I've owned this lingerie shop for years; no one ever shops past eight at night. It is now eight-thirty and, I really need to change the hours of the shop. Tomorrow I will make a new sign showing the altered hours from closing at 10 PM to the new closing time at 8 PM. As I start the motions for closing the shop early I walk around the store picking up things people left behind. it disgusts me that people can actually leave garbage behind for others to clean up. As I stop to fix one of the items on display I look around the store one last time. It's my playground, my fantasy world. I have outfits and lingerie for every fantasy.
My passion in life was to design lingerie for every woman, every fantasy. As I pull the vacuum out I continue reminiscing. The store became my project when I realized I just couldn’t cut it with a sewing machine and had even a harder time finding the right buyers and the rest of the mumbo jumbo of the fashion world. Now I was in control, I bought private collections from designers, brought in only what appealed to me, and in turn what would appeal to my customers. I didn't want piles of lace and leather trash. I wanted specific outfits that screamed out a fantasy of their own. I refused to designate areas of my shop as all leather or all teddies. Everything was sporadic in design....making the customer look through every piece to see what her fantasy truly was. I felt most women who bought lingerie, picked out what they would wear by what was their favorite color or more important his favorite color. Men on the other hand if they felt comfortable found exactly what they wanted, to bring their fantasy to life.
Wrapping the cord of the vacuum around my arm I noticed that I could use some more pieces and outfits on the floor. The days sales had been great and the floor reflected the need for more merchandise. Storing the vacuum in the cleaning closet I walked through the stores small break room to my office. Grabbing up a file I continued through another door to a stock room. Sitting on a nearby stool I kicked off my shoes and opened the file. I had six shipments that had come in so far this week. Checking off the first one I went to the cartons that should hold apparel from one of my regular designers. I slid off the stool feeling my skirt slide up my bare thighs. Stretching slowly I rolled my shoulders forward trying to work a few of the tension kinks out of my neck.
Sighing I reached up to take down the carton I wanted. Pulling back folds of tissue I saw black shiny material right away. I smiled mischievously. I knew right away one specific client of mine would die if she saw this. Pulling the outfit out I found a patent leather cat suit.. Unlike your normal cat suit it had a hidden black zipper along the right hand side that ran from neck to toe. The suit had a buttery soft feel to it and along the sides ran small shiny silver spikes around a half inch in size. The front of the outfit had a suspicious looking loop built into it, turning the outfit I found that the bottom was missing. I realized that the thin piece of leather that was there would fall nicely between the curves of the models bare bottom. This outfit would look great on one of my models at one of the private shows we entertained once a month. I debated what to do. I decided to put the line up in my office, in the box and contact a model to preview the new design. I would invite my special client over to check out the outfit at the party. Pulling down the next carton I found average material thongs that would actually become transparent when gotten wet. The concept was ideal but I was not sure if I liked the material yet. I decided to test the material. Walking through the hall I went to the bathroom and wet the material. Sure enough I could see my fingers clearly through the material. Nice. I would try a few of these out on my floor, the fabric felt wonderful now that it was wet. Walking back to the back room I grabbed the third carton. Pulling out the tissue paper on top I found a variety of colors of lace underneath. "Not Great Packing job, that’s for sure” This carton was coming from a bulk distributor. I grabbed the first color that appealed to me, a deep blue that made you think of darkening skies and thunder. The material felt wonderful along my hand as I pulled out the piece. It was a simple teddy with nothing special to catch my attention. Looking deeper into the carton for garters or extras I found a smaller box that contained matching garters. Pulling one of the small packages out I tore into it. The garters were made of simple ribbons and lace with elastic. The only difference I could find was the small little fake gems that screamed out tacky. "Waste of great fabric" I tossed the blue teddy and the box of garter into the box. This shipment would never be in my store. I closed the box with tape and marked return to sender on the box. Picking up my file I made note of the shipment needing to be sent back. Using a stepladder I took down the fourth carton. As I opened it I realized it was a special order. All white made by a wonderfully talented man who was local. It was his latest bridal collection. I had to stock some things that made for wedding gifts, even if I felt like basic white did nothing for the mind but make you think of innocence at a not so innocent time. Pulling out the line I walked towards the sales floor. I knew this dealer, he had sent me a preview of this line and it would go directly out onto the floor. Sitting the box on the countertop nearest the cash register I walked back towards the back room to grab another file with the original preview and also the thongs. Looking up at the clock I saw the hour closing in on nine. I went to the electrical box and hit a few switches turning off most of the main lights while leaving a few of the secondary lights on for me to still work. Walking back to the store I pulled out the bridal line piece by piece. As i paired the pieces together to form the original outfits I danced slowly around the store. Grabbing a mannequin I started to put the first outfit on her. This outfit was made for a real woman, someone who had curves and generous areas. That was why I loved this dealer, he made clothing not only for fantasy and play, but for real women. I had mannequins in every size and started to pull the beautiful white penoir set onto its lifeless form. "Wow," as I looked around at the four previously lifeless mannequins I shuddered softly. This was perfect, absolutely great. I looked down at the remaining items on the counter. I couldn't figure out where they fit into. there was a corset, like the one pictured in one sketch, along with the sheerest white stockings I had ever seen. The tops had some kind of controlling fabric on them, and yet they did not have that thick ugly banding of material that most control top stockings have. The snaps on the corset were actually pearls, not dainty little pearls that fell off easy, as I had found out when one caught on the counter. But there was not any shoes or even the pair of beautifully decorated bikini panties shown in the picture. That was an oddity, I would have to call and find out if something wasn't shipped on accident. As I looked down at the picture, I couldn’t help but wonder what the corset would look like on a body form. Glancing around I noticed that I had used up most of my mannequins and only had partial mannequins leftover, with either just an upper body or leg mannequin I could never see the full effect. Then again without the panties and shoes I would not really know anyways. Biting my lip softly I thought about it...if this was a mistake and not a full outfit I could most likely just order another one of this outfit, I guess I could put it on just to see Max's latest creation.
Although I had yet to meet Max, he was an understanding kind of guy, he always would ship me whatever I needed as fast as he could get it to me, and sometimes he had them delivered by his own staff. It was great to do business with him. That made my mind up, as I stood towards one corner of the store I had the best mirrors in front of me, no one could see me outside and this way I could get a full body preview in almost 360 degree view. I slid my skirt down, tugging at the material as it stuck on my hips. It looked like I had gained some more hippage since I started that morning. Laughing at myself, I smiled knowing I would never be that slim perfect model my mother had wanted. I had curves and way too many.
Pushing the skirt to the side I looked at my underwear. You would think that the owner of a lingerie shop would throw away her older underwear. I was wearing bright pink panties that wouldn’t go with this outfit at all, glancing on the counter I saw white underwear that would do okay to improvise for the proper panties. I couldn't wait to see the real panties that the sketch showed. I pulled the white thong up my legs, noting that I had a tiny little scratch from the hook I had gotten caught on. Oh well, all in a days work I mustered as I pulled my blouse over my head. My breasts felt heavy and full to my aching shoulders. "Sometimes men just have all the luck," I thought. I stared at my pink bra as I unhooked the back, the satin cups stuck to my breasts for a moment before falling from my chest. throwing the bra on top of the skirt I looked into the mirror, wearing just panties I looked somewhat like a bad girl waiting for a good time. This thought made me smile, I told you white doesn’t ever work in my book. I picked up the corset and felt the bone along the sides. So confining, but yet it always drove me nuts. I loved the pressure of a good corset, the way it cups and holds your body so tight. Pressing in just right to keep you safely tucked in. I loved how this corset laced up, not with flimsy ribbons but with a tight white leather strap.
As I held my left breast up to place it into the corsets satin lined interior, I rubbed my fingertip along the underside of my nipple. Seeing my nipple harden, I could swear it went from being a light bubblegum pink to a deeper soaked in color, almost red and begging to be touched, licked, and tasted. My thighs quivered as my mind went on autopilot to a fantasy. Rubbing my other nipple I stared in the mirror as my nipples poked out, waiting for another touch. I caressed both my breasts softly before picking up the corset I had carelessly dropped. I needed sex; I knew it, my body begged for it.
Pulling the corset around my body I tried to tied it loosely. I new from experience if I wanted to bend to get the stockings on I would need it to be a little looser then I would normally wear a corset. Picking up the stockings I rolled them up and leaned over. I could hear the sounds of the street, the life outside the shop and on the main street. I pulled up the first stocking and then rolled the second. I loved the feeling of the first stocking already, like the corset it really felt like my second skin, holding me in just tight enough to feel wonderful pressure along my slim ankle, curving around my calf muscles and up to my thighs, where I admit I was softer then I would have liked to be. As I stretched the material over my second leg I continued to listen to the sounds of outside, a car door slamming. I could hear the noises from the bar down the street, faint music. I stood up and saw myself in the mirror; I looked so different from the woman a moment ago. I quickly ran over to the wall where I had shoes stocked behind one of the counters. Looking up and down the boxes I found the exact pair I wanted. pulling the box down I grabbed its contents and ran back to the mirror. Noting people walking in the street outside the shop, I smiled to myself. They wouldn’t notice me, even the man walking from the parking lot behind the bank would not have seen me with the lights so dim. If anything they would have just saw a movement. I placed each of the shoes on the ground. As I teetered on one foot while I slide my foot down into the first show I smiled. These shoes also fit me well. At 6 inches high they made me feel wonderful. I was an average five foot five, with these babies on I could reach the sky, or a tall mans lips just perfectly. licking my lips at the thought I pushed my other foot into the second shoe.
