Post by kyleroxmysox2010 on Dec 25, 2011 4:25:03 GMT -5
John knew he’d like his new job. After being fired from so many, he realized that in order to avoid repeating the same scenarios as before, he must choose something of interest. Something he’d love to go to every day, something he’d actually look forward to. What did John like? The answer is just as obvious as one would believe it to be.
Women, of the naked (or at least half-so) variety.
So he was more than happy to be on time for, and dutiful in tasks pertaining to, his new job at the magical ladies’ undergarments and lingerie store called Victoria’s Secret. Using his own womanly assets, he had easily slipped past any restrictions towards males, and happily went about his daily job at the register. If he was lucky, a lady might need assistance in the dressing room, but unfortunately, such an event only happened once. He was more than happy, however, to imagine the women passing his register in the clothes they were buying, and nothing else on top (except whipped cream, perhaps, if the woman was gratuitously good-looking).
He never did see his girlfriend there, however, and God knew how much he’d like to see her in that type of clothing, or even see what type she might consider wearing. She could be a tease, that Wendy, decent as she appeared to the general public.
He should’ve known it was only a matter of time until Wendy showed up. He should’ve known that the reason it wasn’t immediate was because she was waiting and planning for something really good instead of just a casual run-in at the register, a preview for the night wrapped up real pretty with whispered seduction and a wink on top, should’ve known she was more clever and eager to please than that.
It was an hour past closing- an hour past midnight, that is- and John was still in that most lovely store. He commonly stayed past the closing time to pick up dropped items and restore them to their places, and to do a quick surveillance of the store to check for any unwanted persons, because he knew it was not unlike something he would’ve done before his job there, to stay in the store and explore the lingerie without judgment.
He checked past the bras, the panties, the so-called “sexy” section, as it was infamous for its alluring outfits, picking out and throwing about the best of them willy-nilly so as to literally bathe himself in ladies’ undergarments before calmly and nonchalantly placing them back. Such a perfect job, was his job at Victoria’s Secret.
It was that early morning, 1 hour past midnight and in the midst of his personal panty raid, that he realized he was not alone. He removed a large bra from atop his head and placed it innocently back on a shelf, at first believing his company to be a fellow coworker come to check on him, but the figure he caught a glimpse of quickly dashed behind a long shelf of lacy underwear.
A thief, John realized quickly.
He tiptoed to the shelf and lingered at the corner for a long moment before carefully peering around. The figure, which he now realized was a quite womanly one, had swiftly grabbed such an article off the shelf, and just as swiftly made a run for the changing rooms. If he hadn’t been worried for his workplace’s security, John’s motives would have been much different, but either way he followed her in to the dressing room.
“Ma’am,” he called out, flicking on the lights. “We’ve been closed for a while now. When did you come in?”
There was no reply. Raising an eyebrow, he paced along the row of dressing stalls, pondering why, of all the things, why would one choose to steal lingerie? The prospect of danger, even slight, could practically turn him temporarily asexual.
This lapse of sexuality evaporated when he saw a strategically placed, tight-fit shirt lying in his path. Smirking now, he looked up and saw it was lying in front of a dressing room inside which came rustling noises.
“Excuse me, madam,” he said as he unlocked the door with his all-access key and pushed it open. “I’m afraid I’ve been forced t-...”
The witty remark was honestly pushed from his mind upon the sight he was so suddenly exposed to, pun very much intended.
She stood with her back to him. Her hair was down her back, long, raven black, silky, smooth, very, very pretty. Her body was obscured with little, no, nothing more than very skimpy panties and a bra that practically didn’t do its very job, colored red with green trim.
“... Wendy...” That was what his witty remark had become in the moments it was dashed from his very lips.
“John,” she replied. He could see in the mirror that she was smirking.
“Wendy... Sweet baby Jesus,” John hissed out, looking her over. “C-Christmas spirit... huh?”
“For you,” Wendy laughed, with a laugh like the jingle bells so well known, and turned to face him.
By God, the frontal view was even better.
“You... Ha...” He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she gladly snuggled up to him in seconds. “You dressed up like this just for me to find?”
“Merry Christmas,” Wendy smirked with a quick wink.
“Merry Christmas to you, babe.” He licked his lips, a common quirk of his, though for once it was involuntary. “I might just have to give you a big discount on those. Couldn’t bear for you not to have them...”
“Already paid for,” Wendy chuckled. “You’re talking to Wendy Testaburger, remember? I wouldn’t dream of even sort-of stealing things.”
“I know, I know,” John finally laughed, gazing at her. “My point is, m’dear, you look fantastic.”
“Ah, I thought you’d like it,” Wendy replied playfully.
“I love you. I just, I love you. So fucking much,” John told her sincerely.
“I love you too, dear,” Wendy smiled, rubbing his back. “We’ve come so far, you know that? Everybody thought it’d last no more than a week, everybody. But we’re just so perfect for each other... I’m sorry, I’m prattling,” she laughed bashfully, scratching her head.
“No, no, it makes perfect sense.” John pulled her arm back around himself and kissed her on the cheek, then the lips. “Here, just let me look in your beautiful, beautiful eyes for a moment. You might not believe me if I’m staring at your body as I say it.”
“John,” Wendy giggled. She was blushing noticeably.
“I love you. Everything, from your head to your toes, from your brain to your soul, inside and out. Everything.”
Now Wendy was the one who was speechless. She lowered her head and squeezed his hand, grinning beyond a hope of control.
“You have no idea how happy you make me,” she finally managed, “do you?”
“Merry Christmas, Wendy,” he kissed her, finally let his eyes roam back to her body. “Merry Christmas...”
“Merry Christmas to you, John,” Wendy smiled. All too soon, or perhaps just in time, the clothes came off. “Merry Christmas to you.”
Women, of the naked (or at least half-so) variety.
So he was more than happy to be on time for, and dutiful in tasks pertaining to, his new job at the magical ladies’ undergarments and lingerie store called Victoria’s Secret. Using his own womanly assets, he had easily slipped past any restrictions towards males, and happily went about his daily job at the register. If he was lucky, a lady might need assistance in the dressing room, but unfortunately, such an event only happened once. He was more than happy, however, to imagine the women passing his register in the clothes they were buying, and nothing else on top (except whipped cream, perhaps, if the woman was gratuitously good-looking).
He never did see his girlfriend there, however, and God knew how much he’d like to see her in that type of clothing, or even see what type she might consider wearing. She could be a tease, that Wendy, decent as she appeared to the general public.
He should’ve known it was only a matter of time until Wendy showed up. He should’ve known that the reason it wasn’t immediate was because she was waiting and planning for something really good instead of just a casual run-in at the register, a preview for the night wrapped up real pretty with whispered seduction and a wink on top, should’ve known she was more clever and eager to please than that.
It was an hour past closing- an hour past midnight, that is- and John was still in that most lovely store. He commonly stayed past the closing time to pick up dropped items and restore them to their places, and to do a quick surveillance of the store to check for any unwanted persons, because he knew it was not unlike something he would’ve done before his job there, to stay in the store and explore the lingerie without judgment.
He checked past the bras, the panties, the so-called “sexy” section, as it was infamous for its alluring outfits, picking out and throwing about the best of them willy-nilly so as to literally bathe himself in ladies’ undergarments before calmly and nonchalantly placing them back. Such a perfect job, was his job at Victoria’s Secret.
It was that early morning, 1 hour past midnight and in the midst of his personal panty raid, that he realized he was not alone. He removed a large bra from atop his head and placed it innocently back on a shelf, at first believing his company to be a fellow coworker come to check on him, but the figure he caught a glimpse of quickly dashed behind a long shelf of lacy underwear.
A thief, John realized quickly.
He tiptoed to the shelf and lingered at the corner for a long moment before carefully peering around. The figure, which he now realized was a quite womanly one, had swiftly grabbed such an article off the shelf, and just as swiftly made a run for the changing rooms. If he hadn’t been worried for his workplace’s security, John’s motives would have been much different, but either way he followed her in to the dressing room.
“Ma’am,” he called out, flicking on the lights. “We’ve been closed for a while now. When did you come in?”
There was no reply. Raising an eyebrow, he paced along the row of dressing stalls, pondering why, of all the things, why would one choose to steal lingerie? The prospect of danger, even slight, could practically turn him temporarily asexual.
This lapse of sexuality evaporated when he saw a strategically placed, tight-fit shirt lying in his path. Smirking now, he looked up and saw it was lying in front of a dressing room inside which came rustling noises.
“Excuse me, madam,” he said as he unlocked the door with his all-access key and pushed it open. “I’m afraid I’ve been forced t-...”
The witty remark was honestly pushed from his mind upon the sight he was so suddenly exposed to, pun very much intended.
She stood with her back to him. Her hair was down her back, long, raven black, silky, smooth, very, very pretty. Her body was obscured with little, no, nothing more than very skimpy panties and a bra that practically didn’t do its very job, colored red with green trim.
“... Wendy...” That was what his witty remark had become in the moments it was dashed from his very lips.
“John,” she replied. He could see in the mirror that she was smirking.
“Wendy... Sweet baby Jesus,” John hissed out, looking her over. “C-Christmas spirit... huh?”
“For you,” Wendy laughed, with a laugh like the jingle bells so well known, and turned to face him.
By God, the frontal view was even better.
“You... Ha...” He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she gladly snuggled up to him in seconds. “You dressed up like this just for me to find?”
“Merry Christmas,” Wendy smirked with a quick wink.
“Merry Christmas to you, babe.” He licked his lips, a common quirk of his, though for once it was involuntary. “I might just have to give you a big discount on those. Couldn’t bear for you not to have them...”
“Already paid for,” Wendy chuckled. “You’re talking to Wendy Testaburger, remember? I wouldn’t dream of even sort-of stealing things.”
“I know, I know,” John finally laughed, gazing at her. “My point is, m’dear, you look fantastic.”
“Ah, I thought you’d like it,” Wendy replied playfully.
“I love you. I just, I love you. So fucking much,” John told her sincerely.
“I love you too, dear,” Wendy smiled, rubbing his back. “We’ve come so far, you know that? Everybody thought it’d last no more than a week, everybody. But we’re just so perfect for each other... I’m sorry, I’m prattling,” she laughed bashfully, scratching her head.
“No, no, it makes perfect sense.” John pulled her arm back around himself and kissed her on the cheek, then the lips. “Here, just let me look in your beautiful, beautiful eyes for a moment. You might not believe me if I’m staring at your body as I say it.”
“John,” Wendy giggled. She was blushing noticeably.
“I love you. Everything, from your head to your toes, from your brain to your soul, inside and out. Everything.”
Now Wendy was the one who was speechless. She lowered her head and squeezed his hand, grinning beyond a hope of control.
“You have no idea how happy you make me,” she finally managed, “do you?”
“Merry Christmas, Wendy,” he kissed her, finally let his eyes roam back to her body. “Merry Christmas...”
“Merry Christmas to you, John,” Wendy smiled. All too soon, or perhaps just in time, the clothes came off. “Merry Christmas to you.”