Changing Room Diaries Ch. 03

Ok so yes, I had forgotten my birthday. But I had a lot on my plate at the time and I wasn't exactly a top priority for myself...if that makes any sense.

I closed the door and turned to a giggly Molly while wearing what I'm sure was a pretty surprised face to say the least.

"So...it's November 21st huh?"

"Yup."

"And I'm 28 today."

"Mhmm."

"Uh-oh..."

Molly's giggles turned to concern, "Wait what? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, well something, but I'll explain later. It's just a slight problem don't worry about it. We should get going, I'm gonna need to prepare some things in the room before opening."

The problem was my family. Well that sounds bad but in this case it was true. My brother and mom have both stopped by unannounced to visit me on my birthday without fail for the last five or so years, usually just to say hi, drop off a gift, and schedule a dinner for the weekend. For the years I've been at Ms. Raquel's I've been able to suspend my activities for the day, but there were two set in stone obligations I had to attend to, and if they showed up at one of those times...

Molly and I were the first ones to work at Ms. Raquel's, a usual for her and an all time first for me. We stored my red dress safely in the back and began to inspect changing room 10. Everything necessary was in my floor compartment. The wall cuffs(the handy cushioned hand cuffs that extended out of the back corners of the room), the soundproofing, the ionizer, and the new cameras were all in check. Standing there looking at my room, I realized how I probably would be getting away with all of it without Molly, and how it must have actually been pretty easy for her, being the boss's daughter.

"So these cameras," I asked when we were finished, "they give a feed but don't record right?"

"Right," she answered, "I get crystal clear picture and sound live as it happens, but never to be seen again. They're from Alice industries, those people are top notch."

"You sound like a commercial," I teased.

"Ya well, it's a good company."

"Nerd."

"Oh shush. Your floor compartment is all stocked up too."

I headed back to changing room 10. I was incredibly nervous, and started pacing around the room. I wanted to pull my hair out, and stomp around, and run away. Why in god's name did she want to meet me after I'd already been there for so long? What did she have against Tanya? Is the same thing going to happen to me? Am I goin-

I was cut off by a knocking on the door, which I slid open to see two people. Molly and Denny.

Denny is my older brother by 2 years and the only member of my family who knew of the real nature of my job. This is why I was both delighted and annoyed to see him be the first member of my family to show up.

"Happy birthday Evey!" He practically yelled, giving me a bear hug. Molly laughed at my familial nickname.

Denny's presence really helped calm me down. I explained the situation to him and we talked it out for a bit but then he left as quick as he had arrived. I wished he had come later so that it wouldn't matter what I was doing, but he also helped me out as far as my nerves.

"Is everyone in your family gorgeous?" Molly asked as she ogled my brother walking away. I laughed,

"I don't know if that's true, but that one is married."

"I can still dream," she said as if she had already started.

"And gay."

"I can still dream," she said the exact same way.

I stood next to my fantasizing friend, keeping my eye on the door for Ms. Raquel and collecting my thoughts. It was 8:28. My meeting would start in two minutes. Molly called Paula and moved her back to 9. I should take my lunch early, 10:30 should be good, to go to rent out the venue. Then Ms. Vega would be arriving at around 5. Then there was the whole day of customers to worry about. And somewhere along the line my mom would be stopping by.

Just as I was finishing my thoughts in walked the ageless and ever stunning Ms. Raquel. At what must be around 5'11 or 6', she always exuded this air of elegance and class, and, even though she rarely interacted with her employees, she never seemed to treat them poorly. Or maybe she did. I had no way of knowing for sure because, as I realized at that moment, I didn't really know my boss in the slightest. She hadn't even interviewed me for the job. In fact it had been Tanya, the most senior of the changing room assistants, that had hired me.

She entered and spotted me instantly, ushering me over to her office which was to the left of the front door, one of the few parts of the store not visible from Molly's desk.

I hurried towards her office, which at that point I realized I had never been in. It had always just been a grey door in the side of the store labeled "Owner's Office".

This was it, meeting time. I reached the door, took a deep breath, and entered into...another room. A small room that looked like a waiting room at the doctor's office, with chairs lining the walls and a reception area.

"You must be Eve," the receptionist said, "have a seat, Ms. Raquel will be with you soon."

I took a seat at one of the chairs and pulled a magazine from the coffee table. There was a clock in the room ticking over and over, like a countdown to detonation. To cool my nerves I tried to shift my focus to the receptionist.

I couldn't see much more than her face, but I she was about my age or a little older I would've have guessed. She had golden blonde hair with brown high lights and dark roots in her wavy hair that formed in a bit of a side bang in the front and came down to an inch or two above her shoulder. Her mouth was small , same with her nose, which had a slight up turn at the tip, but her hazel eyes were big and beautiful. I really just wanted to put her in my pocket right there, but some small talk would have to do.

"Are you new?" I asked, as I approached her desk, folding my arms on the counter and placing my chin on them, "I've never seen you here before." She looked up at me, seemingly surprised at the fact that I was even talking to her.

"Oh, um, no I've been her for quite a while. I just have very flexible hours and its part time," she explained.

We continued to make small talk with some one-sided flirtation on my part. Eventually I noticed the picture of a young girl, about Molly's age, on her desk. This girl to my utter amazement turned out to be her daughter.

"But she must be at least 20, but you can't be a day over like 35 at the most!" I exclaimed. She smiled. Her real age turned out to be 42, which she absolutely defied, except for a few select moments. Like when some wrinkles formed by the sides of her eyes when she smiled.

About two minutes later her intercom buzzed as a sign of Ms. Raquel summoning me to her office.

The receptionist, whose name I still didn't know despite there probably being a name on her desk, wished me luck as I entered the office.

"Hello Eve," Ms. Raquel greeted me with a smile the moment I was inside, "please have a seat."

The office was smaller than I expected, and looked basically like a boring classic office with a main desk and two chairs opposite the owner. I took the one to the right as Ms. Raquel circled to her chair. Unlike her receptionist, Ms. Raquel's age showed on her, but she was one of those women who accepted age and gracefully took it on in the most stunning way. She continued to speak in her slight Californian accent,

"I would really like to tell you about everything right now, but I think there isn't enough time to discuss what we were going to talk about."

I was curious. "Were?" I asked, lump in my throat.

"Yes dear, I'm afraid something has come up, I'm very sorry."

"Oh um, that's fine. So I guess I'll just come back tomorrow?"

"Actually I was wondering if you were free for dinner tonight? I know Molly wouldn't mind if you joined us, I know you to have grown quite close recently, we could discuss my proposal then."

Every bone in my body wanted me to say no, but when you're boss who never talks to anyone all of a sudden invites you to dinner, what else can you do.

"That sounds great! But, um, what kind of proposal are we talking about?" I smiled.

"Well, you'll see at eigh t, dress casually."

One more thing to worry about.

"I wanna hear all about it but 9 o'clock's here and your clothes are in there" was the first and only thing Molly could said to me as I came back to the changing rooms. I realized it was 9:15 and that I had spent more time in the waiting room than I thought. I rushed back to good ol' changing room 10 and slid the door open expecting to find Paula and maybe Brenda, but instead found only Brenda.

"Hello," she said shyly looking at her feet. She was wearing a simple teal T-shirt and jeans. "Paula's running late, she said she'd be here soon. I was wondering if I could try these on in the mean time..."

I noticed she had picked out a bunch of swimsuits and put them one of the two chairs that were still in the room from Saturday.

"Of course sweetie, take a seat." She looked confused but sat on the empty chair.

I kneeled down in front of her and started to remove her tennis shoes.

"Oh, um, I can get that ma'm-" she started, but I cut her off. I felt like she could use a little pampering.

Once I had removed both the shoes and socks, I took her hand and rose her to her feet, staying on my knees. I hooked my finger into her jeans between the denim and her underwear and pulled her closer, my face inches from her crotch.

"So you're trying to get some cheap swimwear during the fall huh?" I asked as I unbuttoned, unzipped, and yanked her jeans down.

"Oh, um, y-ya," she stammered as she stepped out of them. I could feel her gaze on my face the whole time.

Next came the panties, which I slid of smoothly and slowly, giving me a first look at her little mound.

I finally stood, giving her thigh a gentle, but blatant kiss on the way up.

"Arms up," I said. She just nodded and complied. Her eyes seemed to be glued to my face, but I couldn't manage to get any actual eye contact as I slipped off her shirt. And then as I leaned forward to unhook her blue bra, I realized what she had been looking at, my lips.

Just as I got her bra unhooked, Brenda darted her head forward, smashing our lips together and pushing me back until my back hit the door.

At first I just giggled into her, but then began to kiss back, only to have her pull away, a look of horror on her face.

"Oh my god, I-I'm so sorry," she apologized, her hands covering her mouth. I giggled,

"Don't worry about it," I squeezed her arm in comfort, "it's totally fine. Let's try some of these on for now ok?"

She nodded and I proceeded to take off her bra. Her breasts were delightfully bouncy, and graced by large, dark aureoles with small nipples.

As she tried on the first bathing suit I made things more comfortable. I pulled off my blazer and pants and changed into some jeans Molly had left me in the floor compartment. While I was there I also grabbed a white sheet and laid it out on the carpeted floor.

"So you can just drop your things on the floor, its easier that way," I explained to Brenda.

Finally I dumped the bathing suits off their chair and moved both chairs outside with my dress clothes for Molly to pick up.

"That looks great!" I exclaimed as I shut the door, seeing Brenda in a red, halter strap two piece.

"I don't know..." she wondered out loud, looking at herself in the mirror opposite the door.

"What? You look...," I paused thinking of the right word that would boost her confidence, "...sexy!"

She gave me a rare smile, "Thanks, but-"

"No 'but's," I said cutting her off. I walked up behind her and hugged her round the waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. "you do." I gave her the base of her neck a kiss, and started to trail my lips and tongue down her shoulder between words.

"You know, should come by alone one day..."

My kisses went back up the length of her shoulder, as my hands traveled up her belly and cupped her breasts. She gasped loudly as I began to massage her globes through the bikini.

"...we could really have some fun..."

My tongue ran up her neck.

"...but make sure to wear this when you come by..."

I took my teeth and undid the bow behind her neck, while my hands undid the one at her back simultaneously.

She was blushing furiously as Paula burst into the room, completely killing my mood and my sale.

"Ok! Let's get down to business!" She exclaimed enthusiastically as she came into the door. She was dressed similarly to how Brenda had been, which was relatively conservative for her. "Hey B, you know those bikinis are supposed to cover you right?"

Brenda somehow managed to blush even more as she tied her top back up. At the same time there was a knock at the door.

Crap! What now? The day had just started and I was already sick of the surprises and anxiety that came with it. Why couldn't there ever just be someone at the door who says "Hey can I join in on the fun you're about to have?" and then does that? Is that too much to ask?

Apparently not.

"Demi? Um, hi.." I smiled down to my newest friend, "Umm, what's up?"

Demi saw I had company. "Oh sorry, I'm interrupting, I'll come back..." She stopped talking and stared at the two young women behind me. She walked in, pointing at them as if star struck, and asked,

"Brenda Merriweather? Paula Ruiz?"

Paula and Brenda looked at the girl and then at each other in confusion as Brenda pulled on robe.

"Uh yes, do we know you?" Paula asked in an uncharacteristically polite tone.

Demi went wide eyed for a second as if realizing a mistake. "Oh, no sorry. I'm Demi, I'm part of your debate team."

Suddenly Paula and Brenda got very official looking. They stood up straight and shook Demi's hand. As they continued to speak to her I slowly gathered that Paula, Brenda and Demi all went to the same college and the first two were co-presidents and some sort of legends in the collegiate debate community. They were so deep in conversation the three of them didn't even notice when I eased myself out of the room to Molly's desk.

"Why didn't you tell me Demi was coming?" I asked her. She was watching the three girls talk through the camera on her computer.

"Sorry I didn't know. When she walked in my Mom was talking to me about y'alls meeting. So you're coming to dinner tonight huh?"

"I guess so," I sighed sitting in the stool next to Molly and watching the screen. She would change the screen to something else and then back whenever someone walked by, as I explained what the girls were talking about.

"So what's the story with your mom's receptionist?" I asked after explaining the coincidental situation.

"You mean Ms. Howard? Uh no story really. She's divorced, got a kid, and works here part time. Why? Did you like what you saw?"

"Maybe," I smiled, "wow look at that behind." I said referring to Demi.

"But she's in sweats. And did you just say 'behind'? Really? You sound like a 50 year-ol-" Molly couldn't finish the sentence. We were both transfixed on what we were seeing on the screen.

Right in the middle of changing room 10, out of nowhere, Brenda had Demi in her arms and what seemed to be her tongue in her mouth. Demi reached up and cradled Brenda's face as they began to make out ferociously. And I mean ferociously. As they did Paula came up behind Brenda and slipped the robe off the tall blonde's body, leaving her in the two piece we had tried out earlier.

I rushed to the room. They didn't even flinch when I opened and closed the door in a flash and stood in the corner.

Demi and Brenda pressed the top's of their tongues together as Paula disrobed her friend. They're tongues continued to swirl together outside their mouths for a while before their lips collided once more. Paula took Demi's hands and guided them to Brenda's breasts. I smiled remembering Demi's particular fondness for a good pair of boobs.

While the other two continued to make out and explore each other, Paula ran her hand into Brenda's bikini bottoms. I could see the fingers stretch the cloth up and around as she began to slowly rub Brenda's sex and kiss the nape of her neck. It was the first time I'd seen Paula give instead of receive.

The pleasure made Brenda break the kiss and moan out loud. For such a seemingly innocent and sweet girl, Brenda's volume really got up there.

Demi bent over a bit, made short work of Brenda's bikini, and kissing the tops of Brenda's breasts as she cupped and squeezed the bottoms, working her way down and sucking hard on her nipples. Brenda wasn't exactly handling the situation with grace. The pleasure made her week in the knees and soon enough she lowered down to the sheet covered floor, but her companions didn't miss a beat.

Demi lowered with her an continued to suck and massage at Brenda's ample chest. Paula, though, moved around the two and pulled Demi's pants with one quick yank. Eventually, Demi naturally began to slowly grind her pussy against Brenda's.

Paula backed up toward the door and eventually backed into me. I unbuttoned her jeans and shoved my hand inside as she watched the scene unfold.

"Gently," she whispered to me. I apologized and eased up on my rubbing her lips. She usually liked it rough but today was different I suppose.

Demi and Brenda were now kissing each other full on. Brenda ripped off Demi's top and the two were together in intimate nakedness, rubbing up and down, their moans getting louder and louder. I could see their lips slide against one another on top and down below. Their pussy lips rubbing perfectly in unison, appearing to my view as they tribbed back, and disappearing under Demi's beautiful butt as they moved forward.

I slowly rubbed Paula's lips as she watched, entranced. As the two on the floor sped up I sped up with her as well. Everyone's moans were peaking. Demi and Brenda were getting sloppy in their rubbing, holding each other and trying to push their pussies into each other as hard as they could. I softly stuck a finger inside Paula and put my other hand inside to rub on her clit, making her yell in an orgasm and hold herself up on by pressing against the walls just as Brenda and Demi made those final pushes on the floor to start convulsing and moaning together in shared bliss, riding it out on each other as far as they could. After a little while they all came down from their high.

The two on the floor lay with each other and Paula leaned agaisnt me for some time, although she did seem a little disappointed with her finish. After a few minutes I said,

"You guys this has been great but I really need this room free now."

All three of them shot up from their relaxation in apology and hurriedly got ready. Brenda and Paula said their byes and gave their numbers to Demi, and they left but I held Demi back to talk to her for a few moments.

"Are you alright?" I asked her.

"Yeah I think so, I'm good, why?" she replied, smiling in a way I couldn't tell was authentic or not.

"Because last time something spontaneous like that happened you held it pent in for 5 months before doing anything about it, it must've weighed on you pretty hard. How did all this get started?"

"I...I don't know I guess I just kind of went for it..." she said, a real smile then crept onto her face.

"You're getting bold," I told her, "I like it. Just call first next time." We exchanged numbers too. "So, are you bold enough to ask that pretty girl at the counter you seemed to like so much last time to come clean you up?"

Demi blushed and was immediately feeling timid again, "I...um, I'm already dressed and-"

I laughed, "I'm just kidding sweetie, maybe next time right?"

"Yeah, um, maybe," she smiled.

"So you ever gonna actually buy something from here? It's still technically a business you know."