Chapter 8: I Start Work

Ben had agreed with Allison that I’d help at her shop each Thursday and Friday for a couple of weeks to see how things went; so on the first Thursday that Ben was back at work he drove me into town on his way to work. It was too early for Allison’s lingerie shop to be open so Ben gave me some money and told me to go to McDonalds for a drink while I waited.

There weren’t many people there and I easily managed to get a seat facing the window and had a bit of fun flashing the people passing by. Sadly, just about all of them were still half asleep and I think only one man actually saw my pussy.

I was outside Allison’s shop when she arrived.

“You’re nice and bright and early Cherry. Are you ready to be my mannequin?”

“Yes, it will be fun standing in the window with no clothes on.”

“You won’t be doing that all day, I’ll use you to re-stock the racks some of the time. I got a delivery of some new stock yesterday and I’ve decided that you’ll be wearing it while you’re here, modelling it if anyone says anything. I’ll tell everyone that it’s a new rule that all my staff have to model what we sell. I don’t think that you’ll be disappointed Cherry.”

Well I was disappointed; I was hoping to be naked in the shop window all day, but I didn’t say anything.

“I didn’t know that you had any other staff Allison.” I said.

“I haven’t, but we won’t tell anyone that.”

“Does that mean that you will be wearing some of this lingerie Allison?”

“I don’t know yet, I’m not as brave as you are Cherry. Let’s have a look at that new stock and get it on display.”

My disappointment soon disappeared when I saw what the new stock was. It’s a range called ‘Strings Only’; and that’s just what it is; underwear and bikinis with no material, just strings; in lots of different shapes, sizes, colours and materials. They even had bras for tiny tits like mine.

When I sorted them all out there were 2 ranges, both with the same products. The only difference is that the lingerie strings are lacy and flimsy whereas the bikini strings are more durable and plain.

Allison let me try on one of everything, right there in the store. Unfortunately it was still early and no one came in.

“Take one of everything that you like and put them in the office. When you’re not being my live mannequin I want you to change in to a different pair of knickers every hour. There’s probably only one bra that you’ll like, there’s not a lot that can be done with tits so small as those.”

I was amazed that the ‘Strings Only’ people could design so many different knickers. The one that I like the most is a pair of boy shorts. Being strings only, the shorts consist of a one inch band of elastic that goes round your hips, or waist; and 2 smaller half inch bands that go round the tops of your legs; that’s it. I felt great wearing those products, they hide nothing and they frame your goodies, drawing people’s attention to what they can actually see – if they bother to look.

At one point I even wondered if being dressed like that is better than being naked.

“You look great Cherry;” Allison said when I came out of the office wearing just the shorts and the bra. “I wish that I had your confidence; and only 14. What the hell are you going to be like when you’re a fully grown woman?”

“Happy – I hope.” I replied.

“Can you sort that rack in to size and colour please?” Allison said, pointing to a rack of bras.

It was fun wandering around the store dressed like that. Whenever I could I’d go close to the windows, hoping that a passer-by would see me.

When people came in I got some strange and great looks; and a few comments, mostly nice. Whenever anyone said anything I just said,

“Store policy, all the staff have to wear the store’s products.”

Fortunately, Allison’s lingerie shop caters for the younger woman so most of the customers weren’t shocked when they saw me. The male customers seemed to like what they saw too.

Most people responded nicely, only once during my first day was I called a slut and the woman left. When I told Allison that I’d driven a customer away she said,

“Stupid woman, what does she expect in a lingerie shop? If she wanted granny pants she should have gone to Marks & Spencer.”

At one point Allison got me to put the silly wig on and be a mannequin inside the shop. At first I thought it was crazy but when a young couple came in and the man stopped right in front of me and stared at me for ages while his girl looked around, I changed my mind. It was nice to have a man looking at me so closely. I wondered if he could see my juices running down the insides of my thighs.

His girlfriend didn’t even give me a second glance.

Three times Allison got me to stand in the window wearing the ugly wig; she’d already cleared a space between 2 other mannequins especially for me. The first 2 times I had to stand with my feet shoulder width apart and hold my arms out in a girly way. Allison hung a couple of items over my arm as if they were waiting to be put on me.

The third time was a bit better; Allison put an old wooden box upside down on the floor and told me to put one foot up on it. That opened my pussy and I could feel a slight, nice draught each time the door was opened.

Each time that I was a mannequin I really did try not to move, except for my eyes. They were following everyone who passed by to see if the saw me and wondered what was different about this mannequin. Only twice that day did someone come over to the window and stare at me wondering if I was actually a living mannequin.

By the end of that first day, and the others since, I was really thirsty. I guess that a lot of my body’s liquid had run down the insides of my thighs.

Ben arrived at the shop just as Allison was locking up.

“How did she do Allison, do you want her back again tomorrow or is she sacked?”

“Hell no, she was great, I think that I’m going to be getting more male customers soon.”

“Great, back in the morning then. Come on Cherry, we need to get home, I’m hungry and I’ve got a problem that needs taking care of.” Ben said. “Then we need to get to the leisure centre for your swimming lesson.”

As we drove both ways I told Ben all about my first day working for Allison and all about the ‘Stings Only’ range of products.

I had my swimming lesson that evening, totally naked.

The next day at work was just as much fun; in fact it was more fun. Lewis came in to see Allison, and me. He came in at lunchtime, when the shop gets more customers. As Allison manages on her own normally, she told me to put the wig on and stand just inside the door.