The Hard Body Shop Clerk

At about three-thirty, John decided Cori needed a second dose of oil and lubed her up again. It took about half as much oil this time as the first, but he made sure she was well covered and sufficiently slick and glistening from head to toe and all points in between.

At about a quarter before four, Chester and Gordon, the two retirees, showed up. As always, Cori went up to them and gave them kiss on the cheek. Normally, she gave them a hug too, but this time she was careful to keep her oily body from staining their clothes.

Sweet gentlemen they were, they both asked permission before touching her.

"You know you don't have to ask," Cori said, holding her arms over her head, giving them access to all the areas they wanted to reach. They wasted no more time before groping her breasts and squeezing her ass. Oil oozed out between their fingers and the smiled at each other, sharing their enjoyment of her hard body. How many 70-year-old men got to look at a girl like this, let alone touch her? They loved her and treated with the respect and kindness they would show a member of their own family. But they also gladly accepted the opportunity to feel young again by interacting with this fun, sweet, gorgeous 22-year-old babe.

"Boy, I sure wish I was 40 years younger," Chester said. "We'd have a lot of fun, you and I, Ms. Cori."

"I'm sure we would," Cori said. The three of them had this same conversation every day.

"40! Hell, I'd settle for 20. I was still a tiger in my 50s," Gordon said as he tweaked her nipples through the suit.

"Well, if you boys ever feel frisky, you let me know and we'll turn back the clock a bit," Cori said.

They all laughed, knowing nothing more than this groping and sexual conversation would ever occur. The men, ever respectful of her and her body, soon finished their playful touching and took their customary places in two of the large recliners. Cori brought them both a beer and they sat back and relaxed, waiting for the rest of the Irregulars to arrive.

Most of the other guys worked together at the local printing shop — the same one that printed Cori's calendars and posters — and filed in shortly after 4. Cori greeted them all, letting each cop a feel while she twirled and modeled for them. Soon, everyone was comfortable, drinking, laughing, playing pool and commending John on his fine work with the skimpy suit and tantalizing oil.

"This outfit definitely needs to be a poster," Carl said. Carl was an outgoing 40-year-old African American who was built like a spark plug. He was always one of the most jovial members of the Irregulars. "Hell, you could do a whole calendar with just this one outfit. What do you say, Ben?"

"I like it, Carl" Ben said. "I always like your suggestions. John ordered several more of these suits and a couple of cases of baby oil, so I think we can make it happen. You better do a good job printing it for us though."

"Always, always," Carl said. "That's one job we never screw up. Got to do that body justice, you know."

"She's a work of art, that's for sure," Ben agreed. "Look at that."

Cori was telling the guys about Mr. Bell and demonstrating the stretching exercises he had taught her. As Ben pointed, she was bent over at the waist, legs together and hands gripping the gold straps of her heels wrapped around her ankles. She held this pose for far more than 30 seconds, letting the men look and comment at their leisure. A few reached out to squeeze her ass, but most stood back and enjoyed the view.

"He also said this would help," Cori said, spreading her legs past shoulder width and keeping her hands on her ankles. This brought a smattering of applause and cheers from the small crowd, who agreed that this exercise was probably even a bit more beneficial than the first one. That sentiment became unanimous when the slippery thong once again snaked in between her pussy lips.

"If there's such a thing as reincarnation," Carl said to the group, "I want to come back as a thong!" Everyone laughed and wholeheartedly agreed, seeing absolutely no absurdity in envying the life of a simple strip of cloth.

Without adjusting her suit, Cori then did the splits exercises, her pussy lips now completely engulfing the thong, which managed to cover only her engorged clit. Her nipples were still covered, straining against the top of the suit, but her glistening breasts bulged out on all sides, jiggling invitingly as she leaned forward and touched her forehead to the floor.

Then, she brought the house down by rolling on her back and putting her legs behind her head. With the thong actually acting to spread her pussy lips, her twat was even more exposed than if she had been naked. Every time she'd start to put her legs down, the guys would beg her for just a little longer. She stayed like that for five minutes before finally getting up. John immediately came over and once again re-positioned her thong to cover her pussy. He received a mock chorus of boos and a lot of hearty slaps on the back.

Having entertained the Irregulars, Cori went to the front desk to take care of a customer who was dropping off his car and to finish up some paperwork before the end of the day. In addition to her modeling and entertaining types of duties, Cori was genuinely a very skilled and efficient office worker. She handled the accounting, billing and filing with ease and accuracy. She monitored inventory , took care of the payroll and insurance enrollments. Even if she was unattractive and fully dressed, she would have brought tremendous value to the shop. Her 36c-22-34 perfectly shaped body was a bonus, and, in reality, a life-saver for the once-struggling shop.

As was often the case, Ben and Chad didn't leave at five when their shift technically ended. They cleaned up and changed and joined the Irregulars for some beers and pool. Around 6 — after the Irregulars had a couple of beers in them — they requested another stretching show from Cori. She obliged, of course, but only after Chad added a third coat of baby oil to her supple skin. John and Ty were in the back working this time, so when Cori finished with her legs behind her head and her thong inside her pussy, everyone else volunteered to remove the thong for her. Gordon, being the oldest member of the Irregulars, was given the honor and proudly set about his work.

The thong was wedged so tightly inside her that he had to spread her pussy lips with one hand and use his other hand to insert his index finger inside her. Encouraged by the crowd, he inserted it up to the knuckle — much deeper than he really needed to — and extracted the soaked, stretchy fabric, placing it back over her puffy lips.

For the second time that afternoon, Cori elicited cheers and some disbelieving groans when she put Gordon's finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. Gordon feinted having a heart attack, then sat back down, smiling from ear to ear.

Everyone hung out until 7, when John and Ty finished their shifts.

"Party's over, fellas," John said as he walked out of the locker area, having cleaned up and changed into a pair of khakis and a nice button down shirt. "Miss Cori and I have a date, so, if you guys don't mind, we're out of here."

Everyone said good night and took a final, longing look at Cori as she walked out the door, arm-in-arm with John, who carried another full bottle of oil in his other hand. To a man, they were all jealous, knowing what kind of evening John was in for.

THURSDAY EVENING Normally, John liked to stay in with Cori. She would cook for him and they would have sex once or twice before bed, then once more in the morning before work. John tended to be fairly routine in terms of his sexual activities, but Cori was slowly bringing him out of it. She had only recently persuaded him to fuck her ass, which he loved, of course. Perhaps it was a bit of that newfound wild-side combined with the sheer excitement created by Cori's outfit that led John to want to take her out and show her off. He wanted to make sure everyone saw her with him and knew that he was going to fuck her.

He suggested they go to Marlins', which was one of only two "up-scale" restaurants in Darien. Marlins' was best known for its seafood, but also had fine steak, salad and pasta dishes. It was also a favorite of the guys at the shop because the Marlins' staff was very accommodating when it came to Cori. They never questioned her attire and accommodated almost any special requests, including dark, outñof-the way tables. This time, however, John decided he wante d to be out in the open, where everyone could see Cori.

"Sounds great to me," Cori said. "Do you want me to go home and shower and change, or go like this?"

"I want you to stay just the way you are," John said. "You always look great, Cori, but I've got to tell you, you've never looked better than you do right now."

"Thank you!" Cori was genuinely touched and leaned in to kiss John on the cheek. "You're so sweet. We're going to have so much fun tonight. I'm completely yours. We can do any thing and every thing you want."

"I'm not sure I'm young enough or have enough energy to do every thing I want," John said, "but we're going to have fun trying! Now, I don't know about you, but I'm hungry."

John opened his car door for Cori and put a large beach towel over the seat to keep the oil off it. The drive to the restaurant, which sat out of town about 3 miles, right off the interstate, took only about 10 minutes.

Even though it was still early in the evening, John was glad to see the parking lot was full and a large crowd of people was standing just inside the door, waiting for a table. John let Cori off at the door, then went to park the car. Normally, Cori was not at all shy about her wearing her skimpy attire in public, particularly at this restaurant, which she had been to many times. But the oil, the slipping of her bathing suit and its truly miniscule size made her only slightly apprehensive about the spectacle she knew she was. Overall, though, she was completely calm, poised and gorgeous as she walked toward the door.

Naturally, her arrival had already prompted a stir inside the restaurant and a couple of men waiting for tables rushed to open the door for her. She smiled, thanked them and walked in, acting is if she didn't notice the ogling eyes and the murmurs from the crowd. This wasn't the shop, and not everyone here had seen her before. Some came from out of town or off the interstate. And not everyone approved of her attire. Still, most of the people were local, had seen her before and were not surprised.

There was very little open area to stand, and Cori found herself in the middle of the crowd, barely able to move without bumping into someone. Naturally, several of the men seemed to be bumping into her on purpose, and she felt a few small gropes and touches on her ass.

A few moments later, John came in and was given a warm greeting of approval from many of the men standing near the front. He nodded a greeting, then took Cori by the arm and made his way to the front desk. There, he found Drake, one of the head waiters. Drake had taken care of Cori and her dates many times and was pleased to see them approach.

"John, good to see you," he said, extending his hand. John quickly slipped a $20 bill into the hand shake. "And Ms. Cori, may I say you look even more sensational than usual. Can I get you your usual table in the back, John?"

"No thanks, Drake," John said. "I agree that Cori looks especially nice this evening and I think the rest of the restaurant might enjoy the opportunity to see her while they dine. Is there a more visible table that might be free?"

"I think we can accommodate you, sir. Give me just a moment, please, and I'll arrange it," Drake walked away, tucking the bill into his pocket. In addition to the nice tips, the Hard Body Shop helped the restaurant by allowing Cori to appear in their advertising from time to time. In return, the restaurant always accommodated Cori and the guys and handled any complaints about Cori's attire quickly and discreetly. So, if John and Cori wanted a front and center table, Drake was going to provide it. And he was also going to provide the service himself. He wanted to make sure they were taken care of, not disturbed and he hoped to get an eyeful of Cori and another fat tip while he was at it.

Drake was in his late 30s, very tall and lean with dark hair and handsome face. He wore a dark suit and light blue tie. He took his job seriously and was very professional. He knew he could probably make more money in a large city like Atlanta, but he liked this small town and had lived her for almost five years now. He liked his little house and the small community. And, of course, he liked Cori and her friends from the garage.

He noticed a couple leaving from one of the tables in the center of the main dining room and immediately swooped in. He motioned for a one of the busboys to clean it, then went back to show Cori and John to their table. They would be right in the middle of the main dining room, visible to almost everyone in the room. People on the second floor would be able to see through the clear railing and look right down on Cori while they ate.

"Come right this way," Drake said, extending his arm to Cori, who looped her elbow around his. Guests like Cori and John did not have to worry about waiting lists like the rest of the crowd.

After seating Cori, much to the delight of all of the men in the restaurant, Drake pulled John aside and mentioned that he could provide a bit of spot lighting on the table, if John so desired. John agreed that might be nice and joined Cori at the table.

In the dim dining room, Cori was still the center of attention, but her skin didn't glisten in the lack of light and it was hard for most people to get a really good look. That changed when Drake flipped a couple of switches and bathed Cori in soft, direct light. It wasn't exactly a spotlight — the whole table and even John were caught in the glare — but it was a nice, attractive light, not too harsh for Cori's eyes. She was now clearly illuminated in the otherwise dark dining area, her skin glistening in the light, her nearly nude body on display for all to see an enjoy while they dined.

Cori was surprised that John had asked for all of this, but certainly did not mind it. On the contrary, she was glad to see John taking charge and doing with her what he wanted. If that meant putting her on display for all to see, that was fine with her. Whatever made him happy. She decided to play along with it even more than usual, and to really put on a show, letting John know she was completely comfortable with this whole thing. She also understood that part of this fantasy for him was the need to make it clear to everyone that he was fucking this hot piece of ass and that after dinner he intended to use her body to pleasure himself any way he pleased. John was a on a rare power trip, and Cori was ready to help him live out his fantasy completely.

She began by arching her back and squirming in her towel-covered seat, contorting her body and giving the paying customers as well as John a nice little show.

John gave Drake the thumbs up as the tall waiter returned with water and a bottle of wine. He also brought them a complementary appetizer of shrimp cocktail.

"What would you like to eat this evening?" Drake asked Cori.

"I'm really in the mood for something salty and creamy!" she beamed, looking at John with her best slutty face. "And I intend to get it after dinner. For now, I'll take the Cobb salad, please."

"Excellent choice," Drake said, turning to John. "And for you, sir?"

"Well, I'm in the mood for something hot and juicy," he said, playing along with Cori's game. "But I'll have her later. For now, I'll have grilled chicken pasta and a side salad."

After Drake left, John looked around and noticed all the people looking at them as they talked in hushed tones over their dinners. He was sure some were complaining about her inappropriate attire or about her "sugar daddy," but he was also sure every man in the place wanted to trade spots with him and every woman secretly wanted to look as hot as Cori.

As people came in to be seated at their tables, the waiters made sure they walked by John and Cori and were given every opportunity to appreciate the view only a gorgeous, scantily-clad woman can provide.

Cori put on a show the entire time, striking vaious attractive poses and flirting openly with John. She rubbed his hands with hers and slipped her shoes off and rubbed her feet up his legs and into his crotch, where she found a welcome bulge.

She got up once to use the restroom, turning heads with every step, particularly when, on her way back, she bent over at the waist to pick up her napkin before sitting back down. Half of the restaurant got a good look at her ass and pussy while the other half saw an incredible display of perfectly formed cleavage. John noticed a smattering of applause as Cori took her seat again.

She even ate in a sexy way. Her mouth did things to her cherry tomatoes that nearly brought grown men to their knees. John, who had seen it and felt it all before, still nearly came in his pants just watching her tease and taste that tomatoe with her lips and tongue before finally biting into and then making a show of swallowing it. He suddenly knew he couldn't wait until they got home to fuck her. He had to have her now.

John signalled for Drake, who came over quickly. "Drake," John said, slipping the man another $20, "we could use a bit of privacy for a few minutes. We'll return to the table to finish our meals after that. Is there somewhere we can go for a few minutes alone?"

"Of course, sir," Drake said, smoothly accepting the money and once again extending his arm to Cori. "I'll have them keep your food warm. Right this way, please."

Drake led them out of the dining area, causing quite a stir among the other guests, who discussed Cori's attire and fantastic body, as well as the fact that the couple wasn't done eating yet. Where could they be going?

Drake led them through the crowd of people by the front door — several of whom took advantage of the chance to grope Cori's ass — and down a short hallway to Mr. Cornett's office — Mr. Marlin Cornett, the owner of Marlins and a very important man in Darien. One of the richest men in the town, he was a member of the city council and served on the board of education. He carried a lot of power.

Drake knocked on his door, waited until Mr. Cornett told him to come in, then poked his head in. He was not surprised to see Missy, one of the hostesses, buttoning up her white blouse. It was well known that Mr. Cornett liked to fool around with the hostesses and hired only very pretty ones. Missy was 18 with long, dark hair, average size tits but a cute face and great ass. Given that her skirt, hose and heels all seemed in place, Drake guessed Mr. Cornett had been feeling up her tits while she gave him a blowjob. He noticed Missy wiping at something at the corner of her mouth and then reaching for her lipstick and was pretty sure he was right.

"Mr. Cornett," Drake said. "One of our guests has a special request and I thought you might be willing to surrender the use of your office for a few minutes."

"What guest?" Mr. Cornett asked.

"Miss Cori and her date, sir," Drake answered.

"Oh, well, please, show them in," Mr. Cornett said, standing up and walking around the edge of his large desk to greet his guests. "Missy, thanks for your help. Now, you best be getting back to work. Come see me again after we close to give me a full report on the evening's business. Oh, and if Holly or Staci are working tonight, bring them too."

"Of course, Mr. Cornett," Missy said. She smiled at John and Cori as she walked out, still adjusting her blouse and fixing her makeup.