The Boutique

Oh no, I can't. It's too much already, Sharon began, but Monica took her hand and pulled her towards the door to the showroom, ignoring the fact that she was only in her underwear.

Nonsense, she said firmly. If you're getting dressed up, we're going to do it right. And that means lingerie to match. Ignoring Sharon's feeble protestations, she led the way insistently, and Sharon had no choice but to follow meekly or be dragged bodily through the door.

In the boutique, now dark but for the light from the rear office and what little light spilled through the mesh covering the windows, Monica headed straight for the corner where the lingerie was displayed. Once there, she began rummaging swiftly through the racks, considering and discarding sets of lingerie with astonishing speed. Finally, she appeared to settle on a pale rose-coloured bra-and-panties combination that she held up against Sharon and nodded in satisfaction.

Yes, I believe this will do nicely, she muttered mostly to herself. She thrust the flimsy garments at Sharon. Go on, let's go in and try these on.

Sharon, clutching the lingerie in her hands, was rapidly herded across the floor and back inside the back room. Monica manoeuvred her in front of the mirror and gestured almost impatiently at her. All right, try them on, she encouraged her.

I can't try them on, Sharon objected. What if they don't fit? We can't sell them afterwards.

Monica gave her a look that was half amused and half exasperated. Of course they'll fit, she said. I picked them, didn't I? Now let's see how you look.

Blushing bright crimson, Sharon reached up behind her back and unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders and down her arms. She was feeling quite uncomfortable getting naked in front of Monica, but the fear of being perceived as an immature child was greater than any embarrassment, so she choked it down and proceeded to slide her panties down her legs. When she looked up, she saw Monica looking at her in the mirror, and she instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms without appearing obvious about it.