A Special Sale Pt. 01

A Special Sale - Part 1

Emily looked at the time on her phone and shook her head. It was 15 minutes to closing and it looked like it will be another day with very limited income.

Emily was a 26-year-old woman, with black hair, brown eyes and was about five foot five tall. She was very fit and had a size 34C breast.

She worked as a salesperson at Deborah's Gift, an expensive boutique clothing store. Her base salary was very low, so commissions from sales were her main source of income. Her clientele was mainly middle aged to older women, looking for the latest unique clothing item or accessory, imported from Europe. Sometimes, they would get the privileged, rich, spoiled nepo babies but they were more the exception than the rule.

Recently, customers have been few and far between and they were more often looking rather than buying. Her boss, Deborah, the store owner, understood the situation but there was little she could do. She had to stay in business. She had left earlier today, giving the responsibility of the store to Emily.

She was happy about that because it showed that Deborah trusted her and it was an opportunity to grab all the commissions for the rest of day. Unfortunately, the traffic has been slow and the sales even slower. However, her luck was about to change.

The door opened and a man in a suit entered the store. He was in his late twenties, early thirties and was wearing a nice suit. Emily assumed he was working in the financial industry, which means that he had the means for a large purchase.

She smiled at him and told him in a very welcoming voice "Welcome to Deborah's Gift. I am Emily and let me know if can help you with anything."

The man replied, "Thank you Emily, I let you know if I need your help."

He looked around at a few of the dresses and other outfits, but he looked confused and undecisive. Emily realized that this could a fertile ground for a significant sale. She approached him slowly.

"Are you looking at something in particular?" she asked in an inquisitive voice.

"Well, Emily," responded the man, "I want to buy a special gift, a special dress for my fiancée. We have a special event coming up and I want her to be stunning."

Emily nodded "If you give me some more information, I can point you to some beautiful dresses and outfits. What is your name by the way?" She knew that making it more personal would increase the chance of closing the sale.

"I am Mark" replied the man. "Well, it is a special situation as I said." He started blushing an added "It is our dating anniversary, and I want her...:." He stopped and coughed. "I want her to wear something VERY SEXY." As he said these words, he turned bright red and looked away from Emily.

Emily smiled "Don't worry, you came to the right place. We have some very sexy dresses, direct from France and Italy. She will look stunning in them. By chance, do you know her size?"

Mark looked closely at Emily and after a few seconds replies "I think that she is about your size. She is definitely the same height as you. You look as fit as she is and...." He looked away, turning red again "She is less endowed than you."

Emily smiled, appreciating the compliment and went to pick up three dresses. The first one was blue and had spaghetti strap and was above knee length. The second one was red, was a little short and showed a lot of cleavage. The last one was black and was quite short. The top would tie at the neck and the back was fully exposed.

She held them against herself, hoping to give Mark a sense of what they would look like on his fiancée.

Mark looked at Emily and shook his head. "They all look great, but I cannot get a sense of what they would like on her." He took a deep breath and added "Can I ask you a huge favor? Can you model them for me?" He looked away from Emily and said, "Why don't you also add a pair of shoes; she is a size 36."

Emily smiled a very wide smile. She went to the shoe rack and picked up a pair of high heel shoes. Each of the dresses were close to $700 and the pair of shoes was over $500. This day was not a total wash after all.

She knew that she had to go inside the dressing room, and worried about leaving the store unattended. So, she went to the door and locked the boutique.

She got changed and came back wearing the blue dress. The heels were forcing her to make her breasts and ass more prominent, which resulted in the dress looking sexier.

Mark looked at her with big wide eyes "Wow. This looks great on you. Thank you so much for modeling them for me."

She replied, "the customer is king" and returned to the dressing room to put on the red dress.

The outfit was even sexier and when Mark saw her, he started to breathe more heavily and said "They both look great. I have no idea which one to choose."

Emily giggled and replied "Wait. I think that the winner is about to come." She knew that the black one was the sexier by far and after modeling it for him, Mark would buy it.

She went to the dressing room and put on the black dress. She came out and Mark's mouth dropped. The dress was stunning on Emily and oozed sexuality. She turned around to let him see the front and the back of the dress.

She said, "Do we have a winner or not?"

Mark looked away, then down and away and started blushing again. He stayed silent.

Emily started to worry about the sale "What is the problem, Mark?"

He breathed heavily and finally spoke "I have no business to ask that. This is totally inappropriate, and I am ashamed to ask about it. But I need that night to be perfect. The issue is...." He took a deep breath. "I need a huge favor from you." He looked away and continued speaking "See, I can see your bra and panties through the dress, and it is not a good look. I would like to see how the dress will REALLY look like on my fiancée." He stopped and looking at his shoes in total embarrassment added "Could you model it with nothing under it? I know this is illegal for me to ask this, but I want to see the final product." He took a couple of steps back. "Listen, why don't you add a belt, if you are OK with it. If not, no harm done." He swallowed hard, not looking at Emily.

She thought hard and fast. He had started to move away so the sale was at risk. He was also honestly embarrassed by his request. She had to decide if she would model the dress au naturel or lose the sale. She also thought about the new collection of belts, costing over $300. This was becoming a significant sale. She needed the money.

She looked at Mark and smiled "OK, I will do it. But no funny business. OK?"

The man looked even more embarrassed. "No, no, no, this is not what I am trying to do. Please, I love my fiancée. I am even going to turn around as you get ready." He turned around, his back facing the changing room.

Emily went back to get changed, taking first the dress, then her bra and finally her panties. As she is naked in the changing room, she starts to get a little aroused. Mark is definitively good looking and being so devoted to his fiancée made him even more desirable. She started to get horny but told herself to stay focused on the sale.

She put on the dress and came out of the dressing room. "So, how I look?"

Mark turned around and his jaw dropped. He said nothing, staring at Emily.

She looked down and noticed the beginning of an erection in his suit. The thought made her shiver and even more excited, resulting in her hardened nipples, trying to poke through the dress.

"So, Mark? What do you think? Do we have a winner?" asked Emily, wanting to close the sale.

Mark swallowed hard and still starring at Emily, "yes, yes. We have a winner." He stopped and turned the redder he had been all night. "I have a final question to ask you, but you do not have to answer it and if you do, add whatever accessories you want." He stopped and did not add anything.

Emily asked, "What is it, Mark?"

Looking at his shoes Mark said "How easy is it to strip out of the dress? Could you show me? I know this is illegal and you could sue me, but I want the night to be perfect." He looked away, fully ashamed.

Emily swallowed hard. The sale was done. At this point, she was sure that Mark would buy the dress, shoes, and belt. But he mentioned accessories. Deborah had put aside some bracelets, bangles and broches that were not selling and told the staff that whoever sold these items could keep 80% of the sale price. All she had to do was to strip for Mark. He had made no sign that he would take advantage of the situation. He could but she was getting horny. He seems dedicated to his fiancée. Maybe she could test his commitment.

"Yes Mark, I will do it. I will strip out that dress for you." But first let's add some accessories to the purchase." She grabbed a grabbed a few bangles, bracelets, and broches, equaling close to $500.

She looked at him in the eyes and said, "Get ready for a show."

Mark said nothing, swallowing hard.

Emily pulled the strip of the shoes down and sent them flying with a flick of her ankle. She unbuckled the belt and let it fall on the ground. She untied the knot at her neck and the dress got loose. She held it against her chest to prevent it from falling to the ground. Then she slowly let the dress fall, stopping it at her waist.

Her magnificent breasts were now fully visible to Mark. He was staring at them with a gaping mouth. She could see his erection getting bigger in his suit and that made her even hornier. Her nipples were completely hardened.

She turned around and let him admire her toned ass. Mark gasped at the sight of Emily's perfect butt cheeks. She turned around and let the dress drop. Mark saw her neatly trimmed pubic hair and could not keep his eyes off it.

"Do you like want you see Mark?" asked Emily in a soft, erotic voice.

The man did not answer. Emily moved towards him and grabbed him by the hand "Why don't you dance with me?"

"I,... I,... shouldn't. I...." said Mark but Emily ignored him.

She pulled him close to her, started licking his ear and neck while rubbing herself against his crotch. She could feel a full-blown erection, constricted in the suit.

"Emily, no, please, no, I have a fian...." said Mark but he did not get to finish his sentence. Emily kissed him hard, digging her tongue deep into his mouth. He kissed her back, their tongues interconnecting.

While kissing him passionately, Emily undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. They dropped to the floor. She put her hand inside his boxer and felt his hard cock. Mark kissed with even more passion as she stroked his dick. They were both consumed by their total lust.

Emily stopped kissing Mark, looked at him in the eyes and kneeled in front of him. She pulled his boxer down and freed his erected cock. It was a beauty to look at. She started by slowly sucking his balls. Then she kissed the length of the shaft before taking the head in her mouth.

Mark let a loud moan and put his hands on her head and started pushing in. Emily understood what he wanted and took his entire cock in her mouth. After a few seconds, she pulled it out, gagging. She kept repeating the action and pretty soon, saliva was dripping all over her breasts and her mascara was running down her face.

She kept sucking Mark and realized that he was about to cum. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, got up and kissed him again.

She said, "hold me by the ass" and as Mark obliged, she put her legs around his waist.

Her pussy was spread open, dripping wet, and Mark's hard cock easily penetrated her. She moaned as he inserted his entire cock inside her, feeling his balls hitting her labia.

Mark started thrusting in and out and she loved every stroke. They were both enjoying the deep fuck. Mark was holding Emily against the changing room, making a banging noise every time he penetrated her completely.

Emily said, "Put me down" and Mark complied.

She turned around, bent over, and put her hands against the changing room wall. She raised her ass and spread her legs. Mark entered her by behind, fucking her hard and fast. He grabbed her hair with one hand and a boob with the other and kept going in and out of her cunt.

Emily was moaning hard and started playing with her clitoris, caressing it as Mark was fucking her pussy hard. She was getting closer to climax, each thrust pushing her deeper into the pleasure zone.

Mark suddenly yelled "I AM ABOUT TO CUM"

Emily replied panicked "On my ass, on my ass."

Mark pulled out his cock out of Emily wet pussy and let out a powerful moan. He came all over her ass, covering it with his sticky sperm.

Emily, seeing Mark's cum all over her ass and his satisfied look, went over the hedge and came. She shook violently for a few seconds before closing her legs and becoming immobile.

After a few moments of total silence, Mark took a step back and said, "What did we just do?"

Emily got up and turned around, feeling Mark's cum dripping between her ass cheeks. She saw a look of despair in his eyes and said "I am so sorry. Listen, this can stay between us. If you say nothing, I will say mothing."

Mark did not reply, so Emily added "Would you mind getting some tissues and cleaning me? They are by the register."

He went to get the tissues and cleaned her ass the best he could. He looked at her magnificent ass while shaking his head. He told himself "Yes, Emily is beautiful and a great fuck, but how could you do that? You are engaged and about to be married. You are such a piece of shit."

After Mark finished cleaning his cum from her ass, Emily got dressed. She saw the distress in his eyes and felt very bad.

"Mark, I am so sorry. I did not mean... I am not sure what to say. Don't beat yourself up. Don't hate yourself." said Emily.

Mark gave her a forced smile but said nothing, so Emily continued speaking.

"You do not have to buy anything from the store. I am so sorry."

Mark shook his head "No, no. You earned it. You picked a beautiful outfit. How much do I owe you?"

Feeling guilty, Emily folded and packed all the items in silence, then ran the register.

She said in a soft voice "It comes down to $2,250 with tax".

Mark gave her his credit card. Emily swiped it and said "Please, Mark don't hate yourself."

He nodded and left the boutique.

Emily felt terrible about what she did. She thought to herself, "I hope he can forgive himself. And that he can keep his mouth shut. I would hate having to face the fury of his fiancée."

... To be continued...