Betwixt Natasha

by E V Daymuir

  Samantha Derby sat down in front of her computer screen and skilfully used the mouse to bring up a new picture. She half turned to Natasha. ‘You will have to stand close behind; I’m going to bring up a spreadsheet of all the customers I’ve called since the beginning of the month. I keep a record for my own benefit.’

  Natasha stepped closer and stood behind her chair, relieved that the back was solid and higher than Barrie’s waistline; at least there was no potential for embarrassment should Barrie’s thing start misbehaving itself. Then what Samantha meant by ‘clipboard day’ dawned on her and she wondered if those days coincided with mornings when she was too tired to contemplate sex. She discounted that thought when his penis began to stir. She was looking down at the keyboard as Sam keyed in some instructions which made her breasts jiggle. Natasha forced Barrie’s eyes to look at the screen. Would she become a lesbian if she took Barrie’s thoughts back with her, if and when they changed back to their own bodies?

  A long list of names appeared on the screen and Samantha began to scroll down through them. ‘Look at the right hand column. That shows the conversion of sales to calls and as you can see there have been very few for over two weeks. Sally Barnard suggested I was losing it, but I can assure you I’m not.’

  ‘What has Sally Barnard got to do with it?’

  Samantha turned her head and gave Barrie an odd look. ‘Oh, come on Barrie, you know! As head of marketing, she hates the fact that Dynamic was your idea. She’s been watching sales like a hawk and it’s only now, when for some inexplicable reason, our conversion rate is tailing away; she feels she can put the knife in. Her only moan up to now has been what I earn out of it, and what she refers to as my favoured position in your regime.’

  ‘Do you have a favoured position?’

  She turned and looked up at the person she thought was Barrie with a sly grin. ‘Yes, on top – as you well know.’

  ‘Mine too,’ replied Natasha, without really thinking, then sought to cover her confusion. ‘Any idea what could be happening to Dynamic sales?’

  ‘I think someone has managed to get hold of our client list. It’s the only possible answer. In telesales you work on averages and my average per call has dropped too fast for it to be a market anomaly.’

  ‘Do you think Sally could be behind it?’

  ‘Well, logic would dictate that it has to be an inside job. How could anyone else get hold of our client list?’

  Natasha was beginning to hate Sally Barnard. She was trying to destroy her husband and she needed to defend his cause in the board meeting. ‘Can I have a copy of your sales record to take into the Board meeting? Would you mind?’

  ‘Course not. I’ll take it back two months to show the steady increase, then the rapid decline. How many copies?’

  ‘Nine if possible. That’ll save anyone having to share.’

  ‘No problem. It won’t take a few minutes; I’ll bring them up to you.’

  ‘Great. Thanks Sam.’ Natasha automatically touched Sam on the shoulder. She turned her head and gave a flashing smile. Natasha found it difficult to dislike Sam, even if she was bonking her husband.

  When the door bell rang at DebTash Corsetry & Lingerie, Barrie was still going through the presentation routine with Debbie. All items were laid out in order of presentation on the bed in the customer changing room. Curtains had been drawn on the ground floor for privacy and to help Debbie control the lighting as she wanted it. As equal partners in the business, Debbie insisted they should both greet Davina Maypole, the buyer for Naughty but Nice. They ran down the stairs and Debbie opened the door on the second ring.

  Davina Maypole was slim and attractive with elfin looks, probably in her early forties, but it was difficult to tell with such women. She was smartly dressed in a black suit trimmed with white and the monochrome theme extended to black and white shoes, white elbow length gloves and a black pillbox hat, with the merest hint of a white veil. She carried a slim, black leather briefcase in her left hand. She reminded Barrie of an old movie star, but he couldn’t remember which one. Debbie had met her before. They hugged and kissed air. When Debbie introduced Natasha, Davina looked deeply into Natasha’s eyes as they shook hands. Then her eyes wander down over Natasha’s body, lingering on her cleavage before re-focussing on her face with an approving smile.

  ‘How wonderful to meet you.’ She spoke in a husky voice. Fuck me, not another lesbian, thought Barrie, what a waste.

  ‘Can I get you coffee Davina?’

  ‘That would be lovely, Debbie darling, but why didn’t you tell me you have such a beautiful partner?’

  ‘Natasha’s my business partner, Davina. Strictly business, nothing more.’

  ‘What a terrible shame – and such a waste.’ Davina Maypole looked at Natasha and moved her tongue dreamily across her top lip.

  ‘Natasha is married and has a hunk of a husband,’ said Debbie. ‘She’s unashamedly straight, I’m afraid.’

  Davina Maypole carefully removed her hat and handed it to Barrie. ‘Put it somewhere flat please Natasha. It doesn’t respond well to being hung up.’ She touched her fringe and flicked at it to make sure it was in place, then stroked the back of her short hair, all the while looking longingly at Barrie. She was definitely not going to give up on Natasha.

  Barrie was quite thrilled at the prospect. He knew full well that Natasha did not have lesbian tendencies, but he was coming at it from a different perspective. He placed the hat carefully on the sideboard and hovered whilst Davina sat down in the chair Debbie had allocated and balanced the coffee cup and saucer on her knee. Debbie sat next to her, coughed and cleared her throat. ‘I don’t know how you prefer to play this Davina. Natasha and I were thinking that if I show you the garment design and talk through the material we use and the likely cost per unit, she can be changing into that item to model it for you.’

  Davina sipped her coffee and fluttered her eyelashes as she looked up at Natasha. Barrie saw the look and wondered how a confirmed lesbian would feel if she really knew that a hairy arsed rugby player, was lurking inside his wife’s very feminine, very beautiful body.

  ‘I think,’ said Davina, after a period of deliberation, ‘it will probably be best if I see the product on the beautiful Natasha. Then we can discuss it while she’s changing into the next garment.’

  Debbie nodded. ‘I’ll introduce each as Natasha comes down the stairs.’

  ‘How terribly exciting.’ Davina wrinkled her nose at Natasha and winked.

  Barrie wondered if she was taking the piss. He thought their efforts a bit amateurish. Davina Maypole may be excited at the prospect of seeing Natasha with her kit off, or at least in some sexy, flimsy underwear, but he very much doubted if it would lead to any orders.

  ‘Off you go, Natasha.’ Davina made a shooing motion with her right hand which Barrie was only too pleased to obey. Resisting the temptation to run up the stairs two at a time, he skipped lightly up to the changing room. The summer dress he was wearing buttoned down the front. It had been deliberately chosen by Natasha and using her deft fingers he had it off in a matter of seconds. He paused to admire her body in the mirror before reaching for the first piece of lingerie; the chemise in cream silk, with the simple rose motif. What was it Natasha had said? Keep the bra and panties on for the chemise and slip. Take them off to model the Chantilly lace briefs and demi bra. Then take the bra off, but leave the briefs on to model Debbie’s diva corset. Wear the matching G-string with her black and gold basque and finally, put the demi bra back on with the French knickers. He stepped into the chemise as instructed, put Natasha’s arms through the shoulder straps and pulled it up into position. The slim shoulder straps went neatly over the bra straps, but Barrie didn’t like it. He would much rather see the breasts unfettered. The chemise was not see through, but the movement of the breasts underneath and the shape of a nipple pressing against the fine silk would be unmistakable. As a man he would like that and he was pretty sure the lesbo downstairs would too. He s
lipped the chemise straps down over Natasha’s arms, removed the bra and put the straps back in position. As he moved her upper body gently from side to side, Natasha’s superb swaying breasts created wonderfully erotic patterns on the cream silk. He turned and walked slowly down the stairs, deliberately exaggerating Natasha’s shoulder movement to allow her breasts to weave their magic on Davina Maypole.

  Debbie began her introduction.

  ‘This is our Natasha Chemise. It can be produced in cream or black silk, with a simple red rose motif between the breasts.’

  The modelling of the chemise for Davina Maypole went very well and she seemed impressed with the quality. Barrie, pointed out, as Natasha had told him, that she felt the rose motif could be stitched on a little lower. Davina Maypole asked Natasha to lean forward. She placed put two fingers behind the motif and rubbed her thumb lightly over the front of it. ‘It’s very nicely worked,’ she commented, rubbing the motif with her thumb and moving her fingers up and down between Natasha’s cleavage. ‘I agree with you my dear; it could be a tad lower, perhaps here?’ She moved her thumb down slightly and at the same time allowed her index finger to slide across Natasha’s right breast in a soft caress.

  Debbie nervously cleared her throat. ‘I’ll make a note of that Davina.’

  ‘Lovely, I’m so glad I came her today. If this chemise is anything to go by, you are producing excellent quality and I must say it is smoulderingly sexy. As Barrie stood up, she took her hand away from Natasha’s cleavage and slowly ran both hands down over the smooth silk, following the contours of her waist and hips until her fingers reached the hem, which she tugged, pulling it down to the top of Natasha’s thighs. ‘I wonder if this should be a tad longer,’ she purred. Her right hand moved to the centre of the hem and Barrie felt her knuckles pressing against Natasha’s vagina as she pretended to check the length at the front. She spent what seemed an eternity checking and re-checking before saying. ‘Well, that’s really lovely. I definitely want some of that.’

  Barrie was tempted to ask if she mean the chemise, or Natasha’s pussy? Debbie talked nervously about lead times, quantities and prices as Barrie turned and sauntered sexily back to the foot of the stairs. He turned Natasha‘s body gracefully towards Davina, gave her a big smile, posed for a few seconds with left hand on hip and right wrist flipped back close to Natasha’s right ear before skipping lightly up the stairs. He had dropped the chemise to the floor and was about to put on Debbie’s slip, when Debbie popped her head round the door.‘Do you have the working patterns for the chemise,’ she asked in a loud voice for the benefit of Davina Maypole, then in a whisper after carefully pulling the door to. ‘What do you think you’re doing Tash? You’ve got Davina really turned on with your antics. Calm it down. I warn you, she’s a predatory lesbian.’

  ‘We’ve got her interested, haven’t we?’ Barrie whispered back. He was rather enjoying this and if a lesbian came on to him whilst he was in Natasha’s body; well he could enjoy the experience and Natasha need never know. ‘I’m only interested in sales,’ he lied. ‘On your own head be it,’ Debbie whispered as she picked up a pile of working patterns. Pushing open the door, she said in a loud voice. 'I'll call you when we’re ready for the slip,’

  Barrie chuckled to himself. It wouldn’t be on his own head it would be on Natasha’s vagina, which was damp from Davina pressing her knuckles against it. He hummed the ‘A Team’ theme as he pulled Debbie’s slip carefully over Natasha’s hair. Not that he need take care, Natasha’s thick, healthy hair always bounced back into place. To make the point to himself, he flicked it up from Natasha’s delicate right ear and watched it as it fell, perfectly back into position.

  Debbie’s slip was made from fine black silk and Natasha’s breasts slid over the cool smooth surface as he swayed her body gently from side to side. He put her hands up to her breasts and felt her nipples tingle and harden through the silk. He took her hands away and noted with satisfaction that the shape of her nipples showed though. If he worked on them until Debbie called, they might just stay that way long enough to really turn the lesbo on.

  Downstairs, Debbie was having a remarkably easy time with Davina Maypole who had a reputation for being an extremely difficult and picky buyer. She liked the chemise and as far as margins were concerned, the way she worked was to decide on the retail price and work back. Debbie was delighted to find that Davina’s method left them with a very healthy margin and when she ordered three hundred in black and two hundred in cream, Debbie could hardly contain herself.

  Davina Maypole took a sip of coffee. ‘That’s an excellent start Debbie. Now, what’s next?’

  ‘This is one of my designs, so we call it the Debbie Slip.’ She stood up and walked to the foot of the stairs. ‘We’re ready Natasha!’

  Barrie gave Natasha’s nipples one last tweak and skipped down the stairs as Debbie began her introduction.

  ‘The Debbie Slip is created from sexy black silk.’ She paused in amazement as the top of the slip came into view and she saw Natasha’s breasts bobbing around, creating patterns of light and shade in the black silk. Her nipples were erect and when she posed in front of them, they looked for all the world as if they were about to burst through the fine silk. She heard Davina draw a deep breath which ended in a murmured whisper of delight. Debbie turned to look at Davina as she continued with her description.

  ‘As you can see Davina, the silk is trimmed with soft black chiffon frills. We think black will probably be the best seller, but we can also make the Debbie Slip in white silk with white chiffon.’

  ‘Very, very nice,’ murmured Davina. ‘Will you give me a twirl please Natasha?’

  Barrie made a slow turn, deliberately ending in profile hoping Davina would not miss the erect nipples. He need not have worried; Davina had been drawn to them as she saw Natasha coming down the stairs. This girl was being intentionally provocative. Well, she liked that. She liked Debbie, who she knew was bisexual and she also liked the design and quality of their collection. There was no doubt they would get a significant order, but she would treat every item modelled as a piece of sexual foreplay. Her nipples were already erect, although well hidden and she had a pleasurable itch in her vagina. She reached up to touch Natasha’s bare shoulder, crooked a finger under the slim strap and inclined her head towards Debbie

  ‘This is beautifully made Debbie, is it all your own work?’

  Debbie wondered if she was being led into a trap. It was all going too smoothly. She answered cautiously. ‘Yes, but of course I would hardly be able to fulfil your requirements myself, that’s why Natasha and I have been interviewing and rigorously selecting our outworkers. We can assure you that every piece we produce will be to the same high quality.’

  Davina nodded her head in agreement. ‘I have no doubt about that, Debbie dear.’ She ran her crooked finger down the strap and caught the black chiffon frill between finger and thumb testing its softness. ‘And you definitely are using the very best of materials, this chiffon is delightfully soft. The design is so simple, yet wonderfully sexy.’

  Debbie managed to gulp her thanks as she watched Davina twist her hand and trap Natasha’s nipple between her third and little finger. Now, as she felt the chiffon between her thumb and forefinger, the others worked on Natasha’s nipple, which hardened to her touch. She breathed her satisfaction and looked triumphantly at Debbie as she let her hand slide over Natasha’s breast and slowly down the luxurious silk, following the line of her waist and hip.

  ‘This is absolutely marvellous, Debbie.’ Her hand moved around and Barrie felt it settle on Natasha’s lovely backside, giving it a gentle squeeze, before moving further down to brush the back of her bare thighs and up, under the slip to caress the exposed cheeks of her bottom.

  ‘Thank you Natasha, that was lovely. You make an excellent model.’

  Barrie pressed Natasha’s backside playfully against Davina’s hand, before turning and skipping up the stairs. Debbie watch her go; there was something
wrong, she had known Natasha since they were at High School together and she had never behaved like this before. Natasha was as straight as straight could be, yet here she was, flirting with a raving lesbian. As a friend, what should she do? What could she do? She had warned her, but she wasn’t taking any notice. It could all end in tears.

  ‘I think you are right about that slip being sexy in black Debbie.’

  Davina was watching Natasha’s rear sway from side to side as she mounted the stairs.

  ‘Please don’t take any notice of Natasha, Davina. She always was a bit of a tease.’

  ‘She’s delightful; and you said she was straight?’

  ‘She is Davina, believe me. I’ve known her since High School.’

  ‘Well if you say so Debbie, I’m sure you are right, but the one thing I’m sure we can both agree on is that she makes a fantastic model and is doing a fine job for both of you. Now, let’s look at how many slips I will need. As Debbie picked up another order far beyond her expectations, Barrie stood naked in the small bedroom, admiring Natasha’s figure in the full length mirror. Her body was really turned on by the events downstairs. The nipples were still erect and when he parted the labia he could see her engorged clitoris. He placed a finger on it and almost collapsed with pleasure. He wanted to carry on and masturbate to a wonderful climax, but with his limited experience in his wife’s body, he doubted there was enough time. To save himself from further temptation he stepped into the cream lace briefs for the next presentation. He was fastening the bra, when he heard Debbie’s call. He moved out onto the landing and as Debbie began the introduction, sauntered slowly and sexily down the stairs,

  ‘Natasha is modelling what we call Natasha’s Lingerie. This is a sexy tweak on a classic design in beautiful stretch Chantilly lace.’ Barrie paused before stepping down from the bottom stair and sauntering over to pose in front of Davina. He executed a slow pirouette as Debbie continued her commentary.