Rachelle only had one fitting then the weekend was hers. She wasn't going to be doing anything, but just be off. Perhaps she would walk around the farmers market Sunday morning? Go to the Park tonight to hear some music it was free on Saturday nights. Looking at her watch she saw the scheduled time almost here. Looking around she seen the shop was full which wasn't unusual. Weddings and dances and Cotillions a well dressed man always needed a good suit or a tuxedo.
Looking again at her private appointment book she seen the customer walk through the door. Tall, gray brownish hair, beautiful smile. Long legs, well toned. She figured him a 40 long. Black light weight wool suit. Measuring to the tops of his shoes. She thought he would look handsome in yellow, shades of blues, for a rich statement a black monogrammed shirt.
"Rachelle, Robert London is here." The voice over the intercom system alerted her.
Gracefully she walked towards him. Head held high, shoulders back, straight spine. Just enough sway in her hips to cause her short skirt to flounce a little. Her long legs were bare with nothing but four inch strappy sandals around her ankle.
"Good morning Mr. London. I've been looking forward to meeting you." Rachelle said holding out her beautifully manicured hand.
Her long hair was loosely falling around her face and down her back. Her eyes sparkled when she spoke. Robert also noticed she was very beautiful without seemingly aware of that fact.
"Please call me Robert. I'm here for a few things. A nice suit that travels well. Some shirts. I would like a custom made tuxedo. I hear this is the place." Robert smiled into her deep blue eyes.
"Yes, Vaughn's is the place. Shall we see a few selections before going into the fitting room?" Rachelle said professionally.
They walked the racks and she pointed out the qualities of some over others. His eye was on a black suit but she had known it wouldn't travel well. She took it off the rack and they made their way towards the private dressing area.
Rachelle had done this hundreds of times. She always gave them their modesty. She allowed them to make the requests for the measurements. Normally it was done so clinically that it was more like a doctor's visit. Pulling back the curtained area she chose dressing room three. Robert didn't mention for her to leave, he just started to undress. Rachelle was hanging the suits on the wall as she noted he was down to his Haines boxer briefs. Turning she took the measuring tape expertly measured his chest. His arms, his back, waist and then slightly moving towards his inseam. Robert moved his legs open a little she motioned for him to stand regularly. He stood straight she got the measure and then she saw it. It was barely there but it was an outline of his member.
Rachelle stood up her face was flushed, Robert looked perplexed. Rachelle turning her back she brought out the first pair of slacks handing them to him. She excused herself for only a second. Stepping out of the room she chided herself over her sophomoric behavior. Gathering her wits she stepped back in and was business again.
"Well, Rachelle what do you think?" Robert asked.
