The Customer - Peggy Series

The customer (My first meeting with Peggy)

by Mike

 

I think the first time I saw Peggy will stay with me forever.  That first sight of her beauty, grace and allure is ingrained in my head.

I am a Manager at a Local Department Store, it can be fun but mostly it’s the same thing day in and day out.  I was walking the sales floor that evening, just watching my Associates.  Seeing how they interacted with our customers, the service they gave, and asking myself if I were them would I want to come back here and shop. 

Mostly my people give great service.  The smile, the interest and honest desire to make our customers feel important can be felt throughout the floor.  So it was with some surprise when I walked through the women’s wear department and overheard one my Sales Associates not give the kind of service I expect.

Turning to observe this, I saw my sales girl Diane helping a young lady.  Diane was not being friendly, not rude, but just not friendly with a hint of  “who are you to be buying this.” I then noticed the customer, her face was of young angel, innocent with  a touch of feminine allure.  As I glanced down to take in the rest of her, I noticed the empty sleeve of the dress and only one well developed leg below the hem.  The dress was elegant, very low cut and extremely short.   

I announced to Diane that I would take over and that I wanted her to come see me later.

The customer then looked up, noticing me for the first time.  Our eyes met, I tried to smile but I was engulfed in her angelic eyes and face. I offered my hand and introduced myself as the Store Manager, Mike.  She took my  hand with hers.  Her hand was small, thumb there, but no fingers just part of her wrist.  I gulped, thinking ‘so beautiful and a multiple amputee too, a dream.’

“Pardon me, may I be of service ?”  She took her hand back and said “I am not sure, your sales person does not think this is a dress I should wear.”  “Oh, but it is” I  said. “the color goes with your hair and skin color.  The style is elegant, just like you, and accents and enhances the beauty of you.” 

She blushed, and did a little dip with her leg, and whispered “merci.” 

After a moment, I gently turned her to the mirror and pointed out the low cleavage, how it showed her breasts, the length of the skirt, how it showed her small waist, hips and well developed leg.  All through this, she blushed but did not contradict me nor seemed to be embarrassed and let me think I had stepped out of line with her.

“Do you always take an interest in what a girl buys at your store, sir ?” she asked.  “Very much so” I answered. “I want to make sure that we carry only those items that a girl will want to wear.  Fashionable items, that accent the female body and add color and style to her already good looks.” 

“So you don’t think a poor crippled girl like me should hide, be covered up and not be seen ?” she asked.  “No way, a young girl of your natural beauty should wear the kind of clothing I can sell her.”  I answered. She twisted on her leg toward the full length mirror.  She studied herself, adjusted the deep plunge of her dress with her thumb,  giving me glimpses of her lacy bra.  She bent and with her thumb pressed her skirt material to her partial wrist and raised her skirt portion of the dress up. I glimpsed the dark top of her stocking.  I looked up and she was smiling lightly at me.

“You don’t think this too short then ?” she asked. 

“There is no such thing as too short for a dress or skirt. However, there is such a thing as too long.”  I answered.

She smiled and turned my way. Gave me a smile along with look that told me approved of what I told her.  “May I buy this dress ?”  she asked.  

“Of course, would you like me to wrap it up or would you like to wear it home ?” I asked.

 “Well, since you approve of me in it, I will wear it home.”  She turned, gave a couple of hops to the couch we have there and bent over to pick up her crutch.  I think my heart stop when her full leg came in view. Along with a stocking, garter belt strap and, just a peek, a very shiny white, lacy panty. Oh god, my dream girl ! 

I asked her if she had left any clothes in a fitting room I should collect for her.  “Yes, my skirt and blouse are in that one over there.”  She was pointing to the fitting room at far end of changing area.  I went in, found her purse, coat, a mid length skirt and a white blouse with one sleeve pulled inside the blouse, also one flat shoe.  Hum, the successful working girls uniform.  ‘Gee, I hope I can get up the nerve to ask her out,’ I thought to myself.

I hurried back to the register to find my beautiful customer waiting patiently for my return.  “Thank you so much, you’re so kind.” she said.  She was looking at me now with what I thought was interest in her eyes.  ‘Oh, could I really be seeing that look in her eye or is it only my wish.’ I thought silently. I offered to put her shoe on, but she asked to sit and she would slip it on there. The dress skirt rose high on her thigh, again affording me a delicious view of her leg, stocking and garter strap. Soon we were back at the register. As I carefully folded the blouse then the skirt and wrapped them carefully in paper then put in a box, I talked about some of our other things we had, and how I would hope she would return to look at them.  “Do you have a card ?  So I will know who to ask for.” she asked.  

“Maybe I can interest you in having dinner with me sometime.” I asked, my heart stopped, I was not sure if she would.  Every second was like an eternity, waiting and waiting.

“Sure, how about now, I am all dressed up and no place to go.” 

I felt as if a burden had been lifted.  I felt like screaming my happiness to the world.

“Oh, by the way, I am Peggy.”  

“Peggy, I am so glad to meet you.  No one as beautiful and who looks so great in cloths I carry has every come through my doors until today.”

“Well, a girl will have to watch herself with you, she may be carried away with your kind words.” she answered with a smile. 

I took Peggy to a small French restaurant further into town.  I knew it well, the food is prepared by skilled chefs and the ambiance is quiet, with a hint of intimacy if one wants it. Peggy ordered a soufflé, and a light white wine. I had squab.  We talked of our work, both of us very animated in our conversation.  Peggy laughed often at my jokes about some of my more demanding customers.

Afterwards she consented to walk with me. She slowly crutched along, me with my arm around her  back, “for support” I told her.  She only smiled and said “You make me feel very safe, your compliments about how I look make me very happy.”  “Most people do not think of clothes and me as you do.  I like how you see clothes and girl.” 

“Most women don’t appreciate my views, so I am especially glad you do. This may sound corny but, when I saw you today, I said to myself there is the girl of my dreams.”

“But I am only half a girl” Peggy whispered, blushing. Not able to look me in the eyes. 

“To me Peggy, you are a complete girl, a girl who knows what clothes should do, who is feminine, elegant, alluring and who is right now with me.”  I answered looking at her.

Slowly she looked up, a little tear running from her eye.  She smiled, dropped her crutch, wrapped her arm around my neck, and was kissing me very hard. 

It’s been heaven with her ever since.