OK, I was bored. Really I don't have any excuses. Nor should I have any. I was reading erotic stories online again. Some interested me. A lot didn't. I guess I expected too much. Not that I'm in any position to complain, the stories I've tried to write but all of mine come out as half-assed and looking like a horny teen age boy wrote them.
One story, I found earlier tonight I found so bad that it made me laugh to myself. The story was about a couple that go shopping together on Christmas Eve at Victoria's Secret. The woman in the story turns into some freak exhibitionist that shows off her body clad with only a silk teddy or something to all the men in the store doing their last minute shopping then has a threesome in the dressing room.
The story made me laugh because I work at Victoria's Secret and something like that would never happen.
Maybe I'm asking for too much for some sort of realism in the stories I read. Maybe I'm not letting my mind go enough. As soon as the woman stepped out of the dressing room wearing only underwear she would've been asked or escorted by the sales girl back into the room. How do I know that? Because I've been the sales girl that had to do that. Not because the woman was an exhibitionist or anything but because she wanted to show her bra to her friend.
We make sure that no one does do anything they're not supposed to do in the dressing rooms. We only let one person in a dressing room at a time. Sorry, I know it sounds boring. But I like my job. OK, It's not that great of a job but it pays the bills right now.
People seem to think Victoria's Secret is a hot bed for sex. Maybe Frederick's of Hollywood is but Vicki's isn't. Again I apologize for ruining all of your dreams. Working at Victoria's Secret is like working in any other clothing store except I'm surrounded by bras and panties all day long. People think that because we work there we're all nymphomaniacs. Maybe we have a little bit more underwear but we get a discount. I think I've been asked five times by men to try something on because they say they want to see what it would look like on their wife or girlfriend because I have the same body as their wife or girlfriend. If only their wife or girlfriend knew what a scum bag the guy was.
But it's not just the men that hit on the sales girls. One of the thing's we do is size a woman to determine what bra size they are. Trust me guys it really sucks to be wearing a bra that doesn't fit. I guess it would feel like wearing underwear that fit too tight. Anyways, when wearing a bra we measure around the women and we actually do have to touch them. But not like that. I've had some women that seem to like it more than others but that doesn't bother me too much. I just try to ignore it. Oh yeah, I guess I should tell you now that there are no huge stockroom lesbian orgies. Sorry. What makes me uncomfortable is when I have to go into a dressing room with the customer to see if the bra fits. It's kind of weird. Sure I've seen my friends and roommates in their underwear but everyone does to some extent. I've seen more sagging breasts and boyfriends like to ask if seeing another woman in her underwear turns me on. Sorry, it doesn't.
OK, that's enough of me ranting and raving. Back to why that story didn't turn me on. Because I know what it's like to have sex in a Victoria's Secret store and it's nothing like what I read. We didn't have sex in the dressing room or on top of a panty table and I definitely did not get naked for all the men in the store see. It didn't even involve having sex with a stranger if you can believe that.
They hired a guy to work in the stockroom over the Christmas break. They planned to have him just help out during the holiday season but he stayed and four months later he still is there. I'm part of the reason.
Gossip spreads around at Victoria's Secret like at any other store. As soon as they hired Nick gossip focused on him. Somehow the two of us were romantically linked before we were even really romantically linked. When we started dating we tried to keep it a secret. We didn't show any affection to each other in the store, not even a quick kiss. I don't think too many people actually knew for a fact that we dated but everyone seemed to believe the rumors.
It started out innocently enough. OK, it really didn't. I walked into the stockroom looking for a bra and not expecting to see a cute guy back there sorting through the shipment of new merchandise. I walked into the room adjusting my bra so my face turned a little red but he was staring at my chest as I did it so neither of us were truly innocent.
Our relationship could be defined as pretty boring. We went to McDonald's together on our breaks. We ate cheeseburgers, bitched about work and complained about our positions in life. We had a natural attraction.
Nicks works during the day somewhere else and works only evenings and weekends at Victoria's Secret. Outside of work there we didn't really have much time to spend together. We ventured to a restaurant across the street from the mall on our first real date outside of the mall food court. To tell the truth, we never went on any other real dates but I'm not complaining. After dinner at the restaurant I went home with him.
Nick worked three our four nights and we usually spent those nights together after work. He satisfied me but I would've like a little more but he didn't have the time.
