1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    in. I needed a job, but not here. I was not that desperate yet. The last place on my list was a boutique for a world famous design label in a store on 5th Avenue near 55th Street. This was more to my taste than any of the others. It was clean, elegant, and very up- market. If I got any job today, this was the one I wanted it to be. A salesman showed me the way to the manager's office, and I filled out another application. The manager and I talked for a while in a sort of interview until at last he said, &#034Well, Bobbi, we were hoping for someone with some experience, but we might do a trainee... if she had the right... qualifications.&#034 His eyes wandered from my legs to my chest all the time he talked, and fixed on my breasts as he said &#034qualifications&#034 with a wry smile. If that was the way to get a job, I would give it a try. I leaned over toward him, so he could see a little further down the front of my dress, and said, &#034You know all the qualifications I have now. I can perform an the job too.&#034 He nodded. &#034We make a decision by Friday,&#034 he said. &#034I'll call you then.&#034 I stood to leave, and said, &#034I hope so. I'd really like working under you.&#034 Then I turned quickly, and left. I know he was watching the jiggle of my backside as I walked away. That was the end of my list for today. I started walking back down 5th Avenue with no particular purpose in mind. My wristwatch said it was about three o'clock. I only had to be home when ...
    Edith got there around five-forty-five, so there was lots of time to kill. I liked window shopping on 5th Avenue, so that is what I did. I just killed an hour or so walking down the street, and drifting in and out of the stores. I got lots of admiring glances from the men as I walked, and I liked that. About twenty minutes after four, I found myself on the west side of 5th Avenue, between 37th and 38th Streets. I was in front of the department store where Edith worked, and from which I had recently been fired. On a whim, I walked in. I would meet Edith, and go home with her. It seemed strange to be in the store again. It all looked so familiar, and yet there was something very different about it. I knew every department and stockroom in the building because I had been in each of them at one time or another during the time I had been there, but then, I had never been there in a dress before. The last time I was in the store, I had been just one of the lowly stock boys who hauled things from stockroom to selling floor and back again. Little notice was ever taken of us except in the breech when we got in the way, or neglected something. Now I was a potential female customer to be waited on, and sold to. There was nothing moralistic in the distinction between stock boy and female customer. Neither role was more or less right to play when set against the overall system of right and wrong in our society. They were just very different, and it was interesting for me to compare those ...
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