This choice: As a clerk in a designer clothing store for teen girls • Go Back...Chapter #3As a clerk in a designer clothing store for tee... by: Snoogins   At so it was that Isabel found herself trapped behind the front desk at a posh designer clothing store instead of frolicking in the summer sun. She sighed a bit. So many of her friends were out there right now enjoying themselves in between semesters, but no, SHE had to be the boring, responsible one and ruin her vacation by getting a job! It was a good job though. Lebratte was a very exclusive, very expensive establishment, catering to super rich teenage girls, a notoriously difficult clientele indeed! If she could handle herself well at a job like this, it would look incredible on her resume, plus, it paid well too! Isabel would receive a small commission for every sale she made, and, considering the price tags on some of these outfits, she could really make a killing!
So, safe in the knowledge that she was securing her future in a horrible job market while her friends were wasting their time, she pressed her elbows against the desk and stared at the entrance waiting for the first customer to arrive. It seemed kind of weird to her that she had been tasked with opening up on her first day. She was the only one in the store! But that wasn't the weirdest thing by far. A few of her relatives had pulled strings to get her the job, but she still had to go for an interview, and Mrs. Tresscott, the store manager seemed awfully concerned with her appearance. They talked about her wardrobe, where she bought her clothes, whether she'd had any formal dance training, or done any modeling, really odd stuff. In the end, she'd mumbled something about her being "unflawed, but not too too striking" which Isabel was still not particularly comfortable with, but Mrs. Tresscott told her that she was perfect, and gave her the job.
After that, came a few odd rules that made Isabel even more uncomfortable. Firstly, while Lebratte didn't have a uniform, all of Isabels existing clothes were deemed too cheap and tacky to wear in a respectable establishment, and so she was loaned a few outfits by the store with the very explicit caveat that she return them all in exactly the condition she got them in. Right now she was wearing a very lovely custom fit red button down, coupled with a form fitting black skirt,steel grey stockings and fashionable black heels. It was a beautiful outfit, but what troubled her was that Mrs. Tresscott had been most insistent that she be "presentable" even under her clothes. In addition to her outerwear, she was also wearing a very fancy lacy red bra and matching thong panties. She had asked at the time why it mattered what kind of underwear she wore. It's not like anybody would be able to see it! She had actually considered not wearing anything at all underneath, as an act of pure defiance, but she'd somehow gotten the notion in her head that if anyone could pick out a panty line, or lack thereof, it would be a snooty manager at a place like this. So she did exactly as she was told and just hoped to get through the day.
The other rules weren't quite so strange, but did seem rather bothersome. She was, for example, forbidden from touching any clothing or displays unless directed by the manager or a customer. Apparently the clientele had a thing about their clothes being handled excessively by the help, and the store had a fear of thieving employees, so the "hands off" policy was very strict. She had also been instructed to "indulge the eccentricities of our customers in every respect within reason... and perhaps quite a bit beyond." The rewards, for making customers happy were rich, the manager had said, and the consequences of making them unhappy were swift and pitiless. She had resolved to make her customers happy, but couldn't help but wonder what kind of "eccentricities" Mrs. Tresscott was talking about.
Her mind drifted a bit as she tried to remember the other rules, but her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bell, heralding the arrival of her first customer   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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