Personal Shopper

by Izzy French

Genres: Erotic & Steamy Romance

Synopsis

A collection of five erotic stories with mixed and varied themes.

Personal Shopper by Izzy French
Christina is immediately attracted to the man looking in the window of her lingerie shop and hopes that he will come in and brighten up an otherwise dull afternoon. Today is her lucky day - the shop is about to close and she can send her assistant home and see to the customer personally.

Fortunately she's ready to be a demure and submissive shop assistant, since she soon finds out that the client wants more than for her to model for him - and, as the saying goes, the customer is always right.

Lot Twenty-One by Andrea Carver
What would you do to raise money for your favourite charity? Go on a sponsored walk? Hold a raffle?

A charity auction is always popular, but the lots will need to be spectacular. There are plenty of wealthy businessmen who are willing to put forward high bids, but only for something that really excites them. Would you be willing to put your virginity - a very special sort of virginity - up for sale?

If you can raise some money for a good cause while fulfilling a secret fantasy, so much the better. Lot Twenty-One is a charitable girl, but she knows that she's going to get something that she wants out of this as well...

Public Exposure by Cathryn Cooper
Would you risk public exposure? For a few brave people, the tipping point between concealment and discovery is where the fun starts.

Mallory and Valentine are both looking for the ultimate thrill and are willing to risk everything to achieve it. A local shopping centre becomes a location ripe for exploitation by the daring pair as they battle for supremacy. Who is the dominant force and who is the one being punished?

The chance of being found out adds a spark of electricity to this illicit act...

Sparring Partners by Everica May
There can be few more intimate experiences than the one that you have with a sparring partner. As you lock muscles and wits in the gym it would be strange if you didn't occasionally feel a frisson of tension. The kind of tension that might turn the encounter into something less violent, more passionate.

Two partners, one male, one female take advantage of having the dojang to themselves; everyone else has gone home. The temptation to feel that they are the only two people left in the world is strong.

As they trade blows, their bodies shining with sweat, their relationship undergoes a transformation. From now on these sparring partners will see each other in a very different light.

Possession by Penélope Friday
Sometimes it's more important to hide your instincts than to show your hand. This is the problem that faces Ana when she encounters Rafael. She finds it hard not to look his way, yet she must keep up her extraordinary acting display if she is to avoid being lured into his net.

Everyone is attracted to Rafael - tall, blond, ridiculously handsome, he is adored by men and women alike, but Ana is determined to present a neutral front. This is far from easy, especially since Rafael is equally certain that he can destroy the edifice that she has so painstakingly crafted to keep him out...

These stories have also been published in Ultimate Submission ISBN 9781908086006

Release date: November 24, 2010

Publisher: Headline

Print pages: 45

Sample

Will he, won’t he,’ Christina wondered as the man paced across the front of the shop for the tenth type. She hoped he would. A tall, dark and handsome cliché. She wondered who was his lucky significant other. Wife, girlfriend, lover? He did a ninety-degree turn and pushed the door open. At last, thought Christina. The glance she gave Kate, her assistant, said, ‘He’s mine.’ As proprietor of Whispers and Promises, Christina could pick and choose which customers she served. There had to be some perks. And it had been a slow day. Christina had been bored, if she was honest. And customers needed nurturing, didn’t they?

“Hi, how may I help?” she asked, smoothing her skirt down and smiling.

“I’m looking for some underwear. A nice set. It’s for her birthday.”

“Her?”

“Yes.”

The non-committal type, Christina thought.

“What size is she?”

“Size 10. 34C.” Christina could feel his eyes rove over her, probably assessing her figure against that of the woman he was buying for. She felt a tingle of pleasure. How did she compare? Well, she hoped. Her shiny black hair was tied back, emphasising her high cheekbones and glossy red lips, and her black skirt and white blouse hugged her breasts, waist, hips. She was a good advert for the shop, she felt confident of that.

“Same as me,” she smiled. “I’ll get some sets together and you can see what you think would suit her.” She whipped around the shop, quickly returning to the counter, arms full of lace and silk.

“There you go. Must be so hard to choose for someone else. If she was here I’d suggest she tried them on, of course.” Christina nodded her head towards the changing rooms at the back of the shop.

When she glanced back again he was staring at her intently. His eyes were dark, unreadable. She held his gaze for a few moments, then looked away and began pulling together sets of French knickers and balconette bras in black, crimson, cool ivory. The silk slipped between her fingers, she tussled with the thin straps, her fingers trembling slightly as she sensed him watching each tiny movement. Kate was busying herself with folding an untidy pile of pretty camisoles. Christina felt alone with this man. It was almost 5pm, a quiet time of the day. People rushed by outside, not even glancing in, anxious to get home.

“I like that, and this one too,” he said, his hand brushing against hers as he pulled two bras from the pile, one black, the other purple. He examined each carefully, brushing the fabric with his fingers.

“Beautiful, aren’t they? Designed to be taken off.”

Christina had sensed his fingers rested on hers just slightly longer than was necessary.

“There are French knickers or thongs to match either,” she said. “Which would you prefer?”

“French knickers, I’m kind of old fashioned.” This was the first time he smiled. It reached his eyes.

“I’m with you on that. Thongs leave little to the imagination. Something more romantic, and more comfortable about French knickers.” Christina returned his smile.

“Let me match them up then you can decide which you’d like to take. We offer a gift wrapping service too.” Christina foun. . .