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Long day. Started at 5:00 AM.
Got up, and got pretty. My underthings, my nylons, my slacks, my sweater, and my basic blacks with three inch block heels. Slacks looked sharp; shoes looked cute. Sweater was black, and mellowed out my curves into a kind of grace, pulling everything in, and smoothing it all gently downwards.
There is something inexplicably delicious about the feel of freshly shaved skin. I'm not talking about how it feels to others, I'm talking about how the lack of hair changes the sensation of everything into something very silky. Satin panties, sheer hose... it is one of the most sensual experiences I have ever had alone. I shall have to get sating sheets one day for the full body treatment. There is a wroght iron queen size canopy bed just begging to be in my bedroom near the old brick fireplace... and it ought to be there draped in emerald satin and velvet trimmed pillows. Of course, that sheet set costs several hundred dollars, so it'll have to wait. I'll bide my time.
Then the hair. A little water, a little mousse and a little scrunching turned it into a cloud of glossy ringlets. I beamed in delight at this transformation, and pinned them up with some old combs glistening with fake gems. Oh, glee! A crown of curls with accent gems!
And there I stood, 5'6" now in my shoes, looking both reserved and playful. I was as gorgeous as this plain creature can be. I was hit on like mad at class. I only wish that there had been someone I cared about to marvel at my radiant skin, my lush beauty, my big green eyes, and my playful crown of feather-soft curls. And maybe someone to go home to and cuddle up next to the fire with. A man who would grab me and breathe hot on my neck and look into my eyes and have his way with me. :::Grins:::
And off I went, click-click-clicking down the sidewalk at 5:45 AM, on my way to my store. I arrived, bought cigarettes and some purse chocolate (I think purse chocolate is a girl thing), picked up a paper, grabbed a soda and waited. My manager showed up, we collected the incomparable Lady Di, and were off to Portland.
The class was uneventful; topic was inventory loss control. My last class. One little test, and I'm a certified assistant manager.Got a raise today, and I'll get another one after I pass said test. Things might be looking up.
We got back to Salem at around 2:00PM. Manager dropped me off to work swing shift, took Lady Di home, and returned to finish his paperwork. We discussed my 90 day review, which I got 100% on, and he gave me a raise.
Then I worked. My favorite customers are by far the stoners, and here's why:
Stoner: Mwahahahahahahahahahaha!
Me: No cackling in the store.
Stoner: No What?
Me: Cackling. Sort of an evil laugh.
Stoner: What? Why?
Me: Because I say so.
Stoner: What??? Are you serious?
Me: (Straight face) No, of course not.
Stoner: Oh. I need a butane lighter, then.
Heh. I'm so cool.
And then I stopped working, and had an annoying conversation with the Evil Deranged Frank:
Frank: Our society is already borg-like.
Me: And your justification for a religious government rather than a secular one is that you believe that American society is borg-like.
Frank: Well, it is.
Me: It is not.
Frank: Are you blind?
Me: Well, if you would back up your half baked theories with facts... I see every day that people are NOT borg-like.
Frank: Where?
Me: My customers.
Frank: YOUR customers.
Me: That's right.
Frank: I don't see what that proves.
Me: Frank, just shut up and let me do my shift audit. I want to go home.
Frank: Borg.
Me: FREAK! Shut up!!
And then, here I am. At home again after sixteen hours, with flattened curls, tired eyes and wrinkled slacks, ready for a warm dinner and a nice sleep.
Got up, and got pretty. My underthings, my nylons, my slacks, my sweater, and my basic blacks with three inch block heels. Slacks looked sharp; shoes looked cute. Sweater was black, and mellowed out my curves into a kind of grace, pulling everything in, and smoothing it all gently downwards.
There is something inexplicably delicious about the feel of freshly shaved skin. I'm not talking about how it feels to others, I'm talking about how the lack of hair changes the sensation of everything into something very silky. Satin panties, sheer hose... it is one of the most sensual experiences I have ever had alone. I shall have to get sating sheets one day for the full body treatment. There is a wroght iron queen size canopy bed just begging to be in my bedroom near the old brick fireplace... and it ought to be there draped in emerald satin and velvet trimmed pillows. Of course, that sheet set costs several hundred dollars, so it'll have to wait. I'll bide my time.
Then the hair. A little water, a little mousse and a little scrunching turned it into a cloud of glossy ringlets. I beamed in delight at this transformation, and pinned them up with some old combs glistening with fake gems. Oh, glee! A crown of curls with accent gems!
And there I stood, 5'6" now in my shoes, looking both reserved and playful. I was as gorgeous as this plain creature can be. I was hit on like mad at class. I only wish that there had been someone I cared about to marvel at my radiant skin, my lush beauty, my big green eyes, and my playful crown of feather-soft curls. And maybe someone to go home to and cuddle up next to the fire with. A man who would grab me and breathe hot on my neck and look into my eyes and have his way with me. :::Grins:::
And off I went, click-click-clicking down the sidewalk at 5:45 AM, on my way to my store. I arrived, bought cigarettes and some purse chocolate (I think purse chocolate is a girl thing), picked up a paper, grabbed a soda and waited. My manager showed up, we collected the incomparable Lady Di, and were off to Portland.
The class was uneventful; topic was inventory loss control. My last class. One little test, and I'm a certified assistant manager.Got a raise today, and I'll get another one after I pass said test. Things might be looking up.
We got back to Salem at around 2:00PM. Manager dropped me off to work swing shift, took Lady Di home, and returned to finish his paperwork. We discussed my 90 day review, which I got 100% on, and he gave me a raise.
Then I worked. My favorite customers are by far the stoners, and here's why:
Stoner: Mwahahahahahahahahahaha!
Me: No cackling in the store.
Stoner: No What?
Me: Cackling. Sort of an evil laugh.
Stoner: What? Why?
Me: Because I say so.
Stoner: What??? Are you serious?
Me: (Straight face) No, of course not.
Stoner: Oh. I need a butane lighter, then.
Heh. I'm so cool.
And then I stopped working, and had an annoying conversation with the Evil Deranged Frank:
Frank: Our society is already borg-like.
Me: And your justification for a religious government rather than a secular one is that you believe that American society is borg-like.
Frank: Well, it is.
Me: It is not.
Frank: Are you blind?
Me: Well, if you would back up your half baked theories with facts... I see every day that people are NOT borg-like.
Frank: Where?
Me: My customers.
Frank: YOUR customers.
Me: That's right.
Frank: I don't see what that proves.
Me: Frank, just shut up and let me do my shift audit. I want to go home.
Frank: Borg.
Me: FREAK! Shut up!!
And then, here I am. At home again after sixteen hours, with flattened curls, tired eyes and wrinkled slacks, ready for a warm dinner and a nice sleep.
