1. Bobbi


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

    differences. Few of us ever get to see two sides of a situation on a first person basis the way I now could. More than anything else, I counted myself quite fortunate at that moment. I was a little concerned that Edith would leave before she knew I was there. Then I saw one of the floor-walkers leaning on his desk. I recognized him as one who had worked on the same floor as I had for a little while. He had never liked me, seeing me as just a &#034queer,&#034 and quite below his own social standing. Feeling very brazen, I walked over to him, and asked if he would help me. His eyes got big, and I thought for a moment he had recognized me too, but the drift of his eyes from my chest to my ankles along with the expression of lust that glinted in them, told me that his mind was on things other than the little &#034faggot&#034 stockboy who had bothered him so much. He was both professionally and personally eager to do all he could for me, so I asked if he would phone Edith in her office, and tell her that her &#034daughter&#034 would meet her at the employee's entrance on her way out. &#034Her daughter?&#034 he said. &#034I didn't know Edith had a daughter, and such a lovely one at that.&#034 I smiled sweetly, and said, &#034Well... I'm not actually her 'daughter.' I'm a very close friend, and she sometimes calls me that. My name is Bobbi.&#034 The stars were growing in his eyes, no matter how ironical that was. &#034That's a pretty name,&#034 he said. &#034Could I show you ...
    anything after I call Edith for you?&#034 With a toss of my head, I replied, &#034No... Not this time anyway. I'll be back when I have more time to spend letting you show me around.&#034 He started dialing the phone, and said, &#034I hope so. I'm sure I have some things you might like.&#034 I walked away wondering if he would ever know the truth of what just happened. Seeing things from both sides was certainly an enlightening experience. I walked almost aimlessly through the store for a while, and stopped at a few counters to look over merchandise that I already knew well. Now I could look at it as something to buy, and not just another load of stock to be moved. I even bought a couple of scarfs that I particularly liked. My walking took me to the floor where the c***dren's departments were, and past the c***dren's shoes department at the end of the floor by the elevators where I used to work. Just to have a longer look there, I picked up a knit slipper from a display as if to admire it. Mrs. Adams, always quick to grab a sale, appeared as if from nowhere, and said, &#034May I help you?&#034 With a mildly disdainful look, I said, &#034No, I don't think so. These vile things would never do for my niece. The material is just too coarse for her tender skin,&#034 and walked away with a flip of my hips that got a few stares from two salesmen in the boy's clothing department across the aisle. I could hear the little bang of Mrs. Adams' sales-book being thrown on a counter as I walked ...
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