Penelope Creighton
Ward entered the private world few but the very well to do ever entered in the
world of haute couture and this was the pinnacle of that world. Silk Impressions was a boutique that catered
only to women who demanded the best and of course were willing to pay for
it. Complete custom made lingerie from
bra’s and panties to negligee’s guaranteed to be off your body within the first
minute they set eyes upon it. Most of
Penelope’s lingerie was special issue, but every so often she longed for
something that didn’t have a secret compartment or an alternative use, in short
something that didn’t remind her of work and this was one of those days. Penelope had a private show, just for her,
the benefits of a government expense account and independent wealth allowed her
to delve into this world more often than most of the regulars to the
boutique.
“So good to see
you again Miss Creighton Ward, please let me take your things,” said the
manager, a lovely woman named Monica Letourneau who managed the store. She handed them to an assistant and shooed
her away while escorting Penelope to the back of the boutique and into one of
the private rooms, a luxurious space complete with a comfortable chair, sofa
and private change area should the client wish to try on any of the items the
parade of models would show her that day. Penelope chose the chair in the
centre of the room so she could pivot around as the models circled her allowing
the agent a 360 panorama of the item in question.
“Is there any in
particular you wish to see today Miss Creighton Ward?” Monica asked.
“Yes,
undergarments and nightgowns,” Penelope said with a smile as she crossed her
rather scrumptious legs and settled into her seat.
“Excellent, we
have many new and exciting items in both categories, it will just take me a
minute to get the girls ready,” Monica said as she disappeared behind the
entrance way the models would use.
The agent only had
to wait just a few minutes before the first model came from out of the shadows
of the came the first model wearing a strapless half bra which Penelope liked
but she already had half dozen and in pink no less, her favourite colour, not
the white one the woman was wearing.
Penelope cast it from her mind as the woman completed her circle and left
to be immediately replaced by the next stunning young model.
This one wore a
classic baby doll, but with a faux fur border trim around the bottom.
“I bet would
tickle a persons fancy in more ways than one,” Penelope mused to herself as she
turned about to watch the women. She
made note of this one.
The next model
emerged wearing liquid leather bustier with a pair a thigh high boots with
zippers down the sides. The outfit
certainly appealed to her Ladyship’s more private side, daring and naughty, she
made a note to see if came in a pink colour.
Models paraded in
and out, until Penelope was familiar with the circuit and knew which woman was
coming next. She made notes on the order
form as they past by, her selections were adding up, but she told herself she
needed them all just had to have them, besides I can afford to treat myself
every so often she also added.
She was just about
to call it a day when a new model she had not seen before gracefully appeared
wearing a sheer negligee of full length that left nothing to imagination as to
what left uncovered underneath. The
sheer gauze web flowed as the woman moved.
Penelope noticed the covered arms had elastics at the wrists to gather
the material into a little cuff that encircled them. She liked this feature rather than have the
material spill over onto the hands during an intimate encounter, but best of
all it was in a light pink! Penelope
followed it all the way, the model stopping and twirling for her several
times. Penelope was almost spellbound by
this creation when her dream was broken by another heaven sent creation
materializing. A classic slip only this
one stopped at the top of the thighs to be taken up and conclude with a
wonderful pair of frosted pink stockings brocaded with tiny dark pink roses,
all about. Penelope’s eye drew right to
them. “What a show stopper, my legs
would to irresistible in those, I must have several pairs!” she enthused to
herself while maintaining a calm outward demeanour.
The agent snapped
out of her nirvana as another model entered, this new model also wearing
something very fetching, a sheer dressing gown in a flowing lace motif,
dangerously sexy for a woman who knew how to display it. Lady Penelope Creighton Ward was over the
moon with joy.
“Three for three!”
she thought and then another appeared that caught her eye more than once!
A model wearing a
stunning pink corset and the finest silk Penelope had ever seen, her eyes
stayed on it as the model did her most to ensure the woman’s eyes stayed on it
as she moved in a little closer and spun about.
Lady Penelope was in a thrall over it then something caught in the light
and she snapped back to the here and now just it time to bring the notepad up
to black the attack.
“Your nipple has a
piercing quality to it I don’t wish to feel,” Penelope said as the note pad was
torn from the models left breast. “I see
this corset can be a rather fatal attraction if one is not paying close
attention. Luckily the glint in my eye
was not from the lingerie but rather the poison needle implanted in the
garment,” Penelope said smartly and for the first time notice the three
previous models had her encircled.
“A mistake on my
part, but I still have one side left and its more than adequate for doing the
job your Ladyship and if not, well one
of my three colleagues I’m sure will be happy to kill you in a timely and
stylish sense!” the model said with a smile at the play on words.
At that Penelope
made a flick of her hands to the back of her silk skirt and let it fall to the
floor the cool fabric clinging to her legs as it descended sending a small
thrill through her, as much for the feel against her skin as for the coming
battle. The agent dashed her eyes about
her foes her body moving sylph-like as she kept them all at equal distance as
the circle turned clockwise.
Suddenly the model
wearing the designer pink stockings cart wheeled forward, her long shapely legs
snapping through the air as she closed the gap to Penelope instantly unwinding
a swinging high leg sweep the Penelope arched back just in time to miss contact
with. The model dove done swung one of
her long sexy legs across the floor, Penelope jump and watched it pass
underneath her as she came down for a perfect landing even in her
stilettos. The pink fasionista snapped a
leg out and drilled the woman square between the shoulder blades sending her
sprawling and out of the way as the model in the corset closed in for her
playtime.
This model came in
close for tight combat, punches and half kicks by both parties were parried and
blocked as the fight began to look like a stalemate. But Penelope, an expert in many forms of
martial arts was just warming up, the aristocrat block a Muay Thai style kick
to her side then drove her knee straight into the models paradise. Penelope waited just a fraction of a second
for the woman to straighten up from the blow before she back flipped away and
came to her feet with a smile.
“My stilettos as
you can see are the real thing,” Lady Penelope smiled as the corset fell off
the models body leaving her naked. “My
heels are razor sharp, shoes can be functional as well as sexy I’ve always
thought, don’t you agree?”
Penelope knew
skill as well a psychology played a role in combat as it clearly did in this
battle and she was making the model play her game. The model came at her just as the one wearing
the stockings rushed her from behind.
The dazzling agent fell over into a hand stand opened her legs and spun
about catching both women in the side of the face and crashing them back away
from her. The stocking agent fell dazed
to the floor on her back. Penelope
executed a front walkover and slammed her fist into the now naked models mound
and in the same motion swung round her for a punch to her kidney. The stunned model was then launched with a
hip toss toward her partner on the floor who reacted as Penelope had expected.
The stocking model
defensively put up her legs to protect her body, the model fell into them and
through anyway. Penelope tossed the cut
off corset next to them. The naked model
was still for a second, recovering from her blows, then she convulsed and
arched up. Her partner tried to push her
off and in the process rolled to one side and onto the corset injecting herself
with the poison while her poisonous stocking injected there death into the
other.
“Now that’s what I
call a killer pair of legs,” Lady Penelope Creighton Ward mused.
Before she could
gloat at her success the model in the negligee flowed forward, the wispy
material designed the cover her moves and distract which it did to perfection. Penelope was hit with blows while hers
disappeared into air of the garment as it danced about. A high kick and snapping straight leg raised
kick send Penelope to the ground. The
model picked up her ankles and encircled them with her hands, the sheer
material feeling exciting to Penelope’s senses.
The model rotated
her hands about the agent’s ankles a few times and the sensation changed to
panic as she struggled and the model laughed.
“A most deadly
nightgown, thin wires have been sewn into it at strategic points allowing the
wearer to entangle the victim at points they desire,” she said as Penelope was
pulled upside down and the model looped a strand around her neck.
“We have her no
sense wasting the final piece of the show,” the negligee assassin said to the
last remaining model who undid her sheer peignoir robe.
A knee into the
back of Lady Penelope bowed her out as she struggled. The final model dramatically removing the
filmy garment and moving it above her head as it danced in the air as she
closed in and the squirming agent.
Penelope’s willowy
body moved with purpose she had one chance and she took it. Her years of dedicated yoga training, even
before it became fashionable came to her aid.
She bowed herself back suddenly; the last move the model holding her had
expected and was able to slip the wire from around her neck free. The agent tucked and rolled throwing her
negligeed opponent forward and into the other model. The sudden motion caused the wires about her
ankles to loosen and slide down her heels where her shoes made short work of
them.
Penelope watched
the two come together while she took careful control of the orbiting peignoir
jacket and guided it down and into place around them.
As I suspected,
sticky and I unless I miss my mark contracting as well,” Lady Penelope said as
she watched the two remaining agents writhe inside the sheer covering.
Lady Penelope put
her skirt back on, checked herself in one of the many mirrors, touching up were
required then watched the to models fall to the floor.
“Yes I was right
contracting. Thank you ladies it’s a
pleasure, but I think I shall have to change couture’s, this one is becoming a
bit too pushy with their clientele.”
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