My name's Jayne. At the time this all happened I was 22 and I was a girl in need of work. I'd just finished university but I had no intention of going back home to my parents who were in the last throes of a messy divorce. I was still living in my university town in a flat I rented with some other girls. I was passing through a rough part of town when I saw the notice "Sales assistant wanted." It was pasted on the window of what described itself as an "Adult Store." I'd discovered my father's secret stash of adult magazines so I knew exactly what a store like that would be selling. I stopped and looked at it for a while, then:
"What the hell," I thought. "It's a job." I stepped inside.
Around me I saw shelves stocked with the kind of magazines I expected, with pictures of almost naked girls, and men, on their covers. I saw sexy, even kinky, women's and men's underwear. I saw sex toys for men and for women. And there leaning against the cash desk was the proprietor Leo. He looked mid thirties, he had a goatee beard and earrings, a loud patterned shirt and faded blue jeans. He was rough but charming and there was something about him I just liked from the start.
"Hi," he said.
He didn't change his pose one millimetre but the instant his eyes fell on me I knew they were exploring my body. I felt my clothes and underwear evaporate. I knew he was seeing me nude in poses like the girls in his magazines. A tingle which I rather liked ran through me. I told him I was interested in the job and that I'd done a few shop jobs before, in a grocery store and McDonalds.
"You'll find this easy," he said. "Just wear a skirt as short as that, let all the boys who come in here see your knickers, wiggle your gorgeous tits at them and they'll be eating out of your hand."
I got the idea. Perhaps I'm a natural exhibitionist. At wild student parties I was usually one of the first girls with all my clothes off. I'm blonde with shoulder length hair and I know I'm pretty. I've looked after my figure and I know I've got a body boys can't keep their eyes, or hands, off, with rather large breasts and decent legs. The short denim mini skirt high up my bare legs and the tight boob-clinging top I was wearing would have made that obvious to Leo.
Even then I sensed he had more than just a commercial relationship in mind, and I must admit I had that in mind too. Perhaps the look I gave him that hinted that if he was a good boy I'd be more than just a sales assistant had something to do with it. But whatever, he offered me the job there and then, cash in hand and no questions asked. I accepted it, starting the next day.
I took to the job straight away. I perched on a stool behind the cash desk, not doing much more than filing my nails and playing with my phone until a customer came in. I wore a blue denim or black PVC leather look skirt miles up my thighs, usually with bare legs but sometimes with stockings, and high heels. As soon as a guy came in I'd slowly cross and uncross my legs and spread them just far enough to treat him to a peep of my knickers. Their eyes would invariably go down to look up what little there was of my skirt. Neither did I bother with a bra. My tits were big, young and firm, my nipples peaked under my thin tight top and I'd long since learned how to wobble them at boys I fancied.
The first couple of days I wore my usual cotton white or pretty pastel patterned knickers.
"Get yourself some sexy undies," Leo suggested, having seen what I was showing the customers.
From a shelf he took a tiny thong in see through black lace with a pattern of little red stars so brief it was hardly worth the trouble of wearing. He tossed it to me. I could tell he wanted to watch me take my cotton knickers off and slip the thong on right there. I was still rather shy, so I changed my knickers in the back storeroom. But I "accidentally" left the door slightly ajar so he could peep on me and, naughty girl that I was, I also "accidentally" left my worn cotton panties in the store room for him to find.
I also learned how to play with customers. When I stocked shelves I would bend over with my back to them so my skirt rode up so anyone interested could see the whole length of my bare or stocking clad legs with my stocking tops, and the thin gusset of my panties nestling in the valley between my bum cheeks. When I knew they were enjoying the panty peep I'd "accidentally" wiggle my bottom at them.
Another game I played was with the dildos on the shelves. They were flesh coloured or black in smooth rubber that looked and felt just like a boy's stiff erect penis. They had big round mushroom heads and soft balls and were bigger than any boy's cock I've had up me. Some even had bushes of artificial pubic hair round their balls just like a real boy's cock. Pretending I hadn't noticed men were watching me I would wrap my hand round them and stroke them smoothly and rhythmically up and down just like I'd hand job them from their pubes to their knobs. I'd let my mischievous smile tell them what I was thinking. The looks on their faces!
There were a couple of video booths where customers could sit on a little mushroom shaped stool and watch porn videos. They were one of the store's best money earners. Unknown to the men in them, I could see what they were watching on a monitor screen on my desk. Even more interesting there was a little CCTV camera in the booths just in case a customer smoked or tried something illegal. Sitting at my desk I surreptitiously watched lots of men masturbating as they watched porn videos. There were some regulars. I remember one guy in particular who came in every Wednesday afternoon.
He was a decent looking man aged mid forties. He only ever seemed to watch videos of lesbian sex. I'll tell you about one of his sessions. It was a video of two women looking mid-thirties in an office setting. They undressed each other from blouses, tight grey business skirts, black stockings and sexy underwear. They posed erotically as they stripped each other and then posed nude, with lots of camera close ups as they sprawled over an office desk and chairs. They masturbated themselves and romped nude together. They fingered, kissed and licked each other's breasts and pussies, spanked each other's bottoms and rubbed their cunts together with their legs In a scissors position, and lots more. Watching them even got my knickers wet!
