Sherri and Lisa

"Well, I was just going to get some iced tea for me and lady of the house, who you really need to talk to," said Steve, "would you like some?

"Oh, if it's no bother, thank you." She smiled warmly at him.

"Oh, no bother. Lisa, someone here to see you!" he called up stairs. Steve went into the kitchen.

In the kitchen he poured three glasses of iced tea. Into two, he crumbled a pill. He marked his glass by putting a straw in the other two, but not his. He put the glasses on a serving tray and brought them into the living room. Lisa was already there, and she was now wearing a loose fitting hoodie to cover her sweaty body. Steve handed out the iced tea. Lisa thanked him and thirstily drank hers.
Sherri took a long slow sip. "That's good. I've been out all day."

"Drink up," said Steve, "I can always make more." He wondered if the pills would work and if so, how long they would take.
Lisa quickly finished her tea and started chatting with Sherri about the house, the neighborhood, nearby schools, etc.
Steve watched. Sherri slowly finished her tea. After about ten minutes, he gave a test. "Lisa, go upstairs and change into a denim skirt and halter top."
Lisa sat up for a moment, then got up and headed up stairs. Sherri looked a bit confused.

Steve smiled. "So Sherri, are you successful at your job?"

"Yes, good enough. I'm not a top-grosser yet, though, but working up to it. I've only been in the biz for 5 years, after my divorce."

"You know what would make you a much better seller?"

"What?"

"Show off your underwear," said Steve nervously, hoping the pill had taken effect.
"Sherri thought for a moment, "That would make me a much better seller?"

"Sure," said Steve, "Show me your underwear. Drop your skirt."

Sherri stood up and undid her skirt. She let it drop to her ankles. She pulled up the tail of her blouse and showed Steve her pantyhose. She blushed.
"Pantyhose?" said Steve, "tsk tsk tsk. From now on wear only sexy panties. Lacey panties, silk panties, satin panties, French cut. You have a great ass and great And no more pantyhose, unless they're crotchless. From now on you'll wear thigh high stockings. You have a great ass and great legs "

"Thank you," said a still blushing Sherri, "I work out all the time."

"Well, keep it up. Make sure your ass and legs are in tip top shape. "Now, what you need to do is, find ways for your clients to see your panties. Let your skirt fall as if it was an accident. Where short, loose skirts, then excuse yourself to go to the bathroom then tuck your skirt into your panties, also making it look like an accident. When wearing slacks, leave your fly wide open. That will make you a much better sales lady. Won't it?"

"Yes, of course! You're so right." Sherrie dropped her blouse and went to pull up her skirt.

"No, Sherri, leave your skirt off and take off your blouse too. Then come over here and lay across my lap, so I can feel your great ass."

Sherri blushed more deeply. She came over and lay across Steve's lap. He ran his hands over her ass and squeezed and carressed it.

Lisa came down in a distressed demin skirt and halter top. She saw what was going on in the living room. "What the hell?!"