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Showtime ~Krisnjamie chapter 2 

It was a couple of weeks before I saw Cindy and Anna again. 

Somehow I had been talked into taking a pitch at some "fayre" in Plymouth City Centre. 

Complete waste of time for my kind of stuff. I'm still not sure how I made that booking now. 

Anyways, I was bored out of my mind and despite having gone to the show with no help I made a couple of calls and Jane and her friend Susan were soon on site and anxious to earn. 

I reckoned that both of them would be needed for the afternoon. Lots of kids about, lots of people, just the kind of event where your stock tends to grow feet and walk. 

Once I was satisfied that the girls were happy with the set up I went for a wander. I chatted with a few of the other stall holders, most of whom I didn't know and would be unlikely to bump into very much and then, as a break in the flow of customers opened up, I moved over to the jewellery stall that Cindy was currently manning alone. 

"Hiya, hows it going" I asked. 

Cindy looked up, recognised me and beamed. "Good, really good thanks" 

"And where is the accountant?" I asked 

She grinned and pointed towards my own stall where Anna was chatting with Jane. I made a quick mental note to check my video footage particularly carefully that evening and carried on making small talk for a few more minutes. We exchanged notes about which shows we would be going to and realised that we would be almost next to each other at a small country show the weekend after next. With that I went on my way, stopping briefly to chat with Anna as she headed back to her own patch. 

That evening in the comfort of my own little home I scanned through the days shots. Pretty bleak pickings really. 

Soon I came to that moment when Anna slipped in through the door tossed some clothes onto the seat behind her and started tugging off her clothes. No bra again....great joy! Even better, she stood around topless whilst she arranged the skirt she wanted to try on. Got diddled there though - she slipped it on over her jeans and held it in place to see what it would look like. No chance for a glimpse of thigh flesh today. 

Still I claimed 7 or 8 stills of that perfect topless figure for my collection and went to bed a happy man. 

Over the next week or so I made a bit of cash doing some wholesale deals and looked forward to the weekend show. Only a 1 day event really but I planned to arrive Friday evening and leave Sunday morning. No need to hurry things. 

I felt sure that I could get somebody to watch the shop for an hour or so if needed so decided against setting up any help. The show was unlikely to be a big money maker for me so no help meant I could keep costs low. 

As planned I arrived on the Friday afternoon. Many other traders had already arrived and set up, or at least started, and I enjoyed some friendly banter whilst I got to work erecting the stall and placing the racks etc. 

I was just putting the finishing touches to the building of the changing room when I noticed Cindy pull up towing the caravan. I went and gave a hand to manoeuvre the thing into the right space and then went back to finish off whilst they erected their small display area. I had just about finished when Anna popped her head through one of the flaps. 

"Hey Ray, Mum says she has overdone the food so why don't you come and eat with us?" 

I don't normally bother much with food in the evening but I thought that the prospect of spending some time near to Anna would be a bonus and if Cindy was a half decent cook, I would be a double winner. I accepted and told her I would be there as soon as I had washed up. 

I quickly washed and found a clean shirt before locking up my van and wandering the 20 feet or so to their caravan. A pleasant smell of onions cooking came to greet me and before I had a chance to knock the door opened and Anna ushered me in. I was sat down and offered a drink and then, almost immediately, a heaped plate of spaghetti Bolognese was slipped in front of me. Anna squeezed in alongside me and Cindy sat down opposite. 

It was only then I noticed the extra plate of food. Cindy saw me looking at the spare plate and laughed. 

"Oh that's for the phantom. Our own little monster. Forgot to mention her to you Ray." 

Seconds later the monster appeared. I'd like to say that she was 7 feet tall and green and slimy just to make this story interesting....but she wasn't. 

The monster was about 5'2 with the same dark olive complexion as her sister, incredible almond shaped eyes that were a deep green in colour, long black hair and a smile that would melt Everest. 

She stuck out her hand at me. 

"Hi, I'm Sophie. Pleased to meet you." 

We shook and she sat down next to her mother and piled into her food. 

Over the course of the meal I learned that Sophie was in fact Sophia-Marie and that she normally spent weekends with her grandparents whilst Cindy and Anna were working. Said grandparents had gone off on an extended coach holiday and would be away for almost a month so, for the next few shows, Sophie would be an extra hand on deck......or an extra handful as Anna put it.

I managed to eat and grunt in the correct places but my mind was in turmoil. This had to be the most perfect female specimen I had ever seen. Sophie seemed confident and outgoing and I suggested that she could earn some extra cash helping me on the stall if she wasn't needed by Cindy and Anna. I lied that my usual help had let me down and that I was on my own for the day and could use some help. Cindy told me I was being kind and Anna warned me that her sister would be anything but a help but Sophie ignored them both and said she'd be pleased to help if she could.

 Far too quickly the meal was over. I made an offer to do the dishes which was firmly refused and then I said my farewells and made my way back to my little cabin. 

I tossed and turned for hours thinking about Sophie and then Anna and, occasionally, both of them at once. I fell asleep wondering if Sophie might like to be paid in clothes. Clothes that she would need to try on first of course. 

Saturday dawned grey and wet. The forecast was for the rain to ease in the morning and that meant people would hold off coming to the show until mid afternoon at the earliest. We would only get a trickle of custom until then. 

I had opened up and was leaning at the back of the stall drinking coffee when Sophie first appeared. 

"Hi Ray, Mum and Anna don't need me. Do you have anything for me to do?" 

There was no point in lying. The site was dead. 

"Not really Sophie" I said "except to negotiate your pay for what you do do" 

"That's ok" she answered "Mum explained that all the traders help each other out. You don't need to pay me." 

"Well, let's worry about that later shall we. In the meantime, you may as well take advantage of the chance to have a good look round. All you girls seem to like clothes." 

"Really, you don't mind....I mean, well I don't have any money so I'm not likely to buy anything." 

I smiled at her. "Go ahead Sophie. If you want to try anything on the changing room is at the back." 

And with that I nonchalantly wandered off to see how Cindy and Anna were doing setting up their display. 

I assured Cindy that Sophie was not being any trouble and that both the girls would be welcome to look at the clothes and try stuff on as they wanted. With that Anna suggested that she might go have another look before things got busy and I was left talking amiably to Cindy whilst wondering exactly what the two best looking girls in the country might be trying on next door. 

That evening, after a fairly boring day I sat flicking through the video captures. I had deliberately started from the back and worked forwards as I knew that Sophie and Anna would be the first of the visitors to my changing rooms and I didn't want to spoil the anticipation. 

Eventually, after copying just two of the also rans to a storage file I flicked to the first section and watched with anticipation. Sophie was the first to appear. She slid off her jeans to try on a big wrap around skirt but managed to keep arms and clothes between her and the camera as she did so. Apart from a flash of long dark thigh I saw nothing. She also tried on a couple of sweatshirts but all that was entailed was the removal of her own sweatshirt, to uncover the plain white tshirt underneath. 

Anna was, of course, more reliable. She came in with a matching skirt and waistcoat. Her jeans were discarded to give me a few moments of just her usual plain white thing between me and heaven as she stood in just her thong and t shirt to sort out the clothes she had brought of the rack. The skirt was promptly in position and the waistcoat slid over her shoulders to complete the look. 

She swished this way and that many times. I don't know why women do that. They either look good or they don't. Anyway, something was not right about the outfit as far as Anna was concerned and I could tell from her expression that it was going right back onto the rack. Sure enough, off came the waistcoat and then the t shirt....I did a double take. I had almost deleted the section without noticing Anna bare her breasts for me. Glued into place I watched as she replaced the waistcoat over bare flesh, buttoned it and returned to her swishing. 

Obviously pleased with herself I then enjoyed a reverse display as she changed back. This time she stripped down to her thong before dressing and gave me the added benefit of putting the skirt and waistcoat back on their hangers before making any attempt to cover her gorgeous body. 

I was satisfied with my catch for the day and was about to switch off when the film moved on, the door opened and Sophie returned.....I struggled to see what she was carrying...it wasn't much....a bikini top in lurid pink. No way would her mother allow her to wear that.....of course, that's why she was trying it. I watched with my mouth open as she tugged off her sweatshirt and then slowly, agonisingly slowly, pulled her t shirt over her head. She wore a sports bra underneath, although she didn't have much breast to support, and this too came off, over her head. 

As she took of the bra she treated me to the same pose her sister had given me that first time. Arms above her head, breasts pushed out towards the mirror, my camera and now me. It was a delightful picture. Her nipples were hardening as I watched. She obviously felt quite naughty and daring trying this on. The bikini top looked a treat on her. The pink showed off the colour of her skin and drew the gaze to the area of flat brown stomach between her breasts and the top of her jeans. A treat for anybody and a special treat for me as I knew what was underneath that top. 

Quickly she stripped the top off and dressed in her normal clothes before returning the top to its place and that was her last visit of the day. 

The following morning, Sunday, I was up early. There was no sign of movement in the caravan as yet and I went about my work to take may stall apart. Before I did though I went through the stock racks in the back of the van. The pink bikini top was still there and I put it to one side in case.... 

An hour went by before there was movement from the caravan. Shortly after that Cindy and Anna appeared and gave me a wave before starting the collapse of their own stall and Sophie, who seemed unable to fit into their team just yet, ambled over to see me. We sat and chatted for a while and she said how sorry she was that the show had been slow and that she didn't have a chance to come and help me out. I said that there would be plenty of opportunities and that she could help out next time. The conversation seemed to halt there so I though that I would kick start it. 

"Looks like your Mum and Anna have got the stowage arrangements pretty well sussed." 

"Yeah, until I know what I'm doing I just get in the way. It's best I stay out of it really." 

"well, how would you like some advance pay?" She looked at me. 

"Ok that's just an excuse. I have something for you....it's not very much, but I noticed you looking at it yesterday." 

With that I reached over and grabbed the pink bikini top which I passed to her. 

"I don't suppose you even had a chance to try it on did you?" I asked 

"Oh Ray, it is lovely but mum would never let me wear it and anyway I can't let you give me stuff." 

"It's not a gift. You can work for it at the next show and your mother doesn't have to know if you don't want her too. You can keep it in my van if you want." 

She hugged me said a hurried thanks and asked if she could try it on now. 

With a gleam in my eye and a leap in my heart I let her into my cabin and went back to finishing off the packing. 

A few moments later the door appeared and a shouted whisper "Ray" caught my ears. I followed the sound to the door and was beckoned inside. There she stood, wearing her jeans and that flimsy lurid pink bikini top and a big smile. 

"You definitely can't wear that in public" I said "far too sexy, all the boys will be after you." 

She laughed, brushed my cheek with her lips and shooed me outside so she could change again. 

She joined me a few minutes later. 

"um...I left the top on the seat in there.....if you're sure about me having it then please can you look after it for me?" 

I looked at her and smiled. 

"Sure I can. It'll be available whenever you want it Sophie and mum needn't know anything about it. Bye the way, just how old are you?" 

"13.....but I'm good at maths and can handle money and stuff...." 

"Don't worry Sophie, if I need help the job's yours - I promise." 

With a cheery smile and a last thought wave she bounded off to help her mum and sister finish the packing and I returned to the final bits of my own clear up before the off. 

The next time I had a chance to see the girls was at a 3 day steam and vintage event. I arrived the evening before the first day as usual and parked up. I noticed them as I scanned my neighbours to see what competition I had and I also noticed that, despite the first day being a Friday (school day) Sophie was buzzing around their stall helping to set up. I noticed myself rubbing my hands together like some old fagin character and made a promise to myself not to let that become a habit. 

As usual, I busied myself with the main stall preparation with the intention of actually getting the stock on the rails early on the first day. It was quite late when I finished putting the structure together but I steeled myself to get on and put the display rails in place before finishing for the day. The light was going and I was thinking of leaving it to finish off next morning when a cheery voice came through the canvas... 

"Hey Ray.....you in there? Need a hand?" 

I recognised Sophie at once of course and called out for her to come in. She squeezed herself through the flaps and joined me at the rear of the stall. 

"Mum said I could come and help if you needed me" she said. 

"that's cool but I've almost done for this evening thanks." 

"Well should I make a cup of tea or something then?" 

"Yeah that would be nice. Go on into the cabin. You'll see the kettle and cups and tea etc are in the cupboards on the far wall." 

"Ok" she chirped as she disappeared into my truck. 

I finished off a few minutes later and went on in. The kettle was just staring to boil but there was no sign of Sophie. I called out and her voice came back from the bathroom. 

"be right out, just a min" 

I had just poured hot water onto teabags in two mugs when the catch went and Sophie burst out into the room. 

"Ta da!" she shouted 

I looked up to see a vision in jeans and a lurid pink bikini top and very nearly dropped the sugar. 

Seeing the startled look on my face Sophie must have misread the situation. 

"Sorry Ray, I didn't go prying or anything, I just saw the top on the side over there and didn't think that you'd mind if I wore it." 

I smiled to reassure her. 

"Tell you what" I said "from now on we'll keep it right here so you always know where it is, help yourself anytime." 

And with that I opened a drawer that I kept towels in so she could see where I meant. 

I certainly wasn't about to complain about this delightful creature parading before me in a bikini top, although I was painfully aware of her age, or lack of it. We chatted as we drank our tea and then, as suddenly as it had begun it was over. 

"I better get changed and get back" she said "See you tomorrow?" 

"Sure" I replied "I expect to be busy so get yourself over here early and I'll show you the ropes." 

And with that she nipped into the bathroom only to reappear a few moments later dressed perfectly normally, brushed her lips past my cheek and left at a trot. 

The following morning I was up and busy by 7:30. Sophie arrived at around 8:00 and we spent the next 40 minutes or so putting the clothes on the display racks and me showing Sophie where different types of stock were, how the till worked etc. Just before 9:00 she offered to go make some tea before the rush started and I readily agreed. 

Whilst she was making the tea I spent my time raising the canvas flaps of the stand to allow my eager public access. 

Cindy and Anna saw me and waved and I waved back. Just then Sophie arrived at my elbow with a mug of steaming hot tea and, with punters thin on the ground, we retired to the rear of the stand and leaned up against the truck whilst we sipped our tea and talked. I explained how I bought my stock and how I decided on the prices to give myself enough profit. 

She was a bright girl and soon realised that only the size of my purchases made it worth my while trading. I was able to take such substantial amounts of stock that I could easily negotiate big discounts and, where a shop or other retail unit was closing down I was often invited to make an offer for the whole kit at a knock down price rather than the seller having the hassle of lots of small sales. I pointed out that the bikini top that she was so fond of came in a box of mixed tops and bottoms from a bankruptcy. There were some sets and these I had paired up and had for sale at £9.99 - £14.99 depending upon the brand, style and quality whilst the singles were being sold at anything from £1.99 to £3.99. 

Sophie asked me what I had actually paid for them and after a few moments looking through my log and a bit of number crunching on the calculator I was able to say that each item averaged out at about 45p so the minimum profit was about £1.50 per sale and this rose considerably if I was lucky enough to match up a pair. 

Sophie couldn't understand why I hadn't been prepared to go through every one of the 8 boxes I had bought to match up pairs and even when I explained that I made my main income from wholesaling she was determined that we could make a fortune by doing so. When I told her that I still had 6 unopened boxes back at the store she was horrified and promptly offered to go through them for me. 

I laughed and tried to talk her out of it but she was determined that I shouldn't waste the opportunity so finally I agreed that she could do it during the summer holidays providing her mum didn't mind. With that she gave me her money belt and rushed over to mums stall to talk to her. Sophie was back within minutes with the news that Cindy was ok with the idea in principle but wanted to go over it in more detail and had suggested that I have dinner with them this evening. 

I laughed again at my budding entrepreneur and gave the thumbs up signal to Cindy to let her know I was coming to eat. Sophie just couldn't get past the possible extra profit. 

"I could make you a fortune" she said as she borrowed my calculator to play with the figures. "I might even find the bottoms to match that top you gave me." 

I laughed again. 

"Tell you what" I said "If your mum is ok with the idea, and only if she is ok with the idea, I'll give you £5.00 for each box that you sort and a further £1.50 for each set that you can identify....and......if you find the briefs that match your top you can have them for free.........if you model them for me sometime." 

I deliberately said the last bit in a very lecherous tone and finished speaking with my tongue hanging out. Sophie burst out laughing. 

"You're just a dirty old man, but ok you got a deal!" 

"Hey less of the old" I retaliated as we went our separate ways to deal with a sudden influx of potential customers. 

We worked all morning and right through until about 1:45 when there seemed to be a lull. 

"Hey slave girl" I called over Sophie grinned, ran over to me, bowed and said "yes o master" I gave her some cash and suggested that she go get herself some lunch and take a break and off she dashed. I held the fort on my own for the next 20 minutes. 

I noticed that Sophie had popped over to see Cindy and Anna and I was surprised when she reappeared at my elbow less than 30 minutes after I had sent her off. 

"What did you eat?" I asked. 

"Nothing yet, I got some stuff for us to share - can you manage whilst I sort out some plates and stuff?" 

I didn't have time to respond before she was away into the truck and when I was finally called over I was handed a plate with a baked potato, some roast pork, coleslaw and tomatoes. 

"I've eaten whilst I was preparing" she said "So I'll watch the stand whilst you eat." 

I was dumfounded. I wasn't used to being organised but here it was happening. 

I watched Sophie as she confidently dealt with any enquiry that came her way. I watched the waving of the arms as she spoke - impossible to speak without waving your arms apparently! - and I watched the way she angled her hips as she stood, transferring the weight from one leg to the other and making her tight backside caress her jeans from the inside. 

I sighed as I realised that stroking her with my eyes was the closest that I would ever get and then smiled to myself as I realised that I would almost certainly go to gaol if I touched her in any other way! 

As soon as I had finished eating I went back out into the fray and we worked side by side for the rest of the afternoon. 6:00 came and as I started to lower the canvas flaps I suggested that she went on home and that I would be over later. She asked if she could just use my bathroom for a minute and I said something about not making it the 70 feet or so to her own bathroom. Her response was to turn to face me and, secure in the semi enclosed state of the stand, raise her sweatshirt to reveal that lurid pink bikini top underneath. 

I laughed out loud and waved her away to change. 

The transformation from pink top wearing harlot to normal teenage girl took no more than a minute and she scampered past me yelling something about "see you later old man". Well I wasn't so old as I couldn't act instinctively and I landed a firm but friendly slap on her arse as she went past. 

A short while later, after I had cleaned myself up a bit I ambled over to the Cindy's caravan. Before I had time to knock on the open door Sophie was there to greet me and I was ushered into the warm interior. 

"Hiya" shouted Cindy "Nothing fancy Ray, just a bit of steak and salad tonight." 

"That's fine" I replied "thanks for the invite - it's not often that I get the company of three lovely ladies and good food as well!" 

"Yeah right" said Anna coming through from the back room, which I assumed to be a bedroom. 

Pretty soon I was surrounded by the girls with a full plate in front of me and we settled down to eat. We chatted about the day and it turned out that the girls had done pretty well. 

Eventually talk came round to Sophie's plan to make me a fortune by sorting bikini parts and Cindy made me promise that I wasn't just humouring the girl. 

"No way, if Sophie is prepared to commit the time and you are happy having your daughter locked away in a warehouse with me then I think it's a great idea."

 Cindy looked at her daughter. 

"well only if you promise to do what Ray says and not be too much trouble then I'm sure we can arrange something." 

I thought Sophie was going to somersault in her seat but instead she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big hug. 

"Seriously Ray" said Cindy "I don't want you to think that you have to give her work and I don't want you to pay her over the odds for what she does do." 

"no problem" I replied "If she does what she says then her pay will come from the extra profit I make and anyways, I reckon I can handle her if she gets too big for her boots!" 

Cindy looked at Sophie long and hard. 

"Ok you can do it but.....Ray is the boss. You don't make a nuisance of yourself young lady." 

Sophie just smiled big time. 

Next day, Saturday, I was up and pottering around the cabin when Sophie knocked on the door. As soon as I opened it she burst in, said something about sleepy heads, grabbed her top from the drawer and slipped into the bathroom to change. Moments later she was out again and as I offered her a cup of tea she lifted her sweatshirt to reveal that lurid pink bikini top underneath. 

"Uniform" she grinned. 

I admired the view for a moment before speaking. 

"Sophie, I'm happy with the uniform and I'm happy with looking at it but you don't have to show me every time you know." 

"Sorry, didn't mean to offend." 

"You didn't offend me Sophie. I told you at the start that you look very sexy in that and I love to look at you wearing it, but you don't have to show me." 

She grinned and took the tea from my hand but didn't lower her sweatshirt. 

"You're gonna get me into trouble" I said winking at the flirtatious teen. 

"Maybe" she said, winking back. 

We worked solidly all morning. A good crowd had turned out and people were flocking to the trade stands. The result was that some of the stock rails emptied and one of the boxes of bikini scraps was almost finished by noon. As I pulled another box from the back of the truck Sophie asked if that was one of her boxes. I laughed and told her she was welcome to go through it during quiet periods if she felt the need. 

I sent her off for a break just after 1.00 but, just like the day before she was back after about half an hour with food for me too. 

The afternoon continued apace but Cindy made the time to wander over and make sure that Sophie wasn't being a bother. I was pleased to be able to confirm that she was being a great help and that I probably wouldn't have managed without her. That evening I closed up and gently refused the invitation to eat with the girls as I was well aware that my video editing would be falling behind. Instead, after a walk I opened the cupboard that I had hastily built around the video camera set up when I started getting my regular visitors, and went through two days of captures. 

In fact the card must have run out of space early on the Saturday morning but nevertheless I had an interesting and potentially profitable crop for the voyeur sites where I plied my trade. 

Sunday came round with the now usual knock on the door and a glimpse of a young firm female body nipping into my bathroom. This time though Sophie emerged wearing just jeans and that top and carrying her sweatshirt. As we drank tea together I drank in the sight of a lithe young body barely covered by the flimsy bikini top. More than my tea was stirred! 

Of course, Sophie covered up before we ventured out to work and, as on the previous day, we were very busy. During quieter periods Sophie contentedly rummaged through the box of bikini pieces putting aside any pairings that she found for pricing separately. Part way through the afternoon I sent Sophie off for a break again but this time also to deliver a message to invite her mum and sister over to mine for a meal that night. 

It turned out that Anna had a date and Cindy a headache so that was that, or so I thought. Sophie decided that she could come and that it would help if mum didn't have to worry about her. It seemed reasonable so I made the time to wander over and see if Cindy was happy with the idea. Once Cindy got over the shock that I hadn't had quite enough of her daughter for one day she was very happy with the idea. She asked me to make Sophie promise not to be any trouble and to be back home before 11. 

I promised to try! We shut up shop just after 6:00 and Sophie offered to start packing away whilst I retired to the kitchen. 

Kitchen might not be quite the right word but I had a gas burner and an electric oven that ran of a small generator. I know better than to try and over complicate matters in such circumstances so we were having a simple beef stew with home made dumplings. Well truck home made anyways. 

Once the stew was prepared and popped into the oven I went back outside to give Sophie a hand. I was careful not to let her start dismantling the stall as I didn't want to give her any opportunity to investigate the changing rooms too carefully and so we were back inside by just after 7:00. 

Sophie proudly displayed some 11 bikini pairs that she had discovered. I added a few figures on the calculator, rounded it up a bit and gave her £75 with which she was absolutely delighted. 

"Are you sure Ray?" she asked as she handled the notes. 

"Of course I am Sophie, not only have you been a pleasure to work with you have done more than I have asked and don't seem to need breaks. You're worth every penny." 

She giggled "how long until tea, I'm starving." I looked at my watch. 

"Another 40 minutes or so." 

With that she disappeared off to use the loo and I went to add the dumplings to the stew. 

It wasn't long before we sat down to eat. Sophie chatted constantly but I quite enjoyed it. It wasn't a conversation I had to work at but neither was it purely girly chit chat. Sophie had a good mind which she applied to some of the big questions and came up with some very simple answers. Some answers I felt like jotting down and sending off to the powers that be and others I suggested additional considerations for and she would charge off down a new thought path looking for yet more solutions. 

Every now and then she would ask what the time was, clearly determined not to be late for her curfew. Finally, I answered 10:30 and she went a bit quiet, like she was thinking something through. Finally she spoke up. 

"umm Ray, remember the deal you offered me for going through those boxes?" 

"Uh huh." 

"Well, you said that I could also keep the matching bikini bottoms for my top if I found them." 

"Yes I did." 

"Well I did find them." 

"Well done. Are you going to keep them here with the top or take them with you?" 

"Don't be silly Ray, I can't take them home, mum will hate them worse than the top....it's just....well.." 

"What Sophie, spit it out" 

"well you said I could have them if I modelled them for you." 

I laughed out loud. 

"You don't have too Sophie, I was just flirting with you. I didn't mean to frighten you." 

"I'm not frightened. I'm not a silly schoolgirl you know!" 

"Sophie you are a schoolgirl. I love to look at you and I love to flirt with you but I'm not going to make you model some bikini for me if you don't want to." 

"thank you" she said as she stood. 

I started to get up to see her out but she didn't turn towards the door. Instead she crossed her arms before her, grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt and lifted it over her head to reveal the familiar lurid pink bikini top that I had come to look forward to so much. I sat back down in my chair to admire the view. Sophie looked at me looking at her. 

"You are a dirty old perv" she said and with that cupped her breasts within the flimsy material and did her best to give them a jiggle. "That's all your getting for tonights' show, if you're very good you might get the full show another time." 

And with that she disappeared into the bathroom to change.
