12 Hours at Victoria's Lingerie (Open)

Xantham

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Welcome to Victoria's Lingerie: A modest store that specializes in evening wear and evening "under"wear. There are four changing rooms that are rarely monitored by the staff, a detail that was noticed by a DJ at one of the local radio stations. During the overnight shift that evening, he decided to have a little "unofficial" contest. During the next day, the store was open from 9am to 9pm. He wanted as many loyal listeners to meet each other for a tryst in the changing rooms there. He would then broadcast the results the next night.

OOC: That's it! A simple premise with many opportunities. Stop by and have a quickie. I only ask that everyone plays only one person at a time. If you'd like to stop back with another person, that's cool. Every so often I will pop in with an OOC "turning of the hour." With that said, I hope I have some takers and...
 
It's 9am!

Charlie clicked the old lock in the door to its open position and flipped the placard over so it read "Come in, We're Open!" As usual the 9 am crowd was mostly non-existant and he wandered back the counter where he could finish his morning coffee in peace. At 29, Charlie had been working at Victoria's for the past 5 years, it wasn't a great job, but the hours were good and they allowed him time off to pursue his obsession, acting. He looked up as he heard the bell jangle, announcing a customer...
 
OOC:

Great premise for a quickie storyline. I'll be thinking and reading. *G
 
"Ahh, just a window shopper," Charlie mumbled as he sipped his morning ambrosia and checked out the headlines of his USA Today. Just then the bell jingled again...
 
OOC: Xantham, I will play - but only with you as my partner. Game?

IC:

Sally was a bit nervous as she rushed around the mall. Her best friend had managed to set up a date for her and insisted that Sally go. Sally HATED blind dates, and had told her friend this. Just as she was about to ask her friend to cancel, Sally was told the gentleman in question had spent over $200 on symphony tickets. Guilt overcame Sally, and she finally agreed to go.

But Sally had absolutely nothing to wear! At 23 years of age, the last formal event Sally went to was her high school prom. And she certainly wasn't wearing that hideous dress again! In her rushing, Sally passed a shop and then stopped. She back up cautiously, and looked again at the window dressings. It was a store she was not familiar with, and she looked at the sign over the door.

"Victoria's Lingerie"

Interesting. Sally admired the formal gowns on display in the window, and decided the red one might be particularly suitable to her dark hair and eyes. The dress was low cut in front, and certainly would cling to her shapely figure. Yet, it was still classy. It looked expensive, but then, something about the dress drew her.

Sally shrugged her shoulders. It didn't hurt to try it on, did it? Didn't mean she was gonna have to buy it. She opened the door, and startled herself when the jingle of the bells went off. She didn't notice any other customers, and couldn't find the dress she wanted right away. She wandered through the displays, her fingers touching the soft silks and satins of things that normally went under the dresses displayed in the window. Maybe she should get some new lingerie while she was here.

A silk and lace teddy caught her eye, and she stopped to admire it. Taking it off the rack, she held it up admiring the fine workmanship and design.

A male voice behind her caused her to jump...
 
Charlie

OOC: Of course, Sexy, for you anything:).

IC:Charlie looked up while sipping his coffee and nearly scalded himself when he saw her. It was the girl from the coffee shop. Two weeks ago, the hours for the shop had changed, something about nobody getting here that early, so Charlie's shift had changed to start at nine. It's an odd thing about coffee shops in the morning, the same people arrive at the same time pretty much every day. So when Charlie started arriving an hour later, there was a whole crew of people he didn't know. And then there was her.

He first noticed her last Monday. She wore old faded jeans and a tank top. Just regular type clothes, but wow! Charlie was amazed that no one else was staring at this girl. Maybe they had seen her enough times so the effect wore off. But for Charlie for the next two weeks, it never wore off. She always seemed dressed casually, nothing fancy. She seemed like the girl next door, but Charlie remained tongue-tied. Until now. Now was his chance.

The girl had been floating about, looking at a lot of things, but not seeming to stop anywhere for long. Charlie's years of retail training forced him to go over despite his fears and squeak out, "May I find help you something, "

Charlie, closed his eyes took a deep breath and opened them to see her looking at him with a question in her eyes and holding a silk and lace teddy. Charlie tried again, "Can I try that on you?" Charlie grimaced. "I meant would you like to try that on? I'm so sorry, I can't seem to speak this morning. It's probably because I haven't finished my first coffee, yet."
 
10am

The clock slowly chimed out 10 bells in the background.
 
His voice startled Sally, and she jumped. She had not expected a man to be in a shop that was so obviously was geared towards women’s more, ah, intimate clothing needs. Yet, when she turned around, she did recognize him as the guy from the coffee shop. Once she felt her heart return to normal, she almost started to giggle. He was obviously more nervous than she was.

“That’s okay,” she responded kindly. “I know what you mean. I’m hopeless before I’ve had my morning coffee.”

She looked once more at the teddy, and then back the man standing in front of her. She had always liked getting the reaction of a salesgirl on her purchases of lingerie, but what to do when the that person was a man? But then again, who better to tell her if the item was flattering or not?

She turned to him with a smile. “Yes, I would like to try this, if you don’t mind. The dressing rooms, are over there?”

He walked her to the back of the store, and she couldn’t help but admire his form. She had seen him at the coffee shop, but he had always been rather shy. Not the usual talkative sort that came in for their regular cup of coffee in the morning. She thought she had known them all, so he must have been new.

As she stepped into the dressing room, she quickly slid out of her clothes while attempting to engage him in a conversation.

“So, are you new around here? I think I’ve seen at the coffee place a few doors just recently. I thought I knew every one, but I don’t recall seeing you before.”

As she talked she quickly slid the teddy over her body. The fabric was black silk and lace, and skimmed over her curves in a most flattering way. The lace outlined her breasts and sides of her body, while the silk clung to her nipples and barely covered the freshly waxed lips of her pussy. She turned around in the tiny cubicle, looking at herself from all angles, happy so far with what she saw.
 
Looking up from the delicately beautiful wisps of cloth that his dream girl was holding in her hands. Charlie came out of his reverie long enough to nod his head towards the dressing rooms. As she walked back towards the rooms, Charlie followed her; first with his eyes as he watched the sway of her hips and nicely rounded derriere through her faded denim jeans; then with his body as she started a conversation.

“So, are you new around here? I think I’ve seen you at the coffee place a few doors down just recently. I thought I knew every one, but I don’t recall seeing you before."

"No, I've been here for several years, but up until a few weeks ago, I used to get my coffee at 6am. By the way my name is Charlie. What's yours?" Charlie surprised himself with his boldness. It must have had something to do with the fact that the girl was hidden from view behind a door.

"I'm Sally. It's nice to meet a fellow coffee lover."

"Sally, that's nice. Gives you that 'girl-next-door' kind of feeling." Charlie's retail insticts kicked in again. "You know you should also try on a dress over the lingerie, so you can see if your boyfriend can notice any hints of what's underneath. Let me grab something for you."

Charlie hustled back out into the store, where he pulled down a black velvet floor-length gown. The dress had a slit up the leg that stopped about 8 inches from the top. The back was essentially not there as the fabric vee'd in back maybe down to 3 inches above her bum. A scooped front would show off the bosum to advantage, but was enough to allow some freedom of movement without worry that the breasts would spill out. Finally, just between the breasts, for the only splash of color was a very small yellow bow, about 1 inch in width. Charlie came back and handed the dress over the top of the door. "Here I think you'll look hot, uh, beautiful in this."
 
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