AUTHOR'S NOTE: These chapters are written to be read in sequence, to fully understand and enjoy the story -- RUSTY
Chapter 3 -- The Boutique
Over dinner Friday night, Amanda told Allen that she needed to do some clothes shopping the next day. He didn't say much. Allen didn't even make eye contact with her. His glaze remained lowered at his plate as he ate. She thought that was a bit odd. Amanda said that she wanted to get to the mall early, when it opened, so that she could return and spend the afternoon with Allen. He shook his head in agreement without saying a word.
Amanda set the alarm early Saturday so that she had plenty of time to shower and set her hair. She did not eat much of a breakfast because she was very nervous and her stomach was doing flips. After breakfast she slipped into a simple skirt, blouse, and two inch heels. At the front door Amanda took one final look at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She thought the outfit looked simple, but sexy.
It took twenty minutes to drive, park, and enter the mall. She couldn't remember where the boutique was located and used the mall locator to find it. Amanda found the store in short order, stopped at the store front, stood, and looked up at the store's name. She was not sure what was going to happen when she entered the shop and was becoming a bit scared. Taking a big breath and then releasing the air quickly, Amanda walked into Victoria's Secret.
About halfway back in the store Amanda found the sales counter. There were a few other shoppers already in the store, more women than men. She found one sales clerk behind the counter and stepped up.
"Is Debbie here?" Amanda asked with an unsteady voice.
The woman behind the counter stopped what she was doing and looked up. "Yes, I'm Debbie, what can I help you with?"
Debbie looked to be ten years younger, about twenty-five and perky. She was in a short black dress which dipped low in the front, displaying an ample bust. Her hair was blond and flew around her head. The open toed matching black heels made her legs look as if they never would end. Debbie's energy had been noticed by Amanda, and she took an instant liking to her.
"My name is Amanda and I was told that you would be able to help me."
Debbie let a great big smile appear on her face as she looked deep into Amanda's green eyes. "Yes, I was told to expect you and given strict instructions on what you needed to buy."
This surprised Amanda. She expected that Debbie would help, but she had not idea that she would also be working from instructions from SA. Amanda did not respond.
Debbie moved around the counter and walked up to Amanda. She looked Amanda over, as she moved out from behind the counter to ask, "Can you tell me what sizes you wear so that I can retrieve the proper items for you?"
"What items?"
"Well, he said you would be looking for a few different items: French lace bra, bikini panties, no thongs, and stockings, just to name a few."
Amanda was embarrassed by the items Debbie mentioned. Then she remembered where she was.
That would be exactly what one would purchase in a store like this.
But how did she know that she preferred French lace bras and bikini panties over thongs? She answered, "I wear a thirty-six 'B' bra... I believe a small in panties.... and... I think I fit in medium stockings."
"Well you don't sound like you are really that certain about those sizes, why don't we just make sure and measure you. Follow me back to the changing rooms and I'll get the measuring tape.
Amada wasn't confident where this was going since she thought she would be in and out quickly just to buy a few pieces of clothing. She knew she was going to have some help, but this looked like it might be too much help. Not knowing what else to do, she followed Debbie, and they made their way to the back of the store.
Towards the back of the boutique were four changing booths, each with a privacy curtain. Debbie made her way to the rightmost booth in the center of the store and pulled the curtain back. "Here you go, you can use this one to remove all your clothes while I fetch a tape rule."
Amanda hesitated, looked around the store and decided that it was okay to proceed. She entered the booth. Debbie closed the curtain after Amanda stepped into the cubicle.
Amanda looked around and found that the booth had mirrors on all three walls with two cushion seats on each side. She looked at herself in the mirror and said, "Oh well, I'm here." She removed her skirt and blouse. She folded both items and laid them neatly on one seat.
It did not take Debbie long to return and stick her head around the curtain to look in. "Oh no, that will not do, you need to remove everything except for your heels. I'll give you a few more minutes and then come back." She did not wait for an answer, and was off.
Amanda was not sure what to make of this request. Debbie wanted me to be naked to do the measurement?
I've never been naked for a measurement.
She hesitated and then remembered why she was there, she looked up and slowly did a strip for herself in the mirror, removing her bra and panties. Standing up straight, she placed her hands on hips, struck a pose, and looked at her reflection while thinking
this must be what nude models do.
Amanda was admiring her body in the mirror when suddenly the curtain was pulled completely open by Debbie. Amanda crotched and wrapped her arms around her breasts and tried to hide herself from the store.
"I can't measure you like that!" scolded Debbie. "I need for you to stand up straight so that I can use the tape measure on you." She finished her sentence with a devilish smile.
Amanda looked out over Debbie's shoulder into the store. She could see the other customers in the store and they would be able to see her if they looked in her direction. At first she was embarrassed, but then as she gave it more thought. Amanda started to get excited on being forcibly put on display. She dropped one arm, and then the next. Turned slightly towards Debbie and presented herself to be measured.
"That's better. Now raise your arms and I'll get your bust measurement." It almost sounded like a command from Debbie.
Amanda slowly raised her arms, and as she did, she notice one man was now looking directly at her.
"Stand still while I get this measurement," Debbie said, as she reached out and wrapped the tape around Amanda's upper body. She pulled the tape around front to find Amanda's bra size. "You were right, thirty-six inches. Now for the cup size." Debbie released the tape from one hand and pulled it from Amanda's body, then threw it onto one of the benches inside the booth. This released both of Debbie's hands and allowed her to move them up and grab each of Amanda's breasts, one with each hand. Debbie squeezed and smiled. "I would say more of a 'C' size than a 'B'. She squeezed again.
