I own a clothing store in the middle of the city. Quite a big store, too. We cater for men, women, and children, but women's clothing is by far our biggest department. I work hard to ensure that the clothes we have available are the current style while still keeping a stock of clothes for some of our elderly customers. We have a good name and even with the downturn on business generally we still do a decent amount of business. Part of this is because we opened a webpage and sell things online.
I have always had a practice of hiring school leavers. This gives them experience in working and selling clothes is relatively easy. Generally I've found that the leavers will stay with me for a year or two and then move on to more productive employment, their chances of getting it bolstered by the fact that they have some experience. I do have a couple of women who have been with me for years and they're responsible for the direct supervision and training of staff. (Their pay reflects it so they're not in a hurry to leave.)
Being owner and the manager of the business I'm rarely out on the floor. The exception to this is Friday nights where I chip in and lend a hand as an extra salesman, Friday night work not being popular with the younger staff. They'll do it but they won't enjoy it and that makes turnover suffer. I've found that by being on the floor myself they work a little harder, eager to show the boss what they could do.
One Friday night I was closing up. The general staff had all departed except for Vicky, who was catching up on a little office work. One might think she was being conscientious, but I knew damn well she was just trying to work out how big her sales bonus was going to be.
The doors were locked and I was in my office, just waiting for Vicky to bring me the figures for the week. She came waltzing into the office, trying to hide a triumphant smile. It was pretty obvious to me that she'd hit her target figures and expected to collect a decent bonus. It was also obvious that as soon as she left the store she was heading out for a night out. She'd already changed out of her shop assistant attire and into party dress.
"Thank you, Vicky," I said with a smile, accepting the paper work. "I see you're going to a night club from here."
"I am," she agreed. "A few of the girls are already there and they're expecting me. Is there anything else you need before I go?"
"No, thank you very much," I told her, mentally adding 'that is unless you're prepared to drop your panties and bend over the desk'.
I don't see how anyone could blame me for wanting to play with her. She was nearly twenty and had a very nice figure and a friendly and charming personality. I was actually expecting her to resign and move on to better paid employment sometime in the near future.
What I wasn't expecting was for Vicky to blush and say, "Really, Mr Adams."
"Did I say that aloud?" I asked appalled. "I certainly didn't mean to."
"Well, you did, and seeing as how you asked..."
Another thing I wasn't expecting was for Vicky to lift her dress, slide down her panties and, stepping out of them, bend over the desk.
"Was there something else you intended?" she asked, her voice sweetly innocent.
Rotten bitch. She was doing this deliberately knowing that there wasn't anything I could do. Or was there? I was already way out of line voicing that comment. If she chose to pick up the challenge could she really complain if I reciprocated?
