Holiday Shopping Lessons: Part I

Well "young ladies" and gentlemen, brats, imps, visitors, lurkers and everyone else. Here we are a work-day or two before C-Day (depending on how you celebrate). Stress levels are high and tempers short, long lines and short patience, and employees either unfocused or irritated based on their line of work. Well, I need to head out and deal with matters at hand and not sure what to leave you with; an irresponsible bride, or unfocused employees, or a smart-ass girlfriend. Well, time is short so I will pick and leave you with the story below. 

I hope to see you all before Christmas, but if not, I hope you all find inner peace and quiet in the holiday!

With that, here is one of my many holiday season based stories.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! We are closing in 30 minutes!" the high-pitched voice of the young sales associate broke through the white noise of the boutique.

Brought out of her momentary trance by the loud knocking on the dressing room door and the irritated voice of the young sales clerk, she snapped back her reply. 

"OK, OK! No need to rush the Customer!"  'Ma'am'. Really. For f-sake, she thought to herself, the sales-girl was probably not much younger than she was.

She went back to admiring herself in the full length mirror amazed by the fit of the bikini; hugging and accentuating her curves at all the right places while simultaneously hiding all the self-critiqued imperfections. She smiled at herself, happy with her decision to forgo other chores and errands and instead go holiday shopping. It had been a success after-all. 

A success based on her definition of what entailed a successful holiday shopping trip. Had she found gifts for anyone on her list? No. Had she found a designer brand bikini for herself to wear next summer? Score. Was it on sale? Yes, double score. 

She had also found herself a gorgeous designer dress for Christmas Eve. Half-score....sort of. It wasn't on sale; far from it in fact. She didn't need it. In fact, it was full price due to the height of the holiday season. On the positive side, she rationalized to herself, the dress would go perfectly with the high heels she had just purchased. Of course the shoes were also out of her price range, but she'd be able to wear them year long and if you broke down the cost monthly....

"Ma'am! Ma'am! We are closing in 30 minutes!"

"Yes, thank you I heard you the first time. No need to restate the obvious" she answered switching to her recently (and easily mastered), mother-like tone. 

"Can I bring you something else to try on, a bigger size perhaps?"

She could not see the sale's girl's face, but could clearly make out the passive aggressiveness of the question topped with the tone of disdain.

"No, thank you. I am fine." she couldn't believe the attitude.

"OK, Just remember prices are as marked and no further discounts apply. Oh and remember we close in thirty minutes!"

"Oh.M.G.!" she balked at the obvious comment this time and decided to take one more look in the mirror before packing up. 

"Perfect." She smiled and then her smile slowly faded.

Thirty minutes 'till closing she thought to herself, that's not possible! She suddenly realized the time equation. She had been here twice as long as she thought and entirely longer than she had ever planned to be. She franticly fumbled through the mess of the clothes she had tried on searching for her cellphone. 

"Damm it! Where is it?"

She found her oversize purse and ransacked the contents anxiously throwing makeup, keys, hand sanitizers and skin creams out onto the floor in the process. She breathed a sign of relief feeling the cold metal of the phone and then her heart sank again as she realized it was powered off.

"Oh crap!" she mumbled, "What if he's been trying to reach me?!"

She powered up the phone and waited, her heart pacing as the she logged in and maneuvered her way to the chat screen. Before she could read the waiting chats, her phone buzzed the "missed call" alert and as she attempted to scroll over, it buzzed again, and again...and again.

"Oh no!" she pressed the voicemail number and took a deep breath.

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"I have been trying to reach you for hours. Where are you? Where are the kids?" his voice, loud and stern coming from the other side of the cell phone.

"I just stepped out to grab a quick drink. The kids are at my Mom's. Just waiting for my latte and then I am on my way home" she fumbled through a hasty reply.

"First of all don't lie,..."

"I am not lying! I am just waiting for my frappuccino!" she interrupted him raising her voice anxiously.

"Excuse me? Your what?....You aren't lying? Really?" 

"Yes really!" she yelled back at him irritated, yet knowing fully well it was he who had every right to be.

"Fine. I just thought something had happened to you."

"I am fine! I told you. What is your problem?" her attitude began kicking into a higher gear.



She heard him take a deep breath and then let out a sigh. She knew this was the precursor to his temper eruption.

"So be it. You want to play games Young Lady; if you are at Starbucks then prove it." he challenged.

"No...Why? I'll just meet you at home" her heart raced trying to talk herself out of the predicament.

"I am giving you one last chance Doll; where are you?" he offered .

She contemplated telling him the truth, but then thought there was no possible way he wouldn't be angry about the entire situation. He was obviously already irritated. She couldn't possibly tell him that in essence she had neglected all her responsibilities rather than preparing for going out of town for the holidays, spent money far above her budget; and worse of all, spent all that extra money all on herself.

"I...I ...I am at the Starbucks on Oak." she blurted out.

"Ok then, send me a picture of yourself right now."

She looked around the dressing room, looked down at herself in the form fitting bikini and prayed for the suit to serve its purpose as she nervously clicked on her camera phone.

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"So what do you think?" she asked hesitantly speaking seductively into the phone.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

She stared at herself in the mirror, her phone strategically angled to capture her front and rear views simultaneously thanks to the full length walled mirrors.

She heard him clear his throat and her lip trembled as she nervously waited for him to say something.

"Nice cleavage" he seemingly teased.

She released her held breath and and began to relax, "So do you like it? It was on sale! it was only $140...."

"I said nice cleavage. I didn't say anything about the bikini" he resumed to his scolding tone,
"and there is no way you are buying a bikini for 140 dollars." 

"OK....OK "she hung her head down, still holding the phone up. "I'll meet you at home."

"No. Take that suit off NOW. I don't wan't you "accidentally" ruining it and then having to buy it," he demanded from the other side of the phone. "Keep your phone on I want to see you do it."

"Nooo! Hon, I'll meet you at home. They are closing soon..."

"What was I not clear on? Do what I told you to do. Now." he ordered again.

She unsnapped the back of her bikini top and arched her shoulders forward to release the top while still holding the phone upright. Her ample breasts tumbled out into the cool artificial air of the boutique. She hurried to cover her chest instinctually even though he had seen her topless nearly every day. She fumbled the maneuver and managed to give him quite the closeup shot of her cold nipples at full attention.

"And now the bottoms" the instructions came over the phone.

"No! Not the bottoms...I'll take them off after I hang up...Hon..please"

"Take them off now."

She hesitated for a brief moment and then gave in. She awkwardly released the side ties of the bikini bottom in hopes they would come off quicker, but the undone side tie simply flapped the material down and diagonally resulting in a flag which highlighted attention to her unkept patch. She switched the phone to the other hand, still keeping the camera on, as she undid the other tie. The small bikini bottoms dropped to the carpeted floor. Within seconds she was digitally fully naked in front of him. The full length mirrors still offering him the 360 degree view as he focused in on her ripe bottom. Quickly she walked to the pile of clothes and picked up her panties.

"Oh no you don't. You stay there. You stay there as is. As is until I call you back."

"I can't stay here like this, what if...." she stammered to no avail.

"You can and you will. End of story. You are in a whole mess of trouble Young Lady. Not packing for our trip, shopping for yourself...You just don't seem to learn your lessons, do you? I need to show you I am serious" he scolded and then the phone clicked off.

She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't believe her situation. Here she was naked in a dressing room waiting for him to call her back. Undoubtedly and in the least she was in for a serious scolding. His tone had only slightly changed, but she could tell he was upset and dissapointed. The worse part of it was that he had every right to be disappointed in her. 

'Dammit' she thought to herself, 'disappointed'. She hated when he used that word and its connotation and he undoubtedly would be directing that word at her at some point today. She stomped her bare foot in frustration and rather than releasing frustration ended up stubbing her toe in the process. Leaning forward in pain she nearly toppled over as she reached down to grab the aching foot. She slumped her bare bottomed self down on the pile of clothes scattered on the small wooden triangular seat of the dressing room. Crossing her arms in frustration she began what she was admittingly not good at, waiting patiently.

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To be continued...
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