"You are our guard. I know what we do looks like fun, but it's also dangerous in a few ways, we need you to be alert at all times or else we could all get into a lot of trouble, understand?" She had told her.
This philosophy was one Molly had created while she worked the front desk as a way to keep herself in check, and it worked. So it was a philosophy we were employing on Demi. Sometimes it was hard, other times quite fun.
So I got some fresh underwear from the floor compartment, laid out a new sheet, and dealt with the heap of clothes left behind. I was carrying them to the back room behind Demi's desk when I noticed something where we kept our discarded clothes. I leaned down and picked it up.
I returned from the back room and leaned forward on my elbows on Demi's desk, way closer than I should have been for societal standards of personal space, and one of my hands clenched shut. Atop her stool, Demi shifted uncomfortably but smiled.
"Is there something you need Eve?" she asked politely. I opened my hand, dropping out a scrunched up pair of blue panties onto the desk. The same ones she had been wearing earlier that day.
Demi went wide eyed and she snatched up the underwear, shoving it into a drawer and looking around to see if anyone had seen the exchange. She looked at me as if to say something, but didn't seem to find the words.
"You know Demi," I teased, "it's awfully unprofessional not to wear underwear to work. I thought differently of you." She looked so hurt even though I had said it with intense sarcasm.
"No! I am, I promise!" She insisted.
I continued with my teasing, tilting my head, "Oh really, prove it."
Demi looked surprised and for a moment was motionless, but then got off the stool and began to move to the back room. I held her arm back and shook my head with a sly smile. She looked forward at the store, it was somewhat busy, definitely a few people who could see us. Though the desk was quite tall (hence the stool instead of a chair) so even the tallest of customers probably couldn't see anything below our breasts, but Demi wasn't one to take risks.
She looked to our left to all the changing rooms and found the hall was empty. Finally she sat down on the floor, in the corner of the 'L' shape of the desk, and lifted up her skirt to show me what I was expecting, Molly's bright red thong.
As she rose I asked her, "Now why ever would you be wearing that?"
Demi blushed. "I-I didn't know if I could take anything else, so it was my only choice."
"But why did you need to change sweetie?"
She looked at me with embarrassment as if to say "Are you really going to make me say it?". And yes, I was, I liked hearing it.
"Well, umm, earlier when you were touching me they got sort of...wet." She said the last word almost inaudibly.
"Oh really, that's it?" I asked her.
"Yeah."
"Then why did you still have them on when you were in the room with Brenda and I?"
Demi swallowed trying to keep her face normal, but I knew I'd caught her in a lie, something she probably wasn't very used to doing.
"Um, well," she started. She smiled uneasily and started to organize some papers on the desk aimlessly to avoid my eye contact, but I stayed focused on her, "I just hadn't had time at that point to change."
I smiled. Not a bad try, but she definitely had the time.
I leaned in close to her ear and whispered slowly, "Where'd you do it?"
Her eyes closed and she sighed realizing I had her figured out. She kept her eyes down.
"Here," she whispered back. Maybe she was one to take risks...
I smiled triumphantly, pulling her stool back over to us and helping myself to a seat there. I put my elbows together on the table and rested my chin on my palms, looking at Demi the way a child did watching his favorite cartoon.
"Tell me about it. In detail."
Demi pushed her hair back nervously, still not able to look at me. She looked out into the store and glanced behind me to see if anyone was even remotely nearby.
"Well I was here, and you were with Brenda and I was watching and I started to...to touch myself?" She said the last part as if it was a question.
I laughed, "I said detail sweetie, describe the whole situation to me. Your thoughts, your sensations, how it felt, everything."
She exhaled and inhaled deeply, trying to suck courage out of the air.
"Well," she started, whispering, "you sent me out of the room and I went into room nine to change back into my sweater and skirt. Then I came back here and, well, watched you two. I...I really liked watching it." She smiled slightly and paused.
"Keep going honey," I told her, "you're doing great."
"Well I was watching and I found myself getting really, you know, happy...down there. And no one was around and the store was completely empty I promise! So I took my phone-"
"Your phone?" I asked, thinking I had misheard.
"Yeah. I took my phone and used its edge to um, slide up and down."
"Up and down your pussy lips?"
Demi blushed as if I had just ripped her clothes off.
"Yeah," she said, still looking down. Every so often she would glance at me, but most of the time he eyes remained downcast or scanning the area for eavesdroppers.
"Try to say it sweetie."
She swallowed. "I slid it up and down my...my pussy lips." There was a 'slide to unlock' joke in there somewhere, but I let it pass.
"But my underwear was still on!" She clarified, "I was just sorta doing it on top of them." I nodded for her to continue.
"So I started doing that and it felt, well pretty nice. I...I wanted you to touch it earlier when you were touching me, so when it finally go touched I was pretty happy. I moved it slowly at first while I watched you guys, and it started to get really hot, so I brought my skirt up to my hips and um, spread my legs a bit more. Then I kept doing it, just up and down slowly while I watched you guys. But one time I slid up a little too far and it felt really good like near the top."
"Your clit." I said.
Demi nodded. "Yeah my...my clit." I was happy she got it out without my coaxing. "So I started to just do it up there with the phone but really gently. When I was firm it was just...too much you know?" I nodded. "So I put my phone on the counter and I used my hand on it instead."
"How did that feel?" I asked.
"Good."
"I'm going to need a little more than that dear."
"Um, very good?" I laughed but looked at her expecting more.
She circled her hair behind her ear, thinking. "It was like, all my attention was so focused on my hand and my...my clit, like nothing else really mattered except for those two fingers and what they were doing to me, you know?" I just nodded and smiled.
"I kept doing that in a up and down like this," she showed me on the desk, running her middle and ring finger up and down, "but then I changed it to a little circles like this, and that felt better."
I almost giggled. Demi had tons of natural talent and had already been involved in a lot, so it was easy to forget how truly inexperienced she was.
"So I kept doing that, and eventually I went inside the underwear and did it while I watched. It was, well it was sort of less satisfying than being with one of you guys, but I still felt good doing it. Like I was pressing a magic happy button." I laughed, which seemed to give her some confidence.
"So I rubbed and rubbed there and then you had Brenda on her knees in front of you and I...well I imagined being her. And when I did that my eyes closed and I got really close so I rubbed faster and I...I um, had an orgasm."
"How was it?"
"It was really nice. It had been a while since my last one, last time in that room with you guys, so it lasted kinda a long time. It was like my um, my pussy was holding all these little pleasure shots back. And then when I, you know, orgasmed, it released them all over my body. It was really hard not to make any noise. I kinda leaned forward and buried my face into my arm and bit my finger to stop myself. But I was breathing really heavily and sort of rocking back and forth on the stool while the orgasm lasted, because I wouldn't stop moving my fingers on myself. When it was finally over my underwear was kinda messy and I felt uneasy so I changed." She finally seemed open about it.
"Right into Molly's undies," I joked. I regretted it immediately when this made her all coy and flushed again. "Well, that was quite the story, thank you dear I really enjoyed it. Tell me though, when you were imagining yourself in Brenda's place, did you imagine someone else in my place, or was it me?"
She started to stutter through and answer telling me she didn't really think about it, but I held my hand up to stop her and told her I was joking. Besides, I knew in her imagination it was her on the floor in Brenda's place, and Molly behind her in mine.
"Let's not do that again at work ok? We want you alert." Really we just liked to tease her, and it was more fun if she didn't get herself off.
She looked sad, "Sorry! It won't happen again I swear!"
I laughed and rubbed her back, "Don't worry honey it's not a bid deal I was just letting you know." I tried to change the subject. "So Why didn't you put a finger inside yourself?" I asked her.
Demi thought for a moment. "I don't know, I guess it just feels weird to me."
I nodded, "I get that but it's good to know what you like, it can make for your time with other people to be better in more ways than one. Just make sure your nails are trimmed before you do. Anyways, I should be getting back to work. If you have the opportunity, I'm sure Molly would love to here that story too." I left Demi with that, blushing and checking out her nails.
I started receiving a steady stream of customers trying to draw up a streak of sales. I didn't really take breaks much the way I used to before the promotion. There were small sort-of managerial tasks to take care of, always some form of paperwork to be filed, and to be quite honest, I didn't like Demi seeing me be so lazy this early in her working here.
At one point I was with a customer and someone began loudly banging on my door. I apologized to her and crept outside to see what was the matter.
Outside was Vanessa, another changing room assistant. To be completely honest, Vanessa could be quite the handful. Over the year she had been with us we'd received complaints about her numerous times for being 'loud', 'obnoxious', and generally 'uninterested' in her duties. Yet, at the same time, she had more sales than most people. In fact, each month, either Vanessa or myself were the top sellers. Still, I often wondered why Ms. Raquel kept her around as she tended to be off putting, which could deter repeat customers.
"Eve, we gotta talk," she said before I even had the door shut. Her voice was high pitched, almost squeaky.
"Sure thing, but can it wait? I'm with a customer."
"No, it cannot," she snapped back at me. She was probably 5'2 at the most, but my goodness was she intimidating. Her face had a shrewd look to it, like one of those mean teachers you have in elementary school. Complete with skin that, though it was nice, was just a step above perfectly tanned from a little too long in a tanning bed.
"Ok, well try to be quick please," I said in most polite tone I could muster.
"Yeah whatever," she rolled her eyes and popped her hip out as she spoke. "Look, I don't know what's up with the lunch schedule lately. Every time I try to go, the little chink girl at the counter tells me I can't, cause too many people are out already. No disrespect to her, she does good at the job, but damn I need some structure. Why'd ya even get the promotion otherwise?!"
I rubbed my temples. There were so many things wrong with her statement, but the point she was trying to get across was right. Each morning you were supposed to come in and sign up for an hour of time during the day you wanted to take off for lunch, and it was usually pretty civil and people were quite forthcoming if you told them you needed a certain time that day. But Tanya had been in charge of it, and Tanya was gone.
"Yeah ok," I said, forcing a smile, "I'll handle it, thank you Vanessa."
"Oh one more thing," she said before I could escape, "I know you and mama's girl are like buddies, but she's taking way to long at lunch, she was gone like two and a half hours today!"
I sighed. This actually was a problem. I would usually doubt this of Molly, she was usually so hard working, and Vanessa and she had butted heads before, but recently she had been getting a little too relaxed about her lunch breaks.
"Ok, I'll talk to her," I told Vanessa. Without a word she turned and strutted off. If Molly was there she would have probably flipped up her middle finger to the woman, or muttered an insult under her breath. 'Fake tits', 'real housewife', and 'gold digger' were usually her go to comments. They were harsh but Vanessa was certainly the kind of woman I could see on one of those reality shows. Though, to her credit, based on their bounce, her breasts weren't fake, just incredibly large. 'Tits on a stick' was the only phrase Molly threw at her that could be considered somewhat flattering. It was true, everything about Vanessa was straight and narrow. Her super straight brown hair, her body, everything but the huge globes protruding from her chest.
Before I could reenter changing room 10 my customer decided it was time to leave. I tried to persist but she simply thanked me, and went on her way. She did buy one item but I doubt I was getting her to come back any time soon.
I reentered the room and sat for a moment, waiting for the next customer. It was always relaxing, in a way, to be in my changing room. No matter how stressed I got in this room I was the queen, I had control, and no one ever changed that. Well, there was Ms. Vega, but I was done with her.
The rest of the day trudged on until lunch it was time for lunch with Cassie. I was more nervous about my under the table activities these days ever since my promotion. Also, most day Ms. Raquel was almost never here after 11, unlike today, and I wanted to be available for any questions Molly or Demi may have on their new jobs.
As I left for lunch, Molly was sitting outside her room.
"Taking a break?" I asked.
"No, I'm just fetching clothes." She responded. Lots of times people elected not to have their changing room assistant help them. It was a welcome break at some times, and other times just boring.
"How was lunch?" Molly had take a two and a half hour lunch break. I didn't want to, but I had to address it.
"It was good, we saw a movie."
"It was a little too long though, wasn't it?"
"Yeah but, I mean, you take breaks all the time." She said defensively.
"Yes, but you still need to put in a certain number of sales a week sweetie. And now that we're both working at least one of us needs to be alert at all times. We have more to lose now, we have to be more careful."
Molly pouted but nodded, "Yeah, yeah you're right."
Now I felt bad, I pulled up a seat next to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. "Hey it's fine, don't feel bad. You like her, I get it, you're going to do things that are a little risky."
"You mean dumb."
"I mean risky. Just communicate with me, and everything will run like clockwork. Besides, you're the smart one here."
"Sorry. Gosh, you ever say something and realize how whiny you sound like two seconds later?"
I laughed, "Don't worry about it."
Molly forced half a smile. "So, how'd it go this morning after I left?" she asked, glancing at Demi.
"She's wearing you're thong as we speak."
Molly pumped her fist. "Yes, I knew it would work!"
Molly and I had been chatting one day about teasing Demi and somehow the idea of getting her to knowingly wear Molly's underwear came up. So we had concocted a scheme knowing it was a long shot, but all the pieces fell into place and it worked out. It was a silly game, but Molly and I had been working late together with our new assignments the night we came up with it, and were in need of some distraction.
I stood to take my leave, "Yup, you called it. Like I said sweetie, you're the smart one. Remember to kill your camera though, she's seen enough for now."
As I left the store Vanessa bumped into me, seemingly on her way back from lunch. "Better make sure no one else is out too," she said snidely, walking into the store. I rubbed my temples again. I thought about how maybe this promotion wasn't a good idea, but then stopped myself. For one thing, that's just a bad way of thinking, and another, I technically didn't even have the promotion yet. My trip to Missouri and the Ninth Street store would determine that.
I saw Cassie by my car and the weight on me seemed to get a little lighter. We always had fun together.
I tossed her my keys. "Can you drive?"
She just nodded and smiled, "Sure thing." We got in the car and headed out. "Rough day?" She asked as we started.
I turned my whole body to curl up in the seat facing her. My skirt rode up slightly as I brought my legs up onto the seat. "Yeah, just one of those days that's a lot, you know?"
"Aw, I'm sorry," she said and reached her right hand over to me and rubbed my knee up down for comfort. When she was done she left it there, resting on my thigh. It made me smile.
"How about you?" I asked.
Looking up, I saw Cassie's face begin to smile a little. She had a great smile, and the sun was hitting her in a way that made her violet eyes sparkle and her hair shine like a halo.
"Well I kinda feel bad saying this after that, but it's been great. I booked two new events at The Loving Heart, Ms. Raquel doesn't really have me doing much but I'm staying all day, and now I'm getting lunch with you." That last part made me smile, maybe even blush.
We pulled into the restaurant as I told her about some of my disturbances during the day, twisting the details as far as some of the more scandalous activities went. I liked Cassie, but some things had to stay secret.
We got to a little salad place near the store. I wasn't really feeling a salad but Cassie convinced me.
"When you get to my age the food you eat becomes even more important. I like keeping you interested," she said. When she made comments like that it reminded me that the woman had over 10 years on me. Sure, looking at us, it could be seen that she was older, but by five, maybe six years, not 14. And her personality made her seem even younger than me sometimes.
We went inside and stared up at the menu trying to figure out our orders, but I realized I had forgotten my phone in the car and ran back to get it. By the time I returned Cassie was already seated in the corner booth and waved me over. I dropped my purse and told her I'd be right back after I ordered.
"No need Evey, I ordered for you," she said before I could go. She had never called me Evey before. In fact she had never bought my food for me before. I started to feel like I was on a date. A few butterflies formed in my stomach.
Stupidly, I reached into my wallet to pay her back. She laid her hand on mine, "Hey what're you doing? It's just a salad, put that away!"
I sort of stumbled through another attempt at repaying her, and then an apology, all of which she just laughed off.
"So what're these events you've managed to book?" I asked her to save face. At about the same time our salads arrived.
"Oh, I was actually going to ask you about that cause you can come to one if you want." She said between bites. It was funny how big of bites she took of her food.
I was confused, "Really? Which one? Why?" I poked around and started to eat some but I wasn't really feeling the salad.
"Well there's this award ceremony thing happening. I won't bore you with details but the store sponsors them and Ms. Raquel is expected to go as our representative, but I'm pretty sure she's gonna pass it off to someone else. I could suggest you."
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