Tuesday Tulips Short Story: Tulip Gets Some Job Satisfaction

Tulip Fancy

Our sweet girl, Tulips lands a job being a sales clerk in a shop.  

     I was quite enjoying working for Monsieur Rabanna he's a really nice man. I thought it was just serving in a shop when I started there. But it has turned out to be so much more. We put on a show, more of a performance than anything else. He likes the shop to have the feel of an old-fashioned department store. I wear my black and white black knee length skirt, white blouse nothing to fancy maybe a pussy bow nothing to upstage the customer. "We must always make the customers feel superior to us." he says.  I must always call the customer "Madame" and always call him "Monsieur Rabanna" when people are in the shop and he calls me Tulip. He will clap his hands when he wants me to bring him something for a customer. 

      Ladies come in months in advance of an event they are attending. They already have an outfit in mind and want him to design and make a hat to suit. He has meetings with them in what he calls his salon. I will make tea and take it into them on a silver tray. Pour it for them and return to the shop. If he wants something he will call my name and clap his hands twice. I will hurry in as fast as my heels and skirt will allow and attend to their needs. Some of the ladies have been going to him for years. He says if we were just selling hats it wouldn't work. We have to make them feel special. He also prefers appointment only for his own designs that way he can make sure the ladies don't meet. Every now and then he refuses an appointment to maintain his exclusive reputation. Sometimes he might have three or four different hats at the same event. 

       I liked being part of this and he showed me how to dress the cheaper hat blanks he buys in bulk for the cheaper end of the market that keeps the doors open. He couldn't pay me much and I still hadn't been able to contribute to the household budget. I really feel like I was letting my wife down, but everything I make seamed to go on things I'm told I need. 

    Since Kelly had started my waist training, I have had to buy new skirts for work and a couple of extra blouses. One you could slightly see the outline of my stays through. Monsieur Rabanna was very complimentary and said it fitted the look of the shop. Every week there is something new. whether it is skin softeners for my bubble baths replacement shower hats or a new pallet or lipstick shade. Even my weekly hair dressing goes on the housekeeping card. I can't even pay for that. 

      My wife says she has never had any expectations that I would support us. Which shocked me a little. Don't all women expect that of their husband if need be. She says the work I do around the home is the most important thing. If I can keep my little part time shop job that makes her happy, if it makes me happy.

Tuesday Tulip's Short Story: Tulips Uncomfortable Journey Home

Tulips Fancy

Our sweet girl Tulips, has to buy some intimate private shopping items.... which make her question things...

    It had been a busy day. Customers coming in more often than usual which made it hard to get all my mail orders done. Monsieur Rabanna has a quite a few commissions so he was busy in his studio. A couple of the mail orders were made by me. Too Monsieur Rabannas designs and inspected by him but I was feeling quite proud. The parcels got picked up and it was time head to the shops on my way home.

    Standing in the Chemist shop I looked into the basket and back to my list. I had our usual personal hygiene products. The nail polish remover and the Hydration masks Kelly wants me to try at night. The last item on my list was written in my wife's hand writing. It said Durex Pleasure Me Condoms 10 pack. I knew the name Durex and what they were for, but didn't understand why. My wife always says the only reason to put a penis in a woman is if you are planning to conceive children and you can't do that with a Durex on, so it never made much sense to me. What would she want with them? 

    I searched the isles until I found them. I can't tell you how embarrassed I felt putting them in my basket. I quickly left that isle and walked through the make-up section before going to the check out. This caused even more anxiety. I pretended to fiddle with something in my purse to ovoid making eye contact with the check-out girl. I paid with my house keeping card. She looked at my name on the card and said "Oh what a lovely name" I blushed even more before saying thanks and left as quickly as I could. I wondered what she thought of me as she rung them up. Did she notice my wedding ring was fake and think I was some sort of slut or a hooker! I'm sure most girls could at that range. Could she tell I was not a real woman and think I was homosexual and buying them for my boyfriend?! I hoped I wouldn't have to do it again.

    I try to pick up a few things every day on my way home from work. That way it's not too heavy for me to carry on the bus. I have a little string bag that I keep in my handbag.  I quickly transferred the packet of condoms into my handbag. Everyone on the bus would be able to see them in the string bag. I kept my handbag in my lap and opened my compact to check my face. In the reflection I could also see a man in the back of the bus looking at me. He had also been in the chemist. I quickly closed up my mirror and looked out the window. We passed my old school where I had never been given a proper chance. Tall people are always thought of as smarter even when there not. I was always held back with the slower kids. Past the playing fields where after school I'd wait to be picked on a team. Most teams had regular players so it was hard to get in. Still carrying the water bottles out was fun. I got off the bus and thankfully the man stayed on. Arriving home, I put the shopping away. Not sure what to do with the condoms, I put them in the bathroom cabinet. That's when I noticed I had forgotten to get more douches. I hope that same girl isn't on the checkout tomorrow.