Just Minutes to Closing Time

by Rosie

 

It was only minutes till closing time and quite frankly, I was a little put out to find that there were customers in the store. It had been a slow day and this was the last chance to add at least something to my daily wage, but I was really looking forward to closing the store early and relaxing a little before going home. The work itself didn't tire me as much as my uniform did. I can't deny it made me feel elegant, maybe even glamorous, and that it always attracted attention. Normally, it was a lot of fun to wear; spending the whole day in 3" heels, though, made my feet sore and the corset was equally uncomfortable. The short steps my skirt forced me to take had also long lost their appeal.

I went to the changing booths where the noise was coming from. An attractive, tall woman was standing in front of the only booth with it's curtain closed. She was wearing a dark grey tailored suit with a very short skirt that made her long legs, wrapped in black nylon, seem to go on forever. The heels she was standing on were almost as high as mine.

"Can I help you with anything?" I asked.

"Well, well. I thought there was no-one here," she said, but not in an unpleasant tone.

"I'm sorry I left you unattended so long," I apologised, "I didn't hear you come in."

"Never mind, can't really blame you," she replied, "we sneaked in rather quietly."

She stuck a bundle of white silk she was holding through the curtain.

"Try these on," she said.

"So, you need any help?" I asked again.

"Oh yes, please," she said, turning to me again, "you see, my sister in law's birthday is coming up and I thought some nice nighties would be just perfect, but I was only able to find a few pajamas."

"You probably found the ones that are on special these week. If you care to follow me, I'd be more than happy to show you the rest of our assortment," I offered.

"Sure," she replied happily, then opened the curtain a bit, "you heard that? We'll be right back."

"You know," I began as she was picking out nightgowns, baby dolls and such, "if you show me a pair of pajamas or a nightie that fits her well, I can help you pick the right size for the rest of the clothes without her trying them on. That way you don't spoil the surprise."

"That's very kind of you," she replied, "but the surprise won't be spoilt as it is at all."

"I beg your pardon?" I said, puzzled.

"She's not the one trying them on," she answered matter-of-factly.

"Oh," I replied, "then who is? If I'm not being to nosy."

"Not at all," she answered, "you know how some siblings look alike?"

"You've got her twin sister with you?," I said.

"Not exactly," she said enigmatically, "you're wrong on the twin part."

"And the sister part as well," she added after a moment's pause.

I looked at her, not knowing what she meant. She laughed lightly.

"My husband's figure is almost identical to her sister's. After I nip in his waist a little, it's impossible to tell their silhouettes apart," she said.

"Really?" I replied, "well, it's very nice of him to do that for her sister."

"Yes, he is a sweetheart," she answered a little absent minded, handing me the clothes she had chosen, as we started to go back to the changing booths.

"They fit ok?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, they seem a little big," her husband replied, opening the curtain, but as soon as he saw me, shrieked and pulled it back.

"Come on, don't be such a sissy," she said, "we need professional opinion."

His hand was shaking as he slowly drawed the curtain open again. He was of fragile built, much shorter than his wife, with gentle facial features. Longish auburn wavy hair framed his blushing face. If I had not known about him, I'd have thought he was a girl. Although the pajamas he was wearing were on special, they still were somewhere near the top of the price range.

"Turn around please," I instructed him.

His wife stood by my right side and was holding me by the shoulder. As he turned away from us, her fingers slipped under the shoulder padding of the blouse and started caressing my arm. Although I enjoyed that immensely, it didn't seem proper to allow myself this kind of flirting. Not in in the presence of her husband, anyway. I took hold of her hand, lifted it a little, then moved out of her embrace by sliding past her, rubbing my backside against her. After I released her hand, I let mine drop carelessly and brush past her knees. She moved her right arm to her side, running it across my ass with an open palm.

"Turn around again," I said after I was sure there wasn't any more physical contact between her and me.

"You're right, they are a bit too large. I'll get you the right size," I continued, already heading back towards the nightwear section. She accompanied me again.

"This is such a lovely store," she said, "pity I haven't discovered it sooner. Such wonderful clothes. Bit pricy, though."

"It does seem a bit costly," I agreed, "but it's all well worth it."

I hiked up my skirt just a little, to kneel down easier. As I kneeled, it rode way up to reveal the lacy tops of my pearly white stockings. I didn't bother to pull it downwards as I searched for the pajamas.

"All of our clothes are top quality, made from the finest materials possible. Some of them are even the shopowner's own designs."

I found the pajamas, stood up, straightened out my skirt.

"Like this uniform, for example," I said.

"It's very becoming," she said, "you look georgeous in it."

"Why thank you," I smiled and did a small curtsey, "I like it too. But it's not all too comfortable, thogh. One has to suffer to be beautiful."

"Tell me about it," she agreed, "these shoes are killing me."

I turned to the racks again, to look for what I believed (and I was rarely wrong) the right sizes of the other stuff she had chosen. She placed her hands on my hips.

"Such wonderful materials," she purred, sliding her hands around my waist. I bent over a little, wiggling my ass happily into her groin. Having found the right items, I straigned up, turned around facig her. She leaned downward to kiss me, but I, again, slid out of her embrace and led her back to her husband.

As we were waiting for him to change, she groped my buttocks again, then slipped her fingers behind my skirt's waits, but realised (after a delightful while) that I was wearing a full slip and that she couldn't get into my panties. I was running my hand up and down the insides of her thighs, all the way to the hem of her short skirt, sometimes even a bit higher. We paused briefly when he opened the curtain, but resumed immediately after I instructed him to turn around. I slid my fingers under her skirt, reaching the moist front of her panties, giving her crotch a playful tap. She gasped in surprise and her husband turned around to see what was going on.

"My, how wonderful these clothes look on you," she tried to disguise her excitement.

"They really do," I confirmed, "they fit you perfectly. The other ones are the same size, so they should fit you too, though you can try them on just as well if you wish to."

"I think we'll trust your judgement," she said.

"Very well. Now if you'll just accompany me to the register, I'll prepare your receipt."

She bought, including the pajamas, six articles that cost her a small fortune.

"I'm about to close the shop now," I began as I was removing the electronic anti-theft devices, "but you can come back tomorrow, treat yourself to something nice? We have some lovely lingerie and I'd be more than happy to assist you choosing some,"

"I bet you would," she smiled.

I took her credit card as her husband emerged from the booth, bringing me the pajamas. He was wearing a beautiful very pale beige woolen sweater with pale blue and pink wavy thin horizontal lines and a matching, ankle lenght button down woolen skirt. He didn't button it down all the way, though, so with each step, he showed his shapely legs, covered in dark tan nylons. I envied him the moderate one and a half inch heels of his white shoes.

"Thank you very much for your purchase," I said as I handed her the shopping bag, "and if you come tomorrow, bring your husband along too. We've just put out our summer collection, there are some lovely dresses, tailor made for him."

They left and I locked the door, happily calculationg the commission I had just earned. I was just about finished with puting some clothes back on the racks when the shop owner - my mother in law - came to take me home.

"Charley," she cried, "how lovely to catch you before you change back into your own unsightly clothes."

"They may not be as flashy as the stuff you sell, but they sure are a lot more comfortable," I answered, smilingly sinking in her embrace.

"Hello, Linda," I said, kissing her lightly.

She leaned me back, over the counter and started kissing my throat. I spread my legs as much as my skirt allowed and wrapped them around hers, then stroked her hair.

"Carol," I corrected her, "that's what she's having people call me now."

"I know that," she breathed in my ear, slowly pushing my skirts up my legs, "but you'll allways be my little Charley, my sluttish little girlie-boy."

I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her head to my face. Closed my eyes in delight as she kissed me greedily, her tongue roaming through my mouth. Her hand was on my panties.

"What? She's still making you wear this? I thought she said two weeks would be enough," she said in surprise as she felt my chastity belt.

"Oh, it was enogh," I said, "but we decided to keep it on through the day. It's a bit uncomfortable, but this way there's no chance of having to wear it permamently again. And I can have all the fun with the customers that I want without worrying if I'm going to far and that some awful woman would take advantage of me. Like you're trying to now."

"Oh, that daughter of mine," she laughed, "anyway, how was business today?" she asked more seriously.

"Kind of a slow day," I said as she turned the computer's screen towards her. Her face lit up as she read the sales records.

"Well, well," she muttered contentedly. I started undressing.

"I suppose you're going to put on that potato sack you call a dress?" she asked as I took off my blouse.

"It's what I wore when I came here," I said, standing before her only in my slip, "and I can't fit into the uniform without the corset, which I'm dying to take off the whole day."

"As you wish," she said, "but I thougt you earned a little award today."

"What do you mean," I asked her.

"Oh, nothing," she answered, "just that dress you said you liked."

"The green one?" I asked excitedly.

"The same," she nodded, "but since you can't wear it without a corset, I guess I'll just have to sell it."

"I think I could endure it a couple of minutes more," I said, "you know, just so that Iris can see me in that dress."

"I thought you could," she replied, as I was allready running to put it on.

"Oh thank you, Linda," I cried as delightful waves of deep green silk taffetta flowed around me.

"Don't thank me, you earned it," she said, wiping smudged lipstick from my face with a paper tissue, "now fix your make up, Carol, and let's get you home to your wife."

 

The End.

  

  

  

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