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   Showtime ~Krisnjamie chapter 3

   It was a couple of days into the school summer holidays when I got the
call from Cindy on my mobile.

   "Hi, is that Ray, yeah it's Cindy."

   "Hi Cindy, hows it going?"

   "Fine thanks Ray.  Listen, Sophie is nagging me about this work sorting
clothes for you.  Are you still happy about it?"

   Of course I said I was and we discussed where my store was exactly and
how best to get there.  It was agreed that either she or Anna would drop
Sophie off the following morning but wouldn't be able to pick her up again
until about 4:30.  Cindy was concerned that I might get fed up with Sophie
but I assured her that the girl was never any trouble for me and that we
would be ok until 4:30 at least.

   My store is a modern industrial unit on a fairly new estate.  It has all
the security you could ask for and is dry light and airy.  I have an office
built on first floor level and the rest of the ground floor is staging,
shelves and a large area where I can drive the truck straight in to load,
unload and do work.

   The office is more of a home work space really.  It has a couple of
computers, desks chairs printers, the usual office stuff, as well as some
comfy chairs, a tv, and a sofa bed which I use from time to time if I work
so late I can't be bothered to go home.  There is a small kitchenette and
the usual toilet facilities.

   Anyways....next morning I was watching for cars pulling up onto my car
park space out front.  I must have been watching off and on since about
8:30 and finally, at around 8:55 a car pulled up outside.

   I saw Anna get out first and then Sophie bundled out of the passenger
side.  I ran down the stairs and got there just as they rang the bell.  I
waited a few moments and then opened the side door alongside the main
shutters and invited them both in.  Anna declined saying that she had to
rush but that either she or Cindy would be back by 4:30 at the latest. 
With that she got back into her car and drove off.

   I started by giving my new employee a tour of the building.  She was
quite impressed with the office area and the fact that I had 2 computers. I
told her that if she got bored later she could use one for a while if she
liked.  She responded that she was here to work and that I should show her
to her boxes.

   I laughed at her and led her back down the stairs to one of the storage
bays.  I had put all of her boxes on the floor in one bay.  I provided her
with a chair and a couple of tables on which to sort and told her that, on
no circumstances, was she to lift anything too heavy.  I suggested that she
grab an armful of items and spread them on the tables or the floor to sort
them.

   "Aye Aye Captain" she said as she gave a mock salute and started work on
the first box.

   I left her to it and wandered back to my office with a sneaking
admiration for her youthful enthusiasm.  Suspended as it was above the
storage area I could see most areas from the office and I had been careful
to put Sophie in one of the storage bays that I could see easily.  I
watched her for a time and every now and then she would look up at me,
smile and wave and then go back to her sorting.

   Around 11:00 I made some tea and took two cups and some biscuits down to
where she was working.

   "Breaktime" I said.

   We made some space on one of the tables and had an impromptu picnic
whilst she cheerily told me how many matching sets she had found and how
much fun this really was.  Once tea was over I went back to my ivory tower
and she returned to her task.  Only once did I look over and notice she was
missing and even then she reappeared from the downstairs loo just a few
seconds later and carried on working.

   I wondered whether or not I had been quite as single minded when I was
her age and thought probably not.  At around 12:30 I said I was popping out
to get us some lunch and she seemed quite happy to be both left working and
locked in!  By the time I got back Sophie had cleared a space on one end of
the work tables and was waiting for food.  I had found a local takeaway and
we ate sweet and sour chicken and chicken chow mein whilst she gave me a
detailed report of her achievements from the morning.

   After we had finished eating she helped me wash the few crocks that we
had used and we chatted for a while longer before she shooed me away so
that she could get on with her work.

   It must have been around 2:30 when I looked down at her and noticed that
she had changed into that lurid pink bikini top and had discarded her usual
sweatshirt.  Mind you, the units do get warm in the afternoon sun and she
was doing quite warm work.  I realised that she must have found her way
into the truck to get the top and wondered whether or not she had been
tempted to wear the bikini bottoms as well.  Not that I could see them as
she still wore her blue jeans.  I decided to go down for a closer look.

   As I approached I noticed her turn her head slightly and grin at me.

   "Ok troops, stand to attention, officer present." I bellowed.

   She stood smartly up and snapped to a good impression of a soldier under
inspection.

   "Chin up, chest out, tummy in" I hollered and she did her best to
comply, jutting those pert little breasts out for all she was worth.

   I picked up a ruler from a nearby shelf and stuck it under my arm like
you see them do in the old films and then marched up and down and around
her, occasionally prodding her with my "stick" mainly around her behind but
sometimes on her flat firm stomach and just once letting the ruler glide
over her pink covered chest.

   "well soldier, what do you have to say for yourself then, come on , no
excuses now."

   That got her, she wasn't sure what I was on about and she stood there
looking bewildered.

   "What ho" I continued "Improperly dressed I would say.  Halfway between
one uniform and another, what.  Unless you want to find yourself court
marshalled I suggest, soldier, that you make sure that you wear matching
uniform from now on....do I make myself clear?"

   She grinned now.

   "Yessir" she bellowed back at me and then, without pause, unsnapped her
jeans, lowered her zipper and, careful to preserve her dignity, slipped
them down off her hips and onto the floor.  There was a brief period where
a lack of forethought impacted on the gracefulness of events as she
realised that her jeans wouldn't come off over her trainers, but soon she
was standing there, barefoot and wearing nothing but a lurid pink bikini.

   I stopped my jaw from hanging completely open and instead resumed my
character.

   "Well soldier, attention!"

   She snapped back into position and I resumed my inspection.  The last
laugh was on me though.  I wandered around behind her to get a good look at
that tight little ass and found myself confronted by....skin.  The bikini
bottoms were thong bottoms and whilst they were fairly decent up front
there was nothing more than a strap at the rear.  No wonder the little
beauty was a bit hesitant about wearing them in front of me.  I stopped
myself drooling and found the presence of mind to poke and prod a bit with
the ruler before declaring that her uniform looked mighty fine and that she
should be proud to be in this army before suggesting that she get back to
her duties.

   She giggled as she did so.  I simply stood and watched for some time
with her looking over her shoulder at me, clearly fascinated by the effect
that her outfit had on the male of the species.  As she bent over one box
directly in front of me I had to physically stop myself from palming her.
Staying in position she looked back over her shoulder at me and grinning
from ear to ear said

   "Ray could you give me a hand here?"

   Noting the look on my face she laughed, straightened up and turned and
wagged her finger at me.

   "You really are a dirty old perv.  Just wanna look at little girls bums
huh?"

   I found myself struggling to get the words out well but I managed
eventually.

   "Sophie, I think you better put your clothes back on."

   She laughed.

   "Ray, it's hot in here and this is kinda comfortable.  I'll get dressed
before anybody comes to collect me."

   And with that she turned, bent forward into her box again and started
working once more.  I watched for a few more moments before I decided that
looking at her from the office might be safer and beat a retreat to the
sounds of girlish giggles behind me.

   For the rest of the afternoon she watched me watching her.  I noticed
every movement of every muscle in those legs and saw her buttocks flex as
she bent to pick up piles of fabric.

   Eventually, 4:00 came and I went down to suggest that she get ready for
her lift.  Of course I didn't say this hurriedly.  I looked closely whilst
I said it.  I noticed the rivulet of moisture that ran from her throat down
between her breasts, the freckles on the tops of her thighs and the depth
of her eyes as they stared at me.

   "Ray, you wouldn't do anything to me would you?" She said, obviously in
need of reassurance in the presence of this drooling animal.

   I shook my head.

   "That's what I thought" she said as she walked towards me.

   "Hands behind your back" she commanded.

   I did as I was told and was rewarded with this heavenly creature
pressing her near naked form up against me, moulding herself to my shape.
And then, just as I thought I might risk wrapping one arm around her she
turned away from me, reversed into my groin with that near naked backside,
gave it a wiggle against my fast forming erection and skipped away to the
toilet.

   She came out, fully clothed and looking every bit the sweet little
schoolgirl just as the bell went.  I answered the door to Cindy and invited
her inside.  I gave her mother the guided tour whilst that little minx
caught my eye, winked and did just about anything else to put me off.

   After we had agreed timings for the next day I followed them outside
into the relative cool of an early summer evening and listened to Cindy
telling her daughter that it is very hot in there and that possibly, just
for once, she might like to wear something a little less heavy.  I had a
little chuckle at that as I watched them drive away and then retired to my
tower to put the finishing touches to the sample pics for the website
before turning my attention to the emailed orders for cd's from the last
set of samples posted.  12 orders.  Oh well, by the time I've finished
burning them off I might have cooled down a bit I thought.

   The following morning it was Cindy who dropped Sophie off.  She waved
cheerfully to me from the car and drove off.  Sophie skipped over, past me
and into the store.  Her bikini was on the corner of the work table where
she had left it and she promptly picked it up and headed for the bathroom.
Sophie reappeared a few moments later devoid of all clothing save that
brief pink bikini.

   She bounded over to me like an excited puppy.

   "Permission to continue sorting sir" she snapped.

   I ran my eyes up and down her body slowly.  This time I wanted her to
know that I was in charge and that I was enjoying just looking at her. 
After a few moments she shifted just a little uncomfortably and I let her
go with a sweeping gesture of my left hand and a slap on the arse with my
right.  She giggled as she went to her work area and resumed sorting.

   As previously, I took her tea and biscuits mid morning and went out and
returned with food at lunchtime.  Today though, with me being very obvious
about looking at her body, the chit chat was less free and easy and she,
occasionally, looked like she wished she hadn't stripped off quite so
readily this morning.  Still by mid afternoon the summer heat was building
up and she was glad of the limited clothing that she wore.  At about 3:30 I
appeared alongside her with a cold coke and suggested that she think about
finishing up and getting herself together before her ride arrived.

   She obviously thought that she could gain the upper hand and decided to
try.

   "What no inspection today....sir?"

   I thought for a moment.

   "Soldier, inspection will be when I choose.  I choose an inspection in 1
minute and 30 seconds.  Be ready."

   And with that I wandered off.  I returned shortly after and, playing the
game, she snapped to attention as soon as I approached.

   Once again I had obtained something to use as a swagger stick.  This
time a piece of dowel about 2 foot long.  Once again I used that stick to
brush over parts of her body to ensure that her stomach was held in, her
chin up etc.

   "Soldier" I said "I may have been too harsh on you yesterday"

   She looked at me suspiciously.

   "It is possible that my instructions to ensure full, matching uniform
were unwarranted given the conditions.  As recompense, you are at liberty
to work the remainder of the day shirtless."

   And as I walked away I whispered "if you have the guts".

   I walked as far as the stairs to my office where I turned to her and
winked.

   This time I had her.  Now she would take a step back and not be quite so
pushy.

   Sophie had other ideas.  As I watched she reached up behind her neck and
untied the strings at the top of her bikini.  Then holding the material
across her breast with one arm she reached round behind and tugged the bow
at the rear free.  She stood there still holding the material over her
young breasts and glared at me defiantly.  I resumed my character. 
Marching back towards her with my swagger stick under my arm I yelled out

   "Snap inspection.  All soldiers stand to attention!"

   This was it.  She would either buckle and make a dash for the loo or she
would drop her top and resume her own character by standing to attention
with those delightful young breasts pointing out at me.  There was a
moment's hesitancy before she chose the latter.  Tossing the bikini top
aside she clamped her arms to her sides, stuck her chest out and her chin
up and waited for the inspection.  That inspection took a long time.  More
than once my swagger stick played over her breasts and more than once I
watched in fascination as her erect nipples sprang back into place after I
had dragged the stick over them.  Just briefly as I stood directly in front
of her I allowed the stick to brush up her thighs between her legs and
dance around the area covered by that last vestige of lurid pink.  Then the
doorbell went and she did make a dash for the loo as I made my way over to
answer the door.

   It was Anna.  I quickly explained that Sophie was ready but had just
nipped to the loo and suggested that I give her the same guided tour that
mum had received yesterday.  We arrived at Sophie's work area after a few
moments.

   "My little sis has been busy" said Anna as she looked over the various
piles of discarded bikini tops and bottoms as well as the growing pile of
matched pairs.  "If she keeps this up you will owe her a fortune."

   I laughed and nodded.  Anna spotted the lurid pink bikini top on the
floor and picked it up.

   "Mind you Ray, what kind of a whore would actually wear this in public?"


   Sophie had come out of the bathroom and was part way to where we were
when she heard this.  I glanced up and winked at her as I replied to her
sister.

   "It takes all sorts Anna.  One mans meat etc."

   "Yea I guess but I can't see me wearing stuff like that."

   I winked at the sisters who were now standing next to each other.

   "I reckon I can see you wearing it......if I try real hard!"

   Anna hit me playfully and Sophie laughed right on cue and then the girls
said their goodbyes and left with Sophie promising to get more done
tomorrow.

   With the place to myself again I went upstairs.  Pulled a cold beer out
of the fridge and wondered what tomorrow would bring.  The sudden
realisation that I had a 13 year old girl virtually naked chilled me
somewhat.  Sure she was much more mature than her years but the calendar
said 13 years and I reckon that's about what I would have got in court too.


   The following day, Thursday, Sophie arrived as usual at around 8:30.  We
waved goodbye to Cindy and went inside shutting the door and the outside
world out.  I walked with Sophie as she approached the work tables where
her pink bikini lay waiting.  She was in pensive mood.  She picked up the
top and I knew that her sister's words would be going through her mind.

   Sure enough, after a brief silence she said "Anna thinks that anybody
who wears this is a whore.  That's what she said isn't it?" she asked
looking up at me.

   I could only nod, dimly aware that somebody was taking away my brand new
trainset.

   "Well I ain't no whore" she went on "so I won't be wearing it today."

   And with that she picked up the bikini bottoms and marched off to the
loo, reappearing in short order wearing just the thong bottoms.

   She worked as normal but I didn't.  I spent most of my time just gazing
at those breasts or, when she had her back to me, her lovely rounded
backside and long legs.  We did the usual mid morning and lunch breaks and
then at around 2:30 I appeared a little early for the inspection sequence
that had also become ritual.

   As I marched towards her with my stick under my arm she immediately
assumed the position.  Arms clamped to her sides, chin up breasts pointing
up and out.  Gorgeous!  I took my time inspecting her.  Caressing her with
my stick, maybe even probing just a little more firmly between her young
thighs.  Never once did I touch her skin to skin, only with the stick.  It
was a rule that we had developed and I didn't want to break any rules and
spoil things.

   Finally, after I had been "inspecting" her for about 20 minutes I looked
skyward towards the skylight and the sun streaming down.

   "Soldier, your work has been exemplary.  I am aware or your constant
battle with the heat and so, as a reward for your efforts, you may go
without uniform if you so wish."

   It took a moment for the words to sink in.  I knew when they had because
her eyes opened wider and she trembled slightly.  Had I gone too far.  I
really didn't know.

   "Yes sir.  Thank you for your kindness sir" she barked and then, slowly,
ever so slowly, her hands moved to the ties at the sides of her bikini
bottoms and tugged at the bows.  Once undone she gingerly moved her hands
away and back to her sides.  I watched but nothing happened.  The material
was thin enough and she was sweating enough for the friction to be holding
the covering in place.

   Again I stood in front of her.  My stick patrolling the area between her
knees and upper thighs.

   "Soldier, am I to understand that you are trying to divest yourself of
your uniform?"

   Hesitation.

   "Yes sir!"

   "Would you like me to assist?"

   No hesitation

   "Yes Sir!"

   I allowed my stick to travel up and past the thin material and I stopped
to allow the tip to rest on the lip of her navel.  Then, staring into her
eyes the whole time, I let it slip slowly down her abdomen.  I felt the
slight delay in its downward movement as it encountered the cloth and then
I felt it resume its downward course.  I could tell from the slightly
different weight of the stick and the slightly parted and whistling lips of
my soldier that her nakedness was becoming complete.  Without taking my
eyes off of hers I spoke again.

   "Soldier, I think we can be a little less formal now.  Stand At Ease!"

   Once again it took a few seconds for the words to sink in but once they
had she complied and assumed the traditional "at ease" pose.  Hands behind
her back, legs slightly parted eyes looking straight ahead.  As her legs
parted there was a slight but defiantly satisfying sound of material
falling to the floor.  I still hadn't looked anywhere but into her eyes. 
My stick, on the other hand, was exploring that area of her body that had
been previously covered.  She gasped as the tip just slightly parted her
outer lips and a wet trail appeared on my stick as it reappeared from
between her legs.

   Now I broke the rules.  Now I reached out with both hands.  My left
reached around behind her pulling her towards me whilst my right cupped her
gentle mound, my fingers gently parting and probing where no male had gone
before.  With each movement of my fingers she gasped or whimpered.  Cute
but pitiful noises of the extremely helpless.

   My finger was poised to make a proper entry when the doorbell rang out.
I looked at my watch, 4:35.  Damn that would be Cindy or Anna.  Sophie's
eyes had gone wild, fear of getting caught, fear of what was happening,
both.  I held her to me and whispered in her ear.

   "Tomorrow is Friday.  Tomorrow you will be naked all day and I will play
with you.  Now go and dress" and with that I pushed her towards the toilets
with a playful slap on her bare bottom.

   No more than a few moments later I was exchanging pleasantries with
Cindy and waving a cheery goodbye to the Lolita who I was so close to
having full, illegal sex with just moments before.