But why did it have to be a slimy bastard like Ron Bennett who did this to her?
"What's wrong, Katherine?" asked Anne, the other clerk. "You look like your dog died and didn't even mention you in his will."
"What?" she said, startled. She hadn't realized the blonde woman was anywhere near. Glancing around, she saw that their department was completely empty of customers at the moment. That was rare, but it did give her a chance to talk to the blonde. Anne seemed like a sympathetic person.
"You look like you maybe did something to get this job that doesn't sit too well with you. Did that motherfucker Bennett make you put out?"
Katherine was stunned by the woman's forthrightness. All she could do was nod in assent.
"I figured as much. He puts the make on everyone applying for a job. Maybe even the males, too. I won't put anything past that son of a bitch. God, do I hate him!"
"Why? Did you have to… you know?" Katherine could hardly believe the trim, almost fragile appearing woman had been required to spread her slender legs for the manager's huge prick. It seemed horrible to her.
But then again, remembering what he'd done to her was a living nightmare that she didn't want to repeat.
"Sure I did! We all did! Bennett's fuck squad! All of us! Horny bastard," she said again. "But look, it's not so bad. Or is it? You weren't a virgin or anything, were you?"
The woman sounded so concerned that Katherine found herself opening up to her and telling her everything. "So I'm still a virgin, I guess. I do want to save that for my husband on our wedding night. But my behind! He really fucked my ass good!"
She blushed as she said the last words. Katherine wasn't as open as she would have liked others to think. The words turned her on, but they were "bedroom words", and not for use in polite company.
"A genuine virgin, what'll they think of next?" laughed Anne. "I think that's an old and outdated morality, Katherine, but that's your thing, not mine. But to have to submit to the likes of Bennett, no matter if you wanted to save your cherry or not, is a crime. And I think he's keeping you on ice. He comes around and chooses from his little harem occasionally to keep us all in line. I figure he's saving you for something special. Like the anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. The bastard!"
"Isn't there anything we can do about this?" Katherine asked. "I don't want him to be feeling me up all the time. That's not right."
"We've tried to come up with something. No go. It'll always be his word against ours and he has one hell of a fine sales record. The owner would keep him on just for that. They'd say we were plotting to get him because he works us so hard or something. No, we've got to put up with him if we want to keep our jobs."
"Has he ever fired anyone for not submitting to him?"
"Lots of chicks aren't here any more. Most of them told him to fuck off, and he fired them. I tell you, if I didn't need the money so badly, I'd be tempted to cut his balls off with a pair of pinking shears."
"Speak of the devil," muttered Katherine. She turned just in time to see Bennett strutting down the aisle.
"You there, Miss Sherbourne. I'm going to need you for a special demonstration. We have a big buyer from New York who wants to see the complete line. If he likes it, he'll place a huge order with us. You're going to model."
The evil sneer on the man's lips turned Katherine cold inside. She managed to ask, "What do you mean? I'm a clerk, not a model."
"You're being promoted. There's even an extra twenty bucks in it for you – if you sell him."
Katherine looked at Anne, hoping for a little support. The blonde only shrugged her shoulders and said, "We all do what he says, or no job."
"Right. Now get into the main studio. It's a private showing."
"But I don't know what to do!" she protested. "I've never modeled anything in my life."
"Time to start." With that, he turned and strutted off.
Katherine felt her feet slowly move after him. She felt as if she had been dipped in molasses, she walked so slowly. But eventually, she got to the main salon and went in. Only two chairs were set up along the runway where the models displayed the latest fashions.
Bennett hurried over to her and said, "You'll find the garments to be modeled inside. All are marked. And don't disappoint me. This is a big sale for the store."
Katherine went into the small dressing room. On the chair were several garments. If they could be called garments. The revealing nightie she had been fantasizing about was the first garment she was supposed to wear. For a moment, Katherine wondered if she should go ahead and wear her beige bra and white cotton panties under it. Then she decided that this would be distracting from the nightie.
It would he even more distracting to the buyer to see her naked flesh under the nightie.
"Damn it, hurry it up. Get naked and get into that thing. Mr. Atkinson is already here. And he doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"You mean I should strip down and not wear anything underneath?" Katherine said, her voice trembling a little.
"God, a dimwit! Damn it, yes, that's exactly what I mean! You don't wear anything but skin under a nightie, do you? Be natural and hurry it up!"
Bennett turned and left Katherine alone. For a moment, she almost rebelled against the idea of strutting along that raised walkway in the beige nightie. Then she remembered back to high school and how all the girls had talked about being models. Any kind of model. One had even said she'd do beaver stuff for men's magazines if it got her picture printed. She was crazy to be a model.
Here was Katherine's chance, if she didn't blow it. She might be able to tell Bennett to stuff his lousy job as a clerk if this buyer liked the way she modeled the clothes. It was a big chance for her – if she did it right.
Quickly, she stripped down to bare skin and stood shivering in the cold blast of the air conditioner. She looked around to see if she could turn the air off. There wasn't any way she could see, and she didn't want to run around bare ass naked too long. Still, the cold make her nipples spring erect just as if she had put ice cubes on them.
She donned the short nightie and pirouetted once in front of the full-length mirror on the wall. Katherine decided that she looked pretty damned sexy. Maybe too sexy. Yet, the thought that she might be able to get a high-paying model's job out of this lurked in the back of her mind.
The teenager quickly went to the side of the stage and peered out between the hanging curtains. She couldn't see the audience at all. The stage was brightly lit. She self-consciously pulled the filmy negligee around her and looked down. She, could see her bush clearly through the thin material and her tits thrust out boldly, the coppery rings around her erect nipples a dull brown color.
"The first of our line," she heard Bennett say, "Is the baby-doll type of night wear."
She took a deep breath and pushed her way through the curtains. She was immediately blinded by the light. Stopping, she wondered what she should do.
"Down the walkway!" came the sharp command.
That convinced her. She might not be able to see the man in the audience, but she knew that he could see her clearly. Walking on the balls of her bare feet, she hoped she moved like a model.
There was a sharp intake of breath from the darkened arena and she heard a deep voice say, "Goddamn, but she's pretty. Have her really model this outfit. I like it."
She swelled with pride. Katherine turned around for the man and held the material firmly against her body so that not too much of her bare skin would show through. This wasn't good enough, though.
"Bend over. Show us every side."
Startled by the command, she did as she was told. Bending over, she thrust her perky ass into the air. The thin fabric strained against her meaty asscheeks. She almost lost her balance and widened her stance a little bit. From the darkness came the words, "That's more like it. Have her take it off."