in a bus accident and the settlement with the transportation company left me quite a bit of money. I manage pretty well.” Actually she managed with some astute financial guidance from a guy she’d slept with almost a year ago. He’d set up an account with his brokerage firm and since they’d split, a few comments from her about how his wife wouldn’t want to find out about their “relationship” encouraged him to continue to manage her money. He’d been quite successful and her nest egg had kept her in relative comfort.
“You must be bored to death, especially with Trish ready to go out on her own,” Marty had said. “You should really think about doing something more with your life.”
She had thought about it and over several long dinners at an anonymous restaurant fifty miles from Sound’s End, they had hatched the idea for her new venture.
Now Trish said, “So what kind of business are you thinking about?”
“I’ve done much more than think. We’re opening an erotic boutique. Vicki’s Erotic Emporium. We’ll have lingerie and stuff in the front with a video rental and toy area in one back room. There will be computers linked to several sites on the Internet and, with my advice, we’ll sell everything anyone might want to play with. This afternoon I poked around the building that used to be Sherman’s Art Gallery before it closed. It’s perfect and I’ve got the lease right here.” She pawed through the papers. “Somewhere.”
Trish’s mouth dropped open. “In this town? You’ll start a revolution. What makes you think there are women here who want that sort of thing?”
“Actually the lingerie in the front will attract lots of women, like the Victoria’s Secret in the mall in Saybrook. I wandered through it several times and it’s always crowded. The stuff in the back will have men coming in, too.” Vicki giggled at her double entendre but her daughter’s face remained grim.
“What about Suze? She’s not your biggest fan, and once word gets out about the store she’ll go ballistic.”
“She thinks she’s got clout, but Marty tells me she can’t really do anything about it. All I have to do is sign these papers and it’s a done deal.”
Trish sighed with resignation. “Do whatever you want, Mom. You will no matter what I say, but I, for one, think it’s a dumb idea.”
Vicki looked down at the stack of documents. “I’m expecting you to work there with me, of course.”
“Me? I don’t think so, Mom. I’ve gotten several positive responses to my résumé, positions that might become careers in time. I want to get started on making my own life.”
Nonsense. Trish would never get anywhere without the right guidance and her mother was just the person to show her exactly how to get what she wanted. “Don’t be ridiculous. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. This store will be worth a mint but I can’t run it by myself six days a week. I expect you to participate and that’s that.”
She watched her daughter’s shoulders stiffen. “I don’t think so, Mom.” Trish would resist, and Vicki watched her jaw tighten but she was sure her daughter would come around. This was best for her, and the store would keep her close and under Vicki’s tutelage. That was part of the attraction.
Another part of the lure of the store was the men it would attract. All kinds of guys, from lawyers to truckers, would hear about her store and its creative products and wander in. They’d never expect to find someone like her, gorgeous and willing. As she watched Trish walk into the kitchen, Vicki leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes. She saw the store, colorful, exciting, all done in black and various shades of reds and pinks. There would be piles of silky panties, bras, and gowns, and she could pick and choose what she wanted to keep for herself, at wholesale.
Vicki wiggled down so she could rest her head on the back of the couch and pictured the scene. In her mind, a guy walked in and picked up a deep blue bustier. He had large hands and a jaw stubbled with five o’clock shadow. His long black hair flowed past his shoulders and his eyes, a deep, icy blue, seemed to see through her clothes. “You’d look good in this,” he said, looking her over with obvious interest. “Wanna model it for me?”
Did she want to? Her pussy was already swelling and her panties were getting wet. “There’s a dressing room in the back,” she said in her dream, flipping the sign on the store’s window to show it was closed, then leading him through a curtain to the try-on stalls beyond. She opened the door to the largest one and he followed. “I’m going to have to undress to put that on,” she said, licking her lips to moisten her deep red lipstick. “Turn your back.” She knew he’d turn, but with mirrors covering the walls and the back of the door he’d be able to see her anyway. She went along with the game though, slowly, sensuously removing her blouse and slacks as though she didn’t know he was watching, then taking off her bra and panties. Gloriously naked she posed, sucking in her stomach and thrusting her large breasts forward.
She slithered into the bustier and slipped on the matching panties. “You can turn around now,” she said, her voice breathy.
He turned and his grin showed white teeth. “I knew you’d look sensational in that,” he growled. “You look sensational without it, too.” He grabbed the top of the bra and pulled her close. “You’re fabulous.”
His kiss was deep and demanding, just the way she liked it. He cradled her head in his long fingers and pressed her lips against his mouth, his tongue plundering. He cupped her scantily clad buttocks and ground her pubis against his groin so she couldn’t mistake the rigid rod beneath his zipper. With a single motion he scooped one breast from its cover and lowered his mouth to the rosy tip. As he sucked he made loud slurping noises, and she cradled his head against her. He loosened the other breast and licked its tip, then alternated between them.
He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her face to his, covering her mouth with his, ramming his tongue into her dark cavern. God, she loved it this way, hard and hungry. Finally, he said, “I’ll pay for the outfit,” grasped the front of the panties, and pulled until the slender sides parted. He pushed his finger into her soaked depths and laughed. “Hot little bitch, aren’t you?”
“Hot for you, lover.”
“I’ve got what you want.” He unzipped his fly, lifted her, and pulled her legs around his waist. He pushed her back against one mirrored wall so she could feel the cold against her skin then thrust into her, driving his thick cock deep. He lifted one breast and bit her erect nipple, hard, until she screamed with pleasure. She came from the combination of pleasure and pain and the rumble of his laughter reverberated through her body.
Several more thrusts and he came as well, filling her pussy with thick goo.
“Mom,” Trish called from the kitchen, dragging Vicki from her fantasy, “when’s dinner—or should I just fend for myself?”
Shit, Vicki thought. “Get whatever you want. I’m going upstairs.” She dashed up the stairs and into her bedroom, found her vibrator, and pressed it between her legs. The buzz echoed through her body and brought her to orgasm quickly. God, I can’t wait until I set up the store.
Chapter 4
Soon after the roar of KJ’s bike stilled, Marie heard her husband, Joe, slam the back door. As he always did, he swept his wife up in a bear hug and as she always did, she said, “Stop it, you beast.” With a giggle she added, “What about the children? They just got home.”
“They’ll see that their parents like to smooch.” He planted a large, noisy kiss on his wife’s mouth.
“You’re incorrigible,” she said with a laugh. “Kids!” she yelled. “Daddy’s home and dinner’s ready.” She turned to him. “What brings you home so early?”
“It was pretty quiet at the market so I left Carl in charge and snuck out the back, Jack. Too many hours working makes me a dull boy.” He hugged her tighter.
“Stop,” she said and playfully slapped