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Tim spent the afternoon sitting at his desk, trying to cool down. With little success. Tanya was relentless and continued with her little foot tease. And Tara and Tina had now joined the game, rubbing their stiletto heels against the legs of their desks. Even when he tried not to look at them and absorb himself in his screen, the thought of what Tanya had been doing kept him hopelessly horny. He found it hard to believe how expertly she'd brought him to near orgasm in such a short time. And the sensations caused by her knowing fingers were addictive. Longing for her strokes, his cock could not find any rest and stayed desperately hard. His balls were tight and aching from the need for relief.

At 5:30, everyone started leaving. Buttonning up his jacket to hide his arousal, Tim headed for his car. The ride helped him to cool down a little. He arrived at T's Fashion 10 minutes early and parked at the curb. He looked at the window, and was stunned by the models on display. Girls wearing the skimpiest outfits amidst hunks in tight-fitting T-shirts and jeans. Then came the lingerie items and the most astounding range of high-heels boots, pumps and sandals he'd ever seen.

As he entered the shop, he gasped at the sight of the gorgeous attendant. A blonde in her early twenties, her curvaceous body was tightly outlined by a bright red cotton mini-dress. The open back exposed her naked skin down to the cleavage of her butts, and the front did little to cover her jutting braless breasts. She wore matching red leather stiletto sandals, while her hands were covered in white silky looking gloves. Tim became increasingly nervous when he noticed she wore the same silver anklet as Tanya and her friends. She smiled at him:

"Hi, I'm Tayla. Can I be of any help?"

Tim stutterred:

"H-hi Tayla. I'm Tim. Tanya made an appointment for me to get some new clothes..."

Tayla replied:

"Oh, yes, Trisha told me about it. Well, it's almost 6, she should be back in a few minutes now. Why don't you sit on the couch over there and make yourself comfortable? Here, I'll take your jacket, it's so hot in here, you know..."

Tim hesitated for a second. His cock was stiffenning again in Tayla's presence, and he felt uncomfortable removing his only protection. But it was indeed hot, and once seated, he thought his predicament wouldn't be too obvious. He handed his jacket to Tayla. His cock stirred at the silken touch of her hand as it brushed against his, lingering over the tip of his middle finger. He quickly sat down on the white leather couch and crossed his legs. Facing him was a wall of TV screens broadcasting fashion clips. Gorgeous top-models were displaying their skimpy garments to the rhythm of sexy tunes. Tayla went and sat at the cash desk across from him. The transparent glass design offerred him an unobstructed view over her shapely legs. And as she crossed them, he had a glimpse up her mini-dress. The sexy vixen wasn't wearing anything underneath. At the brief sight of her juicy assets, Tim's hard-on reached epic proportions. He squirmed on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position. Tayla's gaze was focused on his bulge, perfectly aware of the effect she had on him. The huge outline of his cock straining against his left trouser leg was all she needed to gauge his arousal.

As she kept looking at his crotch, Tayla grabbed a white pencil and started running her gloved fingers back and forth along it. She concentrated on the tip, squeezing it and then raking it under her fingernails. Once again, Tim was growing wild with arousal. Her intention clearly was to have him feel as if she were playing with his cock. Tim remembered the sexy touch of her glove over his finger, and could only imagine how it would feel on his burning member. When she brought the pencil to her lips and proceeded to lick it with the tip of her tongue, Tim went in overdrive. He could feel his cock throbbing and leaking precum, almost ready to explode.

At that point, the door opened, and two other girls came in, a redhead and a brunette. They wore the same red mini-dress and stiletto sandals as Tayla. Tim thought it must have been the shop's uniform. Both of them obviously wore the same anklet as well. Tayla said:

"Oh, you're right on time. There's Tim waiting here for his fitting ..."

The brunette replied:

"Hi, Tim, I'm Trisha. And here's Tracy, my assistant. So you're looking for something to go on a date with Tanya, are you? Well, you've cum to the right place, you know. Here, it's all made to measure. We'll get you a perfect fit. You need a jacket, shirts, trousers for the office, and something sexy for the evening. We have a special style of jeans you'll find most fitting. But first, the fabric. Tanya loves white, you know. We've got this mix of cotton and silk, I'm sure you'll love it. It's the same as Tayla's gloves. It's got the touch of silk, but the cotton helps keep the shape. Now, we've got to take all your measurements. We'll feed them into our software, and it'll cut just the right pieces. All that's needed after that are a few adjustments, and you'll get everything ready in a matter of hours. So, Tim, shall you follow us to the fitting room?"

Tim didn't know what to say. It seemed the choice had already been made for him, and all he could do was go along with it. Obviously, Tanya had her tastes, and he thought he might as well let Trisha decide what was appropriate for her. Meanwhile, he still had to stand up with his protruding hard-on. He felt utterly embarrassed, but didn't really have a choice. He followed Tracy and Trisha to the fitting room. Tracy had brought a tape measure and started taking Tim's every measurement from the neck down. Trisha was telling her the measurements she needed, entering them on her PDA. After the neck were the arms, the chest, the waist, the hips. Tim's erection was doing everything but cool down as he felt Tracy's fingers brush against it with every measurement. When she took the inseam, he could feel the pressure of the tape over his balls. Next were his thighs. She started with the right thigh, measuring its thickness at several points from his crotch down to his knee. She proceeded with his left thigh, causing the tape measure to encircle his rock-hard member. Tracy complained:

"Trisha, I can't get the right measurement here. See, there's his big thingy here getting in the way!"

Trisha replied:

"Oh, yes, I can see that. Tayla, can you cum over and give us a hand?"

Tayla went to lock the shop's door and joined them. Trisha told her:

"Tayla, we can't get an accurate measurement of Tim's left thigh. Can you help and do something about it?"

Tayla answered:

"Oh sure, Trisha, what it needs is some space to breathe. Tim, you don't mind, uh? It's all very professional, you know."

As she said that, she lowered his zipper and reached inside for his cock. She commented:

"My! No underwear! That's one thing less you'll have to take off to wear your new clothes."

She dragged his hard-on out and it jumped forward, sticking out straight from his open fly. Cupping his balls in one hand, her other hand started rubbing back and forth over his exposed shaft. The silky touch of her gloves was driving him completely wild. She added:

"Yum, Tim! It really looks quite appetizing, you know? Can I have a taste?"

As Tim moaned some unintelligible answer, Tayla knelt down and engulfed his cock-head in her mouth. She started slowly sucking him as her left hand played with his balls. Her right hand lifted her dress and went to her now fully exposed pussy. He watched in amazement as he saw her finger herself to orgasm while she kept him on the brink with her expert sucking. As Tim's face was turning tense with the proximity of orgasm, Trisha said:

"Tayla, don't you know you shouldn't flirt with the customers? Tim's here for a fitting, nothing more. Besides, I understand he already has an engagement with Tanya."

Tayla removed her mouth from his cock just as he felt he was about to cum. Her right hand grabbed his throbbing erection while her left hand continued the massage on his balls. As her silk covered fingers expertly played with his cock, she answered:

"Oh, Trisha. You know, he's so hard and desperate. And his balls are so full. I'm sure he'd love to cum inside my mouth. Wouldn't you, Tim?"

Tayla's ministrations were bringing Tim ever closer to orgasm. He stutterred:

"Y-yes, Tayla. Y-you really drive me wild, you know. But it's just that... I promised Tanya I would save it for our date..."

Trisha said:

"Oh, Tim, that's a good boy! You're honest about wanting to keep your promise. What do you think, Tayla, maybe he should have a reward?"

Tracy intervened:

"Oh, yes, I think he deserves it. Tell me, Tim, your cock looks so hard. How long has it been since you've last cum?"

Tim answered:

"W-well, over a month, I think. I've split with my girlfriend, you know..."

As Tayla's silky fingers worked Tim's cockhead close to the brink of orgasm, Trisha said:

"Oh, poor baby! You really need it bad, don't you? Can you imagine how it's gonna be when you wear your new tight jeans? You know the material is gonna feel just as Tayla's gloves here. I'm sure the rubbing would be enough to have you cream them, and Tanya would notice the mess right away... Besides, you know she's a little cock-teaser, don't you? When do you know she'll let you cum at the end, if she ever does? But if you cum into Tayla's mouth now, Tanya won't know... "

Tim felt torn between conflicting desires. He really wanted Tayla to proceed with her expert blow job, but didn't want to compromise his date with Tanya. He said:

"Y-you promise me you won't tell Tanya?"

Tayla said:

"Yum, Tim! Shall I take that for a yes? I can't wait to feel you ejaculate inside my mouth, you know?"

She engulfed Tim's cock again, expertly sucking him to the very brink of a devastating orgasm. As he felt right about to shoot his load, he moaned:

"Ooooh, Tayla, aaaah, y-yes. Ooooh, make me cum inside your sexy mouth..."

Just as he thought nothing could prevent him from exploding under the luscious action of her lips, Tracy said:

"Tayla, don't be so selfish! You're about to let him cum, and I haven't even had a taste!"

Tayla removed her mouth, leaving Tim's cock bobbing in the air on the edge of orgasm. She replied:

"Oh, yes, Tracy, you're right. Friends should always share everything. Here, enjoy, but leave the final flourish to me, uh?"

Tracy said:

"OK, Tayla, I promise"

She reached inside Tim's fly and cupped his aching balls with both hands. She started massaging them as her lips planted light kisses over his cockhead. Then the tip of her tongue proceeded to lick the sensitive underside in a way that soon had him racing towards ejaculation again. With half-closed eyes, he could make out Tayla fingering herself as she watched. Tracy started expertly sucking his cockhead back and forth between her lips. The sexy vixen knew she had him on the very brink of spurting. As her pace increased, Tim could do nothing but moan:

"Aaaah, T-Tracy, yes! Ooooh, please, d-don't stop! Aaaah, yes, now! I'm gonna..."

Just as his cock started twitching, Tracy suddenly removed her mouth, leaving Tim wavering on the very edge of orgasm. She tightened her fingers around the head of his cock, just as Tanya had been doing at lunchtime, holding a firm grip until his impending orgasm had receded.

"My, Tim! You were sooo close! You almost made me break my promise! Here, Tayla, he's all for you again"

Tayla opened her eyes from the orgasm she'd just experienced watching the scene. She took Tim's cockhead between her silky fingers, and started massaging it until he again felt about to explode:

"Oh, Tim, you know, I just thought... If I let you cum, Tanya might notice you're not as hard as you should be... You might run into problems trying to explain it to her... Maybe it's better you keep your promise after all..."

Trisha said:

"Well, make up your mind. There's still work to do here. Tracy, can we finish with the measurements?"

As Tayla held Tim's cock hovering on the edge of climax, Tracy resumed her work with the tape measure. She took her time measuring the thickness of his left thigh, brushing against his balls at every opportunity. After a while, she said:

"OK, Tayla, I'm all done"

Tayla slowly stuffed Tim's aching hard-on back into the confines of his trousers and closed the zipper. She gave a last and nearly decisive squeeze to the bulging outline of his cockhead, almost causing him to cum. Streaks of precum were showing through the material. She told him:

"Wow, Tim! You're so hard! I hope Tanya will have mercy on you!"

She led him back to sit on the couch, while Trisha and Tracy went to work on his new clothes.