white veil. She carried a slim, black leather briefcase in her left hand. She reminded Barrie of an old movie star, but he couldn’t remember which one. Debbie had met her before. They hugged and kissed air. When Debbie introduced Natasha, Davina looked deeply into Natasha’s eyes as they shook hands. Then her eyes wander down over Natasha’s body, lingering on her cleavage before re-focussing on her face with an approving smile.
‘How wonderful to meet you.’ She spoke in a husky voice. Fuck me, not another lesbian, thought Barrie, what a waste.
‘Can I get you coffee Davina?’
‘That would be lovely, Debbie darling, but why didn’t you tell me you have such a beautiful partner?’
‘Natasha’s my business partner, Davina. Strictly business, nothing more.’
‘What a terrible shame – and such a waste.’ Davina Maypole looked at Natasha and moved her tongue dreamily across her top lip.
‘Natasha is married and has a hunk of a husband,’ said Debbie. ‘She’s unashamedly straight, I’m afraid.’
Davina Maypole carefully removed her hat and handed it to Barrie. ‘Put it somewhere flat please Natasha. It doesn’t respond well to being hung up.’ She touched her fringe and flicked at it to make sure it was in place, then stroked the back of her short hair, all the while looking longingly at Barrie. She was definitely not going to give up on Natasha.
Barrie was quite thrilled at the prospect. He knew full well that Natasha did not have lesbian tendencies, but he was coming at it from a different perspective. He placed the hat carefully on the sideboard and hovered whilst Davina sat down in the chair Debbie had allocated and balanced the coffee cup and saucer on her knee. Debbie sat next to her, coughed and cleared her throat. ‘I don’t know how you prefer to play this Davina. Natasha and I were thinking that if I show you the garment design and talk through the material we use and the likely cost per unit, she can be changing into that item to model it for you.’
Davina sipped her coffee and fluttered her eyelashes as she looked up at Natasha. Barrie saw the look and wondered how a confirmed lesbian would feel if she really knew that a hairy arsed rugby player, was lurking inside his wife’s very feminine, very beautiful body.
‘I think,’ said Davina, after a period of deliberation, ‘it will probably be best if I see the product on the beautiful Natasha. Then we can discuss it while she’s changing into the next garment.’
Debbie nodded. ‘I’ll introduce each as Natasha comes down the stairs.’
‘How terribly exciting.’ Davina wrinkled her nose at Natasha and winked.
Barrie wondered if she was taking the piss. He thought their efforts a bit amateurish. Davina Maypole may be excited at the prospect of seeing Natasha with her kit off, or at least in some sexy, flimsy underwear, but he very much doubted if it would lead to any orders.
‘Off you go, Natasha.’ Davina made a shooing motion with her right hand which Barrie was only too pleased to obey. Resisting the temptation to run up the stairs two at a time, he skipped lightly up to the changing room. The summer dress he was wearing buttoned down the front. It had been deliberately chosen by Natasha and using her deft fingers he had it off in a matter of seconds. He paused to admire her body in the mirror before reaching for the first piece of lingerie; the chemise in cream silk, with the simple rose motif. What was it Natasha had said? Keep the bra and panties on for the chemise and slip. Take them off to model the Chantilly lace briefs and demi bra. Then take the bra off, but leave the briefs on to model Debbie’s diva corset. Wear the matching G-string with her black and gold basque and finally, put the demi bra back on with the French knickers. He stepped into the chemise as instructed, put Natasha’s arms through the shoulder straps and pulled it up into position. The slim shoulder straps went neatly over the bra straps, but Barrie didn’t like it. He would much rather see the breasts unfettered. The chemise was not see through, but the movement of the breasts underneath and the shape of a nipple pressing against the fine silk would be unmistakable. As a man he would like that and he was pretty sure the lesbo downstairs would too. He slipped the chemise straps down over Natasha’s arms, removed the bra and put the straps back in position. As he moved her upper body gently from side to side, Natasha’s superb swaying breasts created wonderfully erotic patterns on the cream silk. He turned and walked slowly down the stairs, deliberately exaggerating Natasha’s shoulder movement to allow her breasts to weave their magic on Davina Maypole.
Debbie began her introduction.
‘This is our Natasha Chemise. It can be produced in cream or black silk, with a simple red rose motif between the breasts.’
The modelling of the chemise for Davina Maypole went very well and she seemed impressed with the quality. Barrie, pointed out, as Natasha had told him, that she felt the rose motif could be stitched on a little lower. Davina Maypole asked Natasha to lean forward. She placed put two fingers behind the motif and rubbed her thumb lightly over the front of it. ‘It’s very nicely worked,’ she commented, rubbing the motif with her thumb and moving her fingers up and down between Natasha’s cleavage. ‘I agree with you my dear; it could be a tad lower, perhaps here?’ She moved her thumb down slightly and at the same time allowed her index finger to slide across Natasha’s right breast in a soft caress.
Debbie nervously cleared her throat. ‘I’ll make a note of that Davina.’
‘Lovely, I’m so glad I came her today. If this chemise is anything to go by, you are producing excellent quality and I must say it is smoulderingly sexy. As Barrie stood up, she took her hand away from Natasha’s cleavage and slowly ran both hands down over the smooth silk, following the contours of her waist and hips until her fingers reached the hem, which she tugged, pulling it down to the top of Natasha’s thighs. ‘I wonder if this should be a tad longer,’ she purred. Her right hand moved to the centre of the hem and Barrie felt her knuckles pressing against Natasha’s vagina as she pretended to check the length at the front. She spent what seemed an eternity checking and re-checking before saying. ‘Well, that’s really lovely. I definitely want some of that.’
Barrie was tempted to ask if she mean the chemise, or Natasha’s pussy? Debbie talked nervously about lead times, quantities and prices as Barrie turned and sauntered sexily back to the foot of the stairs. He turned Natasha‘s body gracefully towards Davina, gave her a big smile, posed for a few seconds with left hand on hip and right wrist flipped back close to Natasha’s right ear before skipping lightly up the stairs. He had dropped the chemise to the floor and was about to put on Debbie’s slip, when Debbie popped her head round the door.‘Do you have the working patterns for the chemise,’ she asked in a loud voice for the benefit of Davina Maypole, then in a whisper after carefully pulling the door to. ‘What do you think you’re doing Tash? You’ve got Davina really turned on with your antics. Calm it down. I warn you, she’s a predatory lesbian.’
‘We’ve got her interested, haven’t we?’ Barrie whispered back. He was rather enjoying this and if a lesbian came on to him whilst he was in Natasha’s body; well he could enjoy the experience and Natasha need never know. ‘I’m only interested in sales,’ he lied. ‘On your own head be it,’ Debbie whispered as she picked up a pile of working patterns. Pushing open the door, she said in a loud voice. 'I'll call you when we’re ready for the slip,’
Barrie chuckled to himself. It wouldn’t be on his own head it would be on Natasha’s vagina, which was damp from Davina pressing her knuckles against it. He hummed the ‘A Team’ theme as he pulled Debbie’s slip carefully over Natasha’s hair. Not that he need take care, Natasha’s thick, healthy hair always bounced back into place. To make the point to himself, he flicked it up from Natasha’s delicate right ear and watched it as it fell, perfectly back into position.
Debbie’s slip was made from fine black silk and Natasha’s breasts slid over the cool smooth surface as he swayed her body gently from side to side. He put her hands up to her breasts and felt her nipples tingle and harden through the silk. He took her hands away and noted with satisfaction that the shape of her nipples showed though. If he worked on them until Debbie called, they might just stay that way long enough to really turn the lesbo on.
Downstairs, Debbie was having a remarkably easy time with Davina Maypole who had a reputation for being an extremely difficult and picky buyer. She liked the chemise and as far as margins were concerned, the way she worked was to decide on the retail price and work back. Debbie was delighted to find that Davina’s method left them with a very healthy margin and when she ordered three hundred in black and two hundred in cream, Debbie could hardly contain herself.
Davina Maypole took a sip of coffee. ‘That’s an excellent start Debbie. Now, what’s next?’
‘This is one of my designs, so we call it the Debbie Slip.’ She stood up and walked to the foot of the stairs. ‘We’re ready Natasha!’
Barrie gave Natasha’s nipples one last tweak and skipped down the stairs as Debbie began her introduction.
‘The Debbie Slip is created from sexy black silk.’ She paused in amazement as the top of the slip came into
