Missing the Cut
Chapter 5
The first two clients wandered about the boutique in typical shopping
fashion, making tentative selections based on a few touches or holding a garment
up against their bodies and taking a quick peek into one of the full length
mirrors that lined the shop. These too were part of Micky's responsibility and
she trailed the ladies as they made their way from one area to another, making
sure that the mirrors retained their pristine appearance. Her activities were
noticed by the clients who began to play little games with her, deliberately
leaving a small trace of their presence behind on the polished glass surfaces
before which they stood and preened.
The little game abruptly ended when the pair disappeared into adjoining
booths. All the while this little dance had been going on, Ms Thalia watched
with a small smile on her perfectly groomed features, knowing full well that the
ladies were merely leaving a trail of breadcrumbs in their wake to entice their
prey into their trap. It only took a few minutes for the red light to begin
blinking over one of the dressing booths, signaling that some assistance was
needed. She watched as Micky hurried to the summons. That particular dressing
room had a passageway to the one next door, a fact well known to a few of their
special clients who enjoyed shopping in pairs.
Mrs Worthington-Wentworth was a mover and shaker in high society,
serving on or chairing many committees dedicated to enhancing the arts and
providing opportunities for those less fortunate who deserved a chance to
improve their lot in life. A number of college scholarships bore her name thanks
to her husband's generosity. They in turn reaped a rich harvest of young women
who gladly exchanged their bodies for this marvelous chance to rise into a
better world in the future. Thanks to the miracles of modern science and
cosmetic surgery this sixty-something charity doyen could easily pass for a
woman in her mid forties.
She also held an annual charity golf tournament that brought together
some of the best women players in the world who performed for much less than
their usual appearance fees. As one of the ladies once delicately put it, the
"fringe benefits" more than outweighed any monetary gain that they could obtain
by playing in this little clambake. So it was not too surprising that Mrs
Worthington-Wentworth knew that this gorgeous young creature clad in a most
fetching costume once was on the verge of ruling women's golf at the tender age
of thirteen. Thus there was more than one reason for her intense personal
interest in this statuesque teenager who made her rejuvenated vagina become wet,
very, very wet.
Micky entered the booth and was struck speechless. There standing in
nothing but her bra with a welcoming smile on her face was one of the two women
who had entered the boutique as soon as it opened for business. In one hand she
held a pair of aqua bikinis, in the other a matching baby doll. "Well, it's
about time you showed your pretty face. Now I want you to take off those
ridiculous things and get into these so I can truly appreciate that shapely body
of yours. Be quick about it or I shall report you to Veronica when she arrives."
Poor Micky just stood there frozen, unable to deal with what was
happening. This was not something that Ms Thalia had prepared her for at all.
Then to make matters even worse the other woman stepped through a portion of the
false front partition separating the booths. She wore a white utilitarian girdle
and matching bra that strained to contain her large and obviously sagging
breasts. "Do you need a hand Grace? Is this girl being impertinent or just
naughty?" The half naked woman laughed and replied, "Perhaps I might might need
some help with this one after all. She is rather tall and seems to be not only
impertinent but downright disobedient. I asked her to get out of those silly
garments and put these on so I could truly enjoy the sight of her delightful
body, and all she does is stare at me as if I'm some old hag trying to seduce
her."
In less time than it takes to tell, the girl found herself stark naked
and cowering before this girdled fury who had just torn her beautiful garments
to shreds as she ripped them from her body as if they were rags. Micky made no
attempt to resist when Grace held the two garments out to her. She stepped into
the snug fitting bikinis that molded her flesh as if they were a second skin. To
her surprise the baby doll fit her perfectly, ending just inches below her
unfettered breasts.
The two women smiled at each other and then Grace rang for Ms Thalia,
who appeared almost instantly. "I'd like these in the usual size." Mrs.
Worthington-Wentworth said as if Micky wasn't standing beside her in the
identical garments. "I trust they will look as enticing on my dear Chelsea as
they do on this young lady."
As soon as Ms Thalia left, the half naked woman turned to the startled
teenager and said, "By the way I do believe you are Micky Wilson, the golfer,
are you not? It's such a shame you decided to retire at such a young age. I do
wish you would reconsider. I could be most helpful to your cause. Think about
what I've said and say hello to Janice and make sure you tell her that Grace
said hello." Now the young girl was in an absolute quandry; who was this
mysterious client who seemed to have such power at her fingertips and even knew
who she was?"
Her reveries was rudely interrupted as the woman in the girdle, whose
name turned out to be Tanja, took her by the ear and dragged her into the
adjoining booth, informing Grace that she would be a while and not to wait for
her. Her companion responded with a laugh that had more menace than glee to it.
Once Tanja had the girl inside her booth she quickly brought the narrow link of
chains into use and before Micky realized what was happening her wrists were
held behind her back. "That should keep you under control, but if you make any
further attempts to escape or cause a scene, I will be forced to not only use
the other set of chains to hobble you, but you will discover just how
unpalatable my panties are once they are secured within your mouth." Micky
shivered as she realized she was in some kind of trouble and could not depend on
the good offices of Ms Thalia, and perhaps not even Madame Veronica, to
extricate her from the mess she was in at present.
Tanja ordered Micky to be seated on the narrow low bench that occupied
the dressing booth, legs straddling it. Then she removed her bra, freeing her
pendulous breasts which drooped like two long gourds from her chest. Micky tried
to look away as Tanja squirmed her well upholstered lower body from the confines
of her girdle, grunting and even mouthing a curse or two as she finally freed
herself from its elastic grip. Beneath that foundation garment she wore a pair
of sheer low cut panties that were soaked through at the crotch. Micky was
afraid to even think what had caused this stain.
When Tanja moved over so that Micky's face was staring into her pantied
pubic mound, the girl knew what was expected of her and shuddered at the
prospect that lay before her. Her worst fears were confirmed when Tanja peeled
the panties down to reveal a thick mass of springy, salt and pepper pubic hair
that ran wild, creating an unruly trail of hair that ran up to her navel, while
other tufts occupied portions of her inner thighs. An overpowering scent of musk
filled the small room, much more than would be expected from a natural source.
"Quite a change from what Grace presents, isn't it? That poor woman
undergoes the agony of electrolysis treatments that she gets every month in
order to keep her muff looking like it belongs to a toddler. That's a high price
to pay for vanity as far as I'm concerned. But Grace is a dear and loyal friend
and I cannot disparage anything that she enjoys, even if it does smack of a
streak of masochism that I find decidedly unhealthy."
By now Micky was beginning to sink into a trance. All that existed was
that forest of hair, a veritable jungle of thick springy strands that had been
growing unchallenged for many years. Without thinking, the girl licked her lips
from nervousness. Her gesture did not go unnoticed. "I'm happy to see that my
muff seems enticing to you. We should both have a very enjoyable experience over
whatever amount of time it takes for that deft tongue of yours to get me hot and
juicy enough to drown you in pussy juice when you bring me off. Now get busy and
just remember that I am quite capable of boxing your ears good and proper for a
less than enthusiastic performance." Tanja's words caused Micky to almost break
into tears, but part of her knew that would be a fruitless gesture and might
bring down the wrath of this wild woman on her.
Micky approached her task with caution, fearful of creating a situation
that would result in some type of physical reaction from Tanja. Suddenly before
she could map out her strategy, her head was thrust firmly into the woman's
crotch and for a few brief moments Micky became panic-stricken. Tanja must have
recognized the teen's reaction and to Micky's amazement she began stroking her
hair and crooning to her, trying to get the girl to relax and realize that
perhaps this wasn't going to be as bad as she expected.
Micky went on automatic pilot in a sense, following her instincts and
the feedback she got from Tanja. Within a matter of minutes she had lost all
fear of the woman and what she was doing. The more she realized how much Tanja
was enjoying her efforts, the harder she tried to make it even better for her.
When Tanja began to moan and tremble as the first hints of an impending orgasm
made their appearance, Mickey locked on to her target and for the first time she
took over the relationship. She would call the tune and Tanja would dance.
It was one of those amazing moments when you suddenly understand
something so completely that you are elevated into another dimension. What took
place for the remainder of the time that it took to bring Tanja to that special
place, feel some of the joy that she was experiencing and then accompany her
back to the world, having shared somewhat in this almost mystical experience is
not easily amenable to being described with words. Suffice to say, that morning
Micky and Tanja formed a bond that would serve the girl well over the years to
come.
It was a very different Micky Wilson who exited that dressing booth some
time after Tanja had taken her leave of the boutique. Ms Tahlia was so
overwhelmed by the clientele roaming the shop, in actuality all waiting for a
glimpse of Micky, that she nearly lost her composure when Micky stepped from
behind the velvet cloth that hung there as a sign that the occupant must not be
disturbed under any circumstances. Micky was still clad in that filmy set of
undergarments that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The sight of the
teen in this outfit caused a collective gasp to come from the assembled group.
So it came to be that the jaded upper crust of the city paid homage to this
young goddess who up until this moment had no idea of her powers or how to use
them.
The rest of the day was one big whirl of colors, scents, muted voices,
caressing hands and gentle kisses mostly on her brow, a few of the bolder ones
daring to brush their lips to hers. When Madame Veronica arrived and was
informed by her assistant what had occurred earlier she was initially horrified.
Once she saw Micky, how she carried herself and the way these powerful and
wealthy woman fawned over her, it became apparent that this child was a
phenomenon of nature, come to visit her little shop and grace it with her
presence for only a brief time. It happened that her brief visit was enough to
establish this out of the way boutique as the in-place, where for the next
decade, the elite of the city went for that special garment or bauble. In turn
this left Madame Veronica a wealthy woman able to retire to the Costa del Sol.
( To be continued)
