PaulTwo Thieves (Part 6)
March 22nd 2007 20:36
Gaily the girl pirouetted and studied herself in the mirror. 'I love this dress.'
She looked fantastic. I tried to close the sale. 'Many have tried, but no one has ever managed to make it fit.'
She slid her hands slowly over her breasts. 'It's a pity I'm a bit too big up top, don't you think?'
I looked at her eyes, immune to her seductive pose. Though light years away from Ronnie in terms of technique, she too was seeking to beguile me, perhaps even turn me to stone. Well, I'd fix her.
'My girlfriend has the same figure as you. She wears Elle MacPherson Intimates. The effect is stunning in dresses like that.'
A shadow crossed her face and she flattened her lilting voice. 'Really?' Abruptly she re-entered the cubicle. And lingered long.
To my astonishment, she returned two dresses to the rack and handed me the third. 'Do you have Eftpos?'
'Absolutely.' I took the card. Sylvia Jeffries. A sale instead of a loss. I'd won. No matter that she'd yielded solely to quell my suspicion until her next attempt. She would find me just as vigilant next time.
The Eftpos machine said 'damaged card'. I swiped until it took, extracted money from Sylvia Jeffries and wished her the most pleasant of evenings.
She took her defeat like a pro.
Now I was humming to Indian music - in the correct key. It was time to close up. I tidied the clothes racks and checked the cubicles.
The empty hangar mocked me with great mirth.
It spoke of an exquisite $215 slip dress, concealed between the twice-counted garments Sylvia Jeffries had carried carefully into her cubicle.
Filigreed plastic speared into my palm as I destroyed the evidence of my second failure. It could have been the schoolgirls, but I think not.
Crazy, Drug-F*cked Thieves: 2.
Degree-Qualified Former Personnel Manager: 0.
The End.
She looked fantastic. I tried to close the sale. 'Many have tried, but no one has ever managed to make it fit.'
She slid her hands slowly over her breasts. 'It's a pity I'm a bit too big up top, don't you think?'
I looked at her eyes, immune to her seductive pose. Though light years away from Ronnie in terms of technique, she too was seeking to beguile me, perhaps even turn me to stone. Well, I'd fix her.
'My girlfriend has the same figure as you. She wears Elle MacPherson Intimates. The effect is stunning in dresses like that.'
A shadow crossed her face and she flattened her lilting voice. 'Really?' Abruptly she re-entered the cubicle. And lingered long.
To my astonishment, she returned two dresses to the rack and handed me the third. 'Do you have Eftpos?'
'Absolutely.' I took the card. Sylvia Jeffries. A sale instead of a loss. I'd won. No matter that she'd yielded solely to quell my suspicion until her next attempt. She would find me just as vigilant next time.
The Eftpos machine said 'damaged card'. I swiped until it took, extracted money from Sylvia Jeffries and wished her the most pleasant of evenings.
She took her defeat like a pro.
Now I was humming to Indian music - in the correct key. It was time to close up. I tidied the clothes racks and checked the cubicles.
The empty hangar mocked me with great mirth.
It spoke of an exquisite $215 slip dress, concealed between the twice-counted garments Sylvia Jeffries had carried carefully into her cubicle.
Filigreed plastic speared into my palm as I destroyed the evidence of my second failure. It could have been the schoolgirls, but I think not.
Crazy, Drug-F*cked Thieves: 2.
Degree-Qualified Former Personnel Manager: 0.
The End.
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