no other underwear?”
“No, sir.”
I didn’t need to say anything or make any gesture, she bent smoothly, grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it to display her mound to me.
“Very good.”
She allowed the skirt to fall back into place as I stood and released the video camera from its perch on the top of the tripod.
“Come with me.”
Meekly she followed as I led her out to the main staircase and then upstairs into the electronics department. I didn’t look back, trusting her to follow me as I moved through into the televisions display. We used a single programming system to display a chosen channel on all of the sets on display when the shop was open. This was controlled by the department manager from a single remote. This, together with a long cable, was laying waiting for me on the sales desk. I motioned her to stand in the centre of the department and then plugged the loose end of the lead into the camera and pointed it at her. At the same time as I switched the camera on I pressed the external feed button on the remote. One by one the high end large screen plasma and LCD units sprang into life, all displaying a crystal clear image of Amy dressed as a schoolgirl.
She gasped.
Chapter 10 – On TV
The TV coming to life made me jump. When I realised they were showing an image of me, from the camera Mister Chisholm held in his hand, my mouth dropped open in shock. It was very strange to see fifteen to twenty images of me standing there frozen to the spot, mouth gaping, only the eyes moving as I looked from one picture to the next. All of which showed just me of course.
“Amy!”
My head snapped round to look at my master.
“Why don’t you show me how you can dance.”
“Sir?”
He chuckled.
“I want to watch a whole group of you dance for me. I can’t see the problem, can you?”
He touched another remote and the built in departmental sound system began to play soft gentle music, a tune I recognised, one I’d slow danced with Alan to, when we had been courting. Tears sprang to my eyes as it brought my predicament back into my mind from the dusty corner I’d managed to push it off into.
He made an impatient gesture, so closing my eyes I began to sway my hips from side to side, gently, smoothly, as I slowly allowed the rhythm of the music to fill my ears and dictate my movements.
The tightness of the blouse made it much more difficult to move my upper body, but slowly I managed to extend my arms above my head and then writhe suggestively on the spot. It didn’t take Einstein to realise he didn’t want me to dance, he wanted me to dance . Opening my eyes I was able to watch my movements on the nearest TV sets. It was unnerving since repeating images of myself mimicked every movement in perfect synchronicity.
“Unbutton the blazer, Amy.”
On the nearest TV I suddenly saw a close up of my face as he zoomed the camera in. A moment later the image panned down to my chest, centred on the two buttons holding the blazer closed. The inference was obvious and my hands dropped and slipped first one button and then the other through the holes. I continued to dance with the blazer hanging open to each side awaiting the next instruction, my hands again above my head.
“Lose the blazer.”
As seductively as possible I slipped one shoulder and then the other out of the blazer, all the while watching myself as I performed this slow striptease for him. I have to admit the experience was having an effect on me. As the blazer slowly slipped away down my arms the effect must have been obvious to him. It was to me as I watched my puckered hard nipples push ever further into the blouse.
Once the blazer was all the way off, I caught it in one hand as it dropped, and at a gesture from Mister Chisholm laid it gracefully on the floor next to me before resuming dancing. As I had already confirmed to him I wasn’t wearing underwear I assumed the tie would be next, followed by the blouse and was therefore
“No, sir.”
I didn’t need to say anything or make any gesture, she bent smoothly, grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted it to display her mound to me.
“Very good.”
She allowed the skirt to fall back into place as I stood and released the video camera from its perch on the top of the tripod.
“Come with me.”
Meekly she followed as I led her out to the main staircase and then upstairs into the electronics department. I didn’t look back, trusting her to follow me as I moved through into the televisions display. We used a single programming system to display a chosen channel on all of the sets on display when the shop was open. This was controlled by the department manager from a single remote. This, together with a long cable, was laying waiting for me on the sales desk. I motioned her to stand in the centre of the department and then plugged the loose end of the lead into the camera and pointed it at her. At the same time as I switched the camera on I pressed the external feed button on the remote. One by one the high end large screen plasma and LCD units sprang into life, all displaying a crystal clear image of Amy dressed as a schoolgirl.
She gasped.
Chapter 10 – On TV
The TV coming to life made me jump. When I realised they were showing an image of me, from the camera Mister Chisholm held in his hand, my mouth dropped open in shock. It was very strange to see fifteen to twenty images of me standing there frozen to the spot, mouth gaping, only the eyes moving as I looked from one picture to the next. All of which showed just me of course.
“Amy!”
My head snapped round to look at my master.
“Why don’t you show me how you can dance.”
“Sir?”
He chuckled.
“I want to watch a whole group of you dance for me. I can’t see the problem, can you?”
He touched another remote and the built in departmental sound system began to play soft gentle music, a tune I recognised, one I’d slow danced with Alan to, when we had been courting. Tears sprang to my eyes as it brought my predicament back into my mind from the dusty corner I’d managed to push it off into.
He made an impatient gesture, so closing my eyes I began to sway my hips from side to side, gently, smoothly, as I slowly allowed the rhythm of the music to fill my ears and dictate my movements.
The tightness of the blouse made it much more difficult to move my upper body, but slowly I managed to extend my arms above my head and then writhe suggestively on the spot. It didn’t take Einstein to realise he didn’t want me to dance, he wanted me to dance . Opening my eyes I was able to watch my movements on the nearest TV sets. It was unnerving since repeating images of myself mimicked every movement in perfect synchronicity.
“Unbutton the blazer, Amy.”
On the nearest TV I suddenly saw a close up of my face as he zoomed the camera in. A moment later the image panned down to my chest, centred on the two buttons holding the blazer closed. The inference was obvious and my hands dropped and slipped first one button and then the other through the holes. I continued to dance with the blazer hanging open to each side awaiting the next instruction, my hands again above my head.
“Lose the blazer.”
As seductively as possible I slipped one shoulder and then the other out of the blazer, all the while watching myself as I performed this slow striptease for him. I have to admit the experience was having an effect on me. As the blazer slowly slipped away down my arms the effect must have been obvious to him. It was to me as I watched my puckered hard nipples push ever further into the blouse.
Once the blazer was all the way off, I caught it in one hand as it dropped, and at a gesture from Mister Chisholm laid it gracefully on the floor next to me before resuming dancing. As I had already confirmed to him I wasn’t wearing underwear I assumed the tie would be next, followed by the blouse and was therefore
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