden secrets? I would never have guessed."

"My lingerie matches too," she giggled softly, taking off her jacket and casting it aside before opening her blouse. "They say a girl only wears matching lingerie when she expects to have sex...do you think they look pretty Frank?"

"Very pretty," he growled. "You're getting an old man all excited."

"You're not so old...imagine being one of those New Orleans brothel girls...waiting for a distinguished client...determined to show myself to best advantage...wanting him to pick me...to pick me ahead of all the other girls...."

"What do you think Frank? Would you pick me?"