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Sunday story time
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Sunday story time OK OK I know I promised something early to make up for last week but I didn't do it. The ate my keyboard. I was having my period. Whatever excuse worked for school homework. Instead I bring you a new tawdry tale for this Sunday. Hope you folks like it. As always I will write what you want me to. I am stuck for ideas. Already a couple folks have been kind enough to suggest something but I would appreciate more. Onto the story Don’t ever let anyone tell you that retail is a career. I have been stuck here since a moment of indecision after high school. I watched my girlfriends go on to be nurses and lawyers and here I was stuck selling the same ladies accessories that I have been since I first started working. Oh the money was ok. It kept my bills paid and covered the rent of my apartment. The other thing it did was help with my secret obsession. Ever since I was a little girl I had been gaga over stockings and garters. I remember stealing a playboy from my father and feeling that first trickle of excitement between my legs. I was hooked and since then I had used the Victoria secret catalogue and the internet to almost rub myself into a limp puddle of girl juices. Knowing this it was a no brainer to apply to work at the shop in the mall when I was younger. I often wondered if it was my obsession that kept me here in this dead end job. I mean I was the senior member on staff and outside of the owner no one else besides me had any real responsibility. I did the ordering and the display set up. The problem really was the boredom. We sold a few items a day. Mostly we made our years money at two times of the year. The first was Halloween when everyone wanted to be a slutty whatever. Their costume inevitably involved stockings of some sort. The other was Valentine’s day. That one time of the year when women indulged their guys with fantasy wear. It was a usual weekday near closing when the phone rang. I could almost bet it would be one of the other workers calling to say that they weren’t able to cover one of their shifts. The tedium made them crack and not show up for their shifts. Another bonus overtime shift for me. I was surprised to hear a mans voice. “Can I help you.” I asked. I almost gave him the hours of the store because that was really the most popular question. “Yes I am looking for an item.” He stammered. “We have many items. You need to be a little more specific.” I smiled while I talked to him. “I am looking at something to dress up my friend.” His words came out like a machine gun. “Well I am currently looking at a lovely display of just the sort of thing to make someone feel sexy.” I had had these type of calls before. It was usually a husband who was too painfully shy to come to the store himself. “Tell me more.” He rasped. “Well there is a lovely display of bouostiers. As well as some lovely garter and stocking sets. Does this person have a favorite color?” I asked. “I don’t know” again he almost spat out the words. “Well black is a classic look. White is usually reserved for wedding lingerie. We do have a lovely selection of patterns and colors for almost every taste. Some look better against some skin tones however.” I eased him through the process. Men usually never thought of this stuff and just wanted to grab something and go. “Yes” is all he answered. “There is also the type of fabric. Does she like slinky and soft or perhaps something lacey instead? Maybe something adventurous like fishnet?” I was really enjoying this. Something about his helplessness in the face of this decision made me feel really good. “Yes” again, not much to work with. “Is there something you would like to feel or see on your friend? Something that might feel good up against you?” If my boss could hear me I would be fired for talking to a customer like this. “What do you like?” he panted into the phone. “Well I can tell you that I adore stockings. Especially thigh high with a nice matching garter. A lovely matching set of underwear will make your friend feel very special. “, I told him. “That sounds nice.” He sighed. “It is very nice. Does your friend have a style of underwear she likes? There are many styles and types.” I thought about the different types of panties from French cut to g-strings. “Um,<b> thongs.</font></b>” “You are lucky. We have a collection of<b> thongs </font></b>on sale right now. Why don’t you come down to the store and I can help you out a little further.” This is what my boss wanted, getting someone in the door to spend the money. “I oh, oh, oh” Suddenly there was a different voice on the phone. A very stern sounding female voice. “You will have to forgive my little pig. It seems the thought of<b> thongs </font></b>was a little too much and he seems to have made a mess.” “That is unfortunate.” This day just veered into the weird. “I need to punish this little pig somehow other than cleaning his mess. Perhaps you might suggest something.” Some of the steel in her voice had disappeared. Her suggestion had hit me between the legs and I could feel the heat of my arousal very distinctly. “Well how about you take his credit card and I will set him up with a lovely selection of clothing for him to be punished while he wears them.” The words were out of my mouth before I realized it. “Wonderful idea.” Her laughter told me that she was tickled by the idea. “Make sure we have some lovely stockings and a garter belt for him as well as some<b> thongs </font></b>for him to defile.” “I will. Thank you for shopping with us. I will leave the package behind the counter for you.” I smiled and hung up the phone. Within seconds I was in the stock room and rubbing my steaming pussy. What a turn on, and a good sale too. I wonder if they will be in later to pick up my choices? |
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Great story theme. Thanks
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Great story theme. Thanks
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