Holly’s Sales Training

---Premise---

This story is based on the fantasies of a female reader. In terms of genre, it's more smut pulp than erotica. The main themes are male dominance and female submission with a focus on sexual humiliation, exhibitionism, and rough sex.

Always keep in mind that it's a fantasy set in a heightened reality with over-the-top characters. Therefore, it shouldn't be taken too seriously and should never be extrapolated to real life. Instead, it should be interpretated as an ironic play on clichés and stereotypes. Individual statements and actions of characters in the story aren't meant as generalizations for groups of people. Always remember to keep it safe, sane, and consensual in real life.

This is the revised version of the previously published story. In response to reader feedback, I've removed acronyms and abbreviations using a more traditional writing style. The changes are purely linguistic. No changes have been made to the content.

---How to make money and gain work experience in style---

Hey everyone, this is Holly, editor-in-chief of this little blog called 'Très Chic'. I've recently started dipping my toes into the world of work and this blog accompanies me on that journey. It's my goal to capture the ever-changing tides of my personal growth in this volatile and complex world as a young adult. I'll chronicle my experiences building a career while pursuing my dreams. And believe me, I'm just as curious as you to see where this will go!

So, let's get the important things out of the way and be done with it! You want me to spill the tea on how I came up with the idea to start this blog, don't you? Frankly, it's not that deep. After all, this is what we do in this age of social media! One way or the other, all of us tweet our thoughts and air our grievances. In the end, we all crave attention while looking to flex our skills, don't we? Let's face it, we're the Selfie Gen for a reason. #LifestyleOfTheYoungAndFamous

Ultimately, some recent life changes tipped the scales in favor of starting this little endeavor. Me and my bae Tia just finished our junior year in college, so the big internship was coming up for the both of us. Since we're fashion design majors, we're learning the nuts and bolts of making clothes and accessories. What we haven't learned, though, is how to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As a designer, you've got no choice but to go to the fashion capitols of the world, which have horrendous rental fees and living costs. So, it's not hard to see why we couldn't afford an unpaid internship in a major city. #StoryOfMyLife

But whatevs! There's no stopping us, no matter the obstacle! That's why we looked for alternatives. And in the end, we decided to take a gap year to work for a fashion label. Gaining work experience while earning money? Must be nice. So, let's get this bread! #SecureTheBag

All right! I started ranting for a moment. That might happen from time to time when something is sending me, so forgive me for that. The name of my blog says it all anyway. As a design student, I'll be doing more than just writing posts and answering questions. I plan to reblog anything that inspires me (aka all things en vogue and très chic). #InspirationIsTheGiftThatKeepsOnGiving

But relax, everyone! I'm not new to the internet, I'm a digital native. So, I know what you're waiting for. You want me to dish on me and my bae. So, let me introduce myself. I'm 22-year-old Holly DeLuca, nice to meet you! Growing up, my mom always called me a tomboy because I was a wild child and preferred playing with balls over dolls (no, not the kind of balls you think guys, get your minds out of the gutter). In high school, my wild side made me a legit bad girl with a snarky sense of humor. In real life, though, I was just testing my limits. As if that was a bad thing! But you know society and its backwards sentiments. #MindsetMatters

Anyway, here's a bit of context: my parents got divorced, so I acted out for a while. Ever since I've been in college, though, I've been exposed to a lotta different cultures and backgrounds. My mind literally opened up! As a result, my interests have been directed to much more important things. I've met a ton of creative and artistic people who are trying to change the world for the better, and I'm proud to be a part of it. These experiences have given me direction and made me who I am today - a strong-willed but open-minded person. You know, an independent woman with firm convictions but intellectual curiosity. #VarietyIsTheSpiceOfLife

All right, I get it! This is the internet, so you're not really interested in my personal and cognitive development. Instead, you wanna know about my looks, don't you? Got it! So, here it is! I'm 5'7" and about 115lbs with a slender frame and athletic built. There's some Italian in my genetic cocktail, so I've got Mediterranean olive skin and straight, jet-black hair that reaches halfway down my back. Most striking are my eyes because they're super bright. Some people say they're gray, but I maintain that they're icy blue (mostly because I like the implied powers). Plenty of times, I've been told that my eyes are a mesmerizing portal to my soul. Cheesy, I know! But something to flex. Definitely! #IcyEyes

Oh wait! I almost forgot the feature you're most interested in (aka my boobs). The things we do to keep our readers' interest, right? So, I'll only say this once: My measurements are 32-24-34 with completely real and natural b-cups. They're not huge but cute, and I really like them that way. More impressive is my plump posterior, which is super round and extra curvy. I was once told that my bottom is the definition of a bubble booty. An ex-boyfriend even said my butt was so big you could scale it! #PAWG4Life

But let's get back to topic! This is a fashion blog, and the name 'Très Chic' is not for nothing, because it's all about the vibe! The last thing I wanna be is another generic fashion blogger. So, I promise to always keep things elegant while making it look effortless. Don't get me wrong, guys, minimalistic looks and neutral colors are the new black (or is it orange?). But it gets boring when you see it on blog after blog after blog. #UniqueIsChic

As far as I know, it's crucial to the success of your socials to keep the content up-to-date and rich in diversity. So, here's my plan: getting creative with styles and rooting them in my background. I'm gonna customize my outfits with exceptional details and immortalize my Italian heritage in glamorous accessories. Therefore, I'm starting with a collection of chunky jewelry (aka big earrings, cross necklaces, and bold bracelets). #LuxuryMadeInItaly

To be perfectly honest, I'm low-key boujee. But only when it comes to fashion! Despite my heritage, I don't dig the guidette style. Looking cheap and trashy is the last thing I'm going for. And I can't get on board with the whole barbiecore aesthetic either. I know the pretty-in-pink look is the trend of the year, but I don't like the implicit message. That's why you'll never see me wearing a pink piece, ever! #ItalianChic

Now, let's talk a bit about my bae! Apart from being the same age, she's pretty much the opposite of me. Her name is Theresa Blake, but everyone calls her Tia. She's the bubbliest person I know because she's always enthusiastic and exuberant. In fact, her smile can light up every room and she can lift anyone's spirit in a heartbeat. #BaeBooBestieBFF

It goes without saying that men are drawn to Tia like moths to a flame. Granted, this is due to more than just her bubbly charms (aka her looks). She's a slim sweetheart who stands 5'2" and weighs about 105lbs. Her beauty is enhanced by her sky-blue eyes and natural blonde hair that starts out straight and ends in cute waves at shoulder blade level. I know it's superficial, but the most striking thing about Tia are her 32DD natural breasts that leave any men speechless (and drooling). #TopHeavyTuesday

To come full circle, my bestie's style also differs from mine. Her taste matches her personality because it's all about being wild and quirky. That's why she prefers bright colors and creative patterns. When it comes to fashion, she's always up for a surprise, often incorporating international trends or retro vibes into her outfits.

Nevertheless, we have a lotta similar interests. We love doing yoga together or battling it out over guitar hero and sing star. Granted, we can get quite competitive at times, but we agree on all the important things in life (aka hitting the spa on weekends and painting our nails twice a week). We even tend to coordinate our styles, like artistic black nail-polish for me and flashy red nails for Tia. Long story short: we're both baddies! #SelfCare

Truth be told, we've been inseparable since elementary school: the buzzerfly and the passionista (aka the nicks we gave each other). Because of this, we decided not to break up the band after high school. Instead, we chose the same college, living together in a dorm. It's a very progressive university with international flair, which is great when you're a design student. The classes are exciting and educational, even though it can get stressful and challenging at times. But don't get me wrong, guys, we're no bookworms! We definitely enjoy the fun and games of college life in all its varieties. #DormRoomParty

As you can see, we're pretty much the usual college girls. But it's not all sunshine and roses as there are some negatives as well. Student debt is piling up, and with the current economic downturn, it's not getting better any time soon. Consequently, job prospects aren't real good (more like legit bleak). Tia and I don't come from wealthy backgrounds, so the need to secure the bag and make some serious money is real. Otherwise, we'd be your classic broke coeds, and that's not an option! So, we had no other choice but to return to our hometown and live with our parents (or in my case with my mom). But it is what it is, right? #FirstWorldProblems

I must admit that returning to my hometown was the opposite of a dream come true. It was a nice country town when we were young, but the recession has hit it hard. As a result, the disparity between the neighborhoods has grown considerably. Most districts have become bleak. There are hardly any jobs left, apart from those in the local fast-food restaurants. Even the main shopping center has felt the effects. With the rise of online shopping, the place has deteriorated from a glitzy shopping palace to a rundown mall. All over the commercial district, stores are closing left and right. Only in a few areas, the local high society has continued to thrive with a few gated communities sprawling around an exclusive country club and golf course. #HomeSweetHome

In this situation, Tia and I must be glad that we've found employment at an apparel store in the aforementioned shopping mall. It's not a nationwide retailer but a local fashion label that operates several stores in the state. The brand is called Vonderstone. It produces men's and women's clothes, mainly targeting the 25+ market. Simply put, it's not exactly high fashion or haute couture, but rather pret-a-porter and ready-to-wear. #FashionableYetAffordable

All right, guys, chill! I know what you're waiting for. You want me to spill the tea on our work attire, don't you? OK, fine! It's not exactly hooters, but the fashion label still has an official uniform (because corporate identity, duh). It's a dark green polo shirt with black khaki pants for the salesmen and dark green camisole tops with black leggings for the saleswomen. I must admit that the camisole top is cut relatively tight, and the leggings are quite figure-shaping. But on the plus side, they're made of certified organic cotton. Apart from that, I've tried to hold back on the fancy accessories at work. At least for the moment! After all, I don't wanna give the wrong impression right from the start. #Adulting

In theory, our idea had been solid: Gain professional practice in branding, merchandising, and management. In reality, however, our plan proved too ambitious. In the wake of the economic crisis, the store had been downsized, leaving only a store manager, two floor managers, and two salesclerks for each clothing department. And that's exactly where we started our work experience. #CareerArc

OK, I know, guys! Too long, didn't read. So, let me sum it up for you: Tia and I are currently working as salesclerks. It's our job to show customers the products and answer their questions. Most of the time, however, we have to stock the merchandise in the retail spaces. The tasks are basic, and the job is far from lit. Still, we're slaying it like pros! If we keep up the good work, I'm pretty sure we'll be given more responsibility soon (aka working as visual merchandisers). #GoalAF

So, what do you think, guys? Do you agree that the chance to flex our skills is coming soon? Feel free to leave your opinion in the comments!

---How to cope with annoying superiors and chill---

*BushMaster55: You 2 college hussies must be so proud acting as display dummies! Showcasing those slutty uniforms after all those hours studying for your oh-so-difficult classes. Tell us, your [sic] already standing in the store window as visual merchandise?*

Rude! But it's the very first comment on my blog, so thanks for that! Still, I won't dignify it with a response because the question is completely presumptuous. And yet, it shows that it's time to end the talk about our work clothes. The camisole top and leggings are a bit too tight for my taste, but they're in no way slutty. After all, women can dress sexy and professional at the same time! It all comes down to the attitude. #SexyYetPresentable

All right, girls! I know you want me to dish on the latest fashion craze. What's en vogue and what's just a fad? But before I give you the scoop on what's the rage of the year, I should give you the outline of the retail store first. After all, you need to know what type of apparel our label offers to get the right perspective. So everybody, are you ready for a deep dive into the Vonderstore?

Let's get started then! There are two departments, each run by a floor manager. The men's section is located on the right side, mainly offering leisurewear and casual chic. The women's section is located on the left side, featuring a wide range of categories from fancy dresses to trendy jumpsuits and from sporty fits to voguish clubwear. Along the right side is a changing room with cubicles, literally lined up like pearls on a string. Along the left side is the stockroom. At the end of the sales floor, you've gotta go up two steps to reach the register. Behind the cash point, there's a small section for beachwear and accessories. To the left of the register is a locker room for the employees and on the right side is a small office for the store manager. #DetailsMatter

Now that everyone's familiar with the basics, let's talk about the situation at hand. Today, one of the floor managers returned from vacation. Since he's in charge of our sales area, we met our direct supervisor for the first time ever. This wouldn't be anything special or dramatic if it were any other guy. His name is Matt Jacobs, or simply Matty, as he likes to be called. At 6'2", he has a towering height and a well-built physique. All told, he looks handsome, and he knows it. Above all, however, he's a typical fratboy with an arrogant smirk on his face and cocky line on his lips. #TotalDudebro

Believe it or not, but on his first day back, Matt wore a pink shirt with a popped collar to work! The rest of his clothes weren't much better, as he wore all the brands that are the latest fad. He actually looked like someone who jumped on any bandwagon. As if he lacked any individuality! Apart from that, he was also late for his shift. So, what did he do when he arrived? He legit strutted around the store like a peacock. No cap!

"Oh man, is it still a walk of shame if you look that good?" He dropped a dime of self-reflection.

To make things even more cringe, he also raised his arms to feign an apology. When Tia and I saw it, we couldn't help but look at each other and roll our eyes in unison. That was the moment we both knew that work would be a lot more fun with the floor manager around... irony off! Even so, it only went downhill from there and it happened faster than expected because Matt couldn't stop bragging about his vacation. Weird flex, but OK! #OverSharingMuch

"That beach break was legit! Total killer for getting laid!" He told us as if we were his fratbros. "All-inclusive my ass! More like, all ancient as dirt! That one blonde coug totally wouldn't put out. F**king skank!"

"I shoulda taken you along, chicas!" He told us in no uncertain terms although I was low-key surprised that he didn't call us 'hoes'.

"Don't worry!" He added with an obnoxious chuckle. "I'd make sure you ain't get sunburned, cuz I'd take your temperature every day with my beef-o-meter."

Oh my goodness! I can't even with this cringelord! The douchebaggery was real. I almost expected him to turn around and give a high-five to some imaginary fratbro. And so, Tia and I couldn't roll our eyes hard enough in response. #CringeAF

I know what you're gonna say, guys! Why didn't we make a beeline to the store manager and issue a formal complaint? We actually thought about it. For some reason, however, the other two salesclerks let our resident fratboy do as he liked. I don't know why, but he got clout. So, we decided to wait and see how things would unfold over the next few days. After all, we're still the noobs around the place. #Priorities

But of course, nothing changed for the rest of the week. In fact, it only got worse because Matt wasn't just your basic fratboy, he was a real player (at least in his own mind). In truth, he was every privilege ever, literally wrapped up in one (admittedly hot) body. So, I eventually dropped a few hints to the other department head. Surprisingly, though, the seasoned floor manager was quick to point out all of Matt's hard work. It's a mystery to me what this 'hard work' is supposed to be, but we didn't wanna be seen as troublemakers. So, we decided not to go ahead and didn't tell the store manager. We thought it was just an act to test the noobs. He probably just wanted to trigger the independent baddies! That's why we figured it would fade away if we didn't let this jerk troll us. #CheckYourPrivilege

What an error in judgement! We were actually miles out! With each passing day, Matt made it more apparent that he was our boss and could cancel us at any time. Acting hella rude, he got in the way more often than he helped us. Instead of apologizing, he always dropped a stupid bro line, even though he was the only one who laughed about it. But that wasn't the worst part. He made it a point to correct every little detail of our work, even the most trivial things. Don't believe me? Here's the most unbearable example: Yesterday, I was advising a woman on a beige dress when the douchebro suddenly interrupted our talk, only to correct me and tell the lady that the color was in fact 'light French beige'. The audacity!

"Oh, Holly honey, you should know your color chart." He told me right there.

Oh my god! There was so much wrong with that! The obnoxious jerk called me out in front of a customer for a tiny detail that was completely irrelevant. Not only that, but he also corrected me by using extra small words like 'color chart' instead of 'color palette'. As if I wouldn't understand otherwise! In fact, he legit talked down to me, looking at my breasts instead of my eyes and calling me a stupid nickname. It may have sounded endearing, but it was only meant to be derogatory. I was so done! I was so ready to return the favor and clap back mad fierce. For some reason, however, I was stunned into silence. #ShookAF