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Another of Those Stories By Cybersox

Andrew Gamble stopped and stared at the jewelry store he had just entered, wondering if he had stepped into an alternate reality. Oh, there were the same glass cases and wall shelves that one would expect, and the glistening array of items being displayed were of the same combinations of precious metals and jewels one might see everywhere. However, what was a little unusual was the row of comfortable, sofa-like benches along the back wall, and the thing that immediately caught one’s attention were the saleslady and her uniform…. or, to be precise, her relative lack of the latter.

This was because the gorgeous blonde women working behind the counter was almost completely nude, wearing only high heels, a few strategically placed metal bands, and a semi-transparent garment that went around her neck and formed a narrow pointed bib that did nothing to cover her breasts as the bottom point became a set of shoelace-thin ties that extended back around her otherwise bare back!

No wonder Drew’s friend Joshua had been so enthusiastic in recommending this place!

“Did you have any questions, sir?” A sultry voice to his side startled Drew and he quickly turned to see that he was being greeted by another essentially naked woman, though this time the dream walking bore raven-dark tresses combed up in a stylish pixie cut and had one of the most impressive sets of breasts that Drew had ever seen in his life. At this distance he could also now see a store ID badge dangling above the thrusting set of tantalizing eye-pokers, and that the metal bands all seemed to have some kind of locking devices on them!

“Uh…” Drew usually considered himself to be an excellent conversationalist, but the sheer effort required to simply keeping from slobbering like a caveman was so distracting that he was pretty sure that what he said next was along the lines of… “Eroo…. Does everyone here… like you… I mean…?”

“Ah yes, you’re asking about the uniforms?” the breathtakingly naked and beautiful and still with completely no clothes on nude woman standing in front of the display counter smiled. “That’s one of the first questions people usually ask here… and yes, we all wear them, everyday, and on all shifts. As to why…. believe it or not, the original idea was to reduce employee theft.”

“Seriously?” Drew responded in surprise. “Theft….?”

“I can tell that you’ve never worked in retail,” the woman… whose badge Drew suddenly realized stated that her name was Oralee Willing… shrugged. “Shrinkage, as it’s called in the industry, and it’s especially so in the jewelry business where a few small items can cost thousands of dollars. While we have cameras and alarms to try and stop shoplifters, they don’t do much against someone who knows all the blind spots and has the keys and codes. And since they really can’t restrict customers without worrying about driving them away, but have an employee’s job to hold hostage, a lot of the “Loss Prevention Professionals” have gone a bit crazy over it. They used to make all of the female employees here use special clear plastic purses to make it harder for them to potentially to hide something, but even with that, upper management kept claiming that there was still a problem. So, the next thing we knew, they were saying that we’d have to submit to a full body search at the end of every shift as well as before going on breaks or to the bathroom if we wanted to work here. We felt that was a bit much and came up with this as a compromise.”

“That’s… a hell of a compromise,” Drew gulped. “Er, if you don’t me saying so.”

“It has it’s pluses and minuses,” Oralee grinned, holding up one dainty wrist to show the padded metal band that matched the ones on her other wrist, her thighs, ankles, and about her neck, “But the thing is, the way it works is that each of these bands broadcasts a unique identifier codes that show exactly where we are, which way we’re facing, and what our hands are doing anytime when we’re in the showroom or the storage areas. The bands are also locked on by another remote code so that we can’t remove them, so if an item from the showroom goes missing, Corporate has a bit of software that can digitally reconstruct exactly where we were and what we were doing for the entire day. At the same time, many of the products are also similarly marked and encoded, which means that when something comes up missing, they can usually just look at the paths the objects followed and make a good estimation of what happened to it. For us, that means that it’s very unlikely that we can get falsely accused of theft, and at the end of the day we just have to walk through a metal detector that also pops our bands once we test clear.”

“But still…” Drew began, wondering what male employees had to go through… though now that he thought about it, it was very possible that there were no male employees. Or male salespeople any way.

“It’s all part of the job now,” Oralee shrugged in a way that made her majestic freestanding mammaries sway back and forth in slightly different directions with an intensity that was just a hair-width’s short of what might be called jiggling. “And as it turned out, there are other benefits…”

“After all, we all work on consignment here,” she continued slyly. “…and while the truth is that women normally buy more items of jewelry than men, they generally spend more time shopping and then spend significantly less on a per item basis. On the other hand, while men don’t shop for jewelry nearly as often, the statistics consistently show that males spend nearly twice as much on the items they do purchase. So, when, for some reason, all of the stores that had converted to the new dress code saw sudden huge spikes in sales, it didn’t take long to figure out that the fact that we were attracting an exponentially higher number of male shoppers had more than a little to do with it.”

“So…” Oralee batted her eyes in a way that was anything but innocent. “I think you can understand why some of us have found this new state of affairs to be very attractive to our bottom lines.”

“But enough about little ol’ me,” Oralee giggled. “Are you here to buy something for yourself or a lady…?”

“Lady…” Drew managed to croak as Oralee took his arm and began leading him towards the sales counter. Like a lamb to the slaughter, Drew allowed himself to be drawn over to the glistening alter to all things gold and sparkling. Was he about to spend far more than he had intended? Almost certainly… but in the end, he really didn’t care…

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For those wondering, yes, the saleswomen having to use purses made of clear plastic is a real thing that I remember from a store I once worked from. And, as you might guess, the men basically didn’t have to do anything….

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Another of Those Stories By Cybersox

Andrew Gamble stopped and stared at the jewelry store he had just entered, wondering if he had stepped into an alternate reality. Oh, there were the same glass cases and wall shelves that one would expect, and the glistening array of items being displayed were of the same combinations of precious metals and jewels one might see everywhere. However, what was a little unusual was the row of comfortable, sofa-like benches along the back wall, and the thing that immediately caught one’s attention were the saleslady and her uniform…. or, to be precise, her relative lack of the latter.

This was because the gorgeous blonde women working behind the counter was almost completely nude, wearing only high heels, a few strategically placed metal bands, and a semi-transparent garment that went around her neck and formed a narrow pointed bib that did nothing to cover her breasts as the bottom point became a set of shoelace-thin ties that extended back around her otherwise bare back!

No wonder Drew’s friend Joshua had been so enthusiastic in recommending this place!

“Did you have any questions, sir?” A sultry voice to his side startled Drew and he quickly turned to see that he was being greeted by another essentially naked woman, though this time the dream walking bore raven-dark tresses combed up in a stylish pixie cut and had one of the most impressive sets of breasts that Drew had ever seen in his life. At this distance he could also now see a store ID badge dangling above the thrusting set of tantalizing eye-pokers, and that the metal bands all seemed to have some kind of locking devices on them!

“Uh…” Drew usually considered himself to be an excellent conversationalist, but the sheer effort required to simply keeping from slobbering like a caveman was so distracting that he was pretty sure that what he said next was along the lines of… “Eroo…. Does everyone here… like you… I mean…?”

“Ah yes, you’re asking about the uniforms?” the breathtakingly naked and beautiful and still with completely no clothes on nude woman standing in front of the display counter smiled. “That’s one of the first questions people usually ask here… and yes, we all wear them, everyday, and on all shifts. As to why…. believe it or not, the original idea was to reduce employee theft.”

“Seriously?” Drew responded in surprise. “Theft….?”

“I can tell that you’ve never worked in retail,” the woman… whose badge Drew suddenly realized stated that her name was Oralee Willing… shrugged. “Shrinkage, as it’s called in the industry, and it’s especially so in the jewelry business where a few small items can cost thousands of dollars. While we have cameras and alarms to try and stop shoplifters, they don’t do much against someone who knows all the blind spots and has the keys and codes. And since they really can’t restrict customers without worrying about driving them away, but have an employee’s job to hold hostage, a lot of the “Loss Prevention Professionals” have gone a bit crazy over it. They used to make all of the female employees here use special clear plastic purses to make it harder for them to potentially to hide something, but even with that, upper management kept claiming that there was still a problem. So, the next thing we knew, they were saying that we’d have to submit to a full body search at the end of every shift as well as before going on breaks or to the bathroom if we wanted to work here. We felt that was a bit much and came up with this as a compromise.”

“That’s… a hell of a compromise,” Drew gulped. “Er, if you don’t me saying so.”

“It has it’s pluses and minuses,” Oralee grinned, holding up one dainty wrist to show the padded metal band that matched the ones on her other wrist, her thighs, ankles, and about her neck, “But the thing is, the way it works is that each of these bands broadcasts a unique identifier codes that show exactly where we are, which way we’re facing, and what our hands are doing anytime when we’re in the showroom or the storage areas. The bands are also locked on by another remote code so that we can’t remove them, so if an item from the showroom goes missing, Corporate has a bit of software that can digitally reconstruct exactly where we were and what we were doing for the entire day. At the same time, many of the products are also similarly marked and encoded, which means that when something comes up missing, they can usually just look at the paths the objects followed and make a good estimation of what happened to it. For us, that means that it’s very unlikely that we can get falsely accused of theft, and at the end of the day we just have to walk through a metal detector that also pops our bands once we test clear.”

“But still…” Drew began, wondering what male employees had to go through… though now that he thought about it, it was very possible that there were no male employees. Or male salespeople any way.

“It’s all part of the job now,” Oralee shrugged in a way that made her majestic freestanding mammaries sway back and forth in slightly different directions with an intensity that was just a hair-width’s short of what might be called jiggling. “And as it turned out, there are other benefits…”

“After all, we all work on consignment here,” she continued slyly. “…and while the truth is that women normally buy more items of jewelry than men, they generally spend more time shopping and then spend significantly less on a per item basis. On the other hand, while men don’t shop for jewelry nearly as often, the statistics consistently show that males spend nearly twice as much on the items they do purchase. So, when, for some reason, all of the stores that had converted to the new dress code saw sudden huge spikes in sales, it didn’t take long to figure out that the fact that we were attracting an exponentially higher number of male shoppers had more than a little to do with it.”

“So…” Oralee batted her eyes in a way that was anything but innocent. “I think you can understand why some of us have found this new state of affairs to be very attractive to our bottom lines.”

“But enough about little ol’ me,” Oralee giggled. “Are you here to buy something for yourself or a lady…?”

“Lady…” Drew managed to croak as Oralee took his arm and began leading him towards the sales counter. Like a lamb to the slaughter, Drew allowed himself to be drawn over to the glistening alter to all things gold and sparkling. Was he about to spend far more than he had intended? Almost certainly… but in the end, he really didn’t care…

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

For those wondering, yes, the saleswomen having to use purses made of clear plastic is a real thing that I remember from a store I once worked from. And, as you might guess, the men basically didn’t have to do anything….