"Oooo...you'd look fantastic in those as well!!!" Mom practically cooed as she rushed over to a nearby clothing rack and retrieved a pair of tiny, black, dress-shorts.
Kelly hopped up and looked at the microscopic garment my Mother was rushing towards me with. "Those are cute, aren't they? I've been thinking of picking up a pair for myself as well!"
I couldn't help but glance over at the cut little pencil-skirt-clad rear end, and lovely lower limbs of the pretty blond saleswoman. I was SURE she'd look fantastic in a pair of those things. Only the foreign sense of arousal I felt between my soft, feminine legs prevented me from zoning out while fantasizing.
Shaking the discomfort from my head I added, "Yeah, well, YOU'D look fantastic in a pair of those, but I don't think they're really my...uh...style..." I trailed off as my Mother neared.
"Sweetie, I don't know where you got this poor self-image, but you are going to have to get it through your thick head that you have a LOT to show off." My Mother answered as she held the shorts up in front of me. "You've got it, you should flaunt it!"
Kelly smiled at me. "Your Mom is SO right! You're crazy if you think I'd look any better in those shorts than you. Your legs are perfect!" she winking at me.
A little bit of flirtatious male-deviousness took over as me, I couldn't help but smile at the very pretty young saleswoman. "I think you're the crazy one. A gorgeous girl like you would blow me out of the water in a pair of those. I'll tell you what, I'll try them on if you do...then we can compare. If I look better, I'll buy them. What about it? Are you up for a wager, Kelly?" I winked.
Kelly blushed and smiled. Mom, shook her head, apparently amused by my new-found confidence and shameless flirting.
"I don't think her employers would let her engage in this little contest Michael..." My Mom laughed a bit as she trailed off.
Kelly tilted her head. "Actually, they want us to go all the way in pursuit of helping the customer..." she looked around before whispering conspiratorially, "...and the sale if we're totally honest." Kelly smiled as she strode over on her own high heels and retrieved a pair of the dress shorts for herself as well. "In the interests of my commission and proving that you have much better legs than me, I'll step up to the plate!"
Looking down at Kelly's legs, and her shorter, more sensible heels, I suddenly had a thought. "You ladies are always going on and on about your shoes and how they are so important. I think you should be in a pair of stilettos like these too! So we're on equal footing-so to speak, for this little contest!"
Kelly smiled mischievously. "You're a tricky one, aren't you? You didn't raise a fool, did you Ma'am?" she smiled at Mom.
"We'll see. You do have very nice legs." My Mom answered as Kelly marched over to the shoe department to get a pair of stiletto sandals like ones I had on.
After a bit, Kelly returned with the shoes and walked over to the changing room. Standing in front of them while gesturing she proudly proclaimed, "Let the leg-off begin!" and giggled.
I took a deep breath and marched in after her to put on the tiny shorts. "Well, at least I'll get to see a hot pair of legs that AREN'T attached to me today as well!" I thought to myself.
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