The Boudoir Boutique

Brenda still wasn't sure what to make of the situation. Everything had been happening so fast, that she still hadn't had time to fully process everything. Nicolette continued to make everything appear so simple and … right! Brenda was still struggling with the notion that the men secretly enjoyed the notion their wives fucking around. It certainly began to appear that it was at least true for Dana. Brenda wanted to find some more alone time with Nicolette, to pick at her brain and ask some more in-depth questions of her relationship with Dana and others, including Mac. Any doubt that Brenda had, of her life being any different than Nicolette's was quickly fading away; especially as Brenda let Nicolette lead the way.

“So! Today is Make Me Feel Sexy Day!” Nicolette royally proclaimed the holiday as the trio made their way towards a well known lingerie store. Once inside, Nicolette continued her command. “Remember! It's about owning the moment.” Nicolette led the way deeper into the store with Dana on their heels.

Brenda's eyes were scanning over the various posters of models, promoting the various clothing objects in the store. There was no denying that each of the photos, though tasteful, were screaming 'SEX!' Even the mannequins were on provocative display, showing additional merchandise. While these types of stores weren't foreign to Brenda, the sexuality that filled the air was undeniable. Even the music playing in the background had a certain hypnotizing, sexual rhythm to it. What was completely foreign to Brenda, was having Dana, the only male customer in the store, hovering so close on their heels, like a lost puppy dog. Every time Brenda caught a glimpse of him, it felt as if his tongue was drooling and his tail was wagging.

The trio was met by a slim, Latino, sales lady, whose breasts were almost spilling out of the low cut blouse she was wearing. Brenda's eyes were glued to the melons that seemed they could only belong to a woman twice the size of the clerk. They looked like two basketballs, barely held in place by the visible black lace bra she was wearing. Tiny rosettes outlined the material, showing the richly toned skin beneath. Brenda was taken by the bold look, and a quick glimpse towards Dana confirmed he was also.

Standing beside the lovely sales clerk was an equally dashing, tall, well-built, and extremely well dressed gentleman. Brenda guessed he may have been of Italian descent, given his dark, olive-toned skin. Upon closer inspection, Brenda could easily imagine this to be one of Mac's henchmen, though, despite being well-built, he wasn't overly muscular. His fine tailored suit fit to perfection.

Before either of the two had a chance to introduce themselves, Nicolette intervened.

“Well hello Heaven. It's been a while! It's so good to see you again, And you too Sal!” Nicolette greeted each one with a warm hug and air kisses to each cheek.

It was only then that Brenda took note of the name tag pinned to the left breast, having otherwise been so distracted. 'Heaven Martinez.' The name certainly fit, thought Brenda as she politely smiled. Darting her eyes to the gentleman, she noted his name tag, “Salvatore Silvetti.” Again, she smiled, assuming she had guessed his nationality accordingly. Beneath his name, Brenda also noted, “General Manager.”

“Same here,” Heaven replied in a singing voice. “How can I help you today? Is there anything in particular you're looking for?”

“Well … my good friend Brenda and I are looking to 'spice up' our wardrobe. I was hoping you might be able to provide your … um … 'personal touch' … in helping us select a few new outfits?”

Brenda noticed the glint in Nicolette's eyes as she asked the sales assistant for some help. There was a knowing, wordless, exchange between the two, that was a bit unsettling for Brenda. She could feel the heat between the two, much like she had experienced with Nicolette earlier. Brenda also caught note of the subtle blush that rose along Heaven's neck, coloring her cheeks as the corners of her lips curled upwards.

“Why, yes, of course,” Heaven was quick to respond, breathing rapidly. “We have some new outfits that I'm sure you'll find quite … um … titillating.” Heaven smiled brightly towards Brenda this time, eyeing her from head to toe, humming appreciatively at the sight, causing Brenda to squirm uncomfortably. “You know the routine. You can take your friend Brenda into the dressing lounge. I believe suite C is available. Make yourselves comfortable. I'll be in shortly to get your sizes.” Heaven then turned towards Dana, who was standing idly by, looking as uncomfortable as Brenda felt. “And what about Dana? Shall I pick something out for him also, or is he here to approve of your outfits?”

Brenda's jaw nearly hit the floor as her eyes flew wide in disbelief. She didn't hear what she thought she did … or did she? Brenda's head was going back and forth as if she were at a tennis match, gauging Dana's reaction, capturing Heaven's seductive smile, and looking at the sparkle in Nicolette's eyes. Why on earth would Dana be getting an outfit here? Then as if a light bulb had been turned on, Brenda began staring at Dana, almost able to see him wearing some of these outfits. Suddenly the vision of him in thigh highs, garters, belts and a cute lacy bra, filled Brenda's mind. She had to shake her head to erase the image, before looking at Nicolette incredulously.

The look Nicolette had plastered on her face, left Brenda with little doubt, that Dana dressed as Heaven had implied. Nicolette also added to Brenda's mindfuck by quickly replying, “For right now, he's just observing and helping … this IS supposed to be a 'LADIES' day!” She grabbed Brenda's hand and led the dumbstruck friend towards the opening towards the back of the store.

Sal then piped in, “I'll keep Dana occupied while you do 'your thing'! Maybe we'll pick out some outfits for you to try on … You know, from the male perspective!” He too gave a knowing wink towards Nicolette, as if there was some hidden meaning to his words, causing Brenda to shiver again. What struck Brenda oddly though, was the pitch and tonality of Sal, calling into question his preferences in sexual partners.

Again, Brenda was caught up in the tornado of thoughts running amok in her brain, trying to sort out the important questions that needed to be asked, and file the others away for supporting information later. The more time she spent with Nicolette, the more and more she felt like she was becoming the blonde bimbo she was trying desperately not to become. It was as if she had **** in the matter, placing her hand in Nicolette's and allowing her to lead the way, was like submitting all her will to Nicolette, and trusting all she had planned. There was no reason Brenda could formulate, not to trust her new friend; however, they had only known each other for less than twenty-four hours. It was gnawing at her brain, that she was unable to gain control of any situation she was being placed in! Yet, here she was, following Nicolette into the dressing room.

They found the door marked with a large 'C' and entered. Brenda was immediately overwhelmed by the spacious accommodations. The room was about the size of a bedroom, with plush, soft, pink carpeting throughout, a large cushioned bench was placed in the middle of the room. There was a brass garment rack off to the side. Overhead, soft dim lights cast a warm and inviting atmosphere. However, what caught Brenda's immediate attention, were the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that completely encased the room, allowing the occupants an unobstructed view of everything contained within.

Having been led to the bench, Brenda now stood with her back to Nicolette, staring at her reflection in the mirror. The familiar look in Nicolette's eyes made Brenda feel as if she were to be eaten alive. Nicolette had eased herself behind Brenda, joining her in her reflective gaze. Nicolette's fingers danced ever so lightly upon Brenda, causing her to shiver with anticipation, feeling Nicolette's breasts pressed firmly into her back. Nicolette's hot breath bathed her earlobe as she whispered, “Heaven did say to make ourselves comfortable.” At that instant, Nicolette captured the lobe between her lips and suckled, nibbling ever so delicately. As she purred, her hands drifted over Brenda's breasts, undoing the buttons, exposing the bare flesh along the way.

Brenda offered no resistance, mesmerized by the hypnotic image in front of her, watching as Nicolette provocatively disrobed her of the blouse, tossing it towards the rack. “So nice,” Nicolette purred lightly raking her manicured, painted nails across Brenda's skin, which was erupting with tiny bumps. Fleeting touches, barely making contact, soon had Brenda yearning for more, leaning back into Nicolette, surrendering to her wishes. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips when fingers found her hardened nipples, straining for attention. A forceful grip on one tit was partnered with flickering glances to the other. Brenda couldn't explain why she was like putty in Nicolette's hands, but the expert craftsman could mold her any way she wanted.

Brenda welcomed the suckling kisses to her neck as she willingly canted her head to the side, offering unabated access to the sweet flesh. It just felt so right, watching Nicolette's hands in the mirror as they kneaded, fondled, and stroked the bountiful melons. “You are just so irresistible,”Nicolette hissed as a hand slid down over the taut belly and delved beneath the pink skirt. Brenda drew in a breath, making room for Nicolette's hand, which found her pussy already wet and waiting. There was something so much more exhilarating, being able to watch being seduced, that excited Brenda. She reached back and found Nicolette's hips and drew her tighter, so that they were almost one. Brenda's eyes fluttered for only a moment, and somehow, her skirt was suddenly pooled at her feet.

Brenda now stared at her naked reflection, with Nicolette behind her. Nicolette met her gaze in the mirror, as her hands openly roamed over the bare flesh presented to her. Brenda knew at that instant that she'd do whatever her new-found sister in plight, wished of her. Never before had she felt so attracted, or so attached to someone, as she did right now. She parted her thighs, giving Nicolette access to plunge several fingers into her depth, while she still held on tight to her breasts. Helpless to betray her own body's desires, Brenda succumbed and offered herself to the bliss of release, captured within Nicolette's grip.

It should not have come as any surprise to Brenda, yet, just as the throes of orgasm began to erupt from within, the mirrored door burst open. Body frozen, unable to move, Nicolette's grip too strong, Brenda stood helplessly as she watched the mirrored door shut back in place. Standing before Brenda, …