Kay was in work on the Monday morning relieved that she had told the boys about her vacation experience. To be honest she was glad to get it off her chest. Unburdening herself to someone else was cathartic. She wasn't sure what would happen between them all but at least they knew the truth. She put this out of her mind and concentrated on work.
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There was definitely something going on, something weird at Mr Goodiner's store. She wasn't sure what it was but there were little clues. Iona had mentioned Mr Goodiner's bonus system but never explained how it worked. One of the most surprising things she had learned was how MRS Goodiner was the brains behind the business and not her husband. This was surprising as she seemed so mild and reserved but Iona had explained that she was very different at home and in business than the facade she presented to the outside world.
On her first day Kay had arrived at the store at 8:30 prompt. She wore comfortable camel coloured loafers but also had in a bag a white pair of trainers with deep soles, ready for a day ahead that would probably mean she would be on her feet, none stop. Blue Wrangler jeans and white T-shirt completed her ensemble and underneath she wore a set of pink satin underwear.
She was welcomed as she arrived at the store by Mr Goodiner himself, dressed in a 3 piece, green tweed suit and next to him was a pretty, dark, Italian looking girl called Iona. She was about 28 years old, smaller than Kay, with a prominent bust. She wore a light blue overall. Mr Goodiner introduced her to Iona and said she would handle all Kay's 'on-job' training, after the induction by himself.
He constantly sucked mints to disguise, very poorly, the fact that he smoked cigars. This was evident from the stale sweet smell of his clothing. He showed her once again round the main store area and then down the cellar.
The cellar directly below the store, was quite light and airy, due to the fact that light travelled in from smallish thick glass windows situated all around the edge of the recessed store floor that formed the ceiling to part of the cellar. He still needed to switch on a light to show her the storeroom; a large room with shelves on all sides which had a large table in the centre. The cellar had several brilliant strip lights in the centre aisle that ran along to the next building, the butcher shop also owned by the Goodiner's. These were usually kept switched off 'to conserve energy' he said but Iona said it was because Mrs Goodiner was mean. The light for the aisle or tunnel was usually supplied by some low-energy wall lights which were not particularly bright. The walls were made of brick, forming a sort of tunnel with several arched supports equidistant from each other. Further down the cellar there was a locker room built of MDF for changing and storing the staff's outdoor clothes, and personal affects. Mr Goodiner provided uniforms.
The uniform was little more than an overall, of light blue cotton material with the name 'Goodiner' on the pocket. It had a button down front with narrow lapels and a foot long split up the back, to make stretching and movement easier. The overall had a single button at the bottom of the split to retain some modesty for the wearer but this defeated the object and so often it was left undone. Kay's freshly cleaned uniform was hung on a wire coat hanger in a polythene wrapper next to her locker. Inside were 5 more, folded neatly and wrapped likewise. "One for each working day of the week." He had said. "We like our staff smartly dressed at all times." She was informed that it was the staff member's responsibility to clean each uniform before next use. Her locker was such that all her uniforms could be hung in it, at the start of the week.
Mr Goodiner left her to get changed and said he would meet her near the storeroom.
She closed the locker room door and opened the metal locker. She undid the laces on her loafers and removed them while sitting on an old brown wooden chair. Next the brown leather belt was unclasped and after unzipping her jeans she pushed them to the ground. There was a long mirror on the locker room door and she caught sight of her reflection standing in white T shirt, pink satin panties and white cotton ankle socks. She turned slightly looking at her behind and legs checking the definition of her calves.
Her hair was now much shorter and more manageable since having it styled into a bob on vacation. She pulled the T-shirt over her head, before finally getting into the overall and buttoning it up. She sat and pulled on her trainers, displaying her panties as she crossed her legs while tying the laces.
She looked about the room to see a couple more grey metal lockers stood by her own and a few posters on the walls. She noticed a row of windows high up and as she turned her head back out the corner of her eye, thought she saw movement. She looked back but it was nothing, however it was enough to give her the creeps and she made for the door.
Unknown to Kay, Mr Goodiner could see the whole scene and performance as he stood outside of the locker room. He watched through a window high up on the wall by standing on a chair. He enjoyed her slim, but physically strong body being shown to him bit by bit as she stripped down to the pink coloured satin underwear. It fed his lust. He drank in the rounded, pink peach of her panty clad ass as she bent to remove her jeans. The sight of her, stretching her hands above her head to remove the T-shirt, exposing all of her lightly bronzed lithe body and the contrast with the pink and white of her clothes, made him rub his cock through his trousers. Her breasts sat up looking perky cupped by her pink bra. It was all Mr Goodiner could do to resist pulling out his cock and playing with it. As she had made to put on the uniform he quietly moved away to the storeroom, their agreed rendezvous.
The main thing she liked about the overall was that it was cool to wear (temperature-wise not fashion-wise) and it was about mid-thigh in length. She anticipated that it would become extremely hot in the store and the loose fitting nature of the garment meant that cool air would be able to circulate between it and her skin.
She made for the storeroom, were Mr Goodiner waited.
"Oh that looks so good on you, made for you, made for you." His smile glowed with genuine pleasure. "I think you're ready for the customers now."
He led her to the stairs and being a gentleman ushered Kay first. She was conscious of what the overall might reveal especially with the spilt up the back and as she stepped up she held her hand across the bottom, climbing in a knock-kneed fashion.
Once into the brighter store she saw Iona dealing with a customer. Mr Goodiner greeted the lady and continued helping Kay familiarise herself with the inventory on the shelves. Strangely she was aware that she ended up in what uncannily was the same spot she had been in when interviewed, as he showed her the various items. She realised she was probably situated over the brass plate reflecting a view of her pink satin panties, but she didn't want to miss a thing and listened ardently, while crossing her legs.
As Mr Goodiner talked he made genuinely funny little quips, not racy or vulgar, but humorous and she found herself liking him, even if she was starting to think him a bit perverted for looking up her skirt. The customer left and he left Kay in the hands of Iona, as he needed to attend his butchers shop.
"So you're Kay -- he ain't talked about nothing else for weeks, singing your praises." She said in a friendly way but without a great deal of respect for Mr Goodiner. Even so Kay felt quite flattered that she had been talked about in such glowing terms but concerned she may not live up to his high opinion of her.
Iona had dark colouring very Italian looking. She was small with large breasts and wore the uniform of overall and trainers. She was very relaxed and had an air of tough, confidence. She gave the distinct impression though small she would not be pushed around. Her accent placed her from outside the town, from somewhere north.
"I hope he's not expecting a great deal at first?" Said Kay, as she was apprehensive, this being her first 'real' job and not wanting to muck it up.
"Oh don't worry. He's a good boss a fair payer and extremely patient." She paused looked Kay up and down then added. ".... especially when you're a looker, like yourself."
Kay felt quite flattered again even though she wasn't certain how to take the final comment. Iona changed the subject.
"Have you met his wife?"
"Oh yes." Kay nodded.
"What do you think of her?" Iona asked this in such a way it made Kay feel as if it was a trick question.
"I don't know really she's very quiet, keeps herself to herself." Kay shrugged.
"Hmmm! I thought you might say that." Iona looked at her steadily. "You're in for a surprise."
She paused and Kay didn't know what to say.
"She can be an old witch." Iona nodded to deflect any unspoken doubts Kay might have. "I don't know why he puts up with her."
Kay was genuinely shocked.
"I only see her at church. She's a timid little thing."
"Well you'll find out when you hear her in the store." Iona nodded as Kay shook her head in disbelief. "She has a voice that could cut glass."
Kay couldn't believe how she had come to have such a dramatically different picture of Mrs Goodiner, than Iona. She would have to tell the boys, when they get back.
Later on Kay discovered Iona was in a, if not unhappy, then an indifferent marriage. She said her husband cared more about cars, football and booze than he did about her and they held a healthy mutual disrespect for each other.
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Days later Iona was chatting to Kay about the Goodiner's.
"Oh he's alright, quite a good laugh in his own way. His wife is a harridan as I've told you." She leaned back against the counter, scratching the back of her leg with her foot. "Always on at him. Keeps a tight rein on the purse strings as well."
Another time she was talking about them.
"They've no kids she couldn't have them." She grinned. "Not that I think they've had sex for a long, long time."
