I work in a bed shop. I won't tell you which one, but I'll say it's quite well-known, and has some 'z's in its name. I've worked here for nearly three years, since I finished my A-levels, and I'm going to be promoted soon. The pay's okay, and I get a bonus every time I sell one of the more expensive beds. I'm the best saleswoman here. Melissa, the head of sales, hates me for that. Every month I see her trying a little bit harder to flirt with the customers: wearing shorter and shorter skirts and bras that push her boobs right up, but it hasn't worked. She's too old. Mel -- if you're reading this -- you're too old.
The best part of the job is the beds. The shop's a long way out of town, and sometimes I'm here by myself and there are no customers at all. At times like that (Tuesday afternoons are usually quiet) I get the duvet from the back room, and have a little nap. I'm not a lazy person, but it's really really comfortable. If any customers come in, it sounds a buzzer above the door, so I have time to stand up, neaten myself up, and be ready to sell a bed to them.
Last Tuesday a young couple came in.
"We're looking for a double bed," said the man.
I could see exactly where he was looking, and there was no way he was going to find a bed down my blouse. There was no room, what with my boobs being down there already. They were young, probably newly married, or just moving in together. With a budget of about a thousand pounds, I reckoned. I smiled at them. The husband was tall and strong-looking, the wife a timid-looking brunette.
"Well, you've come to the right place," I said, "Have a try of some of them and let me know which ones you like." I could see they weren't the sort to respond well to pressure.
The wife sat down on the nearest double bed.
"Oh, it's very bouncy" she giggled, as her delicate body bumped up and down.
Her husband sat down next to her.
"Let's try another one -- this feels a bit too wobbly."
They moved to the next bed.
"I need to do some paperwork," I lied, "I'll be up the other end of the shop. Just shout when you find something you like. Take all the time you want."
I stood by the door to the back office and shuffled some papers. I was hidden from sight, but I could hear them.
"This one's nice," she was saying.
"I'm not sure about the edging."
"No, that'll go well in the room."
"What about... no, that's too low -- try sitting down"
"Yeah, and it seems a bit... old fashioned."
"Oh god, this one's lovely."
"Wow, that's amazing.""
"How much is it?"
"That's perfect. I could fall asleep now.".
"Did you see where the girl went?."
"No, but I did see you staring at her tits."
"I wasn't."
"You were, but you've got me now, remember the whole wedding thing?"
"I wonder what this bed's like for fucking on," he said, to change the subject.
"It's fantastic," I said, walking up the shop towards them, "Don't tell my boss I said that, but it gives great back support, and these posts at the headboard end are just right for holding on to. It's got a friction on the top so the mattress doesn't slip when you're..."
The woman was blushing, the man was smiling at me. I stopped.
"I'm sorry," I said, "you really didn't need to know that."
"Well, that's probably what we'll be using it for," said the wife, "it's good to have a recommendation."
"Would you want to test it first?" I asked her.
"Do you mean, we fuck on it?"
"Yeah, I wouldn't want you to buy it until you know it works. I can lock the door, switch out the lights, I'll go and have a coffee, and see you in twenty minutes. It's got a sheet on it."
They both wanted to play. They were both young and beautiful, on a big soft comfortable bed.
"Ten minutes," said the wife. The husband looked surprised. I walked to the front of the shop, locked the door, changed the open/closed sign, drew the blinds, and switched out the lights. As I passed the bed they were lying side-by-side.
"See you in ten," I said, "have fun."
I went into the back office. The sale was just-about complete. All I had to do was wait for them to finish, then approach them at exactly the right moment.
