Chapter 1

I was working in a high-price clothing boutique and she was one of our regular customers. She was an elegant woman, barely approaching middle age. She was pretty, but the way she held herself and the way she moved told everyone that she knew who she was and was proud of it. Her make-up was always perfect and her longish, dark shag always looked like she’d just come from a salon, not like my dark brown hair that was a little longer and was always hanging in my face. Her purple eyes were almost mesmerizing. You could also tell she had money.

The summer clothing had just arrived and we were doing good business. She had me bring clothing into the dressing room and asked my opinion as she tried each on.

Most fit her perfectly. She was about two inches shorter than I was and had a beautiful figure.

“I think you need a smaller size in that one,” I said as she emerged from the dressing cubical in a yellow summer dress. “I’ll go get it.”

I walked into the showroom and got a smaller size. I also picked out another dress I thought would look good on her. I walked back to the dressing rooms and knocked on the cubicle she was using.

“Here’s the smaller size and another you might like,” I said as she opened the door. She was in her underwear. I had to look into her eyes or at the dresses I was handing her so it wouldn’t seem like I was staring at her body. I handed the two to her.

“You can put these two back,” she told me as she handed me the dress that was too large and another dress that neither of us had liked when she’d tried it on.

“Okay.” I smiled. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

I took a deep breath as she closed the door. I’d seen just enough of her to stop my heart. She had a beautiful figure, not too small, not too big. She wasn’t muscular but was very trim. Her bra and panties looked like silk and matched perfectly. I liked every aspect of what I’d seen.

Now, I’m not usually the type of person to ogle the customers while they’re changing, I mean, I’m not a voyeur or anything like that, but there she was, and there I was, and she’dopened the door. I guess if she wasn’t concerned about it, I shouldn’t be either. I do like looking at appealing women, the fewer clothes the better, but not in here; not where I work. I do have to say, though, that I did enjoy what I saw.

I took the two dresses out and placed them back on the racks. When I went back, she was standing in front of the mirror looking at herself in the new dress I’d just brought her.

“Yes,” she said, nodding. “Yes. I like it. You have very good taste.”

I smiled a thank you and she went back into the dressing cubical.

Finally, I heard, “Yes, this one fits much better.” She came out of the cubicle.

“Yes.” I almost couldn’t breathe. “That’s beautiful on you.”

“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” she said as she modeled in front of the mirror.

“Your husband will love it,” I said as I straightened the shoulder strap for her.

“I don’t have a husband,” she threw back over her shoulder, “but I hope someone will love it.”

“Well, I think it’s beautiful on you.” I let a few seconds lapse. “Is there anything else you want to try?”

She gave one last turn in the mirror. “No,” she said. “I think those four will do for now.”

“All right.” I smiled. “I’ll get them wrapped for you.”

She handed me the three that were hanging there and closed the door behind her.

I went to the cashier’s desk and unfolded four boxes, placing tissue paper in each, as was the store’s policy. I folded each dress, as we’d been trained to do, set it into the tissue paper and covered it with more tissue that had our logo written all over it. I was closing the third box when she walked out of the dressing room with the fourth dress. It didn’t take but a minute to get that one boxed, too.

“Is there anything else you want today?” I asked as I stacked the four boxes and took the platinum Amex card she held out.

“No, I think that’s all for today. I’ll have my driver come in and get those,” she said as she signed the charge slip.

“Oh, I can bring these out for you,” I said. “I was just going to lunch anyway.”

“Have I prevented you from going out?” she asked.