Asian Innocence Manipulated Ch. 03

Josette places her hand on top of the young ones, smiling into the eyes of innocence. "You will remember when I interviewed you at the Crown Hotel in Orchard Road on Monday I took your personal measurements and you were too shy to take things off for me? But you did eventually after making me get testy with you after taking a long time to get you to do it.

"The reason I needed to see what was under the dress was to be very accurate in your height, size of your breasts, your waist, hips and the girth of your thighs and the exact length of your legs inner and outer to your ankle for the very purpose of having us designing and making clothes that will fit you perfectly in our household. The one I like best is the body suit."

The young one's never looked at erotic clothing and assumes the body suit is a full length suit style dress. "I cannot believe I can be so important to go to all that trouble. I do have a few things in my suitcase but not much really I know. I am short on good things a girl likes to own. I never did earn much money for the nicer things."

"When we arrive back at our humble abode you can keep whatever is important to you in your suitcase but you may wish to throw away all your underwear and nightwear as we have some smashing new things just for you. Okay, what do you wear to bed at night?"

The young Singapore girl is put on the spot having to answer this in front of the Frenchman. She feels like a child. "I only have a cotton nightie and matching briefs for summer but often didn't wear anything on very hot nights, just lying on top of the bed. I was going to buy something really more feminine soon, something made of nylon or silk perhaps but the things I looked at in some stores were rather expensive for me and anyway, who would see me in bed anyway? In winter I wear the two piece pants and top made from warmer material."

Josette pats her on the hand. "Well, now you will have much more to choose from and things that will make you look the most feminine young lady anywhere. You have a beautiful figure and you should be so proud of it. Mmmm. You have a very cute derriere you know, so upright and cheeky."

Selina blushes, her eyes darting at Jacques and darting away as she sees him looking at her. "I cannot imagine myself in something so sexy. It is really not me. I like to be just me and not show off my curves too much in case I appear immodest. I would be just as grateful to be working for sir and getting that wonderful weekly wage but you should not be spoiling me."

He steps into the conversation. "Listen to me. Of course you wish to be modest and you can be as much as you wish to be and that's why I preferred you other those other young women your age. Look, money is no problem to me. I can afford to have you dressed in anything you desire and sometimes something I desire but I must first be sure you can work with us, help us and be good at your job.

"If you do well I will reward you well. If you stay with us for at least three years when the time comes for you to feel you wish to move on you will leave us with a brand new luxury sports car of your choosing and a full wardrobe of street clothes as a token of our appreciation, and a diamond necklace. But let's not get ahead too far just yet. You have to perform well."

She's dumbstruck by such a proposition, is momentarily speechless and shows it. The French couple deliberately stay silent, making their sex protégé in-the- making repond. They know she will earn those gifts over the time if she learns to trust them and give of herself to them in their erotic ménage a trios.

"Sir I didn't mean to sound ungrateful, it's just that I might disappoint you and I dearly want to do well." He turns her face gently towards him, his hands lightly touching to the side of her chin bone. "Then it is settled. I will personally take care of you as though you were my own daughter. Was your own father good to you?"

"I don't know. I was handed in as a baby. I've never really had a father. I grew up without knowing my parents."

"That is sad but Josette and I will give you love to endure from our hearts so you can feel close to us and we all belong to each other. What we share you can share with us when the time is right. You will come to express yourself in new ways and grow in confidence. We will help you bring your mind and your body together so you will feel a new sense of fulfilment. Would you like me to help you?"

She's so unsure of herself that any sign of a lifeline to improve her situation is worth grabbing. "Yes sir that would be comforting to me. I do want to fit in."

He smiles and puts his rugged face close to the tip of her nose and he can barely smell the cheap perfume she put on that morning. She feels compelled to let his accent caress her mind and his words sink in as he speaks softly to er. "My dear, you will be special. You will fit in just as I will fit in with you. We will fit perfectly. I can imagine us coming together already and you can embrace the goodness of life and our own. But now, we must go so you can see your private quarters and get a special French surprise."

He steps up to pay the bill and they walk to the door to find their driver waiting outside. The Frenchman sits in the front and the two women take the back seat. "Let's go, Yusuf, or as the English would say, home James and don't spare the horses."

Back at the Indian landlord's place the two girls have arrived and are unpacking.He can hear them talking through the microphones he hid in their bedroom and recognises Sherrie, the slightly shorter but much more precocious of the two. She's laughing about him.

"That silly old landlord would believe anything; all I had to do was to flash him a quick look at the size of my tits and that's good enough to convince him we're not just high school flops and we're old enough to be working teenagers. Such men are so easy to get around."

He's angry they think he's an easy touch but holds his breath listening to the taller girl Mandy talking back, knowing anyway that sex sells and it suited him to buy their excuse to get the rental concession. They turned up as a sight for sore eyes in their provocative attire and he always suspected it's their way of getting their way in typical young slut behaviour. So different to Selina but good for him just the same.

"Sherrie we'd better be careful though in case he finds out. We've got to get jobs or find money from somewhere or we'll run out within a few months and I don't want to go back home."

"Me neither. I suppose if we have to we can always ask the landlord if he'll pay us to do jobs for him."

"Yeah, good idea, but what sort of jobs are you thinking about? In the kitchen, in the garden, in the bedroom! Ha!" A hand job maybe!"

They are laughing but he's not. This is suddenly serious business. Monkey Business.

"No Mandy, I mean seriously if ever we get really stuck I have an idea how to get around him and so we can keep our apartment even if we run out of money for a while. You know how most men go agape over schoolgirls, they pull their dick fantasising about something young and fresh. It won't be hard to be what we are but it might be hard for him." They both break into raucous laughter."

"Sherrie we're not exactly virgins you know. My uncle made sure of that and so did your married cousin. The old landlord thinks we're fresh faced kids who know nothing except how to look sexy so we only have to act innocent."

"I wonder if he's got a big dick or a little one."

"Doesn't matter, he probably doesn't know how to use it properly anyway. I read in Cosmopolitan magazine that most men don't know how to use their dicks and it's time women told them how to." They put their arms around each other and their mouths meet.

All the Indian hears is silence, wondering where they've gone. So far he's taken every word in from the other side of the wall but regardless of their insults, he likes what he hears. He waits patiently wondering if his microphones have failed just when it's getting interesting. Suddenly he hears a shriek. Sherrie has discovered the big vibrator left between the pillows that he tried to get Selina to take with her.

"Oh shit Mandy, come and look at this! Come a-n-d l-o-o-k at this! Gosh, it's huge and looks so real. That snobby tart whatever her name is that lived here before has forgotten to take it with her.

"Finders keepers anyway, let's not hand it in, we'll keep it and if she comes back for it we can say we never saw it. She seems such a prude she won't go to the landlord to see if it's handed in."

"Sherrie, it looks brand new. Maybe she never used it."

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course she'd use it, prude or not. Look, the box is already open so she's taken it out. This must be where she keeps it. She probably whacked herself off in front of that mirror."

"I think I can put it to better use than sitting in a box on the bed, I can put it in your box with you lying on the bed." They are laughing and mumbling something he can't hear and their voices trail off as they leave the room so he goes back to what he was doing. He's pleased that so far it's coming together nicely for him. He's getting an insight on their attitudes. So, he ponders, they think I am that old I would not be wise to them and their antics. We shall see about that, he mutters to himself preparing his lunch and scheming.

Meanwhile Jacques, Josette and Selina are driving into Barker Road, one of the city's more expensive areas where bungalows come at a hefty price. His description of a humble home is a mere understatement as the Mercedes pulls up at the private security gates. It's a two-storey residence with a large sound proof entertainment room, an office, five bedrooms including a maid's room, a huge kitchen and dining area, built-in wet bar, a small gym and huge office with his computers, printers and other technology equipment. A large rumpus area is converted into his studio where he hangs much of his prized erotic photographic art samples and another big area leading off that is locked and kept private.

The first thing The young Singapore girl feels as she steps inside is that she's stepped into a different world. The entire mansion size- to her -- place is fitted out entirely in French designed furnishings, tapestries and paintings. Everything seems big but it has a sophisticated classic provincial feel despite the large room areas.

"You are now home," he says cheerily to her as they pass through the lobby graced by an eight foot high grandfather clock in its mahogany timber casing. A wide staircase leads to the second level and there is a dumb waiter connecting the kitchen serving area to the second floor so food can be taken there without using the stairway.

Her first impression is that it's so huge she can't imagine keeping it so tidy and even remembering where everything is kept. Josette sees the look on her face and laughs. "You'll get used to it sweetie. Come and I'll show you your room, it's right opposite our master bedroom here but it's quite private for you. We thought it's best for you not to be too far away from us as it's a huge place to what you were used to and it's better we are all close." Jacques heads off to do his exercises in his gym.

"There are no set hours for you to work, later I will give you a list of the things we'd expect you to look after such as getting breakfast ready and you can decide whether to do them all in the morning and rest some of the afternoon or just spread it out across the day. We always breakfast about 7 o'clock, lunch at midday and evening meal about 6 o'clock"

Selina suddenly realises what she's getting herself into. She needs to give herself s crash course in time management discipline or she will get off to a bad start. "Everything is so big," she chortles as Josette first takes her into the spacious master bedroom so she can be familiar with it. "Yes, she replies, if you like it big we have it here but Jacques thinks big, and he is big."

Selina admires the grandeur of their majestically designed bed. "Oh Josette I've never seen a bed as big as that, but maybe the Arab sheiks have them for their harems," she laughs. "Well we had this bed specially made. We French are very particular about our beds. A king size bed is big enough for three people lying side by side but as you can see this is even wider again."

"Oh, you could fit four people into it then!" she says breezily. "No sweetie, that's one too many. Three's company, four's a crowd. It used to be two's company and three's a crowd but we have upped the ante. Now let's go to your room for a special surprise.

On the double sized bed is a gift wrapped fully imported range of French bathroom and bedroom indulgences including exotic perfume, bath foam for sexy suds, sensual soaps, essential oils for the body and feet, hair shampoos and a number of other items so that Selina can be totally pampered. The range of personal body and bath time accessories stuns Selina. The only thing not included -- at this time -- is the personal massage.

She picks up a big card left in front of the specially arranged items, each separately gift wrapped. It reads 'Welcome to our way of life. Enjoy being pampered. Your beauty deserves nothing less.' The French couple's hand written signatures are alongside a picture of a kitten, which of course is a small pussy.

The young Asian holds both hands over her ears and can't believe it. "This is for me? Just me? I can't believe it. I have never seen so many gifts."

"Selina, these are from France and they are for you to use on yourself so that you will always feel fresh, soft and beautiful. In our household your scent is very special and you never again have to buy cheap fragrances to feel desirable.

"But we haven't finished. Shut your eyes while I show you firstly some really seductive night clothes we got for you so you can throw away those old fashioned cotton things. Now you might blush, so open your eyes."

Josette has laid out seven different negligee ensembles across the bed in three different colours - black, white and skin tone. Only the black lace variety is not see-through. Half of them have matching panties while the others which are six inches longer do not have panties.

The young Singaporean girl is beside erself. "Oh Josette, oh, these are beautiful. I could only dream of buying something like these."

"Well when you go to bed at night you will feel very sexy wearing something like this.It is so with a woman as you must surely know. If you look the part, you will feel the part and you can play the part. It is so. We French are wicked and when you slip into these, a different one for every seven nights of the week, you will be seducing yourself. " She ends with a little laugh because in truth, it is Jacques who is seducing her to make her feel sexy about herself.

"Now shut your eyes again, I'm going to show you the two uniforms we have especially made for you. One is to wear Monday to Wednesday only on those days and the other is Thursday to Saturday. For Sunday you can wear whatever you like from the range of street clothes we have also purchased in your size. I must insist though you can only wear these two uniforms within our bungalow.

She opens her eyes to the biggest shock so far. The Monday to Wednesday uniform she lays out on the bed is a short pink pleated mini skirt made of satin with a matching opaque pink satin top that ties in a knot under her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. The skirt is designed to sit on her pelvic bone so it can't get any lower and the drop is just four inches from the top of her shapely thighs.

The partly see-through shirt has only one button that is placed so that on her it will sit midpoint between her firm 36-inch breasts. The outfit comes with matching pink coloured five-inch high heel shoes with a strap around the ankle. A pink imitation flower clips on to her black hair. A string of beads is added.

The young one's hand is over her open mouth trying to imagine her in the outfit. "Oh,oh, I've never had anything to wear like this before."

"Wait until you try your Thursday to Saturday uniform on Selina, and today is Thursday so it can start from now. This one is a real knockout and only us erotic French could imagine a fine young lady like you in this one. She holds it against her own body for the teenager to look at it.

It's a stunning one piece neck to toes clinging bodysuit in skin tone silk with a high collar, full length sleeves to the wrists and worn with black five-inch high heel shoes and a single black strap around the ankles. The feet are contained in the 'second skin' silk bodysuit with all the toes exposed within the garment but visible in the shiny black patent leather shoes.

She's wide-eyed as the former Paris model holds it up smiling proudly. "This is it, isn't it gorgeous? It's a silk bodysuit made to your exact measurements. And you don't need to wear undergarments as this is your second skin and must not be crinkled up with underwear. It's very yummy and you will look stunning in it."

The new au pair is agape. "I could not possibly fit into that Josette; it looks too flimsy and too small. Are you sure?"

"Oh you will fit into it I guarantee. Remember I took all your personal measurements when I interviewed you? You will find this garment fits you better than a glove, so much so you would have to feel it to know you are wearing something. This is the design Jacques wanted made just for you when I told him how shy you were at undressing for your measurements. In this bodysuit you will be totally covered. Head to toe. "

Alarm bells are ringing in Selina's head about wearing something than instinct tells her she would never wear anywhere. "Come on, darling, put it on. I'll leave the room and come back in ten minutes and I expect you to be fully dressed, including your high heel shoes."

When she returns she's bedazzled by the sight of the young Asian in the incredibly sexy outfit. The thin body hugging skin tone silk fabric creates a deep camel toe in herfat pussy and from behind the cheeks of her perfectly proportioned arse gives the impression she'd nude. Her firm 36-inch breasts push outwards in a straight level, her above average size nipples pushing the flimsy silk to eye catching points that could threaten to break through the fragile material.

She is trembling. "I don't know what to say. It is, it is, so close to my skin. It's pulling in between my legs and when I look down I'm horrified. I know I am wearing something but I feel nuder than dressed head to toe like you say. Perhaps I should look for a different dress as sir must think this is rather rude and it's certainly not me."

Josette puts her two hands either side of her swollen breasts and pushes them together gently for a mere moment. "But it is you. That's the truth. It is you. Don't think you're not covered up. Every inch of you, all your private areas are fully covered and you look just gorgeous. There's no way to touch your body anywhere unless you take it off completely so it covers more than the mini skirt for earlier in the week wear.

"But in the mirror I can see my nipples standing out so plainly. Can't I wear a bra and put some panties on so my pussy doesn't stand out so uch. It's the first thing he will notice, it just looks so obvious."

"Sorry, you can't wear things under this body suit. They are made specifically to be form hugging and be thankful you have a superb figure so it fits so well."

"But..but.."

"No! Look, you must know that Mr Pardie sees many, many beautiful women without any clothes at all. That is his work. You are dressed. You are not naked, you just think you are. You are wearing perhaps the finest fabric the fashion world ever created; the silk will breathe unlike some materials. Now just walk around a bit and let me see you from all angles. She does as she's told, but adopts a sullen look and is quiet with her face looking sadly to the floor.