Holly’s Sales Training Ch. 01

Holly's Sales Training Ch. 01

---Premise---

This story is based on a female reader's fantasy and is more pulp smut than erotica. It's about male dominance and female submission with a focus on erotic humiliation, exhibitionism, and rough sex.

Always keep in mind that it's a fantasy set in a heightened reality with over-the-top characters. Therefore, it shouldn't be taken too seriously and should never be extrapolated to real life. Instead, it should be interpretated as an ironic play on clichés. Individual statements and actions of characters in the story aren't meant as generalizations to groups of people. Always remember to keep it safe, sane, and consensual in real life.

The plot takes its time to develop with the first chapter focusing on character-building. The real action begins in the second chapter, so it should be read as a two-parter. And don't worry, there's plenty of action to come.

---How to make money and gain work experience in style---

Hey everyone, this is Holly, editor-in-chief of this little blog called 'Très Chic'. As of recently, I'm dipping my toes into the world of work for the first time ever. That's why I started this blog to capture the ever-changing tides of my personal growth in this volatile and complex world as a young adult. Let me take you through the whole experience of how I manage to build a career while figuring things out and pursuing my dreams. Believe me, I'm just as curious to see where this goes as you!

So, let's get the important things out of the way and be done with it! You guys want me to spill the tea on how I got the idea to start this blog, don't you? Frankly, it's not that complicated. After all, it's what we do in this age of technology and social media! One way or the other, all of us tweet our thoughts and air our grievances. In the end, we all crave attention and want to flex our skills, don't we? Let's face it, we're the Selfie Gen for a reason. #LifestyleOfTheYoungAndFamous

Nywy, some recent life changes made me start this little endeavor. Me and my bae Tia just finished our junior year in college. So, the big internship was coming up for the both of us. Being fashion design majors, we're learning the nuts and bolts of making clothes and accessories. What we haven't learned, though, is how to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Now, as a couturier, you have no choice but to go to the fashion capitols of the world, which have horrendous rental fees and living costs and all that. So, it's not hard to see why we couldn't afford an unpaid internship in a big city. #StoryOfMyLife

Either way, there's no stopping us, no matter the obstacle! That's why we looked for alternatives. In the end, we decided to take a gap year to work for a fashion label. Gaining work experience while earning money? Must be nice. So, let's get this bread! #SecureTheBag

OK! I started ranting for a moment there (which might happen from time to time when something's sending me, btw). So, forgive me for that. Anyway, the name of my blog says it all. As a design student, I'm gonna do more than write posts and answer questions. I plan on reblogging everything that inspires me (aka all things en vogue and très chic). #InspirationIsTheGiftThatKeepsOnGiving

Relax, guys! I know what you're waiting for. I'm not new to the internet, I'm a digital native. Duh! You want me to dish on me and my bff (btw, we've been best friends for so long that we call each other bae or bestie or boo all the time... and no, there's nothing sexual between us... don't even think about it). So, let me introduce myself. I'm 22-year-old Holly DeLuca, nice to meet you! Growing up, my mom always called me a tomboy bc I was a wild child and played a lot of sports. Playing with dolls never really was my style. In high school, my wild side made me a legit bad girl with a snarky sense of humor. IRL, though, I was just testing out limits as if that was a bad thing. But you know society and its backwards sentiments. #MindsetMatters

For a bit of context, my parents got divorced, so I guess I acted out a little. Ever since I've gone to college, though, I've been exposed to so many different cultures and backgrounds. My mind literally opened up and my interests have been directed to much more important things. I've met a ton of creative and artistic people who are trying to change the world for the better, and I'm proud to be a part of it. These experiences have given me direction and made me who I am today - a strong-willed but open-minded person. You know, an independent woman with firm convictions but intellectual curiosity. #VarietyIsTheSpiceOfLife

All right, I get it! This is the internet, so you're not really interested in my personal and cognitive development. Rather, you want to know all about my looks, don't you? Got it! So, here it is! I'm 5'7" and about 115lbs with a slender frame and athletic built. There's some Italian in my genetic cocktail, so I have Mediterranean olive skin and straight, jet-black hair that reaches halfway down my back. Most striking are my eyes bc they're super bright. Some people say they're gray, but I maintain that they're icy blue (mostly, bc I like the implied powers, fyi). Plenty of times, I've been told that my eyes are a mesmerizing portal to my soul. Cheesy, I know! But mosdef something to flex. #IcyEyes

Oh, I almost forgot the feature you care most about: my boobs! You greedy pigs! The things we do to keep our readers interested, right? Anyhow, I'm only gonna say this once: My measurements are 32-24-34 with completely real and natural b-cups. They're not huge but cute and perky, and I really like them that way. More impressive is my plump posterior, which is super round and curvy. Once, I was told that my bottom is the definition of a bubble booty. An ex-bf actually used to say my butt is so big you could scale it, but whatever! #PAWG4Life

BTT, this is a fashion blog, and the name 'Très Chic' is not for naught, bc it's all about the vibe! The last thing I want to be is another generic fashion blogger. So, I always try to look elegant and chic while making it seem effortless. Don't get me wrong, guys, minimalistic looks and neutral colors are the new black (or is that orange?). But it gets boring when you see one after the other and another, doesn't it? #UniqueIsChic

AFAIK, it's crucial to the success of a blog to keep the content up-to-date and rich in diversity. For this reason, I always customize my outfits with quirky and bold details. It allows me to play around with loud and kooky items while having fun with it. Getting creative with my shoes, handbags, and accessories, I make it a point to honor my Italian heritage. That's why I prefer chunky jewelry (aka big earrings, cross necklaces, and multiple bracelets). #LuxuryMadeInItaly

NGL, I'm low-key boujee, but only in regard to fashion. Despite my lineage, I so don't dig the guidette style. Looking cheap and trashy is the last thing I'm going for. Big yikes! Likewise, I don't agree with the whole barbiecore aesthetic. Also, yikes! I know that the pretty-in-pink look is the trend of the year, but I dislike the implicit message. That's why you won't see me wearing a pink piece, like ever. Promise! #ItalianChic

Now, about my bae! Apart from being the same age, she's pretty much the opposite of me. Her name is Theresa Blake although everybody's been calling her Tia since forever (which is elementary school, btw). She's the bubbliest person I know, bc she's always enthusiastic and exuberant. In fact, her smile can light up any room and she can lift anyone's spirit in a heartbeat. #BaeBooBestieBFF

It goes without saying that men are drawn to Tia like moths to the light. Granted, that might be due to more than her bubbly charms. For sure, her looks are another big reason as she's a slim sweetheart who stands 5'2" and weighs about 105lbs. Mosdef, her beauty is enhanced by her sky-blue eyes and natural blonde hair that starts out straight and ends in cute waves at shoulder blade level. I know it's superficial to the max, but most noticeable are her 32DD natural breasts that leave any men speechless (and drooling, ftfy). #TopHeavyTuesday

To come full circle, Tia's style also differs from mine. Her taste corresponds to her personality, bc it's all about being wild and quirky. That's why she prefers bright colors and creative patterns. As a result, she's always up for a surprise, incorporating international modes or retro vibes into her outfits. Even so, us bffs have a lot of similar interests. We love doing yoga together or battling it out over guitar hero and sing star. Granted, we can get pretty competitive at times, but we agree on all the important things in life (e.g., hitting the spa on weekends and painting our nails twice a week). We even tend to match our styles, like artistic black nail-polish for me and flashy red nails for Tia. LSS, we're both baddies! #SelfCare

Truth be told, we've been inseparable since elementary school: the bubbly blonde and the passionista (that's her nick for me, fyi). After high school, we decided not to break up the band. Instead, we chose the same college, living together in a dorm. It's a very progressive university with international flair, which is great when you're a design student. The classes are exciting and educational, even though it can get stressful and challenging at times. But don't get me wrong, guys, we're no bookworms! We defo enjoy the fun and games of college life in all its varieties. #DormRoomParty

As you can see, we're pretty much your usual college girls. But it's not all sunshine and roses bc there are some negatives as well. Student debt is slowly piling up, and with the current economic downturn, it's not getting better any time soon. As a result, job prospects aren't really good (more like totally bleak, ftfy). Tia and I don't come from wealthy backgrounds, so the need to secure the bag is real. Otherwise, we'd be your classic broke coeds, and that's not an option! So, we had no choice but to return to our hometown and live with our parents again (or in my case, with my mom). But it is what it is, right? #FirstWorldProblems

TBH, being back in my childhood room is the opposite of a dream come true. Our hometown was a nice country town when we were young, but the recession has hit it hard. Consequently, the disparity between the boroughs has grown considerably. Most neighborhoods have become legit shabby and drab. There are hardly any jobs left, except for those at the local fast-food restaurants. Even the main shopping center has felt the effects. With the rise of online shopping, the place has deteriorated from a glitzy shopping palace to a rundown mall with stores closing left and right. In a few areas, however, the local high society has continued to thrive with a few gated communities sprawling around an exclusive country club and golf course. #HomeSweetHome

In this situation, Tia and I must be glad that we've found employment at an apparel store in the aforementioned shopping mall. It's not a nationwide retailer, but a local fashion label that operates several stores in the state. The label is called Vonderstone. It produces men's and women's clothes, mainly targeting the 25+ market. Simply put, its not exactly high fashion or haute couture, but rather pret-a-porter and ready-to-wear for segmented groups. #FashionableYetAffordable

All right, guys! Chill! I know what you're waiting for. You want me to spill the tea on our work attire, don't you? OK, fine! It's not exactly hooters, but the fashion label has an official uniform nonetheless (bc corporate identity, duh). It's a dark green polo shirt with black khaki pants for the salesmen and dark green camisole tops with black leggings for the saleswomen. I gotta admit that the camisole top is cut relatively tight, and the leggings are pretty figure-shaping, but to compensate they're made of certified organic cotton. That's a plus! Apart from that, I've tried to restrain myself with the bold and quirky accessories at work so far. After all, I don't want to give the wrong impression. #Adulting

FWIW, our idea had been solid: Gain professional practice in branding, merchandising, and management. In reality, however, our plan proved too ambitious. In the wake of the economic crisis, the store had been downsized, leaving only a store manager, two floor managers, and two salesclerks for each clothing department. And that's exactly where we started our work experience. #CareerArc

TL;DR! In sum, Tia and I are currently working as retail clerks. It's our job to show customers the products and answer their questions. Most of the time, though, we have to stock the merchandise in the retail spaces. The tasks are basic, and the job is far from lit. Still, we're slaying it like pros! If we keep up the good work, I'm pretty sure we'll get more responsibility soon, like working as visual merchandisers or something like that. #GoalAF

So, what do you think? Do you agree that we'll get our chance to flex our skills soon? Never mind the struggle, don't forget to be awesome! BTW, feel free to leave your questions in the comments!

---How to cope with annoying superiors and chill---

*BushMaster55: You 2 college hussies must be so proud acting as display dummies! Showcasing those slutty uniforms after all those hours studying for your oh-so-difficult classes. Tell us, your [sic] already standing in the store window as visual merchandise?*

Rude! But it's the first comment ever on my blog, so yay! Still, I'm not gonna dignify it with a response bc the question is completely presumptuous. However, I think it shows that it's time to put the talk about our work clothes to rest. The camisole top and leggings are a bit too tight for my taste, but they're in no way slutty. Women can dress sexy and professional at the same time! It all comes down to the attitude. #SexyYetPresentable

*Anonymous: Hey Holly, I'm all for self-expression and it sounds like you're on an interesting journey. Don't let any obstacles stop you! But stay away from txt speak. Those silly abbreviations are annoying!*

Hello Anon, thanks for the kind words! I can assure you that I don't give up easily. So, all you obstacles out there, come and get me! I'm ready for adulting! I'll only grow from overcoming them!

Nywy, I write this blog to process my experiences. This is no term paper, but my current life with all its feels and emotions. I'm young and dynamic and I want my blog to sound fresh and vivid. So, I'm sticking to my style. OK (aka okay^^)! I'm happy to provide assistance, but not for the sweary abbreviations. This blog is supposed to be safe for work, so you'll have to figure those out for yourself. BTW, we're not in the 80s anymore, txt speak is here to stay. #DealWithIt

All right, girls! I know you want me to dish on the latest fashion craze. What's en vogue and what's just a fad, right? B4 I give you the scoop on what's the rage of the year, however, I should give you the outline of the retail store first, so you know the type of apparel our label offers. Are you ready for a deep dive into the Vonderstore? It is split into two departments, each run by a floor manager. The right side of the store is occupied by the men's department, which offers mainly leisurewear and casual chic. The left side is the women's department with a wide range of categories from fancy dresses to trendy jumpsuits and from sporty fits to voguish clubwear. There's a changing room along the right side with changing cubicles lined up like pearls on a string. Along the left side is the stockroom. At the end of the sales floor, you have to go up two steps to reach the register. You can pass the cash point on both sides. Behind it, there's a small section for beachwear and accessories. To the left of the register is a locker room for the employees and on the right side is a small office for the store manager. #DetailsMatter

BTT (aka back to topic), the floor manager who heads our sales area returned from vacation today. So, we met our direct supervisor for the first time ever. This wouldn't be anything special or dramatic if it were any other guy. His name is Matt Jacobs, or simply Matty, as he likes to be called. Go figure! At 6'2", he has a towering height and a well-built physique. All told, he looks handsome, and he knows it. Most of all, though, he's a total dudebro, as in a typical fratboy with an arrogant smirk on his face and cocky line on his lips at all times.

BION (aka believe it or not), but on his first day back, Matt wore a pink shirt with a popped collar to work! The rest of his clothes weren't much better, as he wore all the brands that are the latest fad. He actually looked like someone who goes with the wave and lacks any individuality. Apart from that, he was also late to work. So, what did he do when he arrived? He literally strutted around the store like a peacock. No cap!

"Oh man, is it still a walk of shame if you look that good?" He dropped a dime of self-reflection.

AAMOF (aka as a matter of fact), he raised his arms in a mock apology to make it even more cringe. In response, Tia and I couldn't help but look at each other and roll our eyes in unison. That was the moment when we both knew that work was gonna be so much more fun from here on out. Even so, it happened faster than expected, bc Matt started bragging about his vacation asap. Weird flex but OK! #OverSharingMuch

"That beach break was legit! Total killer for getting laid!" He told us as if we were his fratbros. "All-inclusive my ass! More like, all ancient as dirt! That one blonde coug totally wouldn't put out. F**king skank!"

"I shoulda taken you along, chicas!" He told us in no uncertain terms, although I was low-key surprised that he didn't call us 'hoes'.

"Don't worry!" He added with an obnoxious chuckle. "I'd make sure you ain't get sunburned, cuz I'd take your temperature every day with my beef-o-meter."

GTFOH! I can't even with this cringelord! The douchbaggery was real. I almost expected him to turn around and give a high-five to some imaginary fratbro. Tia and I couldn't roll our eyes hard enough. #CringeAF

I know what you're saying, girls! Why didn't we make a beeline to the store manager and issue a formal complaint? We actually thought about it. Bet! For some reason, however, the other two salesclerks let our resident fratboy do as he liked. I don't know why, but he got clout. So, we decided to wait and see how things would unfold over the next few days. After all, we're still the noobs around the place. #Priorities

AAMOF, nothing changed during the rest of the week. In fact, it only got worse bc Matt wasn't just your basic fratboy but a real player (at least, in his own mind, ftfy). In truth, he was every privilege ever, literally wrapped up in one (admittedly hot) body. So, I eventually dropped a few hints to the other department head. Surprisingly, the seasoned floor manager was quick to point out all of Matt's hard work, although it's a mystery to me what that's supposed to be. We still didn't want to be seen as troublemakers, so we refrained from telling the store manager. We figured that it was just an act to test the newbies. For sure, he wanted to trigger us independent baddies! That's all! If we didn't let the jerk troll us, it would surely fade away, right? #CheckYourPrivilege

You're miles out! With each passing day, Matt made it more apparent that he was our boss who could cancel us at any moment. Acting hella rude, he stood in the way more often than not. But instead of swerving, he preferred to drop a stupid bro line that only he could laugh about. Besides that, he corrected every little thing, and I mean even the most trivial details. Don't believe me? Here's just the most unbearable example: Yesterday, I was advising a woman on a beige dress when the douchebro suddenly interrupted me, only to correct me and tell the lady that the color was in fact light French beige.