My name is Laura and I'm 19 years old. For the last year and a half I worked part time at a high end men's shoe store in the local shopping plaza. I really enjoyed working there. Over time I had developed some regular clients that I knew by name. Usually they were mature men who oozed professionalism and stature.
We had a dress code that my manager established. It was less about wearing a certain type of clothing or color combination. This dress code was entirely arbitrary and she (my manager) would just suggest alterations to my ensemble routinely until I figured it out.
Basically, we had to wear skirts or dresses only and they should never pass the knee. Our blouse selection should be firm fitting, yet classy. The longer I worked there, the more I realized why. Men liked to look down our tops when we were fitting shoes. They liked it, they bought expensive shoes and they kept coming back for more.
Some men were pretty casual about eyeing me up, but others were quite blatant. All I really thought about was my commission to be honest. So if showing a bit of cleavage helped my sales, what could it hurt?
Small talk was a big part of it as well. Mostly it was them talking about me and my interests so it was pretty easy to do. Some pushed the limits about whether I was single, or liked older guys etc. I always responded friendly with a smile telling them I was taken.
My boyfriend Jake worked in the mall as well. The back alley used to transport refuse and receive stock to the stores was shared by both our stores. He was 20 and worked in sporting goods store. When he took the garbage out, he always stopped and asked if he could take ours as well.
My boss was away on vacation for a week and I was working full time at the store. She told me an assistant manager would be coming to help me out at some point. I knew I could handle the workload and told her to enjoy her trip. The days would be long, but the commission should be awesome.
I was organizing the store for opening when I heard the familiar rap at the back door. Opening it, I saw Jake standing there.
"You alone?"
"For now," I responded. "Someone will be by at some point to help me out."
"Good!" He pushed his way in the door and started kissing me.
Jake and I regularly had quickies in the back of the store when I worked alone. If the front was empty he would take me against the racks of shoes with my skirt or dress hiked up over my waste. Usually it ended with the chime of a client entering the store. Sometimes when he was close I would just call out that I would be a minute and let him finish.
As we kissed he ground himself against me. "I need you!"
I turned around and lifted my dress up for him. He immediately pulled my panties to the side and entered me. He fucked me quickly and shot his load on my ass so we wouldn't get caught. I enjoyed the danger element and it wasn't really about getting off for me.
Cleaning myself up I made my way to the store front to open the doors. A middle aged black man stood there with a peculiar look on his face. Unlocking the door I greeted him and he introduced himself to me.
"I'm Malcolm." He held his hand out to shake mine. "I'm here to help you out."
"Nice to meet you Malcolm, I'm Mel." Smiling as I shook his hand.
"I was standing there for ten minutes tapping on the glass." He chided.
"Yes, sorry about that. I was in the washroom."
"What do you say we get this store open?" his voice enthusiastic
We opened the doors and setup our signs and displays before returning to the cash area to chat and wait for clients.
Malcolm was tall and slender. He was dressed in a casual suit wearing the nicest shoes our store offered in my opinion.
"Nice shoes!" I pointed down at them.
"Yes, thank goodness for the discount. Right?" He smiled broadly. His pearl white teeth were perfect and he carried himself with an unsettling confidence.
"Just so you know I will be in and out so we can work a schedule. I'm looking after two stores."
"Not a problem" I craned my neck up to smile at him.
The day was extremely typical. Jake came over and fucked me, I sold shoes and men ogled me. Somewhat surprisingly, Malcolm also took every opportunity to brush against me or look down my top as well.
The next morning I opened the store alone. Lunch rolled around and there was still no sign of Malcolm. I was starving when Jake walked in asking I wanted to go for lunch. Torn about what to do with the store I quickly made a sign that said "back in 5 minutes", and posted it on the door after closing and locking it.
We hit the foot court and I raced back to the store to find it open and Malcolm was assisting a customer. He didn't make eye contact or greet me; he just helped the customer and cashed them out.
Once the customer left, he turned to me. "What were you thinking when you closed the store?" It was clearly rhetorical as he continued his lecture. "Losing business so you can go have lunch with your little boyfriend? I should fire you!"
All my attempts to cut in were stymied until this point.
