It was a special pleasure to see things filled out, to see things sullied and reshaped. Sareena would often bite her lip and try to pretend not to stare as she helped an attractive customer try on lingerie, making sure the panties filled out their asses and the bras hugged their curves just so. She loved watching the thin material of a thong disappear between their asscheeks, snug against their perfectly bleached assholes, or the thin, shiny material of a full cut satin pair adhere to their plump asses.
Of course this wasn't normal, her assisting them so intimately. It was a service management insisted on providing for the richer clients who sauntered into the Victoria's Secret, one that almost always fell on the newest employee. Enter Sareena, college dropout and basically personal bitch to every other employee at the store. The most demeaning and troublesome tasks always fell to her, but the wetness that would soil her panties during these sessions was indicative of how little she minded this task in particular.
Every once in awhile she would get stuck helping some old, saggy woman or the occasional obese heiress, but for the most part it was drop-dead gorgeous golddigger types. Today it was a regular customer named Marina, a tall statuesque goddess that made Sareena's meager 5'1" stature feel even smaller than normal. Sareena loved being in the changing room with her, stealing glances and whiffs of her hair. Luckily, Marina's visit came very close to closing time, so everything would be extra fresh in Sareena's mind when she got home and took care of the growing ache between her legs.
After a sheltered upbringing and a stint at a religious all girl's university, the Lebanese girl initially had trouble adapting to "normal" life. Short on cash after leaving the dorms, Victoria's Secret Sales Associate was the first job she could get. Along with the standard adjustments of trying to be independent, Sareena was suddenly engulfed in a world of glamorous sexuality. Her blossoming attraction to women, spurred time and time again by the occasional drunken night spent sharing a bed with her former college roommate, became full-fledged in the midst of such wonders. Right alongside it grew an obsession with panties, the closest thing to a sexual object she'd had in her earlier life, to the point where she would usually masturbate and cum with her own worn panties sucked into her mouth just to indulge in them.
After Marina left to go to check out, Sareena went about the joyous task of collecting everything she left behind to be restocked. She let her fingers linger on the crotch of every pair of panties, still just slightly warm from the woman's sex pressed so tightly against them. She reveled especially in a pink lace bikini cut pair that had proven far too tight on Marina, its material clinging oh so tightly to her pussy and disappearing between her asscheeks. Sareena's own bikini panties, dark blue with black lace trim, were practically soaked through by now, but Sareena knew she would have to wait until she got home.
Sighing, she left the changing room and set everything aside to be put back on the floor the next day. Closing time had come and gone by now and she was more eager than usual to get home, she practically skipped to the exit.
"Hold it Sareena," came the voice of Monica, her manager, from behind. Sareena's heart sank.
She turned as Monica approached her, barely catching a small store bag the manager threw at her. "I need you to take these to the shredder, that Marina chick returned a bunch of shit. Might want to wear gloves, most of it's been worn."
Sareena groaned, wanting to get home as soon as possible. Her good fortune didn't occur to her immediately.
"Don't give me that attitude. Just get it done and lock up behind yourself. It's your ass if you forget," Monica said shortly.
"Yes ma'am," she replied obediently, heading toward the back of the store as Monica vacated the premises. The absolute divine grace of her situation had finally dawned on her.
Sareena shut the door to the back office behind her and grinned big. This had taken a turn. Not only was she holding a bag full of Marina's worn, returned panties, but she was completely alone with them. A glance at the clothes shredder, the ultimate fate of all returned clothes regardless of state of wear, nearly brought a laugh. There was no way in hell she was going to be wasting this opportunity by following protocol.
Practically ripping her shirt away revealed a bra that matched her panties, her bulging E cups pressed tightly against the fabric. She fell flat on her large ass in an attempt to get her pants off just as quickly, but she didn't care. Laying back on the floor, she took the bag of returned panties and poured it out on herself. Sareena lost all sense as they fell to her, running her hands up and down her body and the panties as she basked in it all. There were at least ten pairs, each colorful and soft, setting her skin on fire.