The New Girl

The New Girl
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ISBN:  9781780804255
Author:  R. Hampton
Word Count:  79,072
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The cover picture was a photograph of a woman. Taken from behind, it framed her from her head down to the tops of her thighs. Her hair, a beautiful shiny brown, was piled up on top of her head and long, ornate earrings dangled just off her shoulders. One lightly clenched fist rested over each cheek of her bottom and her crossed wrists were held together by thick, soft, creamy white rope which was wound round, twice horizontally and twice vertically, before being tied off neatly. Black lace gloves reached to just below her elbows. Otherwise she was naked.
   Ann was enthralled. The picture was so good she could even see the hairs on the rope and it made her heart beat faster. Eager to see more she put her thumb between the pages and was just opening the magazine when she got a fright and let go of the page.
   'I don't remember giving you permission to sit down,' said Mary, right next to her ear. 'Nor to read magazines. But, seeing that you're interested, I can tell you that the young lady on the cover is severely dealt with on the inside pages, which is just what is going to happen to you...'

Ann is a year out of school and has a job. She is bright, intelligent and her employer is pleased with her. But her new life is not what she'd hoped for when she left home, the girls in the shared flat having their own social circle and barely speaking to her, so she is very happy when she's befriended by a customer, Mary, a successful businesswoman with her own boutique.

Amongst Mary's clientele are some very well-heeled ladies who like to have a girl 'living' with them, and she earns herself a little commission for finding and introducing suitable recruits. Immediately recognising Ann as a perfect candidate, Mary sets her little tasks which entail her losing some or all of her clothes, and then spanking her for any misdemeanours, until she knows she can do practically anything she wants with the girl - including introducing her to the Ladies...

Ann looked at herself in the mirror. The figure-hugging Chinese style dress, sleeveless and with its high round neck, suited her to perfection; showing off her narrow waist, well-proportioned hips and swelling bosom beautifully, but it was not something she could aspire to on her meagre wages. All the dresses on the rack beside her were for very well off customers, but that didn't worry her as she wasn't a prospective customer anyway; she was there by invitation of her friend, the proprietress. It was time to take the dress off. Mary had told her how good it looked on her, what a very good figure she had and that, with a bit of practice, she could even model for her. Ann was slightly embarrassed by the accolades but, at the same time, flattered and thrilled by the prospect. She had already tried on several dresses ranging from simple cocktail to swish evening gown, with Mary always complimentary and in close attendance and there didn't seem to be anymore to try, but Mary had an idea, asked Ann to wait a minute, then went off and came back with a special creation she was making to order.
   As Mary unbuttoned the back of the dress she wasn't thinking of what she might get from it, but the commission she could earn from introducing the wearer to a group of ladies she knew, though she cautioned herself not to count her chickens as she still had to test her extensively. She told Ann a little about the customer, how fussy she was and how little time they'd had to make it, then, having loosened the last button, she quickly and expertly squeezed either side of the bra fasteners to release the hooks and eyes.
   'But it has to be worn without a bra,' she said casually, as she let go.
   When Ann felt the strap go slack she was shocked and opposing thoughts and emotions flashed through her brain; no one else had ever seen her breasts before; a couple of boys had felt them and one had even got his hand inside her bra briefly before she pulled it away, as it had aroused her too much and she was afraid of losing control; she should cover them up; she didn't want to seem a prude; she liked Mary, liked her company and valued her friendship and didn't want to lose it. Her muscles tensed, her hands formed cups but her arms barely stirred from her sides before she relaxed and watched, fascinated and spectator-like, as the woman's hands slowly peeled the dress away from the girl in the mirror's body, uncovering her neck and shoulders before firmly gripping the fabric and pulling it down to reveal her breasts. Ann felt a tremendous sexual thrill at that moment of forced exposure and gently pulled her stomach in to enhance her shape. In a dream she stepped out of the dress and waited, motionless, until it was time to step into the new one.
   She thought back to the day she met Mary at the checkout of the little minimarket where she worked. She had entered all her purchases on the till and then asked her for six pounds and one pence. Mary had given her a ten pound note and then, while Ann was getting the change, asked if she would like the odd penny, which she then handed over without waiting for a reply. It had confused Ann at the wrong moment. Whether it was because of decimalisation, or D-day as it was called, which had been the previous week, or that she was just not concentrating, she didn't know, but she had given her change for twenty pounds. Mary had taken her change, looked at it for a long time and then gone away with her shopping. Ann carried on serving the next customers and then, a few minutes later, found Mary in front of her again.
   She had asked Ann if she'd given her too much change, as she thought she had tendered only ten pounds, and whether or not Ann could check her till. Not having come across such a situation before, Ann had to ask the manager for help and was told that the tills were only checked at the end of the week and that she should keep the note and take the customer's number so they could let her know if she should return for the ten pounds if there was a surplus.
   The till had balanced however, but Ann still telephoned to tell her and to thank her again for saving her as she would have had to repay the ten pounds from her own pocket. And Mary had thanked her for calling and then asked her out for a drink.
   As a pick-up, it was one of the easiest Mary had ever made. They had got on well and she soon ascertained that Ann had left home, due to an unhappy family life. Her father had some menial job at a television studio but always made out he was an important technician and lived way above his means in order to support the lie of his phoney status. There had once been some money in the family but he squandered it. When Ann started working he was forever after her money at the end of the week and, if she didn't lend it to him, he'd even sneak into her room at night to help himself. The loans were never repaid either. Her mother lived in fear of him so was always with him on his drinking and social sprees and wouldn't dare give his game away. They often moved house and then, one day, they inevitably had to get out of yet another house which Ann had thought they owned but which was, it turned out, only rented. And it had been such a lovely place.
   Ann had had enough. Although she had a reasonable job with prospects, though poorly paid, she gave it up and found herself the checkout job and a flat share with a couple of girls in a different area. She left her old job early on a Friday, collected what belongings she wanted from home, packed them into a pre-war cardboard suitcase she'd found in the attic, put the letter she'd written for her mother on the kitchen table, and taken off for good. She and Mary started meeting regularly for drinks and then, ready to make her move, Mary invited Ann out for a meal that evening.
   For Ann, the chance encounter had been a godsend as it gave her something to look forward to and, best of all, someone to talk to who took an interest in her. Her flatmates, if you could call them mates, barely spoke to her even when they were home, which wasn't very often as they both had hectic social lives. They would either be dashing around in the mornings getting ready for work or dashing around in the evenings getting ready to go out. It seemed they only wanted Ann there to pay her share of the rent.
   But now she had a friend to go out with; elegant with the confidence to handle waiters and taxi drivers with the authority of a successful businesswoman. For Mary, in her late twenties, owned two boutiques for fashionable clothes, some of which she created and made up herself in her workroom at the larger of the shops where she employed a dressmaker. She also owned a house in the country but stayed in a flat over the larger shop during the week.
   As they finished their meal she told Ann she was taking her back to her shop to try on some dresses, then she had the waiter telephone for a taxi. Ann held the cab door open for her when they left and again when they arrived at their destination. It seemed the natural thing to do. As Mary was unlocking the door Ann gazed excitedly at the creations in the window. She had never dared venture into a boutique for lack of funds and courage, but here she was invited into one as a guest. With only the window lights on, the inside of the shop was in semidarkness, but she could still see it was beautifully arranged.
   A sliding door, behind a curtain, gave access to a large lounge-come-office where Mary could entertain her better customers. Here they could try on outfits in private and at their leisure, be measured or have fittings. Sometimes Mary would arrange private fashion shows as well. At the far end of the room three panels could concertina to one side to allow access to the workroom beyond. To the left of these doors was a curtained changing cubicle and, next to that, in the corner, open shelves. Along most of the left hand wall there were several nests of drawers with a continuous wooden top on which stood mannequin torsos modelling lingerie, and one head with a beautiful red hat on it. A cocktail cabinet stood in the corner.
   The wall off to the right mostly consisted of a huge glass panel, giving a view into the shop when the curtains were pulled back. A staircase started from the corner and passed over a large mirror. Low bookshelves ran in a curve round the far right hand corner with a leather swivel chair between them and a leather-topped antique desk. It was a very comfortable looking chair and more like an armchair than an office chair. The floor was carpeted wall to wall and, in the centre of the room a fine leather three-piece-suite was arranged around a low coffee table. Mary had produced the rack full of dresses and encouraged her to try on as many as she wanted.
   'Ready?' queried Mary. 'It's not quite finished but you're just the right size and it would help me a great deal if you tried it on.' Ann came out of her reverie and stepped into the dress and Mary pulled it carefully up over her hips and waited for Ann to put her arms through the shoulder straps before zipping the back up.
   'Well, how do you like it?' she asked.
   Ann looked at herself in the mirror and was amazed to see her nipples peering cheekily out through two holes in the dress. Two very hard and erect nipples at that, as she was now beginning to feel very sexy.
   'It's lovely! It's beautiful. But very naughty. Where could you wear a dress like this?'
   'Thank you,' said Mary. 'The dress may be good, but you give it form with your lovely figure. And as to where to wear it, well I could take you to plenty of places.' She put some pins in her mouth and looked critically at her creation, pulling a little here and there as she became completely absorbed in her work.
   Ann watched her in the mirror as she made little adjustments, putting one hand underneath the skirt to guide the pins, which Ann enjoyed as she found the touch of the fingers on her bare skin produced pleasurable sensations. Mumbling through the pins, Mary put the other hand under and Ann felt fingers on both sides of her waist and then in her knickers and then, without warning, her knickers were pulled down. All the thoughts she'd had when she lost her bra resurfaced but with the objections stronger. Was the woman going to strip her naked? What was she going to do when the dress came off? She would be left in the nude with no towel or anything else to cover herself. But, again, she didn't say or do anything, meekly stepping out of her knickers when required to.
   Mary bunched them into her hand as she continued with her work, smoothing the dress down over Ann's hips and bottom. Something still wasn't quite right around the middle and her hand went quickly up to receive another pin and protect Ann's belly as it came through, the back of her hand pushing quite firmly across her pubic mound and eliciting an audible exhalation from Ann and a tiny shudder of pleasure.
   Although Mary was completely and professionally absorbed in her work, she was also quite aware of the effect she was having on Ann. She felt the stiffening when she'd removed her underwear but noted the little signs of pleasure when she touched the girl's skin, especially around her erogenous zones. She finished the little correction and sat back on her heels.
   'That's better,' she said. 'It wasn't smooth enough with knickers underneath. Walk around a little.'
   The second Ann began her parade her mind began to whirl again. Having her breasts revealed had been a shock. She'd been brought up not to reveal her body and at the swimming pool or at school, like most of the other girls, she had always been careful, when changing, not to show her breasts, let alone anything lower down. But as her hand slipped surreptitiously up to caress her left breast while her back was turned, she had to admit it had excited her sexually and continued to do so. But what was going to happen when the dress came off? Without her knickers she would be completely naked. She felt a twitch in her vagina at the thought. No, she couldn't let it happen. Had she drunk too much? What about the changing cubicle? How excited she'd been when Mary's hand brushed her pubis. She had to get out quickly. Should she ask for her knickers before taking the dress off? She really ought to go home. As she walked back towards Mary she looked at herself in the mirror, aware of the wetness in her sex. She warned herself to be careful, to behave.
   Mary was all business, talking about the dress, the customer and how pleased she'd be when it was finished. Ann felt she was just a mannequin and acted like one. She didn't ask for her knickers. Couldn't interrupt Mary and stood watching helplessly as she was unzipped. None of what she said registered with her as she watched Mary put her hands on her shoulders, push the straps off and slide her hands under the dress, slowly moving them down, pushing the garment before them. She trembled slightly as Mary's fingers slid across her breasts and drew a sharp breath when they brushed her nipples. She wished they would linger but they moved on down her body, setting her skin tingling under their light touch. Mary's left arm caught the front of the dress as it fell forward, while the right one moved down across her tummy, helping the material over her hips, carelessly brushing over her pubic hair and eliciting another involuntary exhalation.
   Mesmerised, Ann was quite unable to move her hands to cover herself as she stepped mechanically out of the dress, remaining glued to the spot while Mary put it onto a hanger and hung it on the rack. She came back with the knickers, knelt down to put them on and had to tap Ann's leg to remind her to lift it. When she'd pulled them up she let both hands glide back over Ann's bottom and then down her thighs. Ann trembled as her heart raced but she didn't move.
   'I think I should go now,' she whispered.
   'Yes, it is getting late. I'll phone for a cab,' said Mary, going swiftly to her desk. When she came back Ann still hadn't moved so she finished dressing her, telling her she was lovely, had a beautiful body and had been a great help. At the door she gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek.
   'See you next week,' she called after her.

In bed, Ann thought back over the evening and it wasn't long before her hands moved to caress her breasts and then her sex and, as she slowly worked herself up she thought only of the excitement she'd felt at the touch of Mary's hands on her skin and soon brought herself to a hugely satisfying climax.

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Disapointed in last part
Friday, 22 August 2014  | 

I enjoyed this book until the last part when Ann was given to the 2 maids for 24 hours. Ann had really never done anything to the maids to deserve the treatment they gave her. If she had abused them earlier then it would have made sense. A little excessive in my thinking.


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