The Refugee - part 4 rewrite

This is 100 words less than my original - if anyone would like that I will email

We hit the shops hard. It seemed money was no object as I was kitted out, ensuring they also had new supplies. I was counting down the time until we got to the mall, and Jenna insisted that we go into the lingerie shop. We stopped mid-morning at a snack bar in the mall and all shared a Pizza. By the time we reached the lingerie shop, Heather was laughing at every joke.

Now it was time to have fun and start Heather's conversion. I selected a silk half-sleeve cropped tee and skirt pajama set in dark blue and showed it to Jenna.

"This would go lovely with your hair; you should get it."

"I will if you get the black version and look mum there’s one in champagne for you" She took the hangar off the rail and handed it to her mother." All of Jenna’s actions had been programmed into her last night while she lay beside me.

"I think the skirts are a bit short," Heather said laughing as Jenna held hers against herself in front of a mirror.

"Oh mum, don’t be such a granny, it's beautiful isn’t it Nataliya."

"It is lovely. we can all wear tonight, that would be like our own club."

"Oh yes, you have to get it mum."

"Try it and see Heather. I'll try the next thing and Jenna the one after that."

"Yes, do it mum." She shouted full of eagerness.

With a shrug of resignation, her mother took the set into the changing room.

"We want to see," Jenna shouted through the curtain.

I was busy selecting the next item and tossing it to Jenna.

The curtain slowly opened, and Heather stepped out to look in the mirror, at the same time I sensed she wanted our approval.

"Oh my god Mum it's beautiful." Jenna rushed the words out excitedly. It brought a smile from Heather who looked to me for approval.

"You look stunning, spin round slowly let us see you." She laughed and did a slow rotation.

"Heather, it suits you, it shows off your legs, raise your hands over your head." She did so with a laugh and the tee separated from the skirt flashing a toned stomach. She went to go back in, but I wasn’t finished.

"One more, strike a pose, hand on hip, another hand on the leg, and look over the shoulder at me." She placed her hand on her hip, bent her knee stretched her arm out so her hand was resting on her thigh, and turned her head sideways, so she was looking over her shoulder at me.

I made sure to take my time taking in the pose, letting her become aware she was posing for me.

"You look breathtaking. you must buy it." There was a hint of glow in her cheeks, the sexual excitement I spotted in many of my previous victims as they fell for me.

"Yes, I like it." she dropped it into the basket on top of the matching underwear set I had placed inside when she was trying the set on.

"Jenna, you choose something for me now. " I knew exactly what she was going to do.

"Try this." She brought out of her basket a black slit neckline playsuit set, which was backless and sideless showing the side of the breast, it had a full-length drop but a side split to the upper thigh, the semi-transparent material would show every inch of my body.

"I don’t know." Heather started but I had moved forward and grabbed it.

"Ok, we each do one dare this is mine." and stepped into the changing room.

Jemma already knew what she had to select for Heather, so she would be searching for that when I stepped out of the changing cubicle. The playsuit covered me, but it didn’t cover me. When I was still the semi-transparent material all but showed my body, if I moved it flew apart briefly showing my body. With Jemma gone Heather had to face me alone, and there was no way she could project a negative comment at me after all my tragic backstory.

“What do you think of my pose?” I asked innocently as I swept the side with my hand flashing a leg and thigh, my breast visible as I half turned my head towards her. Eyes on her as she stared at my wonderful body.

I was practically naked for her, her eyes traveled all over me and I loved every moment.

“It is stunning Nataliya, but inappropriate.” She smiled.

I ran towards her and hugged her, pretending to be pleading my case but letting her come into contact with my skin.

“That’s why I want to get it, please tell me I can, I promise never to wear it when there are men around. Sometimes I just want to feel inappropriate.” I smiled at her, so close I could have kissed her, and she returned my smile.

“If you love it that much put it in.”

“I promise I will only wear at home with you.” I saw the blush of excitement as she read the sexual intent in my supposedly innocent remark.

“I can’t wait to see your dare, Heather, you won’t chicken out, will you?”

“I won’t chicken out.” She laughed as Jenna came back with her outfit.

She held it and let it unfold, and the smile slid away replaced by anxiety as her inbuilt morality fought back as she held a lace sheer mesh baby doll nighty with a small black thong.

“Try it on granny.” Jenna taunted playfully.

She went inside the cubicle and changed coming back out wearing the short piece of lingerie. It only fell as far as her hips the thin black thong clearly visible underneath.

Heather jutted her chin out and then smiled and I saw a glimpse of the tiger inside her, ready to come out and play in the bedroom. I wanted to bring that inner self out and then drag it into bed with me. I envied her husband who got to fuck her when she allowed, I would have her every day, each time the first time in her mind. I was proud of my body, but she had twenty years on me, and it was still perfect. I wanted it.

“Let’s see your best pose,” Jenna shouted.
Heather laughed and stuck her knee out.
I wasn’t going to let her stop there I framed my fingers into a square and held them up to replicate a camera.
“Let’s see a proper pose over the shoulder.” I coaxed smiling.
She stood still for a moment and locked eyes with me and then she assumed the pose from earlier.
“You can do better than that,” I spoke. “Let’s have a centerfold shot.”
She raised both her hands to run through her hair and held them at the back of her head as she bent a knee.
“Wow, stunning,” I said and she laughed but there was a healthy red glow across her breastbone.
“How about a few more poses.” I moved my hands, but she laughed again.
“That’s your lot I’m changing.”
Jenna your turn I said as Heather vanished from view behind the curtain.
I walked over to her and quickly kissed her on the lips. “You can do this remember what you learned last night.”

When Heather came out of the cubicle, Jenna quickly dashed passed before her mother could identify the clothing.

“What has Jenna got?” She asked me, no concern in her voice which was a good sign.

“She wouldn’t show me; I think she’s seeking your approval. Just as I was.” I held her thoughtful gaze and smiled.

The curtain swept back, and Jenna stepped out wearing a burgundy satin camisole top and shorts, the top touched the shorts but as she spun around the backless exposure brought a gasp from Heather, the briefest strip of material at the base held the sides together and a loose tie connected the top. As she twirled in front of her admirers, air filled the top almost pushing the front away from the body and for a moment her beautiful small breasts flashed at us before they were hidden from sight, leaving a memory of two hard nipples protruding. The shorts covered less than half her ass, sliding deep into her crease tighter than the hottest thong could ever achieve. Heather tracked her spiral movements her eyes locked onto the semi-naked body as it slowly rotated.

“Jenna, you look beautiful, doesn’t she Heather?” I said before she had a chance to disapprove. She was slow responding still tracking the movement of the nymphet in front of her.

“Yes,” She replied slowly almost hypnotised by the sight in front of her.

“I can’t wait for us to do our catwalk later; it will be so much fun,” Jenna said word perfect for what I had told her last night as she lay on my bed open to suggestions.

“Oh, great idea I can’t wait.” I forced a laugh putting pressure on Heather to accept the idea.

“We will see.” She started with uncertainty in her voice. “It’s not a good idea in front of my husband it can be embarrassing.”

“No guys allowed to look; we can have our show in Nataliya’s room. Dad will think it cool, and he gets to see you.” Jenna laughed and I knew she had carried it off perfectly.

We got home late in the afternoon to find Clive watching sport on the television, Jenna took his wine through to him, fussing like a daddy’s girl. I could see Heather was horny and guessed she was about to make an excuse for Clive to go with her to their bedroom, so I sat down by Clive.

“What’s the score, I have always wanted to understand this game.”

Clive started telling me about the stupid rules, but I was conscious of Heather standing there before going to her room alone. A few minutes later I left him and went silently to their room and listened at the door, It was quiet. I opened the door, walked over to the ensuite bathroom, and listened. I could hear Heather gasping as she brought herself off, ‘mmm’ I thought, I knew she was highly sexed, but she was outperforming my dreams.

I slid my finger down my panties and silently rubbed in time with her gasping. When I heard one long gasp I crept away back to the living room.

On the way, I collected a protein drink for Clive.

“These must work fast you have such a good physique,” I said handing him the bottle.

“They work if you stick at them every day.” He was so pathetic, thinking I was interested in his body, but I had tricked many men into letting me into their wives’ panties while believing they were going to get in mine.

“I don’t think I could drink one, not down in one anyway. It’s very impressive.” He had no choice then but to drink it in one go to impress me.

“I would love you to train me, I feel all weak and girly,” I said in a weak girly voice trying to look vulnerable, and doubtless getting his cock hard as he imagined spending time with me.

Later that evening we got dressed for bed and I watched TikTok videos with Jenna while we waited for Heather, and she joined us wearing her new nighty. She told us Clive had gone to bed early and this gave me a chance to spend time with her.