Customer Service

(This was written as a collaboration)

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"Hello, can I help you find something?" I greeted the young woman vibrantly, as I always do for my customers.

She looked around, nervously at first. I noticed her attire.

She just had a light-red skirt, long black boots, and a creamy-white top that barely covered her bra and immense cleavage. It was a wonder she wasn't freezing to death in here.

Perhaps this was the long-fabled "truck hooker" everyone talked about? A girl going from trailer to trailer outside, knocking on doors and looking for a lonely hookup. But never mind store stories, to me this was a customer possibly lost and in need of assistance!

"Uhh, I dunno. Can you help me? You mind?" It was a strangely-phrased question from her ruby lips. Looking her in the face, she was quite pretty. I admired her long tresses of auburn-tinted brown hair that curled past her slim shoulders and watched her beautiful hazel eyes.

"I'm here to help and I get paid by the hour. What can I do for you?" I resolutely replied.

She gave me a funny look before noting, "You know, I get paid by the hour too! Hmm...do you know where the bras are?"

I nodded, turned, and pointed. "Yep, over there in the dead center of the store! I can show you, if you like."

She smiled. "Yes, please. And I might need your help with them."

I gulped and frowned. I wasn't sure what to think about that. I knew the store, but I might need to ask a female associate. For the moment, I decided to just go with it and assured her, "No problem! Follow me."

I took her over to Women's Undergarments and she asked if I would hold up some bras for her "to look at".

I said okay and she walked over to the frilliest solid cup bras we had. She asked me to hold up a large purple one with fine lace and light stripes. On the hanger, it said it was a 38E. I didn't think we sold much bigger than that outside of a few soft-cup bras for pregnant women.

"Great! That's the perfect size!"

I looked her over again. She was chesty for sure, but I was unconvinced that she would fit at all in this bra-hemoth.

She clapped her hands. "Okay! Now can you show me to the skirts and pants?"

She seemed quite happy with her choice. I carried it as I guided her over to the leg wear section. But, once we got to the jeans, I had somehow lost the bra along the way.

I looked back and grimaced. "Oh, man! I am so sorry! How did I lose that? I'll go grab another one off the rack for you." I idly tugged at the top of my uniform, to adjust it for comfort.

The woman seemed unbothered. "I'm sure it's on another rack nearby. Let's look at the pants first!"

Instead of skinny jeans, she went over to the ones made for women with large and shapely butts. No way would she be able to wear them! Her ass was barely bigger than mine. Still, I patiently held up a pair of what the tag called "Jeggings", but I called "fake pants".

"I love that size!" she gleefully noted before asking, "Please hold them to yourself so I can see."

I had a surreal feeling for a moment like shopping with family ages ago, but I shook it off and complied with her request. Anything to help.

I held the fake pants near my waist as she responded only, "Perfect."

Next, she took me to tops. On the way, not only did I bump into several clothing racks, especially when turning to the side, but I lost the pants too!

I knocked a bunch of clothes off their racks and had to bend over and pick them up. My butt crack felt exposed. Good thing I made sure to wear boxers today. I tugged them up as I stood. They sure felt tight.

At the shirts, she picked out a simple, tight black V-neck tee, one that finally looked like it would fit her (and be quite showy of her curves) but it would hide most of her cleavage compared to what she had on now.

"One last thing, please?" she asked. "Could you please put it on so I can see how it looks properly?"

I scrunched my eyes and gave her a lingering, skeptical look I often wielded when necessary. She smiled. There should've been plenty of reasons to say no, but I took a breath, shrugged, and obliged her.

I paused when I got in the fitting room. I stripped off my top. I was glad I had my big bra on today. It would look funny to have my huge nipples showing through this really tiny top. My Jeggings worked well with the top and gave me a great shape. The guys outside would absolutely love how curvy and soft I looked in this combo.

"You done in there, Ellie?"

Damn, I was admiring myself too much. Time to go outside and have some fun with the truckers.

We started knocking on doors to see if anyone was in their cabs.

"Hello? Can I help you find something?" One of the truckers asked, as he came back to his trailer from the store.

I flashed a grin. "Sure thing, big boy. Can you help us find something warm to eat in your cab tonight?" He smiled and we got inside.

I love to help all of my customers!

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"Man...so I got up for work this morning and my mouth tasted really weird and I had lipstick all over it. Whatever I did after work, I must have gotten really drunk. Haha...and there was this huge purple bra and a tiny thong, as well as those fake pants women wear...still in my room. I must have gotten really lucky last night! But she up and left without a word or what I guess was a change of clothes. Ah well, hopefully I'll run into her again soon!"