Shopping at Atsuko Kudo
A short story
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional and as has no relationship to the real shop or staff.
Credit to rfdsarah39
For a while I have been trying to pluck up the courage to go into the Atsuko Kudo shop and buy myself my first latex dress. My nerves however have always got the better of me and I have chickened out time after time, ending up going close to the shop or walking past.
It has been on my mind so much at work today, and I've been psyching myself up; determined to leave slightly early and do this.
I leave promptly at 4pm and make my way across town to the Holloway Road, where her tiny shop is, a trip I have made several times before. Bracing myself I start to walk along the pavement towards her shop, it is starting to go dark as the traffic rushes along the road. With nerves jangling, and my pulse racing I reach the door, and nervously push it open and cross the threshold. My eyes wide looking at the mannequins and other accessories on display, taking in the aroma of perfume and latex.
As I move further in, I see two sales assistants; for some inexplicable reason I am surprised to see them wearing latex dresses, stupid really. They look amazing in their Atsuko outfits as one heads towards me; my eyes fixated on how the latex dress clings and flows over her body as she steps forward in her high heels. She smiles broadly, already I suspect knowing this is all new to me.
"Hello, can I help you?" she offers brightly, before I can reply, she adds "Is this your first time looking for a latex outfit?"
Almost stammering with nerves, pulse racing "Yes.... Yes, it is."
"That's okay I'll guide you through the range and choices." smiling broadly, she puts her hand on mine and gently guides me through to the rails of outfits along the walls.
"So, what are you looking for? A dress?"
"Yes." Trying to catch my breath, I am almost trembling.
She looks me up and down and then reaches to the rail pulling out a red latex dress.
"This should be about your size I think, if you try this on, we can take it from there."
I don't know what I expected really, perhaps to just pick something off the rail and take it away, like you would in most clothes shops. I never even thought about trying it on in the shop, but now I don't really have any choice.
"Okay." I say hesitantly.
"Come this way" As she directs me through a door at the back of the store into another room. Its quite large with a chaise longue, table, couch, and full-length mirror.
"Now as this is your first time, I'll give you a hand trying the dress on, as there is a technique to avoid damaging it."
"Okay" I reply looking around trying to see a cubicle to change in. The assistant guesses what I am looking for; smiling so sweetly she says "It's okay you can change here."
Nervously glancing at her I slip my black leather biker jacket off and then unbutton my fitted white blouse, sliding it off. She stands and takes my jacket and blouse; I then reach behind and unzip my skirt which I let slide to the floor before stepping out of it. I kick my shoes off. She bends down and picks my leather skirt up, giving a little smile noticing the DSquared2 label "Nice skirt" and then walks across the room, carefully placing my clothes on the back of a chair.