"I'm sorry," he said, "but I don't think..." Mmm, that's better," Brad said. "Don't you think?" I..." Ed said.Surely, his boss wouldn't approve of wom...n undressing in the car lot. But on the other hand: These people were customers - and the customer is always right. Right?More to the point: Ed found it increasingly hard to concentrate with that pretty little slut showing herself off in the car. He cleared his throat again. Like an idiot, he thought."So..." he said. "Is that the kind of car. I finally appeal for help and you were formed. The powers-that-be told me about you and sent me to find you.”“Powers-that-be? Gods?”“Not in the way human religion thinks of those powers. But more a sense of balance in the Universe. When the balance is disrupted, the powers take action. They realized I needed help and they sent you.”“Just the two of us?”“No, you will have help. There will be . . . you would call them Muses . . . to help you. A friend of mine is gathering them. You are familiar. I wore my tightest crop top that I could find in my wardrobe, along with red fishnet stockings and high heels, suspender belt, and a skimpy skirt, which only just covered my bottom, and no knickers to hopefully enhance my prospects of securing the release of money that I needed from him. When I entered his office, he looked me up and down, his facial expression not even showing a glimmer of interest. I can remember thinking to myself at the time that I was going to have my work cut out here. A long nightie, which she tends to wear more often than not, and a pair of baby pink knickers . I found watching the TV very difficult with her in front of me, my concentration being constantly broken by her fidgeting and trying to get more comfy. Every time I looked down I was drawn to her bare legs of which I could see more of every time she moved. Eventually her nightie had ridden up so far that I could see the unmistakable outline of her backside covered by those baby pink knickers. I.