As a young man, I worked many jobs, including a stint at a faddish clothing store, and met many beautiful women of all types buying sexy clothes.
As the weekends were super busy, traffic and sales were slow during the week. We often spent time stocking, cleaning, and folding clothes, waiting for the sparse customers to come through.
It was me and just one other salesclerk with a manager working on a slow Tuesday in January. In the Midwest, most people wore coats, jackets, and sweaters as they walked past or entered the store.
So, this particular female stood out as she strolled in with short cut hair, a white tank top with obviously no bra on as her decent size tits bounced freely. She wore pink yoga pants with moon boots, looking quite crazy but cute in a weird way. She was a creamy white girl and presumably a lesbian with colorful rainbow and silver bracelets, matching knee-high socks, rings, a hoop nose ring, and short sandy brown hair with rainbow twists. Oh, the way she twitched looking around, she may be a crackhead, and we had to watch her movements closely so that she wasn't trying to shoplift.
She breezed past my coworker, a lovely young female named Chloe, who was trying her hardest to pursue an older man to buy more pants. She had him dumbfounded when she told him his zipper was down and proceeded to zip up his pants for him! Hooking him with the line and sinker, they've been busy trying on different outfits, racking up his total.
Our manager, Tracee, had headed to the food court to stuff her face, so it was just the two of us in the store. I was towards the back, folding a humungous stack of sweaters. I swear a team of ratty ass kids tore through on purpose. I had my work cut out for me only on my second stack when I was distracted by her bouncing tits walking past as she kept looking around quickly.
She didn't look like a potentially significant sale, but you can't always tell a book by its cover, as the saying goes. My sales had recently been slacking in the competitive nature of our business, but I was game to woo her over even though this potential customer would probably rather chat with Chloe than a six-foot-tall, 200 lbs., young brown skin black man like me.
"May I help you? What are you looking for?" I asked politely, smiling at her.
She jerked around as if she finally noticed me and said a very loud, "Oh hiiii!" that even Chloe had to glance over from her customer.
She seemed to skip towards me, extending a long leg out to me, which made her tits bounce evener hard as I could now tell the entire curvature of them, her hard nipples protruding, and what looked to be like nipple rings. Wow, she was different.
"Hi."
She looked me up and down and smiled wide, "Hello!" She rubbed her bottom lip as she looked me up and down. I smiled now, noticing she had a bag with our store name.
"What's up?"
"Hey! I bought this dress maybe a week ago, and my mistress wanted me to return it as it's too long, and she wanted me to have a shorter one." She looked around, biting her lip. "I don't even see the rack where I got it from!"
"Oh, let me take a look." I extended my hand as she rustled through the bag and finally produced the garment as I looked at it. "OH, I remember this. Come with me." It was a multi-color outfit. Of course, I recognized it and led her a few steps closer to the back to see what we had left.
"Okay! Thanks!" Damn, she was still so loud she was over the store music.
I found the outfit and raised it to her. "What size are you? If you could fit a smaller size, it may be the size you like."
"Size six, with my hips, I may be able to squeeze into a size four, but I'm not sure if my boobs would fit. I'm not sure what my mistress wants me to do." I couldn't help but watch as she caressed her left tit and ground her teeth, attempting to figure out what she wanted to do.
Suddenly, she twitched, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she shuddered and made a groan. "Oh shit!" She gasped. I looked at her in awe, unsure what was happening, but her strange necklace lit up.
"Um, are you okay?" I scratched my head.
She shook her head and nodded, "Yes, yes, sorry. I think she wants me to get the size four. Your return policy is a week, correct?"
"Yes!" I was perplexed as she rubbed her tit again and twitched. Her movements piqued my interest as her erratic behavior was more sensual and wasn't drug-induced, which was my first assumption. "So, no coat this time of year?"
"I have one my Mistress is keeping."
"Oh, okay, nice." I looked around, confused.
She exhaled in a deep octave, "Do you care if I try it on?"
"Sure, would you be looking at anything else?" I asked as I led her towards the changing room, knowing an exchange wouldn't give me any commission.
She poked her bottom lip with her thumb and blinked her bright green eyes at me, "Um, I don't think...". Then the mysterious contraction hit again, and she groaned and twitched, stumbling behind me.
"Er, is everything okay?" I asked, concerned again that maybe this was drugs.
"Sorry, yes, yes, everything is okay. I believe my mistress wants me to get another dress."
"Um, okay." I looked around, confused, as she wasn't on the phone. "How do you know...". I cut myself short as it wasn't my business. Who was this Mistress?
"What?"
"Nothing, here you go." I unlocked the room and stepped back, "I'll grab a few other numbers for you."
"Thanks!" She stepped in as I went around to a few of the racks, and based on her exchange, I picked out similar outfits. Chloe looked at me, smiling as she worked with her customer, and I worked myself back towards the dressing room. I kept looking around for this mystery girlfriend, confused about how she was calling shots.
"Hey! Um...". As the lady peeked out of the dressing room, motioning for me.
"It's Joe! What's up?"
"Can you help me with this?" She leaned out with her hands over her naked tits with the dress halfway up. "Sorry! Can you zip me up? I don't think this will work!" She didn't leave much to the imagination at this point, as I admired her curvature and select tattoos.
Damn, her tits looked nice, but I had to keep my professionalism. "Sure, I got you miss." As I proceeded to zip her up, she swished around her hips with her back to me, assisting her bobbling tits into the top. I exhaled as I shook my head, she was different acting, but her body was excellent, and I felt my dick rise.
"I'm Julie." She gasped as she squeezed her tits inside, and I got a good view of her sides. "Damn, I don't think they fit. What do you think, Joe?"
She twisted around, holding those thangs again, and shook them as they looked squeezed into the top. I shook my head, "Damn, well, they do look snug."
She giggled, "Crap, well, I don't...". When suddenly, she gasped again in another apparent seizure. This time, she twisted slightly to the side and let out a high-pitched squeak as she ran her painted nails through her colorful, streaked hair.
