The girls had been working together for most of the day, the mutual punishment seemed, somehow, to have smoothed things over, and Lucy and Cordelia were civil, if chilly, with Cordelia even admitting that the younger girl would probably work out.

 

Closing time came and Cordelia went down the steps to lock the doors. Lucy approached the counter, where you were busy cashing up the day's takings.

 

“Mr Smith? Would it be okay if I tried a few things on?”

 

One of Lucy's perks was a hefty discount on items purchased in store. You looked down at the girl's selection.

 

First was a pair of knee-high, high heeled boots. Black shiny leather, with a zip up the inside and a spike heel.

 

Next was simply a skimpy little pair of bikini bottoms, in bright lemon yellow with hip ties, gathered at the back to highlight whatever ass they were pulled taut across.

 

Finally there was just a pair of hair bands, the sort of thing designed for holding back pony tails. Confusing.

 

"Is that all?"

 

You asked. Lucy nodded like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

 

"That's the lot."

 

"Er, okay. Fine I guess."

 

"Thank you, sir."

 

Lucy smiled, gathered up her items and headed to the changing rooms, the skin tight lime green minidress sliding across her backside and hips as she climbed the steps.

 

Cordelia walked back up from the doors, watching Lucy stroll off, unimpressed.

 

"The little slut."

 

"What er.... What?”

 

"All that 'Yes Mr Smith' and 'Please Mr Smith' and 'Thank you sir', wiggling her little ass at you all the time.”

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Cordelia looked you up and down, scorn on her face. And perhaps a tinge of jealousy?

 

“You're loving it as well, aren't you?"

 

"I don't know what you mean..."

 

"Oh please. You know she's going to come out of there parading around in whatever it is she's trying on..."

 

"She doesn't really have very much..."

 

Cordelia moved round the counter, sliding in front of you, looking up at you through thick, dark eyelashes.

 

"You know what would show her?"

 

Before you could reply, Cordelia grasped the hem of her loose, cropped white top and drew it smoothly up over her head, revealing that skimpy, push up bra in all its glory.

 

She stood in front of you, just a few inches separating you both, leaning back against the cool, glass counter. The slim muscles of her slender, tanned midriff flexed as she leant further back, her honey coloured breasts thrust up and together by the leopard print bra.

 

Cordelia bit her lip, tossed her blonde hair and looked up into your eyes. Her hand reached out and found the rock hard bulge at the front of your trousers, outlining your erection with her thumb and forefinger, sliding her hand up and down through the material.

 

"Ooh..."

 

Cordelia purred, eyes widening.

 

You said nothing as her other hand joined the first, and she began to slowly unbuckle your trousers, stroking your stiff cock in between popping the buttons open one by one.

 

Cordelia stood up, stepping away from the counter to press her firm young body up against you as she freed your cock, wrapped the fingers of one hand round the shaft and slowly, agonisingly, started to move her hand up and down your rock hard dick.

 

With her other hand she reached down, and slowly dragged her glittery, purple nails over the skin of your balls.

 

Lucy's voice sang out from the changing room.

 

"Mr Smith! Could you give me your opinion?"

 

Cordelia grinned, leant in even further and whispered in your ear.

 

"Shhh..."

 

Then the beautiful, blonde 24 year old sank to her knees behind the counter, turning her head to one side and pursing her sticky, lip-glossed lips on the quivering tip of your cock, slowly breathing a warm breath over the head.

 

You looked down at Cordelia's long, tousled blonde hair as it cascaded into her high tanned cleavage. She was grasping your balls with one hand, her other gripping the shaft of your cock, slowly moving up and down as her gorgeous, sticky mouth opened and moved closer to the head of your dick.

 

Cordelia paused, her mouth inches from your dick, grasping you in one hand, and looked up at you through those thick eyelashes, grinning as Lucy again called out from the changing room.

 

"Mr Smith? What do you think of my outfit?"

 

You looked up and gasped as Lucy stepped out of the changing room and Cordelia simultaneously took your stiff cock into her hot, wet mouth.

 

Lucy stood at the top of the steps, her right hand resting on her hip, her head tilted coquettishly to one side and her right leg stretched out in a modelling pose.

 

She wore the knee length, high heeled boots, their shiny leather a stunning contrast to the smooth, tanned skin of her thighs, her long legs stretched and lengthened by the heels.

 

The lemon yellow bikini bottoms were a wisp of fabric, knotted around her waist in a pair of loose bows at each hip, the central triangle only starting a good four or five inches below her belly button, revealing plenty of taut, tanned midriff.

 

Agonisingly, Lucy's bare breasts were covered by her left arm, held up in front of her chest, with odd modesty, pushing her bosom up ever so slightly.

 

Suddenly you understood why she wanted the hair ties - Lucy's chestnut brown hair was pulled back from a centre parting and tied into two long bunches starting just behind each ear.

 

Lucy smiled at your speechless reaction, unaware that she wasn't the only one taking your breath away.

 

Below the counter, Cordelia was slowly, teasingly sucking on your dick. One delicate but firm hand making long strokes up and down the shaft, the other scraping across your balls with her sharp nails. All the while she was taking you expertly into her mouth, every now and again letting the tip slip out with the faintest of pops, only to lick it, kiss it and then start sucking it again.

 

Back on the shop floor, Lucy was taking a few teasing steps towards the counter. Her left arm still covered her breasts while her right hand toyed girlishly with one of her bunches.

 

"What do you think Mr Smith? Does the yellow bikini look good on my tanned body?"

 

Lucy reached the middle of the shop floor, winked and spun round, setting her firm little ass at a stunning angle and pulling both hands down to rest them on her hips. She looked over one shoulder to grin at you.

 

"I think it looks even better from the back..."

 

She wasn't wrong - the lemon yellow bikini bottoms barely covered half of the 20 year old's peachy little ass. The bottom half of her tanned buttocks peeped out from below the fabric, high and tight thanks to the four inch heels she wore, begging for a squeeze, or a smack.

 

Lucy delivered a mock pout and gave her ass a little wriggle.

 

"Maybe you should spank me next time Mr Smith..."

 

Cordelia redoubled her efforts, taking you deeply, expertly into the back of her throat, wrapping her soft lips around the base of your cock and then slowly, teasingly dragging her pouty mouth back up your shaft, rolling her tongue around your head in a bath of warm saliva. Finally licking the tip, squeezing and scratching at your balls all the while.

 

At that you groaned and gripped Cordelia's long blonde locks below the counter, starting to thrust into her mouth in earnest. Cordelia responded with a moan, raising herself up on her knees and pushing your balls and the lower part of your cock into her beautifully tanned cleavage, leaning forward to continue licking the tip, still working your shaft with her right hand.

 

As Cordelia's blonde head emerged from behind the counter, Lucy was stunned. Her sultry modelling poise broke for an instant and she turned, stumbling back slightly on the heels and dropping her arm to expose her high young breasts, bare and pert with dark little nipples standing up.

 

The 20 year-old Saturday girl stood in the centre of the shop, practically naked, her tanned, toned body on full display. Her breasts bounced just a tiny bit as she regained her footing and her composure.

 

Cordelia didn't care, by now she was slurping and lapping heedlessly at your dick, her blonde head bobbing up and down as she squeezed and teased your cock with her hands and lips.

 

Lucy regained her composure, crossed her arms across her belly and set her leg at a jaunty angle. She smiled a naughty little smile as she watched Cordelia lovingly suck at your cock.

 

"Well, well. I didn't know this was in the job description..."

 

"It... Isn't..." you gasped.

 

Cordelia giggled.

 

"Well in that case I think Miss Jones needs to be taught a lesson for overstepping her bounds."

 

Lucy said with mock severity.

 

Cordelia moaned round your hard cock in agreement. She stood up, still with one hand on your dick, and kissed you full and deep on the lips, leaving a little smudge of sticky pink lip gloss.

 

She pulled you close and hissed in your ear.

 

“Fuck me. You’d better fuck me hard!”