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It was a warm summers day as I was sat at my desk doodling some new designs for the main street windows. The office was getting hot as the air conditioning couldn’t cope with the heat of the afternoon suns rays blasting through the window. I was beginning to feel quite sleepy. The phone rang on my desk, jolting me out of my drowsy musings.  It was Peter the Marketing Manger, my boss.

 "Kim, can you pop into my office for a moment."

 "Ok, be there in tick" I told him. I put down my pencil and grabbed a notebook and pen and headed off to his office down the hall. I stopped on the way to pick up a cup of strong black coffee. I needed a quick shot of caffeine to combat the heat induced drowsiness.

 I knocked on his door and went in. As I entered his office he introduced me to a group of smartly dressed men who were from Jones & Co, a big city marketing company. He reeled off their names but most escaped my still drowsy mind. Peter then began to explain what was going on.

 Biggs Department stores had decided to do some customer research. We had 12 big window displays around the building on the main shopping streets. It was my job to fill those windows with displays of the goods we sold to hopefully entice people to come into the store and buy.

 Peter (and no doubt my rather overly ambitious apprentice Dave) had decided to see if they could work out what made a successful window display. To this end they had employed Jones & Co to do the market research.

 Some of the research was to be done the old fashioned way by stopping people in the street and the store and asking them questions, but Jones & Co had a new method. They would put one way mirrors into the displays and film the people walking by and those examining the display. From this video evidence they would be able to judge which of the windows were most popular and even what goods attracted a punters eye the most.

 It sounded like an interesting idea but I had a feeling that Dave was secretly hoping that HIS windows would attract more attention so he could weasel his way in with Peter. Well I wasn’t about to let that happen!

 Ac couple of weeks later we had finalised all the plans for the trial, I had 6 windows to dress and Dave and Susy (my other apprentice) had been given 3 each. He wasn’t happy about the split, but hey I'm HIS boss!

 A couple of weeks later the mirrors arrived. Jones & Co had provided us with quite an assortment. There were some small round mirrors which resembled portholes, all the way up to a large dressing sized mirror about 3 feet by 6 feet.

 As we looked at the mirrors the three of us bounced ideas around. I claimed the large mirror and the small round ones. I had some ideas about how to use them After lunch it was off round the store to see what goods we could find to use as props. Then it was back to the drawing board and out with the pencils as we sketched and planned our sets

 By the end of the week we had designs for all twelve windows. Dave’s were bold and ambitious, he could be a pain in the backside but he had talent. Susys were more understated, she was only 19 and hadn’t quite got her design sense sorted out. I had given her a few pointers and she was learning fast.

 We had our orders in for our display goods. The carpenters and painters were booked to build the sets. All we had to do was sit back and wait for our goods to arrive.

 Two days later I took the phone call that said our goods were ready and we could start dressing the windows the next day.

 Just before lunch I took a call from the store manager. The Carpenters had finished in Window 9 and it was sat there empty. The windows were allowed to be empty for the shortest possible time. That meant we would have to dress it today.

 “Damn it!” I said putting down the phone. Dressing windows could be a mucky business and I normally came in wearing my jeans when I knew we were going to be doing it. Thanks to the warm weather I was wearing a white blouse and a light short skirt. Defiantly not window dressing apparel!

 Just at that moment Susy walked in the door. She was 19 and a good looker with shoulder length blonde hair and a figure that attracted a lot of attention. A lot of it from Dave. She way she dressed didn’t exactly discourage it either. She had a penchant for light short skirts that showed off her long legs and tops that seemed to show impossibly large amount of her firm tight breasts.

  Unfortunately for Susy, that’s just how she had decided to dress today.

 “Susy!” I called her over. “They’ve finished Window 9. Its empty.”

 “Oh shit” she said “They weren’t supposed to finish it till tomorrow.”

 “I know, it has to be dressed this afternoon. Will you help me?”

 “Can Dave not do it?” she whimpered.

 “Sorry, Daves off this afternoon. Its you and me.”

 Susy looked dejected and went off muttering.

 “I’ll meet you at Window 9 in a half hour” I shouted after her.

 I called up the storesman and got him to deliver our goods to the stockroom behind the windows. It was a long thin room about 10 feet wide that ran behind all the windows. For some reason many years ago they had split it into two along the length of the windows with a plywood partition which was a real pain if you wanted to go from say window 9 to window 4. This meant you had to walk all the way around  the store to get in the other door.

 The Window Stockroom was used to store all the goods waiting to go into the windows and also  provided somewhere for the carpenters to work when they were building the sets.

 When I got down there Mike and Chris, the two storesmen were unloading my big mirror. Susy arrived, her golden locks and that attention grabbing slender figure provided far too much distraction for the two men and it was something of a miracle that my big mirror made it to the window intact.

 Once Mike and Chris had left us we got on with the job of unpacking the goods. The scene was a boudoir, with a magnificent four poster bed trimmed with lace as its centre piece. Fortunately installed earlier for me. The mirror was against the back wall and a female manikin was to lie on the bed dressed in some of the sexiest red lace underwear I could find.  A male manikin stood across the room clad in Calvin Kline boxer shorts. I had joked with Susy about making it more realistic by stuffing a carrot into his pants but we would probably have got in trouble for that so it remained our private joke.

 As I was sorting out the drapes on the bed, Susy was across the other side of the window bay squatting down adjusting the fabric draped against the far wall. It was then I noticed two guys stood at the window in front of her.

 Susy was paying them no attention as she fought to get the fabric to lie correctly. I know Susy is very pretty but these guys were positively fixated. Then it dawned on me. The way Susy was squatting meant that her knees were quite a way apart and with her short skirt the guys were getting a good view of her panties.

 “I hope she’s wearing panties today” I thought.

 I was about to say something to Susy when one of the men made a movement. It took a second to realise what he was doing. He had a hard on and had just rearranged himself so it wasn’t too obvious. I checked out his friend. Yup he had a hard on as well only he hadn’t thought to hide it and it was causing his trousers to bulge out quite comically.

 I had the sudden realisation that I was actually enjoying watching this little show and I was actually getting quite turned on by it. I was still musing on this fact when Susy finally got her fabric to lie right and stood up. The two guys hovered around for a minute, hoping for another show but Susy was off doing other things now and they eventually drifted off.

 As we worked Susy’s accidental exhibition worked on my mind. The idea of those men staring at her cotton clad cunt and their cocks getting hard at the sight had really got to me and it was proving hard to concentrate on my work.

 I started to think about what it would feel like if I did it. If I were to flash some unsuspecting bloke. As I was thinking about it a casually dressed guy in his 20’s appeared at the window. His attention was drawn to my assistant as usual. I wondered if I could attract his attention too. I wandered over to a box of bits and pieces in the middle of the window and squatted down. As I became ‘absorbed’ in my work. I let my knees drift apart giving my young man an excellent view of my lace clad cunt.

 I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He did a double take then realised what he was seeing. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open a little, His eyes fixing on the little bit of lace covering my treasures not more than six feet from his eyes. I saw the telltale movement in his pants as the blood gorged his cock under his jeans.

 By now I was getting seriously turned on and I was beginning to wonder if he could see a damp patch forming on my panties. I changed my position shutting out his prying eyes. He looked a little disappointed. I looked up at him and caught his eyes. A look of panic flashed over his face as he thought he had been caught. I reassured him by flashing a quick smile at him. He smiled back then turned and walked away to continue his window shopping. I doubt he saw anything else as desirable that day!

 Now I was really turned on and I could feel my panties getting wet with my juices. I made an excuse to Susy and almost sprinted to the ladies toilet. I shut the cubicle door and stuck my hand under my skirt and plunged my fingers past the elastic on my panties deep into my cunt. I sat down on the toilet lid fingering my clit furiously. Within moments I came, my orgasm washing waves of pleasure through my body. It was all I could do to stay seated as my body convulsed with pleasure. Low guttural moans escaped from my throat Fortunately for me the toilet was empty otherwise explaining my growls might have been tricky.

 I slouched there for a couple of minutes feeling the warmth of my orgasm ebbing away. When I felt sufficiently recovered I tidied my self up. As I did so I discovered that my panties were positively soggy with my juices. That wasn’t going to be comfy and nobody was going to miss my sex scent if I wore them. I had no option but to take them off wrap them as best I could in a hanky and stuff them into my purse.

 I came out of the cubicle, checked myself in the mirror. Still a little flushed I thought. I splashed some water on my face to cool down and headed back to Susy.

 On the way back it occurred to me that I could now be really naughty as I was wearing no panties. The idea of flashing my cunt to an unsuspecting stranger was really getting me going now. I sauntered as casually as I could back into the window. Susy had been busy and most of it was done.  I checked the window and we had a mixed audience of a couple of men, a woman with a pushchair and a couple of school kids. Now was not the time to flash.

 We finished the window without getting a suitable audience for me and I had just about given up hope when I suddenly realised that there was a chap dressed in a suit carrying a briefcase stood all on his own casually watching our activities. This was it. This was my chance.  I waited till Susy was tidying up on the other side then squatted down at the same box of bits I used before, then casually let my knees swing open as before. My heart was pounding in my chest, I had never done anything like this before what would this city gent do. Would he report me to my boss. My nerves began to get to me, but my pussy was hot and my hardened nipples were standing out from my blouse.

 As I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He realised what he was seeing and as with the guy earlier, his eyes opened wide. Boy, was he getting a view, my labia must have been swollen and slick with my juices. I felt like I wanted to be really dirty and put my fingers up my cunt and masturbate for this stranger. But that would have been far too dangerous. As it was I would be able to feign stupidity for going to dress the window pant less in a short skirt. Putting my fingers up my cunt could hardly be called accidental!

 As I watched him he put one hand in his pocket and I could see it moving. He was playing with his cock through his trouser pocket. I almost came myself when I realised what he was doing. That was enough, I would have liked for him to get it out and wank in the street shooting his spunk on my window but unfortunately that was just in my fantasy.

 I stood up, he looked disappointed and hung around for a while in case he got another view, but after a few minutes he left. No doubt he would have a serious wank over what he had seen when he got home tonight.

 The window was just about done now. All that remained was to tidy up and we could relax and go home. I told Susy to go home and I would finish up as it was just after 5. Susy thanked me and disappeared like a greyhound out of the trap.

 I cleaned up, satisfied with the window and with my display. I had never done anything like it before but wow! Had it turned me on.

 I stepped out of the window bay and slid the door shut. I could still see through the one way mirror and Jones & co hadn’t installed their camera yet so there was nothing obstructing it. Suddenly I had a thought. I could see them but they couldn’t see me!

 I checked the door out of the windows stock room and turned the latch.

 I turned off the lights and stood behind the mirror. I stood there for a  few minutes watching people inspecting my display. I stuck my tongue out at them and pulled faces. They couldn’t see me!.

 I unbuttoned my blouse and unhitched my bra letting my breasts fall free, I stood still as an old man looked straight at me and walked on. I felt a tingle in my clit. I pulled up a chair, my breasts bouncing as I sat down hard. I looked through the mirror. A young couple were looking in she making comments on the bed. I pinched my nipples and squeezed my breasts together.

 The young man gestured towards the lace clad manikin as I dipped my fingers into my cunt. She smiled at him and said something I couldn’t hear as I traced around my clit with a finger. My audience moved off. A few moment later a policeman appeared, he gave me the shock of my life, before I remembered he couldn’t see me. He stood there, very sexy in his uniform. Probably about 25 with a kind face. I looked at his night stick and the thought of using it on my aching cunt sent me over the top and I came again. When I was finally able to open my eyes the officer was still there, but talking on his radio. My god ! had he seen me somehow? was he calling for backup to come and arrest me.

 My heart pounded, my mouth dried instantly, my fingers still dipped into my cunt froze.  He turned and walked away. Thank god! I WAS safe behind this mirror I could play with myself to my hearts desire in front of all these people and they wouldn’t know.

 I tidied myself up and went home. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had done. I seemed to be perpetually turned on. When I got home I tore my clothes off and slumped onto the couch. I came four more times that night before I hauled my orgasm wracked body off to bed.

 I woke in the morning, my clit still feeling a little sore from the night before. I showered, cooked myself a big breakfast as I realised that in my sexual frenzy last night I hadn’t had any food. As I was eating I decided that I would have some more fun today as we would be dressing the next window, number 8.

 I brazenly put on a short skirt again and a stretchy top that I could wear without a bra. My nipples stood out plainly as firm little bumps in the material. I looked smart and stylish so no one was likely to complain.

 It was another warm day. I decided just to carry a light coat with me in case it got chilly on the way home. As I walked into the subway I could feel men’s eyes locking onto my nipples jutting out through the fabric. They were even more prominent now as all the attention was getting to me. Perhaps this outfit wasn’t such a good idea. No turning back now I’d be late. I would have to stick it out through the day so to speak!

 I got to work feeling really horny. I had had my bum felt twice on the subway. The second guy slipped his hand under my skirt and stroked my bare arse. At first I felt like shying away, but I was just feeling so horny I let him carry on until he had to get off – at his station. The thought of his cock bulging in his trousers as he felt my smooth bare backside was almost too much to bear.

 I waltzed into the office on a high. Dave did a double take as I walked in. Dave was in his mid twenties and had an honours degree in art and design. Dave thought he was something special. Ok, he was good looking with his boyish face and his untidy mop of mousy hair, but he could be a royal pain in the arse. If he was missing from the office you could generally guarantee he was down on the sales floor chtting up one of the assistants.

 Dave had never seen me dressed quite so sexily before. In fact I doubt anyone in the office had. Even Susy paused when she saw me. Then she complemented me on my top and conspiratorially whispered that it showed my boobs off marvellously. I blushed and stammered a ‘thanks’ to her.

 It was the turn of window number 8 today. When we got there all the gear was waiting for us and the stage setting had been done so that it looked like a small ship with the little round mirrors set into the side like portholes. We were to fit the set out with deck chairs, and manikins in bikinis and swimwear. Then drape them in ribbons of costume jewellery.

 As we worked I forgot my intentions of showing off mid morning. We stopped for a break and Susy brought us two cups of tea and a packet of digestive biscuits. We decided to sit at the back of the set facing out to watch the world passing by on the  street in front of us. As we sat and chatted about Susys boyfriend problems, like she had too many!  I suddenly realised  the way I was sat was presenting a glorious view of my bush to quite a busy main street and nobody had apparently noticed yet. Then as I watched more closely. I could see some men passing by taking a second look as they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Nobody stopped to look as Susy and I were staring straight out at them.  That was it we were scaring them off!

 After 10 minutes or so we got back to work. Every now and again I found an opportunity to flash someone. I guess I must have deliberately flashed a dozen men and I don’t know how many more unconsciously and I had to visit the toilets twice to bring myself off and to mop up th copious juices that were escaping my pussy/

 We finished about 3 o’clock and Susy went back up to the office. I stayed behind to tidy up again. Once Susy had gone I locked the door behind her and went to the back of window number 9 with the large mirror.

 I pulled up my chair, hitched my skirt up around my waist and pulled my stretchy top over the top of my boobs

 I was effectively naked baring all to those on the other side of the mirror. I stared out at the afternoon shoppers as I fingered my cunt. It was already dripping with my juices and my fingers slid in with ease. I sat on the edge of the chair fucking my fingers watching the crowds.

 “ You dirty bitch!”

 What the hell. I froze staring at where the voice has come from. It was Dave.  He must have been working in one of the other windows and in my haste I hadn’t checked.

 “Shit! Now what do I do” I thought.

 Dave walked up to me with a leery grin on his face. I could make out the outline of his hard cock in his jeans.

 “Well, well, what do we have here” Dave said staring at my still bared breasts.

 “What would Peter say if he knew his top window dresser was fingering herself in front of all these shoppers?”

 I realised that I had frozen with my fingers still up my cunt. Dave watched me as I withdrew my glistening fingers.

 Dave had me. One word of this whispered in the store and I was out of a job, I would probably never work in the town again.

 “Ok, what do you want? “ I asked him.

 “Hmmm, How about a fuck?” he said with a huge grin.

 “No way!” I shouted. I wasn’t going to have this guy fucking me. No matter what the cost he wasn’t having my cunt.

 “Well, I think I deserve something”

 I thought for a second. “OK, get your dick out you bastard”

 He undid his belt and dropped his jeans. His dick leaping out at me. It wasn’t huge but it was a fair size, perhaps 7 inches, quite fat for its length, his foreskin just starting to pull back. Just a nice size for my cunt I thought, but not attached to this bastard.

 I took it in my hand and looked up at him. He had a Cheshire cat grin on his face. I started wanking his cock with one hand and squeezing his balls with the other.

 “You’d better do a good job” he said. “I want you to suck it.”

 I almost told him what to do, then thought about my career. Well I suppose it was worth one blow job. I licked at it forcing myself to concentrate on the cock and not the man. I took his swollen cock head into my mouth and sucked at it. I heard him moan.

 I sucked it, I licked it and I wanked it. Dave was having a marvellous time. I wasn’t. 

 Eventually I felt him start to tense. He told me he wanted to come in my mouth but I refused, This was penance enough I thought.

 I wanked him hard and his cock convulsed under my fingers and he shot his spunk into the air. Unfortunately for me it landed on my tits and stomach. Luckily he didn’t get my clothes. That’s would be a difficult stain to explain away for the remainder of the afternoon.

 When he had finished. He smiled as he tucked his rapidly deflating cock away, “We must do this again” he said with an evil grin.

 “You’ve got to be kidding. That’s all your getting.”

 “Oh I think not.” he grinned back.

 He had me over a barrel. If I didn’t do as he asked. All he had to do was drop one whisper about me and that was it.  Shit! How did I let myself get into this situation.

 I cleaned myself up and made myself decent as Dave unlocked the door and left. What the hell was I going to do. I didn’t want to be whoring for Dave every time he asked. What the hell was I going to do?

 Over the next week Dave collared me three times. Boy was I pissed off with it. I had no choice. I had nothing to bargain with.

 On the Saturday I went into work to finish off some paperwork. I was really pissed off with Dave and just found myself pacing at home as I wondered how I was going to get out of it.

 As I walked into the office I saw Dave’s coat on the stand. Shit. What was he doing here. He wasn’t supposed to be doing anything.

 I wandered around the store asking if anyone had seen him. Patricia, one of the girls behind the perfume counter said Dave had been flirting with her earlier on and headed off in the direction of the windows.

 “What is he up to?” I thought. I went over to the entrance to windows 5 to 9 but it was locked. Could I hear something from inside, I couldn’t be sure.  I went round the other side and into the area behind windows 1 to 4. I pressed my ear up against the plywood partition. I could definitely hear something.  I scouted around for a hole. There had to be something, a nail hole, a knot. After a couple of minutes of searching I found a half inch knot hole under a three year old calendar.

 I peeped through.

 What did I see? Dave. He was stark naked sat on MY chair behind window 9 jerking his dick like mad. The bastard! That was my trick! And he had me wanking and sucking his dick because he caught me at it!

 I felt like charging round and banging on the door. I knew that wouldn’t have any effect as It was no weapon to me. Could I send someone else in to catch him? No, Damn! There was nobody else in with keys other than myself. Shit!

 Then it came to me. One way mirrors only work when its dark on the unmirrored side. If I could turn the lights on. Dave would suddenly become visible! I could do that from this side. When they partitioned the windows off they had duplicate electrics at both ends. It was a pain, every now and again some one would turn the lights out while you were working.

 Today it was a blessing. I almost cackled as I thought about what I was going to do. I looked out through window 4. The main street was quite busy on this bright Saturday morning. What’s that? Oh joy! a pair of policemen walking past. They would be walking past Dave’s window in a matter of moments.

 I veritably bounced to the light switches. I grinned to myself and killed the lights in window 9, then hit the stock room lights and dashed back to my peep hole. Dave was still sat there working away at his dick, but had looked up at the lights that were now illuminating him quite brightly. Then he looked forward through the mirror. A puzzled look on his face.

 I dashed out of the windows and out the exit onto the street. Quite a crowd had gathered round Dave’s  window including the two police officers, one of whom was taking into his radio. The other set off in the direction of the stores entrance.

 Dave certainly attracted attention to the windows. In fact he made the evening papers!

 Of course he got fired. He was as mad as hell at me but what could he do?  There was no way he could say anything about me as it would just look like he was making it up to get himself out of trouble. After all I was the top window dresser and it was going to stay that way.