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This is linked to the adventures of Rebecca but involves an adventure of Bill at the lingerie store. This is set in 1980 Birmingham so no social media, no internet, no smartphones so characters can be more confident about not being found out.
A word of warning. I have deliberately chosen to generally have longish introductions, including back story and development of the underlying story and some flirtation before sexual activity takes place. That reflects my own preference in stories, but YMMV. I also prefer to have my characters normally consider the implications of their actions.
This is an experiment for me. There are three points of view in this story. I would appreciate feedback on whether readers think this works or not and whether the misreads two of them make of each other are plausible.
I am a new writer so constructive criticism is gratefully received.
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On the Wednesday after he had first met and made love to Rebecca, Bill Johnson had finished work early. He had had a meeting at a hotel with the representatives of a conglomerate which was considering making an offer for one of the companies he owned. While there was always an element of bluff about these things he thought that he had managed the balance between indicating that he would listen to a good offer without appearing desperate to sell. In reality he wanted rid of the business PDQ. His gut feeling was that the car industry around Birmingham would shrink in the next few years, and this would not be good for their suppliers.
At the end, the prospective buyers had named a price which suited him and said that they would be making a formal offer in the next few days. He knew that it would all take more time than he would like and that at some point they would try and renegotiate the price downwards as a result of their due diligence. Still 20% less would still be above the price he had been expecting. He could always call in a favour and have a seemingly genuine and independent third-party show interest in entering a bidding war.
He decided that he would meet with his accountants and new lawyers next week to sound them out on fees and to confirm whether the advice that he had received previously on how best to structure the sale still held. He sent his in-house accountant back to the office to ring up the advisers and make the appointments.
On the way to the meeting, he had spotted the woman's clothing store which Rebecca had described to him on Saturday night. He had been turned on by Rebecca's description of the additional services provided by Monsieur Alphonse. While feeling that going back to the flat to fuck a sales assistant, who was in effect a whore, sounded tacky, he was interested to see how much truth there was in the story she had told him last week. The young woman was clearly clever, he had enjoyed making love to her, but he wanted to check her veracity.
As part of the psychological game playing for the business meeting, he had worn one of the Saville Row suits his wife had insisted on him buying, a well looked after pair of Church's Consul shoes, a cashmere coat, and a fedora. He believed in looking the part of a prosperous gentleman. As it turned out that this had been the right choice for ensuring that he had an interesting evening.
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Joanna was leaning over the desk in Monsieur Alphonse's office. It had been a slow afternoon in the shop as was normal for a Wednesday and she had spotted an outfit which she wanted to buy in his stock. She was now busy allowing Monsieur Alphonse to do what was necessary to raise the staff discount from 25% to 40%.
It had been a bad week. Daddy was upset about her report from the crammer where she was studying to retake A level history and had halved her allowance. She had failed the exam last year and if she wanted to go to university to study French she needed to get at least a C this time.
It wasn't that they expected her to fail again, it was more the fact that they had said that she was not trying hard enough and made silly mistakes of detail. Anyway, the last one was George's fault. She had asked for a copy of an essay comparing Elizabeth and Mary and he had given her one which had compared Elizabeth with Mary Tudor rather than Mary Queen of Scots.
Dad unfortunately had known her well enough to realise what had happened and had made it clear that although she could discuss essays with George, she must write them herself from now on
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George wasn't a bad sort and at least he didn't lecture her. He was still grateful for her help with that new girl Elizabeth who had initially threatened to do to him in French what the Tart had done to him in history. He was grumpy this week though because despite getting into Oxford it had been at Lady Margaret Hall rather than Balliol and the Tart had got a scholarship to Christ Demetevler Escort Church.
Anyway, she was three minutes in to the five agreed with Monsieur Alphonse (AKA Ernie). She had taken off her blouse and bra and he was squeezing her tits and playing with her nipples from behind her. There was a changing room mirror in front of the desk. She had initially amused herself by deliberately adopting bored expressions while he fondled and sucked her breasts from the front, but he had caught her at it once too often and threatened to withdraw the additional staff discount.
Even then she had out negotiated him. She got a 40% staff discount for allowing him to play with her tits rather than a 35% one and she did not have to let him suck her nipples. Admittedly this did include him fondling her from behind in front of a mirror and her smiling during the process. The real advantage for him was that it allowed him to rub his cock against her arse. While her skirt and his trousers remained on, his hard on she took as a compliment without actually involving more mess.
It was the best of both worlds for her as it allowed her to enjoy the effect she had on men without being fucked. She also enjoyed looking at herself in the mirror. What she really wanted to be was a glamourous model and in a perfect world do films like Twiggy. Daydreaming about this helped her smile while her boss played with her.
He actually stopped after only four minutes. Perhaps he had been worried about coming inside his trousers. She put on her bra and blouse. While he was distracted, she deliberately did up more of the buttons than Ernie liked his Vendeuses to have done up when serving male customers.
She joined Janet behind the counter. The two exchanged smiles. A moment later Monsieur Alphonse emerged from his office and headed to the toilets. That should ensure another five minutes without him as he jerked off at the thought of taking her from behind.
Just then the bell sounded at the front of the shop and a customer came in. The man was older than her father and she decided that he must be a time-wasting old perve. He smiled at her and Janet. She had no doubt that Janet smiled back, but she merely glowered with a look of contempt and whispered just a little too loudly to Janet, "Another dirty old man."
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Ernie returned from the toilet after having relieved himself. While so far he had not been too badly hit by the recession he was worried about next year. His best earner, Lou, was going off to have a baby and soon she would be showing too much for her to provide special services other than to the select few who fancied pregnant women.
He was working on talking Janet into replacing Lou. While she was happy to go back to the flat, she was wary of the road trips. The main trouble was that she had had a bad experience on the first road trip and was scared to get back in the water. Lou's view was that Janet's real worry was that she had enjoyed it too much and was frightened about getting a taste for group sex. She also looked more like a nice young woman rather than a sex goddess until she had a bottle plus of wine inside her. Lou had offered to do a joint road trip with Janet in January and metaphorically hold her hand, but Janet had not yet agreed to it, and it would bite into the profits to pay both of them. It might also result in the clients getting used to two women shows.
Joanna was irritatingly temperamental. It would suit him and Lou if she stepped into the role as she would be off next September to university and as a leggy blonde she showed off the merchandise to its best advantage. The problem was that she knew it and enjoyed letting men know they were not good enough.
Fair enough turning down the overtime at the flat, but she would every so often be rude to the customers and even if she went to the backroom she would normally look too bored to encourage sales. Irritatingly on the occasions when she did decide to enter into the spirit of things then men would buy more than they intended. Still young men in their twenties and thirties usually had less cash that the widowers and divorced older men.
She even annoyed Jill, his wife. Jill was matter of fact and accepted that feeling the girls' tits was a perk of the job and that women were entitled to despise men for being led by their dicks. She had made it clear that blowjobs and sex were prohibited with the staff. She had made an exception for Joanna and told him that he could do anything he liked to the woman. Apparently the girl had been patronising towards her as well as him.
He emerged from the toilet to see that a potential customer had come in. The man seemed to be browsing and Ernie nearly went back into the office until he noticed that the man was well dressed and prosperous.
He then registered that he knew the man. He was older now, but he had been a friend of mom Dikmen Escort and dad. He had called the man uncle Bill while he was growing up. In the early sixties they had lost contact with him. The man had become too busy and successful. This meant that mom had too often complained to dad that she would have been better off marrying Bill and dad had chosen to argue with the man about some of the man's other friends. He had done his best to wipe from his mind some of the more heated arguments and the things which had been said between mom and dad.
He had read about the death of the man's wife a few months ago. Many of his best customers were widowers and perhaps the man had some young tart he was playing with.
He looked at Janet and Joanna and frowned. Joanna in particular was practising her bored look and was pretending to be chewing gum. He undid one button on Janet's blouse and three on Joanna's while also copping a grope. He whispered, "Don't you two dozy cows know by now how to spot a potential first-rate customer."
He then turned around, took a deep breath, and adopted the persona of Monsieur Alphonse.
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Bill had wandered into the shop where two sales assistants were behind counters. One smiled pleasantly at him while the other ignored him totally and snubbed him when he smiled at the pair. He guessed that the shorter smiling assistant was Rebecca's friend from Ward End or was it Washwood Heath while the sullen one looked a little more middle class. He half caught the sullen one whispering dirty old man.
He had started looking at what was on offer when he heard words being quietly exchanged and then a cough behind him. He turned and registered a flamboyantly dressed man in his mid-thirties whom he presumed was the proprietor. He also noticed that the two assistants had each undone a button on their blouses. Actually, the taller sulky one had undone two or three (or perhaps had had them undone for her). Looking at her she realised that she was much the same build and weight as Rebecca, although was blonde and was without the look of intelligence.
"Monsieur, welcome to Alphonse's. I am Alphonse and I would be honoured to advise a man of such self-evident sartorial elegance on your requirements."
The man clearly believed in laying the flattery on with a trowel. Still, he was in the mood for it and wanted to see how far the man would disclose his deals he allegedly offered to favoured customers.
Bill thought back to his early days in business and decided to tell a story. "Monsieur Alphonse, a friend of mine recommended your emporium as a source of high-quality lingerie for beautiful women and also your discretion."
The man smiled, "I am delighted to hear that. Word of mouth is always the best marketing." For a second he looked as though he would ask the identity of the friend but decided against it. Perhaps on the basis that it might compromise his reputation for discretion.
Bill continued, "I have a niece who is shortly to be married and wishes to please her husband to be. She and her mother have traditionally always been customers at Marks and Spencer's. While fine for everyday wear, she feels that they are not entirely suitable for clothing appropriate to the honeymoon. She has asked me as part of my wedding gift to her to buy her clothes to please her new husband."
Monsieur Alphonse looked as though he had helped gentlemen buy clothes for their "nieces" on many occasions and decided that part of the service was not to suggest that he saw through the deception. "A young lady of discernment. If only more young ladies would bear in mind that the best judge of what is most becoming and attractive on a woman is a man with good taste in clothes."
"That was precisely what she thought, Monsieur. I do not want to disappoint either her or her husband to be."
"Perhaps we can talk in my bureau. How tall is the young lady?"
"Five seven or so. She has long legs."
Monsieur Alphonse stole a look at the two shop assistants and nodded, while at the same time slightly frowning. He escorted Bill into the office. Bill was amused by how wholeheartedly the man was running with the French persona.
He had initially only intended to amuse himself, but in the light of the potentially sale of a subsidiary of his group of companies he thought why not improve Rebecca's wardrobe. Certainly, he had already pencilled in a trip to see the greediest of the museum directors in the north of England in early January to see if he was prepared to nibble and a suitable negligee would be needed.
Satin French knickers he thought would look good on Rebecca. The question was colour. Black, red or both? He also was turned on the idea of bonking her while she wore a basque or perhaps some other form of corset. It may also pave the way for seeing if was up for some of his wilder fantasies down the line. Stockings and more Elvankent Escort garter belts also seemed a good idea. Definitely a silk robe to wear while she told the story for the evening.
Monsieur Alphonse seemed genuinely fascinated in his merchandise and produced examples of everything Bill mentioned and took him into the shop area to see some of the displayed models to get a better idea. Bill appreciated that in theory, but the man was capable of overdoing the information. For once he did not mind it as it allowed him to think through the next step of his investigation into the special services.
"I'm impressed by your stock, Monsieur Alphonse. Tell me do you supply either of my friends, Gerald Larbey or David Esmonde?"
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Joanna was intrigued by how hard Ernie was trying with this customer. Now Ernie had mentioned it, she could see that the man was well dressed and had a silver fox vibe. Somewhere between Cary Grant and James Mason, but with a comparatively neutral Birmingham accent.
She then heard the man mention two names which interested her. Larbey owned nightclubs and also owned some of the best-selling top of the shelf girlie mags. Esmonde was known as an agent for models for catalogues, women's fashion magazines and some of the classier girlie mags. The ones in which the publishers employed people like Fay Weldon to write articles to allow men to claim that they read them for the intellectual content. He also had a reputation for placing girls as page 3 models and as extras in British films.
Monsieur Alphonse certainly was clearly hooked. "I am afraid that I am yet to make their acquaintance. I would truly appreciate an introduction."
"If my niece is happy with the garments, I will put in a good word for you with them."
Ernie and the man went back into the office. Joanna sighed to herself. Despite her efforts, her modelling career was not progressing as she would like. She had appeared in a few catalogues, but her career had not yet taken off. The local photographers were hardly Lord Snowden or David Bailey, and she could tell any promises to help her career were more about fucking her. Still the man had nonchalantly mentioned the two names as if expecting Ernie to know them as well.
Besides which with daddy being so beastly about her allowance and the A levels and so proud about George, it would show him them both if her modelling career took off.
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Ernie was almost certain that the older man had not recognised him. Admittedly it had been seventeen years and he prided himself that Monsieur Alphonse was a million miles away from the Ernie who had just done his national service.
The man then looked through the garments which he had indicated might be of interest and sighed. "Monsieur Alphonse. I am undecided on exactly which garments would suit my niece best. You know how it is. One cannot think of one's niece in the way which one would think of girlfriends. The stockings yes. I know they will suit any attractive girl and I will definitely buy a half dozen today. The silk robe as well I will buy, although I am still not certain about the colour."
Monsieur Alphonse looked at him and smiled. "You said your niece is around 5 foot 7 with long legs."
"Yes, that's right."
"We offer a special service for discerning customers in your situation. Most of our assistants are willing for a small fee to act as models showing how certain of the garments look on a female form. Obviously, we cannot afford to have copies of all garments used for display purposes or sell items which have been worn to customers, but I believe that we have the ones you are most interested in available for showing."
Ernie thought further about things and recalled how Joanna had reacted to the namedropping.
He lowered his voice, "Mademoiselle Joanna, although a belle femme is normally less willing to provide this service than the others. However, I saw her reaction to your mentioning your friends and I am certain that she will be eager to be of assistance to you. She wishes to be a model and I have little doubt that if you compliment her, ask if she is a model and hint that you might perhaps introduce her to your friends, she will strive to give the utmost satisfaction and will waive the fee."
He had led the older man to a room at the back of the store with a small "stage" with a wooden chair on it in the corner. There were mirrors on the walls by the stage which allowed the customer to get a full view of the garment and the girl. There was a record cassette player next to it. A comfortable sofa faced the stage.
He said "If Monsieur desires, I can provide a bottle of sparkling wine for sir to drink while watching the display. I believe that if mademoiselle Joanna is allowed to have a glass or two with you she will relax."
Ernie had been told in some of the nightclubs they sold cheap wine at 1,000% mark ups. He did not do this himself and felt that it was better to sell it at cost. Customers relaxed when they felt that they were not being ripped off on the wine and were less likely to quibble on the prices for the garments.
"If sir buys two basques or bustiers, I will of course reduce the price for those garments by the amount you pay for the wine."