Shopping

The boutique on the high street smelled of champagne and leather, polished marble floors echoing beneath her heels. Emma moved slowly through the racks, fingers trailing silk and lace as though testing the weight of her new identity. Bras with open cups. Panties so sheer they were barely there. Suspenders, garters, corsets designed not to conceal but to command.

She tried everything. Walked the floor as though it were a runway. Blouses buttoned scandalously low. Skirts slit high enough to flash stocking tops with every stride. The shop girls whispered to each other, eyes following her like moths to a flame.

“You look incredible in that,” one murmured, unable to stop herself as Emma stepped from the fitting room in a sheer slip that clung to every curve.

Another giggled nervously. “Honestly, you could model for us.”

Emma only arched a brow. “Could I?”

That was when the manager approached, cheeks flushed. “We’d… like to offer you something special. A discount, in exchange for a few promotional shots. Just for our private catalogue. Nothing untoward, I promise.”

Emma tilted her head, smiled slowly. The Lady Sonia smile. “Nothing untoward?”

Minutes later she was beneath the studio lights, not just posing but performing. Blouse tugged open to bare her breasts, nipples stiff against the cold air exposed. Lace panties tugged aside to flash her hairless pussy what no customer ever expected to see in a boutique advert. The camera clicked, the assistants gasped, and Emma relished every second. She wasn’t embarrassed. The manager smiled knowing that they would sell out all their stock because of this whore.

When she finally stepped back into the daylight, shopping bags at her side, she was dressed in an emerald green dress, the top was transparent showing off her nipples and it clung to her hips, her pussy throbbed at the excitement of having no underwear and the power she now had . She was Lady Sonia now, or at least close enough that Kevin would never tell the difference.

Back home, the drone of the mower had gone silent. She found Kevin sprawled on his bed, still topless, chest heaving, his face red from the effort. He looked up and say her standing over him, eyes catching instantly on her legs, the deliberate sway of her hips.

Emma paused looking out of the window at her garden as if deciding what to do next, shifted her weight, and lifted her dress just enough to reveal her naked pussy

Kevin froze. His jaw worked soundlessly, breath catching.

Emma’s lips curved into that perfect, knowing smile. “A reward,” she said coolly. “For being such a… helpful young man.”

Kevin’s chest rose and fell harder, his eyes glued to her cunt. He panted like a dog waiting for a command.

Emma let the silence stretch pulling her arms back, her transparent top straining against her heaving breasts, nipples hard and obvious, savouring the weight of his stare, savouring the power. Then she lowered the dress again with deliberate slowness.

“Back to work,” she said, voice low, clipped. “I’ll decide when you’ve earned more.”

Kevin scrambled to his feet, obedient, his face flushed with need.

And Emma? She felt lighter than she had in years.

This was going to be fun