Uniform Stealing Board

HARDING & HOWELL

Zoya stood in the large foyer……….brushing the light rain from her suit jacket……….
She still looked very smart………even though her suit was quite wrinkled, obviously due to normal wear and tear…..…..so far it had been a long day……….and it was still only the afternoon…….

Her makeup was still good, before abandoning the teachers car she had checked her reflection in the rear view mirror ……....maybe only her lips needed a little touching up, but there was no time for doing so at the present……..

The weather was still fairly chilly and generally quite miserable but she felt quite warm…….maybe it was the excitement and the heat of the chase………her adrenalin was pumped……….flowing through her blood……
To any casual observer she just appeared a little flushed……..like some women do……
But Zoya was flushed for another reason……..she was being pursued……….

And there was another factor too………….
She felt very hot between her legs……
That would probably be the result of wearing panties and inappropriate ladies tights with even tighter trousers on top…….
That was not her fault…….the omission of having knee length stockings to accommodate any trousers was down to the woman she had stolen the outfit from…….

She still wore the teachers horn rimmed spectacles……..there were a few drops of water on the thin lenses…….but she ignored that for now……..

Although not required for any medical reason the horn rimmed glasses were very handy to have right now……….if later anyone was required to provide a description of her general appearance, then one of the main characteristics of her features that they would certainly remember is that she wore spectacles………
And nothing else……..they were very distracting on the face………
They altered her profile significantly……….them and the expensive wig, with the rather exotic and continental looking hair style……an hairstyle really adopted by the real Miranda Stephenson……..

The foyer was very bright……..styled in the fashion of much chrome and fake gold………with the comprehensive use of large full length and highly polished mirrors……..the floor was white tile, sometimes overlaid with a rich dark green emerald carpet………..
Lots of equally green sashed curtains disguised such everyday features as fire doors, staff doors and the like……….
The current owners and management had attempted to recreate what the store had looked like in the 1930s……..

The interior design and decoration gave the impression of exclusivity and wealth……..that one had to be special to shop here…………
But that was not the case………although some items were exclusive and thereby expensive……..the store also appealed to the moderately wealthy shopper…….
One just had to only look the part………..
Union flags were strategically placed……….royal seals and crests were aplenty
It was also a tourist trap……….

Two uniformed male security guards were posted near the entrance……….their uniforms were beige and brown………someone had watched too much American television………they both looked like California Highway Patrol……….minus the high boots, aviator sunglasses and motorcycles…….
They both wore peaked caps…….adorned with a gold badge………..likewise on their respective chests…….
Zoya could have sliced through these two in seconds if she chose to………
But she was not here to fight…….….yet
She was here to find another disguise and persona………and then melt back into the busy street outside…..
She was eager to decode Zita’s copy of ‘Heart of Darkness’………

But Zoya was just standing stock still………
At that moment she was experiencing a little spatial shock………...or mild enochlophobia
So far since escaping and after being incarcerated for so long………she had avoided large gatherings of people……..especially large gatherings of other women……..
But this place was full to the brim with them………..
She was unsure if she would be able to control herself…………….

The ground floor looked to be mainly a delicatessen and foodstuff concession………..it was full of trinkets and memorabilia that the typical tourist or business visitor would eagerly buy up…….
The usual English clap trap depicting an age long gone……..and power lost…….
But still……….It all looked very high end………..and expensive
But she was mainly captivated by the people……….and what they wore……
Especially the women……….and how the fashion had changed………
This she already known since hightailing it from the overturned prison transport………

But her senses were briefly overwhelmed by the choice and variety on offer………..
Meaning of course the various styles and cut of the clothing the strolling women wore to cover up their bodies………..and not a bronze metal model of ‘Big Ben’………

Lots of happy looking couples were all together, some hand in hand……..…whether they be husband and wife, fiancé and intended, boyfriend and girlfriend, or just plain lovers……..then there were the friends strolling together and the singles looking around………all moving around the store, busy busy……..shopping, looking for something………..just having a fun time……..

And due to the reputation and social standing of the store……..all seemed finely attired……..they were strutting around in their best…….

But Zoya was experiencing overload……...a sensual overload
Her eyes kept roving, her pupils dilated ……….

All she could see were various females of a different age, shape, and size…………….
All wearing different styles of clothing……..
All prancing around in heels, shoes and boots……….various shades of nylons…………they wore many shades of nylon……
Before she had been imprisoned women generally wore black, taupe or tan stockings…….
Today they were a little more flamboyant……..blue, yellow, purple, aqua……..she saw a lot of white nylon sheathed legs out there………
Her empty stomach began to spasm again…….her loins inside her stolen knickers twitched

Zoya could see that long dresses and skirts were in fashion, many sporting pleats………matched with jackets with wide shoulder pads………..wide collared shirts with white blouses underneath……….
A sort of American TV inspired power dressing……..
Thin clutch bags…….trendy over the shoulder numbers ………..
Expensive designer shoulder bags as these women strutted around with an arrogant confidence………

Others wore tight trousers, high over the hip…….others wore baggy slacks with tight sweaters…….figure hugging and bust revealing…….
Lots of heels and high boots…………….various coloured nylons underneath

Hair styles varied from frizzy perms, long and straight brushed hair, ribbons, clips, scrunchies, bobs to ponytails…….the younger and more daring sported high backed pixie style haircuts, with a fringe cutting across the eye………others just wore their hair straight and natural………other women had chosen tight buns to accentuate the lines of their respective faces……………
Normally those who were more pleasing to look at……….

This society……….or part of it at least………..looked richer…………and cleaner than she had remembered it………

Her musings and fantasies were suddenly disturbed……..

‘Can I help you Madam’ enquired a voice from behind her……
It was a soft female voice with a pleasant and neutral accent……….

Zoya turned around……..her eyes blinking…….bringing herself back to reality
She realized that she was just standing in the middle of the lobby entrance……….with her bag over her shoulder
People were walking around her…….some were staring…….
This was not a good way of remaining invisible……being the grey man…….…just one in the crowd
She blinked again and got her act together……..

She saw the girl who had approached her……..
She was impressed……..

The shop assistant sported a dirty blonde fuzzy perm hairstyle…….she appeared very Farrah Fawcett in appearance………with her sparking blue eyes and heavy use of cosmetics…….lots of foundation and blusher, dark blue eye shadow and dark mascara……..her bow shaped lips sported bright red lipstick……….she wore large gold ear rings……….

She smelled strongly of lavender……….
Zoya breathed her in………..she inhaled that fresh and womanly aroma, she could almost taste her

The girl was all decked out in the livery of ‘Harding & Howell’
Which included an emerald green waistcoat……..tight on her thin waist………..her breasts bulging through from underneath……..she was a nice and hefty ‘C’ thought Zoya, just her size……

The waistcoat sported a gold name badge on one of the ample breasts……in black and in capital letters it revealed the woman’s first name to be ‘KAREN’……….
Under the waistcoat was a brilliant white long sleeved shirt……..at her collar was a short black cross tie………very smart under the starched triangular collars………especially on her slim and unblemished neck

Her dark emerald coloured skirt ended well above her knee……..those shapely knees and legs being encased in soft, smooth and delicious dark and black 40 denier tights……..
She had wonderfully shaped legs……..
Zoya noted a gold wedding band on her finger………lucky man whoever he was, getting to share a bed with her every night……….
She admired her thin waist…….
Her skirt being belted and buckled high and up over her wide hips………….
Her shoes were matt black Mary Janes…….blunt nosed and open…..with a strap over part of the upper foot………the heel being rather pointed but sturdy to walk on……..

Overall……..the uniform was smart and impressive……even more so if the body underneath matched………which was very much so in this case……..

Zoya looked at her…………..
She had a quick and vivid mental image flash into her mind………
She saw this woman in her underwear……..kneeling in a storeroom, hands tied behind her back……cleave gagged and struggling………her head bobbing…..…she was moaning loudly for help……..

The image then quickly disappeared ………all she saw was the girls’ smiling pretty and helpful face…….

Zoya smiled and spoke…….
‘Parlez vous Francais Mademoiselle’

The pretty shop assistant frowned a little…….
‘Sorry………I cannot speak French……..can I help you’ she repeated……….in the patronizing way only English speaking do when not being able to speak another’s language…….
The shop assistant had raised her voice and had spoken slowly……

In accented English……..that suggested she was continental French…….
‘Sorry……..I just felt a little faint that’s all…….it’s the thunder storm……they always give me a terrible headache’

The assistant frowned in genuine concern………
‘Can I get you a glass of water…….an aspirin perhaps’ the girl asked, being very genuine in the offer…….

‘Oh no……..I am alright now……it will pass…...it always does……but thank you anyway…….you have been most kind’
Zoya smiled, all charm………

‘Well…….if you need anything……..then please just ask’ smiled Karen……

Zoya nastily thought……….
Yes, you could have helped me a lot if I was interested in only obtaining a uniform…….
And she did like that uniform on this woman………she had a big urge to find out what she wore underneath…….Zoya suspected that she would not have been disappointed…………

Instead……..in her foreign sounding English……
‘You can tell me on what floor I can find ladies dress’ Zoya asked very timidly……….

The assistant did not point out the obvious……..like a big sign stating what floors served who………
But this customer looked a little lost and disorientated…….just standing there……..so she had offered to help……..as was her job to do so….

The innocent, clean minded and helpful Karen had been naturally ignorant of the real reason on why Zoya had been so mute and inactive…….she had stood there like one of their shop mannequins…….apart from the constantly roving eyes………

Like most normal minded women she would and could never fathom the real reason why this woman was just standing there in the middle of the foyer……..
There had been no headache or dizziness…….
The simple reason was that Zoya had been temporally rendered motionless just by the sheer choice in females within the store………her eyes and brain had been overloaded…..she had freezed up
.
Normal women chose their clothes by inspecting and touching racks and displays……….Zoya normally chose her clothes by inspecting and touching up real women……..

The gullible shop assistant called Karen would have been horrified and terrified at the same time if she had known the real truth…….
She would have called security……..and the Police to make sure……
She thought she was just helping a confused female customer……
Who had taken ill…………after all……….Zoya looked and dressed like a normal woman……albeit French by the sound of it……
A smart and pretty one to boot………
Zoya looked like she belonged at the store……….

The blonde assistant shifted her gaze………Zoya’s followed
Karen pointed to the twin modern and dull metalled escalator………..located nearby was a gold laminated iron grilled and old fashioned lift……..an original and maintained feature of the building…….it was rarely used nowadays……….except by tourists……..

‘First Floor Madam’ smiled the blonde assistant……..

Zoya smiled back ‘Thank you Mademoiselle……..you’ve been most kind’

And then Zoya saw the large sign, listing all the floors…….she looked into those blue eyes……..
She shrugged her shoulders………………

‘I could get lost in a car park no’ laughing at herself……….making out all foreigners were useless with no sense of direction…….in other words playing to stereotype…….
‘Sorry for wasting your time’
‘My pleasure’ said the blond………..she really did have a nice mouth thought Zoya

With regret, and real regret she left Karen behind……..
Maybe next time Dear……….was her parting thought
And now…….the subsequent investigators would maybe get confused looking for a very suspicious acting foreign woman………who was probably French…….
She loved to throw out false leads……..it was like feeding ducks………instead of throwing small pieces of bread she sowed false pieces of information……

Zoya joined the rising escalator ………….which had been constructed with deep steps………
The machine was slow………..she placed a hand on the rubber rail………..and she began to rise to the first floor……..
She had inadvertently followed a woman, this one also carrying a shoulder bag over one arm……..in the other hand was a wicker basket designed for shopping……
Only the best handmade baskets were provided at ‘Harding & Howell’

Zoya was once again sexually distracted…………aroused
She liked what she saw………
Due to the restrictive personal space allowed on an escalator she had been wonderfully reduced to being forced to stare at another woman’s rather peachy posterior…….

She had a very close view indeed……..as the woman in front was also being elevated by the moving stairway…….

The unwary woman who was unknowingly and minutely having her heart shaped arse ogled in detail was wearing a tight navy blue dress, long sleeved and taut on her thin arms…….it zippered at the back, ending at the summit of her backside……..
Zoya had the urge to pull the zip down………revealing all that lay underneath……..

The dress really hugged her body, and the rounded curves of her bottom especially……...she was likewise wearing dark navy blue hosiery, her legs looked fantastic under that light nylon gauze……….her feet shod in dark blue heeled court shoes………

Just from the rear she looked like a very desirable woman indeed……..
But to Zoya, right now……..it was her choice and taste in clothing that made her even more desirable……..
Unbeknown to this nameless woman but her choices in getting dressed that morning had made her a target……..

Zoya just stared ahead at the firm and rounded posterior………she could not detect the ‘Must Have’ panties worn underneath……..
She surmised that the woman must be wearing a slip of some sort……….

Zoya was standing very still and was really close to her, she could discern the weave of the dark blue man made fabric……….her tongue touched her upper lip, tasting lipstick……..another woman’s lipstick
She breathed in deeply……….she detected a musty, sweet odour……the woman’s choice in perfume……….all she had to do was reach out and touch……..grab and squeeze
She resisted the urge to do so…….
Having the woman scream out now would be self destructive……..she would have plenty of time to scream later…….
She could scream all she wanted when suitably gagged……..

She looked to her left instead……..her crotch was tingling………for the umpteenth time that day her poor stolen knickers were once again becoming moist………
Fair play……..Miranda Stephenson’s panties were receiving a right battering this day……more of a run that the original owner had ever given them…….
And that was saying something what with Miranda Stephenson being somewhat of a sex maniac……..

The escalator finally reached the top…….she drew level with the woman wearing the navy blue dress……..her bra band was visible on her back……showing through her dress………she must be wearing a waist slip
Zoya wanted to wear that currently undetectable slip……….

The oblivious and endangered female had let her dark hair loose and slink over her shoulders……she had rich and fine hair……it shined in the artificial light…….her dark mane appeared to be well looked after………well brushed, with no split ends

She was well groomed and had a sexy feminine style to her……..

The woman gingerly stepped off like people do from escalators…….………
Then paraded onto the first floor……..her wide hips swinging with that confidence certain women were capable of….....her shoes clicking and clacking on the tiled floor..………her handbag over her shoulder……….basket in hand……
Her backside swinging provocatively……….

Zoya attempted to follow to see where she went…….
Looking for an opportunity………
She followed at a distance……….

As she stalked her intended prey she looked for a place……..a place where they could both be alone…….
She could only see a portion of the floor…….
A nearby fire exit was no good…….

There was a service lift……..maybe she could entice her inside, pretend to be an undercover store detective……..take her to the basement…….there must be one down there……..in the darkened quite of a storeroom……..both of them together and alone……it would take seconds for Zoya to persuade her to strip………then with Zoya changing into her clothes ………the woman suitably subdued and tied up…….watching Zoya do so……...in outraged but helpless silence

Her unspoken nefarious plans came to a crashing halt………

She saw a smiling man approaching the woman…..wearing jeans and a brown suede leather jacket…..he looked fit and was rather good looking……
Zoya thought the worse……..
Zoya pretended to go through a rack of identical white woollen one piece dress’s……..as if looking for a size……..
Unworn clothes, however sexy or practical were a nicety and a necessity……….but they were not a burning desire
That woman’s clothes were a burning desire……..
They would smell of her…….that sweet musty odour that she must have sprayed all over her body earlier this day……..
Probably early this morning……..when she was getting dressed………

As the man approached the woman he declared…..
‘Hi Love…..found anything’
Much to Zoya’s disappointment the woman embraced him and lightly kissed him on the lips…….
‘Not yet…….come on…..help me choose’

It was then Zoya saw the wedding band on her finger………
Shit……she thought
The woman turned around with him…….matching his step………her long navy sheathed legs stretching the skirt of her dress……
Her heels hitting the tiles………

Yep……..she was good looking alright……..dark eyes…….her lips coated in a light rose pink lipstick……..a little blusher there…….
The woman had been blessed with a good sized bust…….her dress was tight over them, no nipple flash………..a full cupped bra under there……..looked Zoya’s size too…..
All glimpsed and sized up in under a second……..

But that was all she got to see………when both husband and wife had turned around they had begun to walk toward and past Zoya………
Who was still pretending to check sizes on a certain dress…….

The man slipped his arm around his wife’s thin waist and they both walked away……..
They looked very happy together……….

Zoya passed on that one……..what else could she do……

Fuck……she thought……she looked just the right size too……..and she had liked her outfit, liked it a lot…..…all of it……..those navy blue nylons would have looked smashing on her legs……already warm, fluffy and smooth…….
Plus the rest of it, tragically unseen………untouched by Zoya’s eager hands……..

She had to find someone soon……
They could find that bitch’s car at any time…….
You did not have to be a professor to work out on where she had bolted to……….

This store was full of activity ……..there must be other little lambs to fleece…….
She returned the unwanted dress back on the rack and continued to walk on……..

Not one of them realized that there was a wolf among them……..a wolf who wished to devour them……
She noted that generally the women had their heads down…….
All their concentration was focused on selecting clothes………………
No one was paying attention to her…….when she was totally focused on them……..

She moved on…….pretending that she was just looking……….
Looking for something that would catch her eye……..
Normally that would involve seeing and appreciating a nice piece of clothing……...in her case it meant noticing a nice woman……..generally in her size……

She walked further on through the displays………

Another woman inadvertently approached her…….she was a lot older……..holding a basket with what looked like a sweater and a scarf inside……..and maybe a pair of ladies black leather gloves…….
The tall woman was walking slowly…….looking at the displays…….

She had greying hair in a tight bun……held by pins and a black plastic clip…....and she wore gold framed glasses…….
She had gold studs in her ear lobes……
Her face was weathered a little by time……there were obvious wrinkles around her blue eyes…...a thin face that hinted at a past beauty………
She wore little makeup, just a little dark eye shadow………her lipstick light, a pale red……a natural shade that was not flashy or gaudy at all……

She wore a long grey coat…….a nylon mix……….her black bag over her shoulder………

Underneath the coat she had chosen to wear a thin translucent shirt type blouse……
It was well open on her neck and chest, a thin gold chain around her wrinkled skin…..….so thin was the shirt that one could easily discern the clam trimmed support bra underneath……complete with its floral inlaid design……..her white bra cups plainly on view……….
There was far too much show through of her underwear for a woman of her age……maybe she was making a statement…….

Her bust was too small to match Zoya’s……..she had noticed that deciding fact straight away……..also that the older woman was taller than herself……...much taller
Her hips were rather bony too……with her short black nylon skirt……..black 40 denier tights……..heeled black shoes……..
She was way too thin for Zoya…….and Zoya was slim and in good shape

Although the woman……..maybe 50 something……… had very good taste in clothes…….and rather daring for someone her age…….Zoya decided to pass………the unsuspecting woman was just not a good fit…….way to thin and way too tall……..

But Zoya, pretending to look at some casual tops, did have an afterthought……..
It would have been an interesting concept for Zoya……..
On seeing herself……..…a much younger woman in the older woman’s clothing……….even in that sexy looking underwear……..making the clothes be what they should and were intended to be…………sexy and alluring………….rather than a ‘Last throw of the Dice’ against time itself…….

Sad really……...but she supposed that it would happen to us all…….…….
It would have been an interesting social experiment…….
But she let the woman pass without following……...
Zoya did not have the time to play her usual games…….

She kept moving…….
A large selection of women’s coats and jackets along here……..

Then she saw something that caught her eye…….
A sign that said ‘Changing Room’…………….
She walked over………

A wide arched opening set into magnolia painted walls……..
Emerald green curtains on either side………..the ‘Changing Room’ sign set above the arch……..
Two gold stanchions sat on either side of the arches…………a red extendable fabric barrier could be deployed and inserted if necessary ………signifying that the changing facility was closed…….
Likewise was suspended on one side of the wall was a turnaround ‘Open’ and ‘Closed’ sign……..hanging from a gold chain…….

Zoya approached……..
She peered inside what appeared to be a tunnel come corridor………
It was slightly darker inside……..it looked sung………the manmade burrow oozed privacy…….

On the left was a clothing rack……….which held returned or unsuitable items of ladies apparel, rejected for whatever reason by various shopping enthused females……….

A narrow and high topped pedestal table was in one corner, the rack right next to it………to the right was a dark green curtained off entrance to the individual changing cubicles……………

Behind the desk was the changing room attendant……..
She was there now…….
Another cute little number…….
Zoya could only view her from the chest up……..as she was standing directly behind the high table…..
Zoya could tell straight away that she was small and rather petite……..
Her small but shapely build would never do for Zoya…….
The girl was a rather pretty doll like thing…….

Her hair tightly tied back over her forehead……..at the back her jet black hair was held in a tight and small bun………
She wore the identical emerald green uniform and white shirt, complete with the sexy black ladies cross tie at her neck…….
The girl looked up from what she was doing and saw Zoya looking at her……..she smiled at her
Zoya smiled back and waggled a few fingers in a friendly and harmless gesture…….

She turned and moved on……..interesting………..she may have found a suitable place……
She took a look at the sign above the entrance……
‘Changing Room’………how apt……….

She saw another installed feature………
Outside the changing rooms was a dark green baize circular sofa or settee……….360 degrees with a tubular coned central back rest………no doubt designed for bored and impatient waiting men………waiting as their wives and girlfriends squeezed into skirts and dresses, tried on bras or forced themselves into tight jeans……..
All for their pleasure……..or that’s what they thought……..

No one was there right now……..

Zoya moved over to the sofa……..she sat down on the soft one piece cushion and crossed over her legs…..
Her shoulder bag at her side…….
Time……it was always time…….she had to leave here although there was some safety in numbers
She looked at her stolen watch………
She wished now that she had parked further away from the store……..

She would have to do the unthinkable……..
She would have to purchase a new outfit…….
She wanted to check how much she had to spend……..all on the account of the no doubt still indisposed Miranda Stephenson……..hopefully still bound and gagged in her flat
She opened her bag and searched for the purse inside……..
She rummaged inside……then rummaged further……..
Under those sling backs……..the book was still there……..thank god
But no fucking purse…..
She kept searching……….a little frantic now
Until finally she gave up……..
It must have been one of those pig fuckers at the prison………
One of them had stolen her purse…….
She had never noticed a thing……..whoever it was had been very good……..that was probably why they were in prison in the first place…….
At least one of those sad fuckers was good at something………
A pick pocket extraordinaire………the mother fucking bitch……..whichever one it had been……
Great……..now she had no cash or card to buy new clothes………

She stood up…….closed the bag and placed the strap back over her shoulder…….
She looked at the various women who continued to shop……

Back to plan A……..she needed one of these bitches clothing…….…and fast
If anything……...Zoya was good in a crisis…….an expert problem solver…….
She would have to indulge in a little subterfuge……..

She walked back over to were the store kept its range of outer clothing……..
She lightly sauntered over to the racks and wall rails…….
Looking for an unwilling victim…….

She now avoided couples……….
Even what looked like Mothers with their daughters………..

She was after a single female……..a woman on her own
One that would not be missed by a bored husband or boyfriend………..
She would not be fussy now……..age was not an issue, as long as the outfit would suit her……

Most of the women around her did not meet this category……….they were either with their partners or accompanied by some adolescent child……..or with their twenty something daughter……..or two young ladies together……..
The remaining singles were much older………like the tall well dressed woman of earlier…….
The fat or obese were out of the equation……..so too were the terribly thin, who tended to be flat chested with no figure……

Likewise people of colour……..if any, the store was not that kind of establishment……
Unless one was from an oil rich state…….or a so called diamond rich African Democratic Republic……in that case money topped all and the doors of London were swung wide open in welcome…….
But these high class rollers were normally accompanied by minders……..
So they were out too……..
And she hadn’t seen any rich singular Arab ladies either………

If she was going to steal someone’s clothes then they would have to match her figure and complexion……..and her age group……..and vital statistics
She was in a hurry now…….
She started to search without drawing attention to herself……
She kept drawing blanks…….

She was about to give up…….…and chance going through the front door………and back onto the street as she was……..
There must a pub near here, there always was in this country………..and they always contained half sloshed males ready for a good time……..who with the aid of alcohol looked at themselves as god’s gift to women………
She would choose maybe an overweight middle aged type to latch onto and flutter her eyes…….stick out her chest……..play the desperate woman in need of rough and casual sex…….
After all…….it does happen……
Some sad married fuck who thought he had struck lucky……..regardless of how they themselves looked……..
Maybe she could pick up one of them, who hopefully lived nearby……….he may have a wife at work or somewhere else………..anywhere but in her own home………a wife who had a full wardrobe of clothing to use and abuse……….

When……….finally………..
Halleluiah……….she may have just been saved from that rather nauseating scenario………

She had just spied one luckless woman that looked the real deal……….she was in the next aisle, she had just left the lingerie section, which Zoya dare not have entered…….in case poor Miranda’s panties exploded……..

The woman was now looking at a rack of dresses……….

Zoya casually made her way over to were the woman stood perusing a line of frocks……..
She pretended to do the same……..

Light music played over the store internal speaker system……..referred to as the Tannoy in this country as per the brand……………..

As per usual Zoya stole glances at her intended target…….
At first glance……..
The concentrating woman looked to be her height and the same build……….
She edged closer pretending to be interested in the line of dresses and frocks on display……..

The woman’s feet were hard to judge in size…….but looked comparable at first glance…….
She was looking and bending down pretending to look and feel the quality on the hemline of a black and white Pokka dotted full length dress……….in fact she was looking at the stocking sheathed feet and legs of another woman………
Taupe hosiery…….she liked this woman already………

Zoya remembered that she still had those black sling backs in reserve……..they definitely fitted her……..

The woman’s shoes were very feminine………looking very dainty and cute on her feet………
Almost a Cinderella affect…….
She was wearing shiny gold shoes…….very slim in design…….
Due to the sharp downward incline of her feet……..the thin strap cut across her upper foot…….not around her ankle…….
Her dark stockinged feet were prominent within the shoes………due to them being mostly open………
Under the acute arch of her shoe was a thin and sharp pointed heel………..her heel held in place by gold leather…….
The toe of the shoe was open………revealing that the woman had painted her toe nails a deep red…….the fullness of the varnish being disguised and obscured by the nylon encasing those same feet……….her stockings appeared to be seamless over her toes…….
Zoya admired a woman who made the effort with detail on what she wore……..it showed a certain pride and class…….
And after all………Zoya intended to be the beneficiary of all that careful effort……...and Zoya was very appreciating of this woman’s careful preparation………
Inwardly she thanked her……..

Zoya reached further down to another dress, a floral pattern of the same design……both long sleeves, made of a rather sheer material………
She was using any excuse to stay low so that she could have a look at her new outfit……..especially this woman’s legs…….

As stated, the woman had chosen that morning to squeeze herself into dark taupe shaded nylons, an intermediate shade between dark brown and grey………..
Before being imprisoned and denied the luxury Zoya rather favoured them……..or more accurately favoured those purchased and worn by other woman……….
The women she had taken them from were never in a position to properly protest……..
It was the nature of her profession……..

This woman had nice shaped calf’s and legs……….so were the knees under those gossamer nylons……..the dress hemline sat just above them, rustling slightly as she moved……..soft well shaped knees……..no blemish marks……….
Her dress’s hemline ended just above them……….from her thin waist the dress rather splayed out and was free flowing down her hips and thighs….……….
It was not a figure hugging garment like that lucky bitch in the navy blue number……..she had been very lucky indeed as she had been the first choice……...the first decent looking and fitting woman Zoya had encountered……….
But she had been closely accompanied……..

But this one seemed to be shopping alone……..
The dress was synched tightly around her slim waist by a thin black belt……..
The dress sported four buttons on the collar bone of chest…….
The garment hung loose on her chest……..
They were merely an adornment as the dress zippered from the back …….they blended in with the colour of the garment…….a dark apricot, or very light orange……..
The colour went well with the taupe hosiery and slim gold heels………

The small rounded neckline was festooned with a slim bow that also drooped towards her breasts…….covering the buttons……..
This was where they were both at odds in size………

The woman’s bosom was a lot smaller than Zoya’s, they made impression under the dress……….the woman was probably a ‘B’ in cup size……..their chest size’s looked comparable…….
The dress looked like it could cope with the extra weight and size of Zoya’s bosom……..
The woman’s brassiere was safe from being expropriated………much to Zoya’s disappointment………her current one was feeling rather damp under the breasts…..
She then noted the long sleeves………being rather loose and free on her arms with ruffled cuffs upon her wrists……
She had worn a gold bracelet on her right wrist, with dangling threads of gold……..rings on her fingers…….including a rather thick wedding band, plus a ring with a large white dazzling stone………
This woman was not short of a penny or two……
Good……..she could afford the loss of her clothes…….

But what had really caught her eye was the colour of the woman’s dress……..a nice dark apricot, almost orange……..it went well with the taupe shaded nylons and the strapped, slinky gold shoes…………..
The dress glistened in the artificial light…….it had an inlaid design………metallic gold swirling flowers…….hardly noticeable unless the light caught it……..
She liked the look…….
She wanted to look like that……….

Zoya had spent to long sizing up and admiring that dress……
The woman being intimately examined had not noticed……….
Until now……….the woman had caught her looking………she was holding up a grey frock……….

She looked inquisitively at Zoya……..wondering what this other woman wanted…….
‘Can I help you’ she had a nice voice………..but there was an accent there………maybe a European accented English……
The woman’s skin tone was rather tanned……...she was not pasty white………
The woman was not a youth either…….probably in her late twenties, could be early thirties…….

She had dark coloured hair, jet black in fact…….with a centre parting, hair brushed over her forehead, ending just above her brown and slashed eyebrows….…….voluminous straight hair cascaded down to her shoulders, totally covering her ears……..which then around her shoulders and neck formed into styled waves and curls……………her hair looked very rich, full and luxurious

She had brown intelligent eyes…….dark mascara and a gray eye shadow made her look rather sensual…….

She had a small and well shaped nose…..
Thin wide lips coated in a burgundy red lipstick……..
Her cheeks were thin and she had a triangular chin…….
She had been rather restrained in using face powder, her olive skin did not really need anything but a suitably toned light layer….………and she had been rather tasteful in her use of the blusher……
She looked attractive, mature and smart…….

The smart and attractive woman looked rather annoyed at being gawped at………
Maybe thinking why was this stranger taking an undue interest in her……..

Zoya smiled………she was good at that, it made her face so disarming and normal………

‘Oh…..I’m so sorry Madame’ using her French accentuated English

The woman waited for an explanation……..she did not ask or confirm that she was English…….
Maybe she just did not care……

‘I hope you do not mind me staring……..It’s just I think your dress is marvellous…….did you buy it here Madame’ Zoya looking flattering and coy

The woman was kind of knocked off track with that……..she had expected trouble……her body language seemed to relax with that…….
It was just two ladies shopping and swapping tips……..

‘Ah……no actually’, she had an accent alright…..maybe she was Spanish or Italian…….she did not look Greek……..
But she was definitely not British………

‘I would love to have one…….where did you buy it’ she repeated

The woman paused…….her eyes taking in the stranger……..she looked and sounded normal enough……the woman had also guessed that she was not British……….even though her completion was very pale……
She looked like one of them………but did not sound so……..

‘There is a French boutique…….Cote d’azur……..do you know it’ asked the woman………she was not being very friendly…….
‘No…….I would like to though…….I miss French fashion’
The women still seemed not to care on the hint that she was pretending to be French………

‘It’s off Wellington Street……not far from here’
‘Thanks…...I will check it out’

‘Please do…….they have some great and expensive pieces’
It was said in a sort of sneer that only another woman could pick up on…….it was like the woman was insinuating that Zoya could not afford to shop there……
‘Merci and Au Revoir Madame’
‘No problem and Adios Senorita’
So she was Spanish……….or Spanish speaking
Zoya saw the very thin gold necklace around her neck…….it was not very long, it ran high along were her neck connected with her upper chest bone………..she had missed that the first time around…….

Zoya pretended to walk away…..…..she retreated to a rack lined with long pleated, floral patterned skirts………..
But she knew this woman was the one…….
Arrogant swine……..she had even called her a young lady, she recognized the tone……it had been condescending as if the woman was somehow superior……..
She was speaking Spanish in a dialect that was not Castilian…….
She left the woman browsing clothing that she would never wear……..
She would soon be without the ones she already had on…..….let us see how superior she was going to feel and behave then……..
The lone female was left shopping oblivious of the nefarious fate that awaited her……..she had a dress in her hand, hanging from a wooden hanger…….
She had selected the grey slightly translucent frock with a built in slip set within its halter………fair play…….the woman was chic in her style……..
She was probably going to try it on soon……
A woman like that would never buy a dress before seeing how it looked on her figure……..they were always too vain to do otherwise……..

Zoya moved on quickly from the skirts………
She needed some tools of the trade so to speak……..and quickly
She moved with a purpose………

She was looking for the cashier checkout station………she first saw the sign hanging from the polystyrene tiled ceiling……….there was also squares of bright light interspersed within the pattern of the ceiling………….
A modern touch in the décor of the store…….but who generally took note of the ceiling when shopping…….

She briskly marched to the station……..there was a queue there…..
Behind the chunky IBM cashier tills were two other young women……..both decked out in the dark green uniforms of ‘Harding & Howell’s’………
She gave her apologies to those in the queue……..indicating she was not jumping the line………all she wanted was one of those handcrafted baskets……..

She also noted in the queue the attractive woman in the tight fitting dark navy blue dress…..snuggling up to her husband, she was holding a basket that contained at least one new brassiere…….pink in shade, lots of lace……..god knows what other naughty goodies were in there……….
The Bitch thought Zoya……..it could have easily been you

She took her empty basket and headed to the lingerie department……………..
She had to now………she was determined not to get distracted………just in and out………….
Any lingerie collection was like an Aladdin’s cave for Zoya…………….
She took a deep breath……….
She could not afford to linger in here, like she naturally wanted too……….
Time was getting on…….

But still………the sight of all these racked ladies undergarments…..mannequins in sexy lingerie……..advertising sexy and gorgeous stockings and suspenders……it made her heart ache in want……..
A majority of the women within the lingerie section could never carry off wearing this type of underwear……
Most, except the very few that were blessed, walked on by the stands and their gorgeously attired dummies……..

But still, all around Zoya were various types of women………….
They were all carefully selecting their future undies, mostly normal, everyday and conservative pieces…….taking time on what went intimately over their soft skin………

Zoya briefly closed her eyes..…...no stopping…………and keep walking

She had seen a young woman, wearing a tight grey and flecked skirt…….her arse rounded and lush……..she had been inspecting a silky white half slip, complete with a clam laced hemline…………the woman was now holding the shiny polyester slip against her waist…..checking were it would sit on her thighs and knees………..
It was bloody torture sometimes…………keep moving she told herself
It all made her insane with lust…….

She then quickly moved on……..she had spotted the display she was after……..
She wanted something else……..
For some reason they were in the lingerie section……
She placed in her basket various items of jewellery……..nothing expensive…….the real jewels were on the floor above……..under lock and key……..these items were faux jewellery, fashion items to compliment varied outfits…………..and underwear………..
But still, all altogether……..they were not cheap either……..but if you were caught stealing them no one was going to call Interpol…..……..
She did not intend to pay for any of it……..but the items would serve a purpose she had in mind……...

She needed just a few more things……..they were important too
She panned around……..
There they were………..
A section of the lingerie department was dedicated to ladies hosiery……………..mannequin or dummy thighs and legs had been set into the wall and on display cases……..show casing various different colours and deniers……….stockings and tights…….

There were a few women there……..perusing the choices on offer………
A mature female in a flashy business suit and skirt was flicking through packets of tights…….probably looking for the correct size that suited her……

A younger female…….maybe around twenty with frizzy, Cyndi Lauper type hair, dressed in a leather jacket and a short denim skirt…….her long legs in light blue tights…….her feet in clunky Doctor Martin black boots……..was doing the same………she was looking at a selection of white nylons…….
Zoya quickly selected what she needed regardless of size…….
After all she did not intend to wear them anyway……….

With her task completed she went back quickly to the outer wear section………she was glad to leave all the intimates behind……….with all these clueless and unwary women surrounded by soft cotton, nylon, satin and silk, just going about their naturally inclined business………
Unaware that they were being watched……...their bodies crudely scrutinized just like the various inanimate mannequins on display………
Her mind was racing with various fantasies and scenarios…….

She panned around again……..looking for the woman in the dark orange dress……
She was much relived……..when she spotted her…….

The olive skinned woman had a medium sized handbag over her shoulder………the strap being of an intricate gold coloured metal design……

Once again……it was a chic and tasteful choice that matched her outfit……

Zoya noted that her hands were full………much fuller than before……….surely she would be visiting the ‘Changing Room’ soon………
The woman was holding two new dresses by their hangers in one hand……..there was a grey short skirt there too……
She was currently gently caressing with her spare hand the fabric on a pair of women’s trousers……………

She absentmindedly swiped her handbag back into place…….it had inadvertently swung loose, and with her hands full of prospective clothes……….which was very annoying for her………
Zoya hoped that she would be off soon to try them all on……..

Zoya herself went towards the changing room with her basket in her hand………
She looked like any other shopper……..casually waltzing along like she had no care in the world……..
Once there she sat down on the circular sofa and waited…………pretending to wait for a partner or a friend, occasionally looking at her watch and looking around, as if searching for someone……..but in reality just hoping that the women in the light orange dress would soon join her………and enter the very discreet ‘Changing Room’…….

She crossed over her legs……..running her hand over her beige trousered thick thigh…….
She was already wearing another woman’s clothes…….now she needed those of another………
She saw a stout woman leaving the changing room……….
Not really her thing……...but still, she was rather smartly attired………

No one else came out……..the same pretty attendant was at her station……..assisting various woman with their no doubt enjoyable shopping experience……..and likewise ensuring that none of them were running off with the merchandise either……..

Even though there were lots of female shoppers not many were using the fitting room…….
She thought that through……..the last thing she needed was someone walking in and disturbing her work……….
The lack of foot traffic was probably due to the hassle of taking ones clothes off and then correctly putting them back on…….it was not easy for a woman to get dressed so easily……….…especially within the confined space of a changing cubicle……..
And…….
They wore so much on an everyday basis……….too many straps and too much elastic, all usually very tight fitting……..and restrictive……….and if sensual to look at, they were generally uncomfortable to wear for any long period of time……….
It was mostly easier to just take them home and try them on there in the comfort and privacy of ones bedroom…..……if they didn’t fit correctly it was just as easy to bring or take them back to the store for an exchange or refund………
Hence, the changing room was underused……..today at least
Plus, it was late afternoon in the working week……..and not the weekend……..
So that explains that……….

But Zoya felt that the woman in orange would visit the ‘Changing Room’……...she had felt it in her bones………deep within her tight and thin tummy……
It was obvious in what she now wore, her tasteful use of makeup……her nice and well kept hair……..that she was a woman who took time and effort on how she looked…..
She appeared more of a lady of leisure……….and was in no particular rush………..

Suddenly a couple sat next to her on the circular sofa……..at a discreet distance of course
But the man was within reach……..if one needed to
She secretly spied on the two……..
Looking nonchalant, but in reality very wary and alert…….

They were both rather loud, noisy and bothersome………they had that annoying middle class accent, maybe learnt at a good school……..they both oozed the persona of self entitlement………
They were both young……...maybe in their mid twenties……..…both were rather good looking………
The young woman had no extra clothes with her……….nothing to try on and no basket either…..
Zoya was relieved……….she would not be using the fitting room……..
Hopefully…….

The female had long and fine blonde hair that looked natural……...held in place at the back with a large black velvet scrunchie…………
Her face was thin, well defined, a little regal in heritage………gold earnings shimmered in the bright light….……blue eyes and painted red lips………she wore a fair amount of tastefully applied makeup……….her pale cheeks heavily rouged……..
She looked very upper class………and definitely the product of an expensive prep school………

The blonde girl teasingly smirked and slyly played her dazzlingly blue eyes at the young man who had playfully nestled his head into her shoulder……….her hand stroked his neck……..they both giggled like children

The young woman’s curvy figure sported a long black dress, with a scooped deep neckline………plunging into a deep cleavage…….Zoya was impressed with the curve of her breasts…….and their size……..a near enough fit she thought…….
The dress was transparent around the halter and shoulders……..
Zoya could see shoulder straps under the flimsy black material……..the outline of black support cups…..
The young woman had worn a plain and unadorned slip underneath……..the lower dress was tight on her waist, belted………..from her wide hips the dress was loose, free and easy…….….very flowing and pleated, its hemline reaching down to the middle of her strong looking calf’s…….

She had crossed over her legs when reclining………….she looked very relaxed, looking up at the young man……….looking coy and inviting………. the male was probably her boyfriend, or just could be a casual acquaintance ………only they knew…..…
But she did appear to be a very confident and proficient flirt………

Zoya noted on her extended leg that the long skirt of the dress had risen up……..revealing black nylon layering her long legs………..a nice off black in colour, slate black……… whether they were tights or stockings was unknown…….but she definitely looked like a stockings girl, she could carry them off with absolute confidence……..
Zoya imagined her in a matching garter or suspender belt……..
Yes……she could…….she would look wonderful in them……….

Her black boots were trendy…….narrow calf on the leg, knee length with a pointed toe and a narrow stiletto heel……..
Her elevated and booted foot was waggling up and down…..
She was making eyes with the guy……
He vice versa…….

She caught part of the conversation……..a lot of ‘Darling’…………’Sweetie’ and the like……..
It made Zoya feel quite queasy………..all that mock snobbery………
A passing older couple……...maybe in their mid fifties just shook their heads in disgust…….
Zoya could hear them think………..’Bloody younger generation………we are all doomed’……….that sort of thing…….
This was not the way one behaved in ‘Harding & Howells’

She came to the same conclusion as the older couple……..that they were both self absorbed and annoying arse holes……..making a disgraceful spectacle of themselves in public…….
Very unBritish………..
She would put pay to them…….
Although not in her usual ‘Binding Way’……..
Even though the Blonde girl was suitably attired and met all the standard criteria for being rendered so………

The convict who had stolen her purse, a purse she had stolen herself, was not the only one deft at pick pocketing………or the reverse of it

Zoya discreetly began to fill the deep pocket of the male’s overcoat………with the faux jewellery………slowly at first……...pausing when someone passed by………then continuing with her sly insertions……..
He was wearing one of those oversized and baggy black trench coats that the current trendy pop stars were wearing……….
He also looked like a pretentious and posing prat……..
A long black Gothic coat with one of those shiny metallic gray looking shirts underneath……..

With his slick quiffed hair he did not notice his deep pocket being interfered with as he was totally engrossed in touching up his blonde girlfriend………
His left hand was resting on and at the same time caressing the blonde’s waist…….gently feeling her dress and the skin underneath…..……..his hand rising slowly to a breast……..

Zoya continued to fill the pocket…….until all the jewellery had disappeared from her hand basket
No one had noticed…….

Zoya waited now……..
Where was the woman in orange…….
She waited…….
This was a throw of the dice……..she was throwing all her plans to chance……..

Finally……..
Glory be she thought……….finally Fortuna was cutting her some slack……..

There she was……..striding towards the changing room……..
She had three dresses and a pair of slacks in her overloaded arms……plus her handbag over her shoulder…

Zoya noted how the orange dressed swished around her legs as she strutted along with confidence…….
Her face stern and serious…….
She flipped her head at times………her fringe of hair shifting from her eyes
But she looked good……..
Even though she was older than the Blonde tit nearby…….and not as good looking……..Zoya found her more attractive……
The maturity in how she carried herself……….her gait…..her posture…….
And her excellent taste in clothes………
Zoya really fancied that dress…….

She watched the woman enter the changing room…….her image becoming darker with shadow……
Zoya watched the woman conversing with the pretty attendant………..who began to check the items that the woman intended to try on……..

She saw the attendant handling and lifting the dresses………the slacks…..
Handing them back……
Finally, still smiling, the attendant allowed the woman to proceed……….
She disappeared from view……..slipping behind some dark blue curtains…….

Quickly…….before anyone else wished to use the fitting room, Zoya stood up, retrieved her shoulder bag and the hand basket and purposefully marched over to the arched entrance……….
The two posers did not even notice that she had upped and left…….
Zoya had smelt an acidic aroma around them…….they must have been drinking………wine by the smell of it….
She had deduced they were both rather tipsy……

Once inside the attendant looked up from her ledger and smiled……….ready to welcome her new customer…..
Although she had noted with an experienced eye that this new woman was carrying no clothes to try on………

She was rather cute……thought Zoya
The girl in the uniform was the first to speak………all teeth and lipstick……..

‘Good afternoon Madam’ in that uniformal ‘Harding & Howell’ greeting…….

This time Zoya spoke in the voice of Miranda Stephenson………

‘Hi……I do not wish to sound like a bore’……….she pretended to sound sheepish……..or slightly embarrassed that she had to disclose such spiteful information…….

‘But I believe I saw somebody in the act of shoplifting……….’ she gave that demure look she was very good at……even her face was flushed with anxiety

The girl behind the counter suddenly became very serious…….her painted smile disappeared

‘Sorry…..’ exclaimed Zoya………..her acting skills superb as per usual

‘Oh no …….Madam, please……..it’s not your fault…….who did you see’ her round lips and mouth slightly open………she had good white teeth…….…nice and trusting wide black eyes………nice and thin eyelashes………a grey eye shadow on her lids………

‘The smartly dressed couple outside sitting on the sofa…….judging by their appearance one just would not believe it’ she offered

The girl came from behind the counter…….

‘I think they have been drinking’ she added
As the shop girl passed by Zoya gave her a hearty visual going over………

Again…….Zoya really liked what she saw there……..
The girl was a petite, small and very well proportioned package…….
Totally not her size…….in anything she wore…….on top or underneath

But still…….her pert little bottom jiggling under the tight emerald green skirt…….
Her shapely legs encased in black nylon………
The curve of her rounded bust………
Zoya would take it given the chance………but it was all work nowadays………

‘It can take all sorts Madam’ explained the girl……...unaware she was being visually molested……

She was now peering out from the entrance……….Zoya was just behind her…….close……very close…..…she could smell her perfume……….she breathed it in…………she could plainly see the hair on the back of her neck………the small band that kept her hair in place……the dark pins……the wisps of hair that had escaped from her tight bun…….
Her tiny gold studs set in her small ear lobes……..

The innocent attendant looked out unaware of the change in face of the woman behind her……
Being this close It would be so easy thought Zoya………...her dark eyes narrowing……….
A quick strong hand over the mouth, yanking her back in, dragging her towards the cubicles……her arms flailing………….her black clad legs kicking out………....

But the cute attendant was not the target……..she was the distraction……..

‘Is that them’ enquired the innocent girl……..

From behind in a timid voice ‘Yes……that’s them……sorry’ as a weak apology……..

‘It’s okay Madam I will deal them’ the girl sounded quite confident…….indicating that she had dealt with this sort of thing before……...many times………...which in fact she had…….

‘Okay……..I will stay here if you do not mind…….I do not like confrontation’

The girl assured her…………
‘Sure…….What did they take’
‘It’s the chap……….I saw him stuffing jewellery in his right coat pocket’
‘Okay…..leave it to me’

She turned around very suddenly….….almost bumping into Zoya……..
They were that close their breasts nearly rebounded off each other……….
The dark haired girl looked very confused on why the woman had been so close to her……..

‘Sorry’ said Zoya……….who had made a point on always apologizing…….…coming across as a weak female……..she took a step back giving them both space
‘I’m very nervous’ offered Zoya……….
The girl looked at her…….

‘Just wait here…….in case the store detective wants a word’
‘Yes….of course’

With that the girl walked towards the round sofa and the unsuspecting couple……
She had a nice walk too…….thought Zoya……….with a wiggling peachy bottom……..

Zoya watched the attendant approach the couple………
Initially they looked very calm and friendly as the uniformed girl spoke to them
She could see their faces change……..the look of indignation and insult……
The attendant not backing off…..
The male becoming red and angry…..
His blonde piece backing him up……
The girl pointing at his right hand side pocket……
The confusion……..him probably protesting and giving a denial of any wrong doing…..
The girl insisting……..
The final resignation and cocky manner in which his hand went to the pocket…….
As his hand slipped inside the look incomprehension on his face…….as he delved deeper there was a look of horror on his face…..
His hand came out of the pocket clutching a large amount of jewellery gripped in his fist ……..
Zoya could see the panic in his eyes……the unheard protestations of innocence…….
He stood up………so did his blonde……...also gesticulating ……...hands thrown wide in protest…..
Finally in shocked confusion they were led away by the petite shop attendant…….
Both were ushered away in a different direction from that of the ‘Changing Room’……closely followed by the attendant……

Good thought Zoya……
Hopefully a nice long trip to the security office and the store detective……..
They would be gone for some time……
And a little more time she required………..
The trio moved out of sight completely…………

She had to move quickly now……….the changing room was now hers to play with….…….

Or to put it more candidly ……….and more precisely ………she desperately desired to play with who was inside………

For the time being she put down her shoulder bag and the shopping basket……..
They may get in the way and create undue noise…..
She noted the dark blue curtains to her right…….hanging with long pleats………running along a dark wooden rail set in an overhead lintel………suspended by large gold rings…….
The carpet being the standard emerald green……

Zoya moved silently to the entrance……..it was time to close shop for a while
She was going to turn the sign around…….declaring the ‘Changing Room’ closed………
When she saw a woman approaching holding various blouses and tops……..obviously wishing to try them on……..

They both caught each other’s eyes at the same time……
The woman smiled hopefully…….

Zoya pretended to be management…..after all, she was wearing a beige suit, a nice blouse……..with glasses and a very formal hairstyle……..
She pretended to be the long gagged and arrogant Teacher……

‘Sorry Madam…….the fitting room is closed……..we have a water leak’
She then turned the sign around……..which now said ‘CLOSED’……
The woman looked crestfallen………
Zoya then deployed the red fabric sash that sealed off the entrance and clipped it into the metallic stanchion……
‘Where do I go now’ bleated the woman…..young and very fleshy, in a very loose fitting green skirt……..and a purple flowery, very baggy, loose necked turtle neck sweater………with a nasty dirty blonde perm……
She wouldn’t do at all…….’
She needed to bugger off……….
‘Upstairs Madam……….next floor’
‘But that’s for men’
‘Sorry’ said Zoya and disappeared back inside…….
The plump young woman waddled off……..mumbling to herself…….

Zoya moved now like a feline……..graceful and slow
She retrieved the shoulder bag………….placing the contents of the basket inside………she would need those………
She slung the bag over her shoulder…….

She slid her hand over to the blue curtain……….silently pulling it along the rails…………
Without a sound and any fuss she ducked and slipped quickly inside………..pulling the curtain closed behind her……..
Now she was on her own……….but not quite

She was confronted by eight identical changing cubicles ……..four either side of a central aisle……
All the décor was of a dark construction…….deep browns, dark greens and blues…….
All very cosy with its soft lighting…………
A nice and safe place for a lady to get changed……..the relaxed and comfy room felt almost as safe as ones bedroom……
That was the interior designer’s intent……..
The lighting was more subdued within the room, creating lots of shadow……..yet was bright within the stalls….

There was music here……..
The interior speakers were broadcasting light instrumental music of popular tunes……..nothing crass…….it was meant to be relaxing………
Like one had the radio playing back at home……

The soft sounds made the changing room experience less sterile……….therefore improving ones shopping experience……
It also conveniently covered the sound of her approach………
The interior designer never imagined that someone would need to sneak up on a woman trying on clothes…..…….

Her feet glided along the emerald green carpet…….
All the cubicle stalls indicated that they were empty…….what with their identical pleated blue curtains being fully opened……..
Revealing a dark walnut layered stall……….a small seating bench on one side………shiny brass clothes hooks right above on both walls………..set to the front on the wall was a total full length mirror well polished and spotless..………set into the white ceiling directly above was a bright light that shone down on any would be customer……..

Only one stall indicated that it was being used………with its dark blue pleated curtain drawn………

Zoya lowered and placed her shoulder bag back onto the carpeted floor…….still crouching forward, stalking………. she silently moved forward…….

She could not here anyone moving inside……..
She moved up very close to the cubicle, at the same time looking over her shoulder…….
No one was there…….

The chiming happy instrumentals were not that loud……..
She tilted her head…..…listening……..enjoying the experience…….her fingers and toes were tingling in anticipation…….
Then she heard it……….movement from within the cubicle
She placed her fingers on the curtain and lightly pushed it forward………..she wanted a quick peek first….
Getting a lay of the land so to speak before she pounced on the witless woman……

The sight before her sparkling eyes made her hold her breath……..
She was expecting to be titillated by what she was about to see…….and she was not disappointed
Her heart beat raced……..

There was the tanned woman, the mature woman in orange……..the woman who had spoken some Spanish…….her English being very accented…….
A woman who did not lack money………and by her general demeanour she did not lack station either…….

Zoya’s mascara tipped eyes were wide…….
The woman was just like she had imagined her to be without her dress………..and more
The dark haired woman was facing the full length mirror with her back to Zoya………..
She did not see the interloper peeking at her………she was distracted by what she was doing…..
Her finely coiffed head being slightly down……..

The woman was holding up with both hands the nice light grey dress that Zoya had seen her earlier admiring………
The dress that was slightly transparent around the chest and shoulders……….
The woman was going to try it on………
It looked as if she had just finished trying on the skirt she was contemplating on buying………..another nice choice……..
Zoya would bet it had been tight on her arse…………

She had had unzipped the back of the dress and was holding it out by both hands………maybe getting ready to lower it and step inside……..

To do that, the woman had obviously undressed first……..…but only partially

Her nice dark orange dress had been neatly hung from a brass hook set on the opposite wall between her and the small seating bench considerately provided…………
Next to the dress appeared to be a similar coloured half slip…….draped by its elasticised waistband from another hook……….the satin material shimmered in the bright light………the slip had a small side slit……….the hemline clam trimmed and lacy…….
Zoya licked her lips at the sight of it……….

The woman had her back to Zoya……..

And what a back……..
Zoya saw the naked indentation of her spine running up the centre of her torso………her smooth olive complexioned skin…..…a small dark mole on her right shoulder…..
Zoya wondered how many men had lightly kissed that shoulder over the years………
The woman was totally unaware that she was being deviously watched…….

Zoya licked her top lip……..
The inward curve of her waist…….her wide hips and good looking thighs……..
Her backside was pert and heart shaped………..delicious and rounded …………

But it was what she was wearing on her skin that made Zoya lick her lips……..without being aware she was breathing hard………….if she had been born a male she anatomically would be……….

The woman was still wearing her bra…….…which fitted tightly on her upper back…………
The brassiere was almost the same colour as her dress and slip………just a lighter shade of orange
This woman sure did like to coordinate her wardrobe choices………
The bra was of a U band design………the band being deliciously sheer………….her skin darker underneath……..the snap hooks centred perfectly on her slender back………

The bra band lightly digging into her back……..she displayed no bra bulge under her arms or on her back……
Zoya could even discern the laundry label tucked discreetly underneath……..
The orange straps over her shoulders were quite thin………
The straps creating indentations on the said soft looking shoulders…….
The woman’s arms were thin………her upper arms displayed no large biceps or muscle toning…….
All rather normal for a woman of her size……..and with normal feminine habits and tastes……

Zoya lowered her infatuated eyes……..down to the unsuspecting mature female’s thin waist
She was getting a view of the woman’s body that no doubt only a few and the woman herself had ever seen……
Zoya loved the sense of intrusion as she watched her………..
Watching her in only her underwear………and she being oblivious to the fact………
Zoya speculated if the woman had been similarly scrutinized and admired as she had got dressed that same morning………
By someone who was supposed to see her half naked………or luckily just plain naked

Zoya’s imagination kicked in……
Maybe in the sanctity of her bedroom………or some plush hotel room……
Maybe a more than satisfied husband……..or illicit lover……..watching from the still warm bed as the woman snapped on her bra……..or stepped into her panties……..peeling on her nylons………occasionally smiling back provocatively at her exhausted and contented male companion…..….

Zoya ached as her mind flashed another image………as she saw the woman smiling back at another equally satisfied and fulfilled female………sitting back on the large bed, her back straight……..her naked breasts flaccid and pert……a sheet over her stomach and legs…….….the lesbian lover smoking a cigarette, maybe a cheap whore……..or maybe the socially equal wife or sister of her husband’s best friend……….as her outwardly respectable and happily married partner snapped on her underwear and stepped into her clothes……

Zoya blinked herself back to reality…………
She was feeling rather hot by now………

She took in more………before it all turned rather nasty…….
The waist band of the woman’s taupe shaded tights digging into her skin……….
Zoya had been correct on her earlier initial assessment upon glimpsing the woman’s toes within her shoes……
Her tights were sheer to waist, matt with no excessive shine from this bright overhead light……..there were no seems………or tummy control……...no unflattering control top for enhancing a woman’s shape or contours………..
She had worn these tights for purely aesthetic reasons……..she only wanted to compliment her dress and shapely legs……

As stated before she had a nicely shaped derriere….......so rounded and inviting one just wanted to grip and squeeze her cheeks…….
Underneath the dark tights were her panties……..the cleft of her full cheeks still visible underneath all that satin and nylon veneer…….
The intimate undergarment was full backed……….the colour obscured but matching that of her bra………under the tight nylon they were an even darker orange…….bikini in style………low on her hip
Fully compressed under the tights………..her arse cheeks were held firm

She had nice thighs………..and legs………very shapely……….unblemished
She was barefoot in her tights…………..she had taken off those lovely shoes

The woman bent down lower……….leaning forward
Her backside clad in only slim panties and soft tights was thrust backwards………
Almost inviting Zoya to grab her arse……..or mount her in some mocking thrusting movement………
Her upper body began to lean forward slightly……..….as she prepared to step in her prospective new grey dress…….

All these sly looks and thoughts took mere seconds……
It was time to move……
And Zoya moved fast……...very fast

There was a very loud, sudden ripping and swishing sound………..as the heavy blue velvet curtain was violently heaved open…….

The partially dressed woman’s head shot up……..looking into the mirror…….
She screamed……….

'Aaaaah!'…………………..her startled shout was suddenly cut off……..and replaced with
'MMPPPHHHH!!!!!
Her anguished wail of sudden fright had been suddenly cut off……..being forcibly stifled

Zoya had rushed into the small cubicle…….……
Her strong hand clamping over the woman’s small mouth…….bending her head backwards and severely to her right…..
“MMMmmmnnn”………her moans now lower in volume as her neck was now in a precarious angle……..
The woman’s dark eyes were bulging in terror…….

Zoya’s other arm was wrapped around the woman’s chest……….pinning her arms tightly to her sides……

Zoya’s right knee went into the woman’s lower back……..as Zoya pulled the head back her knee thrust forward…........thus arching her backward and at the same time lifting the woman’s underwear clad body from the carpeted floor……….her stocking clad toes barely touched the thick carpet………

Zoya held her firmly………..

“ghmph”

The woman’s mouth and jaw held hard in her hand………compressing her small painted lips under her palm……...her neck painfully wrenched to the right…..…….

Zoya was looking directly into the mirror……..looking at herself……….and the reflection of the woman held fast in a state of petrified fear………

“ghnnth”…………she could hardly moan with the rigid hand gag in place………

Zoya could feel the pleasant warmth of the woman’s body on her own……….

She could feel her breasts within the bra, the satin and nylon material on her arms……….squashing her tits from below…………..as she held the woman tight around her chest………vice like

Via the mirror……..looking over the captive woman’s bare shoulder from behind Zoya could clearly see the woman’s breasts held within her brassiere’s lacy push up cups………complete with a clam shaped trim……….the bra created a nice little cleavage……..even though her breasts were smaller than Zoya’s……...this woman was probably a god sized ‘B’……..32 inch chest

The woman’s tummy pushed outward and up……..propelled so by Zoya’s jabbing knee…..

Zoya delighted in seeing her panties skimpy waistband……..her silky smooth satin and lace panties underneath her taupe sheer tights………so sheer that Zoya could see the soft cotton gusset of the panties underneath………
There was a little cute orange bow neatly stitched there…….dead centre on the undergarment……….
The delicious curve of her pubis………..the lacy floral fronted bikini panties dipped slightly, and were low on her hips……....so feminine under the soft gauze of the tights…….
Her small belly button under those dark gossamer tights……..

‘Hhuugghhh’….was all she could manage to moan……..

The woman’s legs hung limp…….opened up wider than they should be...……..as only her painted toes touched the carpet……..just…….

She was now no better off than those finely dressed mannequins outside on the shop floor that she had casually glanced at earlier…….……

Her nylon sheathed legs and thighs did not writhe and struggle………
The pressure on her neck and breasts was too much……….
The woman feared for her life………..
Her terrified eyes waited for what came next………
The hand over her mouth was like a vice………
What did her attacker want……… she had briefly seen a woman barge in behind her just before she had been roughly manhandled……..

The voice and the answer were not long in coming……..
She could even smell the perfume on her……they were that intimate

She had been attacked by someone with the strength of a man……..but she heard a voice of a woman
A cultured voice……...educated……….not that of a criminal thug……..an English voice too…..a low voice…….whispered into her exposed ear……

‘Do exactly as I say and you will not be hurt’ hissed the voice………

The hand pressure on her mouth released slightly
Again……the menacing voice……….

‘Do you understand………’
“MMMmmmnnn”
The woman, feeling rather vulnerable just in her bra, panties and tights, just had enough leverage left in her neck to nod……..and just once only as the pressure to her mouth once again increased…….

‘Good Girl’ hissed the voice………..