Message-ID: <1385eli$9706101343@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: "Paul Christiansen" Subject: REPOST: The Adventures of Heather, Part 19B [A-C] [FF] Warning: The material that follows is adult in nature, containing graphic sex descriptions. If you are not over 18, or if such material is offensive to you, stop here and move on to another story. See the introduction to the Heather series at the beginning of Part 1. However, all parts can be enjoyed more or less on their own. Post comments to alt.sex.stories.d or e-mail me. HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 19B BY "RAMAPO" The next shop was across town, and she took a taxi. In spite of her recent experience, the shower had freshened her. God, what kind of underwear are they fitting me for if they had to take body castings of me in heat like some wanton fleshpot? Maybe I AM a fleshpot? Jes, Jan had sure known her way around a woman's body. And she was so direct. There wasn't any pussy-footing around (she giggled at the silly pun she just made) with Jan. Need swollen tits? Suck them evenly until done. Need a body casting of a sexed up body? Suck it and fuck it until ripe, then maintain temperature until well done and the crust is hard! Her little dialogue continued, until the driver pulled up in front of a small shop on a side street. The curtains were pulled, but a small sign on the door simply said, "Custom Tailoring for Women, Come on In" and a smaller plastic sign sat over the door pull said "Open". She pulled the door open and stepped inside. There were racks and racks of clothes in very neat rows, of styles and types for all occasions. No one was in sight, so she did a little browsing. Soon, she noticed that these were all the latest fashions for everything, from Milan, Paris, Tokyo. Stepped right off the pages of the fashion mags just hitting the streets in the last few days. And there were no price tags. Or, interestingly enough, sizes either. But the designer labels were there. Just one of these outfits was going to cost Amy more than than Heather's salary for an entire year. Ouch. Well, a couple of these would be fantastic. She didn't notice the attractive brunette who had come up behind her, and she jumped when the brunette said, "Heather?". "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you and you startled me a bit. Hi! Yes, I'm Heather." "Hello, my name is Susan. This is my shop. Do you like the things I have out? See anything you like for yourself?" "Gosh, these are fantastic! I just got here. But from looking for a few minutes, I'll take them all!" They both laughed. Susan said, "Amy has made arrangements for everything, so don't worry about anything other than whether the clothes are right for you and the circumstances. I pretty much know what we need to do for you on the business side of things, and you can guide me on the social side." "Social side? Amy never mentioned that. So, we are going to select clothes for after work as well?" "Oh, yes. Amy never does anything halfway." Heather thought, God, you've got that right. At least, she's never done ME halfway yet. What an appetite that babe's got. Susan went on, "Amy left it up to me to select a complete wardrobe for work. That will be at least thirty outfits, and as many pieces as we can put together. You should have enough parts to make up about one hundred arrangements, so you never ever appear the same way more than two or three times in a work season. Of course, next year, you replace everything. Mustn't get behind the times, you know. Everyone would notice." Heather almost choked! Thirty designer outfits? Accessories to make up over one hundred! Then, on top of that, social clothes as well! The bill would be astronomical! "As I said, Amy has taken care of everything financially. Yes, it is frightfully expensive, but there are ways of dealing with that. I dare say, this type of investment will earn her company back every dime in under a month, spent on the right person. And I can tell, just by looking at you, that she is choosing wisely." Heather finally said, "I had no idea of what she had in mind. I mean the scale..." Susan locked the front door and turned the sign to say "Closed". Coming back, she took Heather casually by the arm and guided her to the back of the store. "We will have a long day of it, so let's get you relaxed. Take off everything but your bra and panties so we can get right to work. Just put your things on the table there." "Oh, Jan already measured me and sent the numbers over to your computer." "Yes, I have them. And you, young lady, will be a challenge. I must tell you I don't believe I've ever met someone with quite your attributes. As a man might say, you are some package. I can't wait to see how Jan manages to do her part." Heather blushed. "Thank you. But, I mean, I didn't do anything to get this way, it's just the way I was born." "Yes, but God was having a good day when he waved his hand over you dear. It's just a bit unfair to the rest of us who have to work so hard, or, buy just a bit of what you have so naturally! Well, enough of this admiration. Oh, dear!" Heather had just folded her skirt over the table and turned to face Susan. "What?" She leaned over to look past her boobs, and she too noticed the large wet stain in her crotch. "Oh, my gosh! I'm embarrassed!" Susan just laughed. "No need. I see you are still doing a little daydreaming about Jan's measurement 'system'. Quite stimulating, wouldn't you say?" Heather relaxed a bit. "Yes, you could say that." "Would you believe she has people come in every month to just get their 'measurements checked'? Funny thing is, she's not into S&M or anything. She's bi, all right, but, if this is possible, given the way she does this, she is very professional with customers. She only does enough to get what she needs. I think she thinks these people ought to let her sister take care of them." "Oh, her sister. I met her. Why her?" "Turn this way. Her sister is into heavy S&M and is a dominatrix. To my knowledge, she is running at least three sex slaves right now. Two of them men. Stay away from her. I personally don't think she knows when enough is enough. I predict, sooner or later, she'll really hurt someone and then we will have a real mess on our hands in this town. Turn this way." Susan just kept on working. Sex slaves? Wow. In spite of Susan's warnings, Heather realized she felt interested. Not to be a slave, she suddenly realized, to control one! And it scared her and she stopped thinking about it. She had felt that thrill before when she was in charge of the lovemaking, but had never let it take over. Susan had felt the thrill go through Heather at the mere mention of sex slaves, and wondered if the kid was interested, or just scared. She said nothing about it and decided to change the subject. "OK. Now we do some preliminary other dynamic measurements. No touching, I promise! Just step onto the stage here and do what I tell you. I'll explain what is happening as we go. The computer will do all the work as you move around. OK, now, here's what's going to happen." "Umm. I've forgotten something. Let's see. Oh, of course. How stupid. The suit. You have to put on the suit." She went to a rack and selected a shiny silver spandex-like pantsuit and handed it to Heather. "Bra and panties off please. Try not to get too horny in this thing. They're a bitch to have cleaned. It's exactly one half size too small for you, which means it will be like a second skin. You don't have to wear it long, so just breath a bit shallow till it stretches out." Peeled of the undies, she began to ease her long legs into the seemingly too small pant legs. And, after much gentle pulling, she got it on up to her crotch, then slide one arm in and pulled the suit up over her front and Susan held the material while she forced her left arm out the sleave. Her legs and arms felt like they were in a vice. Her buttocks were now gripped firmly, pulling the material tight across her stomach. And then, Susan told her to exhale as far as she could and hold. The zipper screamed closed at the base of her neck and her breasts were pulled firmly against her ribcage. She tried to breath in and was shocked and alarmed to find she couldn't get but a very small amount of air in her lungs. She began to gasp and take short, rapid breaths. Each inhalation caused her boobs to feel like they were made of solid rock as they were gripped and pushed back in resistance. Susan just held her hand while the suit grudging gave way against her body's efforts. "There. Better. It has to be a second skin. Look in the mirror. See how shiny it is? We are going to bathe you in a series of very low intensity laser beams. The computer will make a baseline 3-D image of your body in exacting detail. Then, we will have you move around, walk, bend, reach over your head, and so forth, and the computer will make a continuous stream of measurements and store them. When we play it back, it will be able to accurately reproduce any body movement or angle in 3-D. Then, off comes the suit, and the computer will take the measurements of your body that Jan took and adjust its own files for you. In other words, your breasts will stop looking like they are being flattened, and so forth. There will be two of you, one normal and one aroused. It makes a difference up top, and sometimes, below for some outfits. Jan can compensate for some of the difference, and I cover up the rest." "Then, we pick out outfits that seem to be correct for you. Colour, etc. The computer has the ability to create the exact same outfit in every detail and drape it correctly over your 3-D image. As we turn you, and bend you on the screen, the computer will demonstrate just how the fabric will move, fall, stretch, depending on the type of fabric, the cut and so on." "I will tell it when to make adjustments to remove any problems, such as gapping, or hem lines moving around, and the computer will adjust the cut until the outfit is perfect. We then look at the same thing aroused and adjust, if necessary, until both images are the same appearance. Once we are satisfied, the cut and measurements are sent to the factory and an outfit is created exactly for you, to exactly the correct measurements for that fabric and your figure. A week later, we have it here and it fits you perfectly right out of the box. A pressing and it's yours." Heather finally said, "Wow. Perfect fit and cut. Every time. No WONDER this is so expensive." She was running her hands over the silky texture of the outside of the suit and the sensation WAS making her horny. Her breasts were taut and the pressure was making her unusually aware of them. Her nipples were trying to extend, but were held firmly back. The new sensations were sending sparks through her skin. And instantly, she knew she was wet again. Susan was laughing, still looking down at the monitor, "Actually, it cuts costs enormously. There is absolutely no waste. I just raise the prices to make them pay for the miracle. And they love the look, and pay through the nose. OK, laser is on. Let's start. Stand for one minute till it beeps, then move around. Great. HEY! Stop the fondling!" Her eyes went to Heather's crotch and she sighed. Too late. The kid was soaked again. "I'm sorry," Heather said. "I just started to feel really horny. All the tightness and the unusual feel of the material really turns me on." "Yeah, I know. Look, you might as well keep it on, if you like. I'll have to get it cleaned anyway now. And you look like you are really getting off on it." But Heather barely heard her. As she boldly ran her hands over the outside of her of her tightly constrained breasts, thrilling to the feel of their hardness, and the sensations of her fingers through the fabric ran like a hot flame and a wonderful warm feeling spread across her chest. And just like that, the heat in her thighs rose in a wave and poured through her pussy and into her stomach, the orgasm causing her to whimper with satisfaction and surprise. As her head cleared, Susan's voice came back into focus. "OK. Can we stop playing 'let's get off' and get back to work? Heather, we have got to get focused here and do what we set out to do. Now, straighten up. Hands off your tits. By your side. Let's do the baseline again." Heather grinned. "Wow. Some suit. I just orgasmed!" "I know. I'm wet myself from watching you. Jesus. OK. There's the beep. ONLY move the way I tell you. The script doesn't call for body touching, young lady, so no sneak attempts at another orgasm, OK?" "Got it. OK. But, it still makes me hot. How does it do that? Can I buy one of these? Maybe I better not. I'd never take it off." "To be honest, everyone that puts it on notices it makes them horny. I think it must have something to do with the way it feels like silk and never grabs, the pressure it puts on the erogenous zones and the fact that when you touch yourself, it creates static electricity that flows through the suit and is felt by your sensitive parts as tiny shocks that you can't really consciously feel, but that your mind interprets as sexual stimulation. And, no, you can't have it or buy it. I paid a lot for it and THAT is one invention of my own that makes me better at this process than anyone else in the world right now." And for the rest of the day, she demonstrated that she was the best in the world. They worked hard selecting the outfits, have the computer do the modelling and adjustments as Susan's expert eye caught all the little things in the cuts and flow of the garments that looked bad from certain angles and movements and had the computer adjust. Some of it was like magic, knowing what to adjust where to get the effect she wanted. The personal clothes for social occasions were from formal gowns to sun suits, and one very, very sexy slinky red dress that had them both saying 'fantastic' and getting wet from watching the 3-D image move around on screen in the 'aroused' view. Susan pushed back from the desk. "I'm sitting here dreaming I'm peeling that dress off you and sucking on those spectacular boobs of yours. I don't think I can take any more of that, or I'll jump you." Heather's breath caught at the woman's words, as she wanted to be fucked so badly at that moment, and wished Susan would turn to her and take her. But Susan didn't make the move. Reluctantly, Heather peeled off the body suit slowly after Susan unzipped her. The heavy sweet smell of her cum hung in the room from the wet crotch as she hung it over the back of a chair to dry, unable to meet Susan's eyes. "Couldn't resist a few more orgasms, I see," Susan remarked. "I...I didn't really do anything, honest. They...They just kept happening. Not that they weren't nice or that I tried to stop them." "Well, doesn't matter if you get it a little wet, or a lot wet. By the way, you smell wonderful. You must be a delight in bed." "Thanks." She couldn't think of anything else to say. Why didn't Susan just take her in her arms and make love to her? God knows, she wanted it and was ready enough! But, she dressed and Susan made busy on the computer, saving and transmitting files to the factories. "Heather, a word of advice?" "Yes?" "These clothes, and how you got them? Amy has a lot of motives for getting them for you. And having you look nice and professional is only a minor one. She is putting all this stuff on the company books, in her name. The clothes only fit you. If for any reason things don't work out at the firm, just keep the clothes. Let Amy worry about the rest. Giving back the clothes would solve nothing for her. You might as well have the enjoyment. Just so you know." "Are you sure that would be right?" "Positive. Amy is a big girl taking chances. If she gets caught, stay out of the line of fire and keep a low profile." As she said it, her eye caught Heather's magnificent profile and Heather noticed where she was looking, and they both laughed. "Right! I'll need that suit for that. Any chance you'll change your mind about....?" "Not a chance. Now get out of here so I can finish up and get something to eat. I'm beat." "Thanks for everything Susan. I can't wait to see the clothes and try them on. Two weeks you said?" "Yeah, the early ones will be two weeks. The rest over a two or three week period. Maybe one or two longer. And you don't actually try them on. There is no need. They always fit perfectly. Jan's underwear will take care of that for you. I can't wait to hear your reaction to how that stuff feels. If you thought the suit was good, just wait.....off with you now." And she gave Heather a kiss on the cheek and the door shut and she locked it. Heather went back to school and hit the books. Her mind kept drifting back to the suit as an idle hand began to take her on the stairway to another orgasm. The ancient history of Rome started to blur in her mind as the sensations of her hand between her legs drove her concentration from her. It would be a late night. Susan returned to the computer terminal and sat. There was one last outfit she wanted for Heather. It would be a personal gift to a special lady. She was always attracted to beautiful, sexy women, being bi and all, but even she was surprised at how strongly she had felt attracted today. It had taken all of her willpower to be professional and get the work done and keep her hands off Heather. The material was impossible, the computer recalculated again and again the cuts and lines, and she struggled for hours to get it to work, and finally, it came together. As the 3-D picture turned and moved around the screen, Susan finally gave in to the lust she had built up all day, and a hand disappeared into the top of her slacks. It took only moments before a powerful orgasm tightened her muscles and she groaned loudly. The second orgasm was stronger than the first and she yelled out. And, ten minutes later, her hand on one nipple, pulling at the nipple savagely, and the other flicking her sensitive clit, she felt a tidal wave roll up from her thighs, slam into her stomach and explode in her brain. She screamed. The designer clothes on the long racks absorbed the sound and a passerby in the street heard nothing. End Part 19B -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /