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and some from the year before.’
    ‘Didn’t you have a sale at the end of the season?’
    ‘Too little, too late. Company rules. I’m allowed to reduce them by ten per cent, but not till March. By then, no one wants them at any price.’
    ‘What would you do with them, if you were allowed?’ Amanda leant back against one wall of shelves and lifted her right foot to set its toe on the lowest shelf opposite. Her skirt parted like curtains.
    ‘Seasonal merchandise?’ Rupert asked. ‘Once it’s obvious that a style isn’t going to sell, I’d slash the price in half. Two or three weeks before each season ended, I’d do the same with everything that’s seasonal, regardless of how well it was selling. That way, I’d free up shelf space and budget ready for the new styles.’
    ‘Interesting.’
    Amanda lifted her right foot two shelves higher. Her skirt parted further, enough to show a provocative triangle of alabaster thigh above the lacy top of her stocking. She looked Rupert full in his face, then pointedly down to the leg display she was giving him, telling him without words that the show was deliberate.
    ‘Tell me more about how you’d run this store, if it was up to you.’
    Rupert cleared his throat and moved a little closer, as if her thigh was magnetic and he was a piece of steel. ‘I wouldn’t – er – I wouldn’t buy styles that I couldn’t sell quickly, like nurses’ shoes or old …’ He cleared his throat again. By the look on his face, he couldn’t believe his luck and wasn’t sure how to handle the situation.
    Amanda took care of that. She took his hand and placed it on the bare inside of her thigh. He gulped. She guided his fingers, moving their tips in tight little circles over her taut skin.
    ‘I …’ he started.
    Amanda touched his lips with the fingers of her free hand, hushing him. ‘Talk later – after.’
    She steered his fingertips a fraction higher with each circle they made. The panties she’d put on that morning were pale-green lace, boy-cut, with wide legs. His fingertips stroked up under the dainty garment and brushed against her naked puffy nether lips. Rupert sucked a deep breath. Amanda pressed on his hand, palpitating her labia with his fingertips.
    ‘That’s nice,’ she whispered. ‘Now try this.’ She pulled his fingers out from under her panties and folded all but his index one into his palm. With her finger on the back of his, she guided him to where the lace covered the soft pearl-button-like bump of her clitoris. She used her own finger to make his scratch over its lace-mantled head. It was her turn to shiver. ‘Keep doing that, just like that, very gently.’
    ‘I’ll do whatever you tell me to,’ he said, his voice husky.
    ‘Good boy.’ Amanda unbuttoned her blouse and spread it wide.
    Rupert’s eyes widened at the sight of her plump rosy-nippled breasts. His free hand lifted to touch them but Amanda intercepted it. ‘Do as I tell you,
when
I tell you, and not until.’
    ‘Yes …’ He trailed off.
    ‘You may call me Ms Amanda.’
    ‘Yes, Ms Amanda.’
    Amanda rolled her left nipple gently, just to see the hunger in his eyes. She, too, was suffering. The gentle through-the-lace scratching on her joy button made her desperate for more direct stimulation, but …
    What the hell! She was in charge. Why wait?
    She put her hand on the top of Rupert’s head and pushed down. ‘Move my panties aside. Put your tongue to work.’
    ‘I’ve never …’
    He’d never gone down on a girl? How delicious! She’d had many experiences in her life but this was one she’d either never experienced, or experienced so long ago she held no memory of it. She was about to be serviced by a young and virgin tongue. Just the thought of it had her dripping with anticipation and that made it even better. His first taste was going to be a really wet one. Amanda decided that, if he performed well, she’d reward him amply.
    She said, ‘Lick my pussy lips first, long