Clothed Underneath My Clothes [open]
Jun 7, 2010 23:55:24 GMT -5
Post by Britt Betancourt on Jun 7, 2010 23:55:24 GMT -5
It was too easy for Britt to get lost, well, anywhere. But the mall, with all of it's stores and signs made her infrequent visits even more confusing. The Mall of the Millennium was the only place close enough to the school where quality women's undergarments could be purchased. Geraldine's Closet smelled pretty, Britt remembered that much. Cashman's always had a sale going on, according to the advertisements in the newspapers.
She hated asking the customer service desk for directions in such a small mall. It was embarrassing for her to admit that she was easily disoriented anywhere but work. Britt shrugged her shoulders and headed for the nearest sign of a lingerie sale. Geraldine's Closet was always glowing pink and was difficult to miss. Cashman's was an anchor store, so it absolutely had to be on one end o the mall. Or the other.
As soon as Britt reached the end of the mall without a Cashman's, a rather odd undergarments store caught her eye. The glittery mannequins, male and female, wore the strangest bras, panties, boxers, and briefs, she had ever seen. It was as though someone from the future had attempted to design underwear from the past, and someone from the past was trying to create something futuristic.
"I must have something from that store..." Britt whispered to herself. She looked to read the sign before she walked in. "Denim's Leather and Lace," she read out loud. "That's confusing, but at least it's memorable."
"Hello--have-you-heard-about-our-buy-one-get-one-sale?" an over-enthusiastic sales girl asked. She stood approximately ten inches in front of Britt with a salesperson's smile that was equally large. Britt caught her breath before replying.
"Oh, no. I've just wandered inside. I think I'll have a look around first, thanks." She smiled weakly at the salesgirl and took two steps back.
"If-you-need-any-help-my-name-is-Sara-and---"
"I know where to find you," Britt answered firmly. "You're the first person I'll see."
With that, Britt went straight for the back of the store where striped neon panties in a wide array of cuts were folded neatly on a circular table. A bright orange pair of boy shorts caught her eye so Britt picked them up from the table to check the tag. "Size Sparkle? I was looking for a two or a three," she muttered. Britt went on to the next size and then the next. "Size Sugar, size Sexy. This can't be serious..."
"Size Serious is in our men's section," a calmer, uncaffeinated salesgirl said. "I think you're looking for size Sweetheart. It's a woman's two or three."
She hated asking the customer service desk for directions in such a small mall. It was embarrassing for her to admit that she was easily disoriented anywhere but work. Britt shrugged her shoulders and headed for the nearest sign of a lingerie sale. Geraldine's Closet was always glowing pink and was difficult to miss. Cashman's was an anchor store, so it absolutely had to be on one end o the mall. Or the other.
As soon as Britt reached the end of the mall without a Cashman's, a rather odd undergarments store caught her eye. The glittery mannequins, male and female, wore the strangest bras, panties, boxers, and briefs, she had ever seen. It was as though someone from the future had attempted to design underwear from the past, and someone from the past was trying to create something futuristic.
"I must have something from that store..." Britt whispered to herself. She looked to read the sign before she walked in. "Denim's Leather and Lace," she read out loud. "That's confusing, but at least it's memorable."
"Hello--have-you-heard-about-our-buy-one-get-one-sale?" an over-enthusiastic sales girl asked. She stood approximately ten inches in front of Britt with a salesperson's smile that was equally large. Britt caught her breath before replying.
"Oh, no. I've just wandered inside. I think I'll have a look around first, thanks." She smiled weakly at the salesgirl and took two steps back.
"If-you-need-any-help-my-name-is-Sara-and---"
"I know where to find you," Britt answered firmly. "You're the first person I'll see."
With that, Britt went straight for the back of the store where striped neon panties in a wide array of cuts were folded neatly on a circular table. A bright orange pair of boy shorts caught her eye so Britt picked them up from the table to check the tag. "Size Sparkle? I was looking for a two or a three," she muttered. Britt went on to the next size and then the next. "Size Sugar, size Sexy. This can't be serious..."
"Size Serious is in our men's section," a calmer, uncaffeinated salesgirl said. "I think you're looking for size Sweetheart. It's a woman's two or three."
