The Saturday Job by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author. ©2014 Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not.

“Hi Sandra, so how’s your pride and joy?” “He’s going through a difficult phase.” “Normal teenager stuff?” “Yes but complicated by Tammy who seems to have set her eyes on him.” “Isn’t she the one with the hair colour de jour?” “Its two purple strips mixed in with dark roots and a blonde rinse today. You couldn’t nudge Laura his way could you?” “Well I’d welcome him but Laura doesn’t seem into boys if you know what I mean. Perhaps he’ll grow out of her.”

“When I walked the Mall yesterday, I got two drop jaws.” Tammy was boasting “Laura can bear me out.” Laura looked uncomfortable, she didn’t like the limelight “Well one at least, the other was a sort of half-dropped jaw.”

The next day Olivia grabbed Laura after school. “We’re off down the mall.” Laura tagged along and soon they were in the washrooms where Olivia removed her over the knee socks to reveal thin black tights underneath. She switched her knee length pleated skirt for one that she’d shortened to mid thigh. Then she rolled the waistband over twice so the skirt barely covered her bum. Out came the black shoes with chubby high heels. Laura looked appalled if her mother or any of the teachers saw her she’d be grounded for the rest of the year. Laura might even be grounded as well for aiding and abetting. “Do you think this is a good idea?” “One of my better ones, Tammy isn’t going to outshine me!” Oh dear, well perhaps with the way Olivia was dressed no one would notice Laura anyway.

They circled the Mall, upstairs security made their own private copy from the Mall’s cameras. Three guys were talking when one glimpsed Olivia and went silent, Olivia swung her hips a fraction more as she walked. The other two guys looked stunned, “Well you’ve beaten Tammy that’s three solid stunned looks.” “We’re going for the record.” Laura closed her eyes and prayed a silent prayer. By the time they’d circled the Mall Laura counted six dropped jaws, two guys just standing there silently, and one old mall walker who’d just sat himself down on the nearest bench to recover. Laura wondered if he’d be all right until he opened an eye and winked at her. “Well been there done, that got the T-shirt. We could check out the latest lingerie.” Olivia’s mother worked and didn’t have much time to spend with her so as a result Olivia always had plenty of conscious money to spend at the Mall. “Say isn’t that sweet William?” She glanced at Laura who was blushing ever so slightly, almost as much as William. Oh he was so sweet and cute, besides she owed Laura for being the official recorder this afternoon. “Hi William.” William tore his eyes away from Laura. He was both infatuated but shy as well. Olivia took his middle finger of his right hand in her left and lifted her skirt just a fraction with her right, before guiding his finger into her crotch. Laura was terrified someone would see and stood blocking them from sight as best she could. How could Olivia do such a thing she asked herself? Olivia guided his finger to his lips. “Tasty aren’t I?” Laura looked round desperately for a stone to crawl under.

Olivia had them both in the store looking through the racks of new chemises that had come in that week. She held one up to Laura “What do you think of the colour William?” The manageress looked on amused, the way Laura was blushing you couldn’t tell if it was the right colour or not. “Why don’t you pop into the changing room and try it on?” She asked. Olivia carried off Laura and half a dozen chemises to try on into the changing room. William glanced towards the door could he escape? Oh God, the gang, if they caught sight of him in here, he’d never live it down. The manageress saw the distress on his face and hustled him through to the back much to William’s relief. There was a pile of new stock that had just been delivered by the back door. “Would you like me to just lift them onto the shelves?” He asked trying to be useful. The manageress nodded. Just at the moment being in the family way she was forbidden to lift them, and she was thinking they’d have to stay on the floor until she had two members of staff in.

In the changing room Laura enquired “How did you get your juices on his finger with tights?” Olivia lifted her skirt at the front, “Crotchless ones and no knickers, well it gives you an extra feeling of naughtiness and the guys can sense it even if they don’t know why.” Grounded, both were going to be buried if either mother ever heard. She darted out of the changing room and quickly choose a bright lemon pair of knickers that were on sale, paid for them then thrust them into Olivia’s hands when she returned. “Happy belated birthday, now put these on before anyone notices.”

“Like a cup of tea? I can offer you coffee but you’d have to make it yourself, the smell is too much for me at the moment. Those two will be half an hour at least before they decide on a suitable colour.” “Would you like to rest your feet and I’ll make us both a tea?” The manageress smiled and sat down thankfully. “Would you like a Saturday job?” “Serving in here?” “No just doing the behind the scenes things like lifting the boxes around and unpacking things.” She named a wage that was 50% more than she’d offer a girl but William was helpful and he could do the heavy lifting and so forth. Besides he had a nice butt, thinking of which his heavy jeans didn’t really show it off to best advantage. “You’d have to wear a uniform even behind the scenes in case one of the senior managers comes in.” She held her breath would he swallow it? She’d never seen a senior manager in all the time she’d worked for the company. “OK.” She lifted out a tape measure to take his measurements. The simple ones first like chest size and sleeve length, once she had him used to the tape she did his waist and inside leg. Difficult that getting it just in the right position between his legs, oh she was going to enjoy having him around the store. William blushed becomingly.

On his first day she was feeling like, well shall we say regretting having sex if this was the result. William coaxed her into resting her feet up on a suitable box and sipping a cup of black tea which was about all she could bear. “Your uniform is hanging over the chair, why don’t you pop into the first changing room and get changed.” She waved her hand languidly. William changed into the fine black slacks and a white silk shirt then came out for inspection. “Turn round.” She commanded, his butt really wasn’t shown to its best advantage in Jockey whatevers. “Send Amy in to me.” Amy was the Saturday girl. Soon he found himself wearing a pair of seamless no line knickers under his slacks. “I don’t know what you’re protesting about they’re called boy shorts.” William thought it prudent not to argue. He got given the task of sorting out the paper work that she didn’t quite feel up to doing.

Three weeks later William seemed to be part of the store. When he arrived, the manageress took delight in straightening his tie, then smoothing his shirt so it hung correctly. He got the job of moving the boxes onto the shelves and unpacking them. Each item had to be steam pressed before being hung up on the racks, by the third week he didn’t go that delightful bright red when he unpacked the most intimate garments and hung them up on the steamer, just a gentle shade of pink. She’d held him steady on the step ladder by resting her hand on his bum. “Isn’t that supposed to be harassment?” He’d politely protested. “Certainly not if you have a stiffy at the same time.” She’d replied tartly running her finger tips over his stiffy. William protested no more. Towards the end of the day she noticed Laura looking through the racks and looking thoughtful. “Can I assist in anyway?” “My dress allowance won’t quite stretch as far as I’d like it to.” “Why don’t you just try on a few things and see if you like them first, the end changing room is empty, you never know I’ve got a few sale tags to put on things and you might be lucky.” She turned and slipped into the back. “William I think you could disappear now its almost closing time.” William nodded then picked up his street clothes and stepped into the end changing room to get changed only to find Laura in a state of undress. They both froze. “Oh dear did I forget to mention there was someone in here already. How are you getting on by the way? William turn your back for a moment.” She pulled out a magnifying glass and examined the garment very closely. “Oh dear the hem stitching isn’t absolutely even, I’d better put it to one side as we can’t sell it retail.” “No.” Spluttered William. “No?” queried Laura. “Oh its company policy to only sell damaged garments to store employees at 90% off. They get their normal 35% employee discount on it as well.” “You mean if William brought them it would all fit within my dress allowance.” “Well yes.” “No.” Replied William desperately. “William why are you so against this?” asked Laura curiously. “It’s probably the rule that says staff can only buy for themselves so they have to wear the clothes when they leave the store but I don’t see that’s a problem, you look about the same size to me.” She undid his slacks before William could protest, “He’s already wearing boy shorts.” Laura grinned and William grimaced. “Just take his clothes off, dress him up and the deed is done. I’ll leave you to convince him shall I?” She stepped out of the changing room and had a look round in the back.

Eventually she found the old Christmas gift pack of garter belt and one size black opaque stockings she’d been looking for and she placed a 70% mark down tag on them. “Here try these on him? I think he likes the idea judging from his bulge.” “What if the guys see me?” “Oh I’ve a blonde wig somewhere you can borrow, and a pair of dark glasses. Once you’re wearing Laura’s dress no one will notice.” What’s Laura going to wear?” “Well she’s the same size as you so your street clothes I suppose.” She slipped out of the changing room and listened with delight as Laura convinced him it was imperative to preserve her dress allowance.

The curtain slid back and there was a blonde William protesting that he looked ridiculous which privately she thought he did, oh what fun he’d brought into her life. “You need the finishing touches.” She pulled out a pair of heels that were about the right size and two pairs of sunglasses. She perched the more feminine pair on William’s nose and the more masculine pair on Laura’s. She managed to keep a straight face until they had both left the store, William wobbling on the three inch heels, then she broke down and curled up with laughter. “Don’t say a word or your voice will give you away.” Murmured Laura, “We’ll be fine, I’ll sneak you up to my room, mom’s out organising things this afternoon, and we can exchange clothes again.”

Laura’s mom glanced across the highway at the bus stop where a boy and girl had just stepped off the bus. No, that wasn’t right, she recognised Laura’s walk but why was the blonde wearing Laura’s dress? Perhaps sometimes it was better not to know. She'd pop into the supermarket on the way home and pick up some ice cream. Later she pulled into the drive and full of curiosity she went upstairs to Laura’s room where she walked in after knocking on the door and found William as he was changing back into his street clothes. She recognised him from the resemblance to his mother’s face. “You must be William, we’re having roast lamb for dinner I trust you’ll be staying.” Silly question to ask a starving teenager really but she thought she’d better be polite. William nodded, “Is Laura about somewhere?” “She’s just having a shower.” “I’ll leave you to it then, bye.”

She scurried downstairs to the phone and called Sandra. “William’s staying for dinner, I thought it might be nice if Charlie and I came over to your place afterwards for a hand of bridge then we can leave them alone tonight. You never know William might just sleep over. Clothes oh don’t bother, we’ve a washing machine and he’s much the same size as Laura so I’m sure we can find him something to wear.”