It thrilled Lily to encounter such interesting people for a large part of her time but at times like now she wished she could crawl under the counter and pretend she wasn’t there. This guy, nicknamed The Walking Talking Johnny was about 5foot high, average weight, in his fifties, ever so slightly socially awkward and a rubber fetishist. Lily and Sonya could already smell him at the door as they heard the shop bell go. “Evening ladies!” he drawled, hobbling towards Lily and Sonya like Harry Potter’s Dobbi. “Evening,” they mumbled back as Sonya elbowed Lily in the ribs. “Ow!” she hissed, “No. Not me, you! I went last time.”As he wobbled towards the cowering girls behind the till the stench grew stronger. “I’m not going. I feel ill already. I have a headache. You can’t make me.” Lily clenched her teeth together and leaned casually over the counter. “What can we do for you today, young man?” Walking Talking Johnny beamed from ear to ear: “Oh my! Young man? Haha… Not me. All set in my ways!” Lily held her breath as he approached the counter. “I’m sure you are, I’m sure you are,” she whispered. “So what are you after?” Sonya had escaped to the changing rooms at the end of the shop and watched at a safe distance with her hands wrapped around her Yogi Tea. “Nappies. The transparent, rubber ones; I saw them last time, extra-large. I’d like to try them on.” Sonya spluttered tea out of her nose as Lily sighed again, her hands semi-aggressively on her midi-length, silk-woven, jet-black-skirt-clad hips. “Sir, we can’t let you try them on. We explained that the last time.” His crinkly eyes lowered in disappointment and his arms fell limply to his side. “I thought, if I wash myself right and wear cotton underwear you might make an exception? You know, I haven’t got that much money, and…” He trailed off as he unbuttoned his rubber mac, “… I would just really like to try it. Or the underwear to tuck away my… you know. That looks like a … you know.” Oh goodness no, thought Lily, not the prawn-smelling underwear that made her shudder just at the thought of someone wearing them. There were things with which she was able to deal and others with which she could not. Nappies and penis strap-away vagina panties were definitely on the not List. “Really, I am totally clean and I went to the…” Lily interrupted him and stepped out from behind the till. Walking Talking Johnny’s eyes lusted over her from top to bottom; the spit rests in the corners of his mouth quivering with excitement. He blushed a little as he realised Lily was watching him (and shuddering with disgust). “Right, let’s just go downstairs into the basement and have a look.”
Lily gave Sonya an evil stare as she lifted the rope out of its hook and ushered dear Walking Talking Johnny down the stairs. How long was she going to have to overcome this urge to turn around and run? Sure, it was great that every day was a surprise in that you never knew whether you were going to sell nappies, nipple clamps or ridiculously expensive, Swarovski-covered evening dresses. However, Lily was starting to want more. She had responsibility, talent, a wicked sales-speech, a great connection to the boss and the freedom to do pretty much everything she wanted to in the weird and wonderful little boutique; but she wanted more. Lately she had been craving more of a challenge; not in the sense of an over-weight, sweating man in search of being dressed like a woman with suspenders, heels and a basque; no, more like a higher position, the ability to work her way up. And at Real Life Taboo, the only raise she would get would be to become the boss and welcoming as such responsibility may sound, Lily knew it wasn’t what she wanted.Walking Talking Johnny made his way down the narrow steps into the “naughty” basement like a little child at Christmas time. He was mumbling underneath his breath but Lily couldn’t make out a word as the rubber catsuit beneath his clothes squeaked continuously. She stayed back a few steps as she watched him disappear around the corner and breathed in deeply before braving the dungeon of horrors. But only seconds later he emerged at the foot of the stairs with the pink, jock-strap similar rubber panty in hand and a huge grin on his face; “It’s still here, this one’s my size.”Lily gave up far too quickly; “Oh, come on then. Let’s get you in a cabin. But I’m telling you now: you have 15 minutes. If there is anything, and I mean anything on that panty when I get it back then you are buying it, ok?” Johnny made his way to the changing rooms like a dog that had just got a treat and was going to bury it in the garden. Sonya jumped as she saw him approaching and quickly disappeared in the bathrooms. “Thank you,” he mumbled, clutching the panty as if it were a gold bar, “I won’t be long.”
What followed was 20 gruelling minutes of peeking into the cabin to make sure he wasn’t getting up to any shenanigans. He had sat down on the stool in the changing room and carefully placed the panty over a pair of long, woollen underwear. His stumpy, pale legs covered in sparse black hairs looked like the legs of flies in the harsh lights of the cabin. He didn’t attempt anything and instead just marvelled at himself in the mirror like a young Cher.“That’s twenty minutes already. Come on. Put your trousers back on.” Lily stood infront of the floor length mirror outside the changing rooms and tapped her Bottega Veneta heels on the floor impatiently. She could hear him shuffling nervously in the cabin. What happened next Sonya and Lily would not forget for a long time...For more, comment below. That's the only way these delicious tit-bits are gonna keep on coming :)
Great style of writing!
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