That Time Again - Open

[Reggie Earle]

On the rare occasion that Reggie felt down about herself, she usually went out to shop. But her retail therapy was pretty specific in that she would only target lingerie stores. It was a guilty pleasure of hers simply because she always felt guilty splurging on it but she did feel pretty every time she wore them. Even if nobody else saw it.

So she had gone to practically every lingerie store at the mall but none of them appealed to her. Or they were too expensive. Or too small. It was only when she got out of the mall that she saw the most interesting setup a lingerie store ever had. She was slightly disappointed that she didn't have a girlfriend to squeal with.

Walking over to the store and entering it, a smile lit her face. She was in lingerie heaven. Not only did most of the things here packed the colours she adored, it seemed that the place catered to every size imaginable. The prices were unbelievably affordable and Reggie could have just done her victory dance right then and there.

She had just found her most favourite place in the world.

Slowly, she maneuvered her way around the store, admiring the lacy bras and silk matching sets and the nightwear, oh the nightwear. Reggie was like a kid in a candy store as she flitted all over the place, completely unaware of other people who happened to be in the store.

[Chloe Marsh]

Why is she hiding behind a maniquin you ask? It was only normal for girls to have to go for leingerie. You know, guys don't have to provide as much comfort as women do. You don't want me to go completely into it right? But she had seen the jocks from school, and they give her shit. Ooo, Chloe has girlie parts! Grow the fuck up! But to reduce the immature conflict, she was ducking a bit. Not too much, but just enough that they couldn't see as they went into the arcade. Kids..

Turning, she then browsed. Looking for bras and things was always fun. Better if you had girls with you, but no such luck today. Flicking through bras on a rack, she saw some nice black ones. She was thinking a bit too skanky though. Bra Rule #1; don't where black unless you want to show someone. Chloe was tossing up that idea. A nice guy, did they exist anymore? She wanted a tanned, sexy, muscley sex god who cares about her. But no, nothing. So for now until she finds someone for her, she flicked passed the black.

Cling! She could hear it as she turned towards the sound. A big metal rack holding panties above a few women was holding on by a thread. She looked around to see if any workers had realized, but it seemed that barely anyone did. The metal rack clinged against, and she looked to a worker packing a shelf. "Um, that's going to fall". They didn't hear her and she glanced back at it just as the metal snapped. It lost its support and fell down towards a group of women. No way!

She would probably regret it but it was like reaction. Holding her hand up close to her chest but looking up, she clenched her hand as the metal shelf stopped in mid-air. What else could she do? It was dangerous, but now she knew she probably couldn't show her face around there again. But she didn't hold it for long so hopefully no one realized because she then lowered her hand as the shelf fell to the side just next to the women. Immediately she turned and pretended to look. Who could prove it was her anyway.... right?

[Ophelia Fitzgerald]

It was just another ordinary day in Peekaboo for Lia. She'd gotten a new stock of corsets and basques in, and was working out the best possible display for them while minding the till. She'd offered smiles and mints to those who had walked over to the till to buy items, and was about to go and ask the young lady hovering around the store if she'd like a fitting when the shelf broke.

This was concerning for many reasons - mostly because Lia regularly checked the hanging racks and other items to make sure they were still tight, and because it had very nearly injured customers. Tutting, she moved over to check the shelf and then narrowed her eyes suspiciously. The shelf had been fine this morning when she'd checked, which meant someone had tampered with it. She wouldn't abide people ruining her shop.

Picking up the dropped underwear, she set it on the till desk, and then cleared her throat. "I'm so sorry ladies, someone's been tampering with my displays." She nodded. "Please, have a mint." She gestured at the till, then moved to call the handiman who had kindly set up the shop when she'd first moved.

"Ah yes, is that Patrick? Hi, it's Ophelia here. I was wondering if you could pop out and fix a shelf for me, it's fallen down and nearly injured some ladies in the shop. Yes. Yes. I think it's likely. 3? That's perfect. Thank you." She hung up with a satisfied click, then surveyed the rest of the shop suspiciously. Hm.

"Would anyone like a fitting?" She asked politely.

[Reggie Earle]

Reggie squealed quite unladylike when the shelf fell behind her. The teddy she had been holding fell to the floor with a soft rustle as she clutched at her chest, trying to calm herself down. She looked around only to find a gorgeous redhead doing damage control and Reggie briefly admired the way she handled things. And all the while with a smile on her face.

She shook her head as she picked the teddy up once more and put it back on the rack before shyly waving her hand at the owner of the store. "I love this corset but it doesn't seem to have my size." The bust area was either too big or too small. But it had the perfect colour combination for her and the bone was impeccable.

Gingerly handing over the corset for the owner to see, Reggie approached her, the previous incident quickly forgotten.