 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 18.06. at 17:47:18 >>>See, he'd actually been asked to lunch by the girl who was, in Pete's opinion, the A-number-one sex goddess of the mall. She ran the dancewear boutique, (a cramped little cube of a space- one dressing room, five racks of clothes, one rack of tights, and a corner for shoes.) He never shopped there, because he worked in the mall (besides, the selection was better at the place he favored,) but he made sure he passed by often, glancing inside to check out what the help was wearing. Lisa, the manager, never disappointed, showing up for work in the most lovely and comparatively daring outfits, like...>>>The one she was wearing right now. Lilac leotard and tights, denim mini (so short she honestly HAD to wear the leo underneath) and strappy black heels. Her straight brown hair (which she usually wore in a bun,) was loose, hanging about her shoulders. When she turned to scan the room, Peter noticed that the leo was backless, showing only about half an inch of the lilac nylon over the waistband of the skirt. Peter's head spun when he saw this, and almost exploded when she caught his nervous eye, smiled, waved, and began to sway toward his table. The high-school girl (who had no idea she was the former recipient of our hero's attention) glanced at her disapprovingly, sure that she was no longer the hottest thing in the room.>>>"Peter?">>>"Uh! Yeah. That's, uh, me." He fumbled his way to his feet, and held out his hand. Lisa touched his hand with warm fingers, gripping it gently.>>>"Lisa White. I manage Danceworx. But you know that, don't you?">>>"Uh, why would I..">>>"C'mon, everybody knows everybody here, don't they?">>>"Yeah, I get you." He said, mildly relieved.>>>"Who's the assistant manager of the Sunglass Hut? Quick!">>>"Huh? I, uh...that is...">>>"Just kidding, Pete. Sit down.">>>Curiosity won a temporary victory over nervousness. "So, er...why did you ask me up here?">>>"Danceworx is closing down. Thought you might like to know.">>>He did, though the news was unwelcome. "Sorry.">>>"I'll bet you are. We noticed, you know.">>>Peter's heart was hammering away. "What do you mean?" he croaked.>>>"Relax, Peter. We're not angry. Matter of fact, we all kind of liked the attention. 'Cept Betty. She wanted to have you arrested.">>>"ARRESTED?" His heart leapt into his throat.>>>"Again, relax! You always this nervous? No one's going to call the cops on you for looking into a store to check out the employee's outfits, allright?">>>Despite his nervousness, Pete joked "That isn't what they told me at 'Victoria's Secret.">>>Lisa laughed easliy, musically. "See? You're relaxing. I know how hard that can be in this situation. I mean, up until a a minute ago, I was just a body in a leotard to you, right?">>>He was trembling all over. "What? I didn't...">>>"RE. LAX." She put her hand on his, holding it down to stop the tremors. "'S'okay. I don't mind. But it gave me an idea.">>>"What kind of idea?" He asked, after swallowing hard.>>>"Offering you a job. I've heard you hate your boss at the bookstore, and that you were looking for something else.">>>Peter's boss was a near-psychotic young woman who screamed at the help (and more than occaisionally, the customers.) The company never seemed to get around to firing her, and she made her employee's lives hell, specifically, the part of hell that uses cash registers. Peter, as her assisitant, dealt with the worst of it. "Yeah. You probably know why.">>>"Alice is a legend. I'll bet you can guess what I think she needs..." She made a show of pulling up her tights, extending her legs, one at a time, out into the aisle and flexing her foot. Pete gasped softly.>>>"Yeah, well, that's not in my job description!" His dislike for his boss overshadowing his nervousness briefly.>>>"Not enough tights in the world, huh?">>>Why was she doing this to him? "So, er...">>>"Why am I offering you a job at a closed store?">>>"Well, yeah. And, uh... wouldn't it be...">>>"Detrimental to ongoing clientele to have an assistant manager who can't keep his eyes off a girl in tights?">>>"WHOA! Now wait-">>>"I don't have time, Peter, honestly. You dig dancewear. Admit it, or stop wasting my time." Her instep touched his leg briefly, and Peter almost fainted. "See? I'm offering you a buck more an hour than that monster Alice is giving you, and all the dancers you can ogle. Me included.">>>He couldn't believe his ears. Did that touch trigger a stroke or something? "But, how...">>>"A revolutionary concept. A dancewear boutique that recognizes, actually celebrates, the sexiness of dancewear. There's more guys out there like you than you realize, Pete.">>>"But, how can I..">>>"The store itself will be low-profile. We'll only advertise on the net. Location'll be some little outlet in this low-traffic industrial park. We'll choose our clients carefully, charge a membership fee, keep the place semi-private. In, or out? We need a guy in the store. Heavy lifting, that sort of thing." Her eyes sparkled.>>>"Well, I, uh...">>>"Don't make a big deal about this. More money, girls in dancewear, no Alice. It's a no-brainer." She pulled up the shoulders of her leotard, for emphasis. Her breasts rose with the nylon, the nipples suddenly->>>"I'll do it. When do I start?" For some reason, the anxiety flowed out of him in a rush of excitement. It seemed like a miracle.>>>"Great! I'll tell the girls. They'll be thrilled, you know.">>>"They will?">>>"Aye. Peter. They will. I hire people who don't mind being leered at once in a while, or haven't you noticed? Then, of course, there's the other thing...">>>Here it comes. "What, er...other thing">>>"Your work clothes." She said, standing. "You don't expect to wear PANTS while we're traipsing around in tights, do you? I'll be in touch." She turned to go.>>>Peter was numb with disbelief. How did she know? He started to say something, but his new boss' naked back shut him up tight. He was going to work in a dancewear store! He was terrified, but happy.>>>Especially when he noticed the look on that high-school girl's face as she turned to look at him. Her feet flexed and writhed with a new intensity, it seemed.-Depon >>>>NEXT WEEK'S EPISODE: STAFF MEETING!!! Answers to this message:
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