Have you ever been at Victoria's Secret and wondered what the girls who work there are wearing under their black outfits? I guess I've always assumed that the lingerie company's employees got a hefty discount as part of their compensation package. I wasn't sure until my junior year of college when I started dating a girl from my fluid dynamics class.
We were on our second date when we talked about our jobs that were helping us pay for college. I worked as a tutor in the math department, mostly for freshman calculus. I labored through teaching dumb frat boys so that I could meet many young lovely ladies. Though my success rate was low, the sheer volume of students that I tutored meant that I got a fair number of dates from my job. Not a bad by-product of doing well in math!
Kimmie had been a tutor during her sophomore year, but since she stayed over the next summer, she looked for a job at the local mall. Victoria's Secret was hiring and she couldn't pass up the good pay and discount at VS and their sister stores. A self-proclaimed "clothes horse," Kimmie was everything you don't picture when you think of a female math major: blonde, tall, thin, curvy and well dressed.
I appreciated that, unlike many girls I had dated in high school and college, Kimmie got dressed up for dates. I did my best to look sharp for her, but obviously all the heads in the room were turning for the hot girl in the black dress and strappy heels.
As we talked about her job, I asked all sorts of questions. Perhaps a bit too interested, I think she figured out I have a thing for lingerie. Not weirded out in the least, Kimmie told me quite a few funny stories about work which were fairly erotic as well. I could tell that she had taken full advantage of the significant discount that Victoria's Secret offered. She implied that she'd like to show me her collection and I was eager to see it.
Kimmie also had another plus in the "hotness quotient." Her tongue was pierced and she wore a different tongue stud each day, matching the outfit she was wearing. My only previous experience with a tongue stud was kissing a chick in high school that had just had her tongue pierced. It was still too sore when we made out, so it was an unpleasureable experience for us both. Nonetheless, I still enjoy looking at pictures of porn models with tongue studs and have always longed for the day that I could feel one sliding back and forth along the underside of my cock. As Kimmie talked on our date, I had trouble focusing on anything but that little black & white ball.
After the second date, we made out on a bench in the quad. Very innocent, but passionate. Our third date was her sorority formal for the fall semester. She had pledged Delta Delta Delta as a freshman and was now the chapter treasurer and lived in the on-campus house. It was always a little intimidating picking her up there, especially when her sorority sisters met me at the door and gave me the third degree before she came down stairs. I suppose the fact that they smiled so much meant they approved of me, but it was nerve wracking none the less.
On Wednesday of the week before her formal, I emailed Kimmie and asked her what color dress she was wearing. I wanted to get a matching tie for my tux. She emailed later that night with a link to the store where she had gotten the dress. It was a pink satin dress that ended just above the knee. Spaghetti straps held the low-cut dress up in the front and the back was cut just below the shoulder blades. Another link took me to the shoe store where she had picked up a pair of 4-inch pink heels with a thin strap across the toes and another behind the heel that clasped around the ankle with a small metal buckle.
Of course, I was most interested in the third link...to the Victoria's Secret website. I clicked on the link with nervous excitement. Had she picked out something supportive or something lacy and frilly?
"Crap," I said aloud as the webpage failed to load. I repeatedly clicked on the link again and again in a vain attempt to bring up the page. After several minutes of troubleshooting my internet connection, I finally resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't going to get a preview of the undergarments. My only hope was the fact that she'd sent me the link probably meant that I'd get a chance to see the outfit in person on our date.
When the night of the Tri-Delt formal rolled around, I dressed in my black tux with pink bow tie. I didn't care one bit about the ribbing my roommate gave me for the pink tie. It would all be worth it when I was fucking Kimmie's brains out at the end of the night.
