Abigail's New Job

Abigail awoke to a buzzing alarm in her ear. She painfully opened her eyes to unlock her phone so that she could shut it off. As she did so, she noticed it was 3:30am on Monday. For most people this wouldn't be anything special, but for Abigail, it was the first day of her new job. Abigail had part time jobs prior to this one, but given that she was now 20 years-old and out of college, it was time for her first real adult job. She had often thought of pursuing her bachelor's or master's degree, but after two years of studying she was mentally checked fatigued by the process. So two weeks prior to her final exams, she applied for a job at the local dry cleaning shop. It was a fairly small operation that employed a dozen or so people. The pay was nothing special ($18/hr), but for someone living on their own it was more than plenty. But anywho, she decided to stop procrastinating about her life and to get her butt out of bead to get dressed.

Abigail knew she wasn't a morning person, so she took a shower the night prior so that she could just grab her stuff and go to work. She did, however, brush her hair given that her brunette locks were experiencing a bad case of bed head. With a quick spray of detangle spray and a few brushes, her hair was back to looking magnificent again (well...at least she thought it was magnificent). In truth, Abigail was a very cute girl with an athletic build. She was most proud of her well sculpted "gyat" -- she was never one to keep up with modern day parlances, but she's heard enough passerby's say something about it that it just stuck. Her boobs were, in her opinion, nothing special. They were a respectable B-cup and quite perky to boot; however, she had always wished they were just a little more plump. But all of this besides the point, because after brushing her hair and getting dressed, she was running out the door to her car. As is often the case, Abigail started talking to herself while driving.

"Okay-okay. The owner's name is Evelyn. Evelyn, Evelyn, Evelyn."

She then held a mock conversation with Evelyn in the car.

"Hello, Evelyn. I'm Abigail. Pleased to meet you. Thank you so much for this opportunity."

"Nice to meet you, Abigail." Said Abigail with an altered voice. "We're really happy to have you on board. I trust you watched the instructional video ahead of time."

"I watched it twice, Ma'am. I feel very confident in how the process works here." Said Abigail.

"Impressive. I can see we made the right decision in hiring you to our small family here at Spotless Spin. Welcome aboard." Said Abigail in response.

A smirk came across Abigail's face, she had all her "t's" crossed and "i's" dotted, she knew this business like the back of her hand. Not to long afterwards, she had arrived at Spotless Spin, her new stable job for the foreseeable future. She parked on the side of the road in front of the shop and made her way in to greet Evelyn.

"Hello--" Said Abigail as she was abruptly caught off

"HEY! You can't park on the side of the road, you're going to get a ticket." Said Evelyn with some sass.

"Oh, umm--"

"Just park it in the back. Didn't you watch the instructional video?!" Said Evelyn curtly.

Abigail was one-hundred percent certain there was nothing regarding parking in the video. The only information provided was concerning the dry-cleaning process. That being said, she didn't want to argue with her new boss, so she meekly made her way out of the store and parked her vehicle in the back. Upon returning inside, Abigail was surprised to see that Evelyn was nowhere in sight. A couple minutes passed by, so Abigail decided to gingerly make her way to the door leading to the back room where all the cleaning is done. She gently placed her hand on the door, pushing it open ever so slightly. Evelyn then ripped it open from the other side in one swift motion, causing Abigail to slightly lose her balance.

"What the hell!" Snarled Evelyn.

"Oh, umm--" Replied Abigail

"Why were you walking into the back room without my permission?"

"I just thought you wanted me back there."

"We haven't even started the orientation yet. And here I thought I finally found a good employee who I could count on. Can I count on you? Or was your application too good to be true?"

"Uh, you can count on me, Evelyn."

Evelyn just sternly glared at the girl for a good moment before angrily clasping her heels to the front counter. Abigail shuffled her feet along as she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"By the way, you will formally address me as Ms. Taylor from now on. Understood?"

"Yes, Eve--I mean...Yes, Ms. Taylor."

While things definitely started off rocky, they eased up a bit when Evelyn started explain the various aspects of the business to Abigail. Every detail of the business was described from the cash register to the online orders through their website to customer care. Everything except for how the clothes get cleaned.

"Okay. Let's get down to the most important part, how the clothes get cleaned."

Evelyn led Abigail through the back door to the cleaning room. Now Spotless Spin was a relatively small operation. That being said, Evelyn took pride in giving the most superb service to every customer. She earned a reputation within the community of being the best dry cleaner in the entire State, and she wasn't going to let her standards slip in any regard. This was all readily apparent just by listening to her describe the cleaning process.

"So as you know from the instructional video, we're called a dry-cleaner, but there's nothing dry about it. The clothes are hit with a solvent and soap -- not water, never water."

Abigail noticed the alluring aroma around from the surrounding area, it was quite intoxicating.

"Afterwards, we perform a full inspection to make sure the lining is perfect and that no buttons are missing. The garment is then pressed with steam and goes through one final inspection."

The charm and energy in which Evelyn spoke really highlighted how passionate she still was about the business. She's now owned the business for 21 years, but given that she started it out of high school at 18, meant she was only 39 years-old. And as far as 39 year-old women go, she was still a stunner. Abigail was especially jealous that her bust was so ample and full, they were the kind of breasts that she wish she had. While getting lost in this train of thought, Evelyn began to speak once again.

"And that's our process. It's currently 5:12am and the shop opens up at 6:30am. Claire comes in then and will guide your through the process when some new garments come in."

Before Abigail had a chance to respond, Evelyn's phone began to ring and she answered.

"Hey, Claire. Calling to get my Starbucks order, I get you back next time girl."

Abigail noted how Evelyn was more cheerful and buoyant with Claire compared to her. Maybe it'll take some time to earn her trust. But then the tone began to change.

"Oh, no. No, no. I have no one else today except for the newbie."

Evelyn remained silent as she intently listened to what Claire was saying on the other end.

"Alright, we get better girl. I'll drop some tea and soup off at your place on my way home. Get better, girl."

Evelyn clicked end call as she tossed the phone on the counter and started to rub her forehead in frustration.

"I can't have you run front end on your first day. If you screw up the orders things will turn into chaos."

Realizing this was her chance to earn Evelyn's good graces she decided to show initiative by volunteering to clean the clothes all by herself.

"All by yourself?...On the first day. If you fall behind it'll set us back all week."

"I watched the video two times and paid close attention to your explanation, Ms. Taylor. I know I can do this."

"I know you think this looks easy, but you'll drowned without first-hand experience. I've seen it before, young lady."

"Please allow me to show you. I'll prove I have the stuff."

Evelyn crossed her arms as she looked down toward the ground. She tapped her foot persistently as if she was mulling something over in her head. She pursed her lips for a moment and let out a frustrated sigh. Abigail couldn't take it any longer, so she decided to interject.

"Ms. Taylor--"

"Abigail -- listen carefully, because I'm not going to repeat myself. I have a reputation to uphold in this town, and I will not allow anything to tarnish it. Before you start working alone, I need you to prove to me that you will not mess this up. Unfortunately, all the clothing in our inventory has been cleaned and pressed. So there's nothing for us to clean at the moment."

"Can we just reclean one of the finished garments."

"Absolutely not! My standard is that we clean each garment with care and detail, and we always get it done right the first time. Dry cleaning a cleaned garment goes against my philosophy for the business, and it will never be done."

"Do you want me to grab some of my dirty laundry from home to clean?"

"There's no time for that, Abigail. We need to use the clothing you're wearing right now."

Abigail felt her throat muscles tighten up as her breathing and heart rate accelerated quickly. Surely Evelyn couldn't be suggesting what she thought she was suggesting. This had to be a mistake. This had to be a sick joke that she and Claire were playing on her to just mess with her on her first day. Before she had a chance to say anything, Evelyn grab a paper garment bag and handed it over to her.

"Typically these are made of plastic, but there's local company that makes them out of sturdy paper for me. Just cover yourself with this while we wash your clothes. We'll be doing the delicates as well."

"You, mean...I--I'm going to be working naked with only a paper garment bag to cover me?"

"You make it sound so lewd. It's basically the same material they use at a doctor's office."

"But those get ripped so easily and--

"Look, Abigail. Patrons will be arriving in less than an hour now, so I don't have time for your shenanigans. You're going to be working back here the entire time away from the customers. No one will see you. Plus, once your clothes are cleaned, you can get dressed again."

"What time do you think that'll be?"

"It depends. You'll be washing, inspecting, and steaming fairly non-stop when things get rolling. I'll be running the register and performing the final inspections before we return them to the customers. So if we get yours done before the customers roll in, great. If not, we'll play if by ear."

And with that, Evelyn handed Abigail the paper garment bag and crossed her arms in anticipation. Abigail realized there was no way she was talking her way out of this one at this point. Evelyn had an unyielding sternness that would not yield to her pleas. So with no other recourse, Abigail placed her hands on the hem of her shirt and carefully lifted it above her head. She placed it in a small basket sitting besides her as Evelyn still stared on sternly. Abigail unzipped her jeans and tugged them away from her well-rounded ass as they descend down to the floor. She had to take off her shoes first before she could fully get them off of her body. She placed her jeans in the basket as she now stood in there in her satan black bra and panties.

"Okay. Put on the paper garment bag and then take off your delicates. You can put your shoes back on since he'll be hustling today."

Abigail delicately slipped on the paper garment bag, knowing that one false move would lead to it tearing. Surely the standard plastic bag would have been a sturdier material, but given that it's see-through, that was not preferable for the young girl. Abigail dropped her panties to the floor and kicked them into the basket. She wanted to take of her bra, but contorting her hand to her backside would tear the flimsy material.

"I'll get that for you."

Evelyn's heels clicked their way over to the girl as she calmly and confidently worked her hands through the paper bag. She unclasped the bra with such efficiency and precision that Abigail had hardly noticed that it had come off at all. But when she saw Evelyn toss it into the basked with the other clothes, the truth was all to real. Abigail was all but naked. Just one piece of paper covered her body from neck to the top of her knees. Even the smallest tear could be catastrophic and lead to an unwanted mishap. But before she had time to ruminate on this lamentable situation, Evelyn had motioned her over to the machines to get started.

It was quite a weird feeling when Abigail place her clothes into the machine. Any chance of backing out of this was completely out of the question. She was now at the mercy of Evelyn and the frail piece of paper that covered her body. She even thought it was quite ironic, being completely surround be other people's freshly pressed clothes while she herself was covered with none. Evelyn was actually quite impressed with Abigail's skills in cleaning and pressing the clothes. She was a true natural, exactly what she needed under these circumstances. While Abigail was going through the steaming process, a loud knock was heard at the front door. Evelyn looked at her watch and realized it was 6:27am, nearly time to open the shop.

"Hand it over."

Evelyn took charge to finish the steaming of Abigail's clothes as she promptly put them on the rack. She then pressed a button as they zoomed far, far away from Abigail's body.

"We'll do the final inspection after we get a break in customers. The customer always comes first so that's what you are to focus on."

Evelyn scurried off through the door as she fixed her hair while doing so. Abigail heard the front door unlock as Evelyn excitedly greeted the first customer.

"Gurty! Well if it isn't my favorite customer. How are you doing, darling?"

"Ack! Gerald got mustard stains all over his favorite suit again. I tell ya, that man could keep this business profitable all by himself."

The two women laughed as Evelyn came scurrying back with the suit in her hand.

"Gutry's husband is going to need this again tonight, so I need to work on this asap."

Abigail hurriedly took the clothes and got to work. Orders continued pouring in all morning with Evelyn greeting each customer with charm and optimism; quite a stark contrast to how she talked to Abigail this morning. But the young girl's spirits began to pick up as the morning went on. The work was fast-paced, but she was really enjoying the process. In a lot of ways, it didn't feel like work whatsoever. Perhaps it was because she wasn't constricted by tight work clothes that had often plagued her in the past. Something about this breezy, pliable paper just made her feel at ease. Of course, she couldn't work like this all the time, yet it was an experience she wouldn't mind trying again in the future.

"Abigail!" Yelled Evelyn as she burst through the door.

"Yes?"

"I have a suit from Congressmen Campbell. This a top priority item that needs to be cleaned with the utmost care. If anything were to go wrong I'd be ruined."

"Okay, I'll be extra carful."

"No, no, no." Said Evelyn as she wagged her finger. "I will be doing this one personally to maker certain it's done with one-hundred percent perfection. With that said, I'm going to need you to excellent customer service and run the front register."

"But-but you said--"

"I know what I said, but what I said and what I need are two different things. And right now, I need to you to take care of the customers."

"But if I take care of the customers like this, wouldn't that tarnish your reputation?"

Abigail made a good point. Assisting the customers in nothing more than paper garment bag was a bad look for the business. It would certainly make people wonder what was going on inside of Spotless Spin if they were greeted by an ill-dressed woman.

"Your right, we cant' do that."

Evelyn quickly yanked the shirt off of her body. While she unfurled it, Abigail stared at the woman's plump yet firm breasts. They looked like the breasts of a 20 year-old, a buxom pair that would easily fall into the C-cup category.

"Put on our company shirt and keep you waist close to the counter."

"Wait...are you saying I'm going out there bottomless?"

"No one is going to know. The counter is high enough where they could only see your shoulders and face."

"But how do I get the clothes to you without being seen? There's a gap between the counter and the door."

"You'll have to pick your moments wisely. You literally can make the dash in a second. As long as no one is at the door or windows, you'll be fine."

"Could I have your pants to keep myself covered?"

"No." Replied Evelyn with a scowl. "Congressmen Campbell will be back in two hours sharp! When that time comes, I'll need my pants on and my shirt back so that I can retrieve his clothes for him myself."

"Uh, o-okay."

Abigail gingerly pulled the paper garment holder off of her body and dropped it onto the floor. She was now completely naked for her first day on the job -- what's more, her boss was not taking her eyes off of her. She then reached her arm out to grab onto Evelyn's shirt

"Excuse me. We clean up after ourselves here at Spotless Spin."

Abigail realized she wasn't getting the shirt until she complied. The paper garment holder that she just dropped was behind her body. So she turned herself around, giving her boss a full view of her spectacular butt. She bent to grab the paper, and without meeting her boss's gaze, she knew full well that Evelyn was still laser focused on her every movement. She then walked the paper over to a garbage can that was about fifteen feet away, and then walked her way back to her boss. There was a brief pause in the action before Evelyn said,

"When I first met you, I thought your were going to a flake. But it seems you have demonstrated a level of commitment that I can rely upon. Don't screw this up."

She then placed the shirt in Abigail's hands with a faint grin on her face. Abigail quickly put her head through the neck hole as she pulled the shirt down as low as she could. She estimated that it covered about two inches below her pussy. It could have been lower, but with her butt pushing it out on the back end, it was making it ride up a bit.

"Bring your cheer up to a ten! Treat every customer as a family member."

And with that, Evelyn took the Congressmen's suit and got to work while Abigail made her way to the front counter. She opened the door ever so slightly to see if anyone was inside the store. Luckily there wasn't, which allowed her to dash towards the front counter without being seen. Twenty minutes would go by before the first patron would walk in.

"Welcome to Spotless Clean, Ma'am! How can I help you?"

"Where's Evelyn? I have a number of items I would her to look at."

"She's in the back working on Congressmen Cambell's suit, but I'll be happy to assist you."

"Oh, well, alright. I have a bundle of clothes in the trunk of my car that I need help carrying into the store. Could you lend me a hand?"

"Uh, well...Ms. Taylor said I wasn't suppose to leave the front counter. We're short staffed you see."

"Oh, but Evelyn always helps me out with my clothes, especially since I had that hip replacement in April."

Abigail was stuck. If Evelyn found out that she didn't help this longtime customer, she would most certainly get fired. Going outside, however, with just a shirt would make her susceptible to being seen by someone. Perhaps if she held the shirt down going outside and used the women's clothes to shield herself while walking in, she could feasibly get away with it. Given all the obstacles she went through to retain this job, she wasn't going to let this be her undoing.

"I can certainly help you with those clothes, Ma'am. If you would do me the honor of leading the way, I'll be right behind you."