Daddy parked the car in a space behind the dress shop. Little One was accustomed to parking near the front door and she had never seen the rear of the building. It was a busy place today. Men were unloading boxes from a caterer's truck and rolling them inside on hand carts.
Daddy held her hand as they walked past the workmen who seemed to pay them no notice as they approached, but each stopped their work to watch Little One walk across the freight dock and through the large doors. Little One noticed several empty wooden crates which once contained Champagne and other wines on the edge of the dock.
"Daddy, why do we have so much wine at the shop?" Little One asked.
"There will be a party after the show," he answered. "I am expecting large orders today. All the people who will be here are owners or buyers for clothing stores."
Loud music with heavy bass blared for a few seconds and shut off. Daddy led Little One to the front show room. All the clothes racks were packed against one wall. A crew of workmen was raising large speakers and lights on stands. A tent-like curtain covered the door to the fitting rooms and a runway extended from it half way across the room.
Little One stopped and stared. She let go of Daddy's hand and skipped up the steps behind the curtain. Little One strutted down the runway and looked across the empty chairs. She saw them filled with people and heard the music booming as she walked to the end where Daddy was standing. The music and people vanished when he held his hand out to her. Little One bent down and kissed him, holding his hand to her cheek.
"Thank you, Daddy," Little One whispered. "I will do a good job for you." Daddy squeezed her hand and smiled.
"I know you will, Little One," he said. "They need you in the fitting rooms. I will be very busy until the show starts. I will be watching you on the runway." Daddy put his hand on the back of her neck and held her for another kiss. She closed her eyes and almost lost her balance.
Little One stood up and shivered to regain her composure. Daddy waved for her to go and she turned to walk back to the curtains. He watched her graceful legs and the fluid swivel of her ass as she walked away.im. Now Daddy imagined people in the seats watching her. These people won't know what hit them, he thought.
Daddy made a careful survey of the showroom. Everything seemed in place. The sound system and lights were ready. The bartender and the caterer were all in place. He looked at his watch. The buyers would start to arrive in an about an hour and he wanted them to feel pampered all evening.
The fitting room was crowded with hair stylists, makeup artists and dressers when Daddy walked in. He stood in the door and watched all the activity with satisfaction. Little One sat in her panties before the mirror while the stylist pulled a long tress of hair between her fingers and rolled it up in the curling iron. Her long black hair spilled over her shoulders in large loose flowing curls.
Vangie sat naked beside Little One while another woman worked on her hair. She seemed unaware of any one else in the room, even the woman pinning her hair. Vangie stared into the mirror and carefully lifted each breast, turning her nipples up to the mirror. Cloey bent over to push her shorts down her legs and stepped out of them. Little One had her back to Daddy. She smiled when she saw Daddy in the mirror. Cloey stood up and noticed Daddy standing in the door.
"Robert," she said with a grin, "you should announce yourself before walking in." Daddy smiled and looked at his three models and the crowd of women helping them. It pleased Little One to see all the women in the room turn to Daddy and respectfully wait for him to speak.
"I won't take much of your time," he began. "This is a small show, but it's a big money show. All the people in the gallery are here to spend. We have to make it easy for them to do that. Little One, Cloey, and Vangie, will be walking, but we are all working this show. No breaks in the runway. I want someone leaving as the last comes back in. I want them beautiful, sexy and seductive. I want every man out there to think, this is what I want to see in my bedroom. I want every woman to think, this is what I want to look like in my bedroom. Now Ladies, keep your walk slow, let them see what we are selling. Go out there and walk like what you really want to do is take it all off for them. Let's go."
Everybody went back to their work as Daddy walked to Little One. She tilted her head back to look up at him with her hair falling down behind her chair.
"Do you like my hair this way, Daddy," she asked. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her lightly. Little One twisted her neck and kissed the hand on her right shoulder
"I love the curls, Little One," he answered. "You are going to be wonderful. Just be yourself out there and they will love you."
"Yes, Daddy," she said and took his hand in hers. She held it to her lips and kissed it again. "I'll make you proud." Daddy gave her shoulders one last squeeze.
"Good girl," he said as he kissed her again and turned to leave.
Saleslady looked out the window to see a tall young man open the passenger door of a white sedan. A silver haired woman stepped out and took his hand. Saleslady recognized Maxine White, owner of a chain of lingerie stores. Her She was one of the company's largest customers. She picked up two show catalogs and waited as the door opened and Maxine stepped into the shop.
Saleslady smiled and waited for the handsome young man to close the door behind them. Maxine's dress was from the company line and very expensive. Maxine was one of the few women with a sense of fashion sharp enough to impress Saleslady. Her clothes were always a perfect fit, never a crease or a wrinkle. Today her earrings matched her necklace, her pendent, her belt buckle and even the straps of her shoes.
"Welcome to our Spring Showing, Ms. White," Saleslady said as extended her hand. Maxine took Saleslady's hand and squeezed it as a man might.
"Thank you, Saleslady," Maxine replied, not loosening her grip as she spoke. "Have you met my son Marcus?" Saleslady had tried not to stare past Maxine at the tall young man. Saleslady pulled her hand loose from Maxine's grip and smiled at him. Marcus took her hand and curled his fingers around it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Marcus," Saleslady said. His hands were smooth, but strong. He looked straight at her with deep brown eyes and a slight friendly smile.
"Thank you, thank you very much," he replied. Saleslady stifled a giggle. Is he trying to talk like Elvis, she wondered. "I'm glad I could make it here today."
Saleslady wanted for Maxine to speak and draw Marcus's attention so she could look him over carefully. The suit was a perfect cut, as she expected it to be. The shoulders appeared to be padded, but she realized it was all Marcus in the jacket. Saleslady ran her mental dress tape over him. Forty-five inch chest, thirty six inch waist, probably a thirty two inseam. He was tall, but well proportioned. The inseam caught her eye. Marcus's pants were pulled tight in the crotch, with a noticeable bulge against his left thigh. He had the pants tailored to fit like that, she thought. Maxine's boy was a bit of a showoff.
"Would Robert have a few minutes before the show?" Maxine asked, interrupting Saleslady's reverie. "He hasn't seen Marcus for several years." Saleslady blushed a bit and wondered if Maxine had caught her staring at Marcus's crotch.
"Certainly, Ms. White," Saleslady answered. "He's in his office. I know he would love to see the both of you."
"Thank you, again," Marcus said. His smile had turned sly. Saleslady felt a little heat under her ears.
He caught me checking him out, she thought. Saleslady watched the pair walk down the hall to Sir's office. The seat of Marcus's pants was tapered to pull tight across his buns, but hung loose from the thighs down. He knows what he's doing and does it so well, Saleslady thought.
