Walking into ‘Neiman Marcus’, they must get more people with security guards escorting them.  No one noticed us much.  I will tell you one thing, we didn’t have to go looking for a sales person.  The assistant manager swooped down on us when we hadn’t even made 50 feet inside.  Diane informed her we had a showing scheduled.

“Oh yes, come this way if you please?” she beckoned us deeper into the bowels of the store to a conference sized room with a little stage.  “Please be seated, I’ll be back momentarily.”

She came back followed by a very tall and beautiful woman, wearing an incredible dress, “My name is Greta, and this is Sarah.  She will be one of your models today.  Sarah is wearing, a Handkerchief Hem Dress By Shelli Segal from her Laundry collection.  It is a floaty slip dress with a dramatic, romantic hem it comes in brown with embroidered flowers at the bodice.  The skirt is cut on the bias with a handkerchief hem for $225.00.”

Diane motioned her over, “Uh, two quick points.  Number one, here run this, so we can dispense with the price tags,” handing over ‘The Credit Card’, “and number Two, whatever you show, if it doesn’t come in her size,” pointing to me, “you will be wasting both our times.”

“Oh, dear,” she disappeared into the back.  There was quite a bit of rushing about back there.  I heard, “Someone find me Helen!”

Greta returned pushing a little cart with espresso and teacakes, “We will be with you, showing you more, in a few minutes.  Please enjoy some refreshments while you wait,” then off she scurried.

I got up and took advantage of the opportunity to play hostess.  I pushed the cart in front of Sally, smiled sweetly, and said, “May I get you something?  Teacake?”

She played along, “Why yes, thank you.”

I handed her one on a little teacup saucer, “Espresso?”

“No, but thank you.”

I pushed on to Diane, “Teacake Mum?”

“Why, thank you,” she replied as I handed her one as well.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Now that you mention it I could really use a French kiss,” she offered.

“As you wish Mum,” I told her, and then leaned in and locked lips.  My knees went weak and Diane had to catch me, but we tongued each other for 2 minutes.  I broke the lip lock and told her, “I must attend to my duties now.”

Diane fanned herself, “She has given me the vapors, I do believe.”

We giggled while I gave a teacake to Kellie.  I didn’t stop there though I went to the back of the room and served espresso and teacakes to the two agents standing there.  They looked shocked, but I pushed on the door, opened it, and made sure all of my protectors, received the proper attention.

When I returned to my seat, Diane whispered, “You know they’ll kill anybody who comes near you now, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t want that.  I’ve had to stand guard before, and I know how hard it is.  I was just trying to be nice.”

Sally pinched my cheek lightly, “You don’t need to try to be nice.  You just are.”

“That’s sweet of you to say,” I told her swinging my little legs to and fro under the lip of the chair.

Kellie reminded me, “De Anne, a lady doesn’t swing her legs, and she always sits with her knees together.”

I looked and saw my skirt jumping up and down as I swung my legs, “Oops, thanks Kellie.”

Greta returned and announced, “We’re ready to continue, finally.  But I think with you, we are going to need a few measurements, is that all right?”

“Yes, but if you have the tape and indicate where you want the measurements, De Anne’s nurses would be happy to take them for you.”

“Nu…  Nurses?  Is she all right?”

“Nope, but I am getting better,” I told her.

Sally and Kelly boosted me onto the table and took the measurements Greta directed.  It was a little amusing when she had them remove my blouse for some of them.

“Oh!  You…  Uh, Those are real…” she exclaimed.

I put my tiny hands underneath and lifted them a touch, “This is all me.”

She blushed, “Excuse me, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Don’t let it worry you.  I understand.  If I wasn’t behind them, I’d be surprised by them too.”

“I think we have enough to get started, though.  I’ll have to warn you, pretty much anything we have will not fit you ‘off the rack’, but we have a terrific seamstress waiting to make any alterations she’ll need,” she told Diane.

“The first dress Sarah showed, can be altered to fit from, we think a size 8.  We will have better luck in, ‘off the rack’ when we move onto the slacks, skirts, and blouses.”

She waved in a new model, a much shorter, and younger model, strawberry blonde, she looked maybe fourteen years old, wearing the second selection, onto the stage saying, “Helen is wearing a Floral-Embellished Dress with Spaghetti straps and a Gathered tie neckline in sheer white cotton.  This is also by Shelli Segal from her Laundry collection.  The shoes are Manolo Blahnik, one of the Italian designer's classic styles, a black or dark brown calfskin slingback with a sexy 2 ¾” heel, the ‘Carolyne’ model.”

“Oh that is beautiful, can we get both of them?” I squealed.

“Yes, quiet down now, I’m sure there is more,” Diane quieted me.

Our next model was a raven-haired beauty, Japanese I think, very petit, only a foot taller than I was.  “Kioko is wearing a Patchwork Dress one of Diane von Furstenberg's signature prints, with a trendy bohemian attitude that feels fresh in its bright spring colors.  It is sleeveless, with a tie at the shoulder, and a V-neckline, made of 100% silk.  She is wearing Giuseppe Zanotti’s Feather Slingback Sandals.”

“That is incredible,” I was just puddling over how I imagined it would feel on my skin.

“Shhh, Okay, Okay relax, we’ll take that too.”

“Helen is wearing, David Meister’s Halter Dress with Flowers.  A sleek halter gown takes on extra drama with a large floral print.  Her footwear is also Manolo Blahnik.  A black lace 2 ¾” heel also a “Carolyne” with this season's chic and current romantic touches.”

“They are all so pretty,” I was clapping.

Diane was grinning.

“Kioko, has on a V-Neck Dress, by Diane vonFurstenberg.  It is in multicolor silk with, Peasant sleeves and Pullover styling.  The shoes she is wearing are, ‘Manolo Blahnik’ collection as well, they have Natural topstitching for an artisan feel, grommets on the ankle strap for a tougher touch, the “Gallo” is made in Italy of luggage brown calfskin, 4” stacked heel, and Silver metal hardware.”

“It’s so light and silky looking,” I wanted to touch it.

“Sarah is displaying a Lace Peasant Top & Tiered Skirt with Belt In white.  It has Angular cuts at the sleeves and hem, Insets of crochet lattice, solid linen, lace, and eyelet.  It is finished with a self-tie ribbon at the wide scoop neckline and sports three-quarter flutter sleeves with a slightly cropped hem.  The Tiered Skirt with Belt is made of sheer white handkerchief linen, and has a side zip.  The brown leather belt has double buckles and grommet detailing.”

“Her footwear is a “Florico” model, by Manolo Blahnik.  These Leaf Detail Sandals are beautiful strappy vine-like sandals, with leaf detail, made of café brown kidskin, with a 2 3/4" heel.  They featured these in Elle magazine, the December 2001 issue.”

“What do you think, would I look cute in that?” I don’t know why, but I was so excited.

“Sweetheart you would be stunning.  Sarah would be green with envy if she saw you model it,” Diane assured me.

“Wait here a second, I think I left my rubber boots in the limo,” I started to get up, but only made it a half step when she grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into her lap.  I was laughing like a first grader.

“Sweetheart, you always make me happy,” she told me.

“You always make me horny.  Of course these days, toast makes me horny,” I squirmed, “Help!  Sally, Kellie, I’m being frustrated to death.”

“You better watch it lady, I still have my lips and I can have you both covered in pussy juice be fore you can say, ‘Oh, baby.  Oh, baby.  Oh GOD!  OH GOD!’”

Diane and I looked at each other, she let me go, I walked over to Kellie and said, “Deal.  Do me then,” I challenged her.

I thought she was bluffing.  I really did.

Kellie placed her hand on the back of my head and kissed me like, no one has ever before.

I was toast in the first 2 seconds, but Kellie didn’t let up when I came, she was full on me for six to seven minutes.  I orgasmed six times, and passed out.

When I came to, Kellie was crying and almost frantic, “I didn’t mean it, are you alright?  Speak to me precious.”

“I’m in love,” said I.

She laughed and held my little cum soaked body to her, rocking me.

I looked around and everybody was standing around me, with concerned looks, even the two inside agents.

Diane said, “Damn girl, you’re going to have to get a concealed weapons permit for your lips.”

Kellie laughed between tears.

The two agents stared wide-eyed at Kellie, with respect, all the while lusting with their eyes.

I told them, “This could be you.  If your extremely lucky.”

They quickly disappeared into their corners.

Greta had paused the show.  I was trying to figure out why she looked unruffled, like women orgasmed themselves unconscious in this room all the time.  I finally thought it trough.  This is Las Vegas.  Rock stars, actors, the rich and eccentric, she’s probably seen things weirder than this.

“Sorry, do you think the show can go on?” I asked Sarah, who was concerned for me, and had left the stage to help.

“We can take a break if you want, we have a locker room you can use to tidy up a bit,” Sarah offered.

“What do you think angels?  Lie here covered in love juice, or clean up?  You’ll have to decide, I’m going to lie here and yearn for a cigarette,” I told them dreamily.  (Someone actually offered one.  I had to turn it down.  I don’t smoke)

“Our flight attendant’s going to be mad at the mess I made of these clothes, on both of us,” I warned.

“It’s okay sweetheart, ‘One Hour Martinizing’ can handle it,” Diane offered, “So Kellie, carry or walk?”

“Carry,” no doubt in her mind.

She brought me into the locker room and cleaned me up.  She wouldn’t let Sally or Diane help.

They loaned me a robe, Diane had already bought everything we had viewed.  One ensemble the tailor was resizing, as we spoke.  Sarah brought me clean panties, as a present, during my clean up, she didn’t say anything except when my blouse came off, and I heard a sub vocalized, “WOW!”

Just as I was leaving on my own two little feet, I stopped at Sarah’s leg and hugged it, “Thank you.”

Sarah looked at Kellie, “She is so sweet.”

“You’re telling me.  I almost orgasmed, kissing her,” Kellie admitted.

“That is cradle robbing,” Sarah told her.

“Uh, De Anne, tell her how old you are please?” Kellie asked.

“34 years old,” I admitted, “I should have told her 9,” I teased.

“You’re 34 years old?” she asked incredulously.

I nodded, “I have a genetic disorder, that’s why I orgasm easy, and why my nurses travel with me,” I indicated Kellie.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t do that, I’m just glad you are so nice,” I told her as she sniffed back a tear.

We went back out to finish the show.  I saw Sarah talking to Greta, judging by they way she covered her mouth with a hand I guess the ‘News’ was spreading.

The show went on for another two hours.  Diane bought an obscene amount of clothes for me.

Greta hadn’t even suggested brassieres.  Greta suggested Panties, pantyhose, everything else, and lots of it.  We had swimming suits, robes, Garter belts, stockings, and slips.

When we were done, I left, dressed in a Lace Peasant Top & Tiered Skirt, with a Belt in white and sandals.  I was looking so hot I could have started a forest fire.

We had fragrances brought to us just as we were getting ready to leave.  We all agreed that, INTRUSION Eau de Parfum Spray & Silk Body Veil, by Oscar de la Renta, smelled best on me so that was added to the boatload of stuff Diane purchased for me.

We had about 4 bags of stuff we could take with us.  They will be shipping the rest of the stuff ‘home’, after alteration, to fit my unique dimensions.

“Time to scoot, if we are going to make it to Paulyne’s by 7:00,” we all marched out and as soon as we entered the limo and buckled up I fell asleep.

When we arrived at Paulyne’s they tried to leave me in the car, but Paulyne said I had to come in.  I was surprised how much my short nap revived me.

She greeted us and allowed us in the darkened store.  We then went into the back where Paulyne had me placed on the coffee table again, “Strip off that lovely blouse, and remove that torture device.”

In moments my top half was naked, “My word De Anne, your skin is like porcelain.  Now is it alright to touch you, if I’m very careful?”

“You bet, just be careful of anything that might feel like a caress or tickle.  Even without trying, you’ll do more than you think you will,” I cautioned her.

“I’ll be cautious, sweetie.  Are you ready?” she asked me.

She went around behind me handing one side of my new bra to Kellie.  She brought it around so Paulyne’s breasts weren’t, squished into me while she reached around.  She had me bend over so my boobs dangled in the cups, then brought the ends together and fastened it.  “Okay stand up,” she told me and proceeded to adjust the straps.

“This feels terrific, the fabrics, the fit, it’s so light, and so pretty,” I squealed.

“Another satisfied customer,” Paulyne exclaimed.

“What do you really think, De Anne?” Diane teased me.

Sally said, “I think I’ll make an appointment for myself next time I’m in town.”

“Paulyne I think you have 3 more new customers,” Diane declared.

“And a half naked, precious girl,” she reminded everyone.

Kellie helped me slip on the peasant blouse.

“Holy…” said Kellie as she stood back and assessed the new me.

“Wow, if you can make me look that good, with just a bra I’m not leaving without one,” Sally declared.

“My seamstress called four times to verify the measurements I gave her.  By the fourth time it was almost finished, she looked at it and told me no way was it going to fit.  When she brought it over she begged me to let her meet you.  I told her I would ask you,” Paulyne asked us.

“You don’t need to ask, after doing such a wonderful job, I want to meet her,” I told her.

Paulyne escorted a lovely lady about 5 feet tall out of the office, “De Anne, this is Silvia.  You see Silvia, perfect fit as usual.”

“I just had to meet you.  I thought Paulyne was playing a practical joke on me,” Silvia told me.

I gave her my cutest giggle, “This is the best brassiere I have ever owned.”

My three ladies and Paulyne laughed at my joke, Silvia just looked puzzled.

Paulyne poked her saying, “I’ll tell you later.”

“Hug time,” I announced, “Silvia First.”

Paulyne quickly filled her in on the how to’s, so she stood very still and let me hug her.  I was happy when she loosened up and gently hugged me back.  Once I got going, there was no stopping me.  I hugged the agents, even though they looked petrified.

I yawned and unanimously, they decided to hustle me to the limo.  I didn’t make it.  I was stumbling too much and Kellie snatched me up and carried me to the limo.  I guess, I remember them picking me up, but nothing else.

See Pt 5