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Contrary to popular belief the best part about working at a rather upscale boutique wasn’t the employee discounts; sure those were a nice benefit but it was so pedestrian a boon that it was a wonder anyone considered it much of one at all. If you needed a discount to shop at [i]Chic Château [/i]then you shouldn’t be shopping there. Sure, in an ideal world fashion would have no price tag but even when magazines and designers tried to make ‘welfare chic’ a thing, it still cost three month’s paycheck to look the part of someone who is one step above shopping for clothes in the donation bin outside department stores. Some of the employees at [i]Chic Château [/i]took full advantage of the discount to buy jewelry or something sensual for their significant other come birthdays or Valentine’s but one employee prided herself on seeing the benefits such a job as floor sales afforded her.

Shauna Flynn was often at the cutting edge of fashionable clothing given her job but that was only part of the reason she wanted to be hired here. Sure, the experience was good for when she eventually opened her own boutique - which was, of course, her one dream in life - but experience only went so far. By the end of her first six months she had gone from restocking product to the perfume counter, the thankless part of the job where the only thing worse than spraying various mists in the air was the fact that they lingered well beyond the welcome point. By the end of her first year she was the youngest floor salesperson at the boutique, something that remains true and a fact that she only brings up when it is beneficial to her. When Shauna got the promotion her manager asked what her secret was and Shauna’s response was a little quip about how the smell of perfume lit a fire under her. She got a pity laugh. But what her manager and fellow employees didn’t know was that the secret to Shauna’s success was simple. 

She knew what women to talk to and how to talk to them. 

There’s a common misconception in sales that people of a specific gender prefer buying things from a person of the same gender. That might have been true back in the fifties where big department stores hired unmarried women with the same hairstyle to sell feminine products to other women but in the days where people buy things with a few clicks of a mouse and gender wasn’t so binary the only thing that truly mattered in a salesperson was knowledge of what they were selling and the ability to see all customers as equal and worthy of respect. Unfortunately, Shauna Flynn only checked one of those boxes and yet she was one of the top salespeoples at [i]Chic Château[/i] precisely because of a more ‘outdated’ approach. Namely the simple fact that she picked her targets carefully with the simple criteria of: ‘Can I get away with treating them like I have every intention of having sex with them in the changing room?’. 

There were signs on every woman who walked through the doors and Shauna had a keen eye for them. At a glance she could tell when someone was there to browse, to buy, and most importantly who would benefit the most from some of Shauna’s charm.  And pretty much every single time Shauna found her mark, she didn’t take them to the changing room but she often got more than just commission. That was the best part about working at a rather upscale boutique: it was a veritable flower field of susceptible women ripe for the taking. Sure, they were older than she was but many of them were willing to have a brief fling with someone younger and more experienced in the art of wooing women. Under Shauna’s touch and honeyed words, a mature woman was no different than a nervous Freshman girl who honestly thought Shauna was going to call them in the morning. 

Unfortunately there were sometimes days like today where the minnows were swimming in some other pond. With Valentine’s Day on the horizon, it was peak season for Shauna but when the store wasn’t buzzing with women wondering what would be sexy but not slutty to wear on a date or if edible lingerie was sold there (it wasn’t) what could a lone shark do but tread water? 

The customers this afternoon were especially grim. There was a woman who was constantly fiddling with her ring finger, no doubt she just got out of what she thought was an engagement and was following advice from a friend to ‘get out there and do it for [i]you[/i] which was terrible advice. The only thing Shauna would get from a customer like that was a sob story about how their fiance was fucking someone else and not in the cheeky bachelor party lapdance kind of way. 

There was a woman who definitely should not have been shopping there, not because she was poor but because she was, by Shauna’s estimation, about three times too round to fit into anything they had at the store. There was a plus size store attached to a mini-mall fifteen minutes away where she would have been better served. Shauna had nothing against larger women, she’d slept with some and they often had pleasant thighs, but the unfortunate reality of fashion was it didn’t exactly cater to people of that size. But she didn’t need the headache of trying to politely tell her that she wouldn’t fit in anything here so that was a hard pass. 

There was a woman who wasn’t going to buy anything given her sense of fashion was nonexistent and as soon as she saw the price tag on a simple shirt she would be out the door to somewhere more in line with her bank account and personal aesthetics. Sure, Shauna could have gotten her to stay and maybe tried something on but the simple fact of the matter was that the woman wasn’t very attractive and Shauna wasn’t feeling up to lying about the customer’s appearance right now. 

Finally there was a woman who Shauna had never seen before. Of course, most customers she’d never seen before but she could generally put them into types at a glance, but this one she couldn’t. The customer needed to do something about her hair, it was curly and boyish which might’ve been her ‘thing’ but when going for the ‘boi’ aesthetic it helped to have shorter hair and maybe a straightener. That she was looking at skirts was interesting given she was wearing ordinary jeans that were a bit...well, masculine in make but a size too small given their tight hug. Shauna’s curiosity was piqued and given that she had nothing else to do and couldn’t keep pretending to check shelf stock much longer, she made her way over towards the mysterious curly haired woman. 

[b][color=#ff6347]“Can I help you find anything, miss….ter?” [/color][/b]

The absolute worst part about going to a boutique was the fact that he was doing so alone. It was a daunting thing and it wasn’t as if he could ask his friends. Zach was too busy trying to get swole and the party was in danger of splitting soon; it wasn’t as if he could just tell them ‘Hey guys, come with me to a women’s clothing store. Why? No reason, I’m getting a Valentine’s gift for my mom from my mom.’ That was, of course, the lie he practiced in the mirror for weeks; this was a trip he was planning for a while now but one he never quite had the courage to go forward with it. It was funny how in his Dungeons and Dragons campaign he played a barbarian and was always leading the charge, but of course the running gag was that he only picked a barbarian so he could be a shirtless beef hunk. In truth he only played a barbarian because he wanted to have one campaign where he wasn’t the DM and a half-orc sorcerer didn’t sound cool at all. 

Unfortunately life wasn’t as easy as rolling one d12 and adding a strength modifier. He wasn’t even going to go today, he was going to go home after school and hope that his new Zaku kit arrived in the mail, but two things happened in his life that inspired a bit of confidence. The first was Zach seemingly getting serious in his doomed quest to land a date with Samantha Lassiter; the second was a mystery user liking all of his posts on Insta. Considering all Paul ever posted was in progress and completed model kits the fact that someone liked [i]all[/i] of them was unusual. He could understand if there were some thirsty guys out there and he was some kind of model posting pics of his [i]model[/i] kit, but he didn’t even post selfies with the finished things he assembled. Which meant either his friends were playing a joke on him or someone knew who he was and was virtually flirting with him. 

Between that and his best friend attempting to Hulk out, confidence was at an all time high around him. With the perfect cover of Valentine’s Day around the corner, what better time than now, when the world was his to conquer? He was going to buy something cute and no one could stop him; it wasn’t as if anyone at school would know where he was. It was with confidence that he walked into the boutique, it was with confidence he looked at the skirts, and it was in a single moment that the confidence left his entire person and a cold, bitter chill ran down his spine. 

Of all the boutiques in all the towns in all the world, he walked into hers. 

Shauna Flynn wasn’t normally one to make mistakes, but when she got closer and the mystery woman turned out to not be a mystery woman or even a mystery girl but a mystery [i]boy[/i], she was wondering how she could have missed something? From behind, the guy looked pretty feminine, he was slender and soft and honestly? Maybe it was because of the jeans but he had a nice ass. Shame it was wasted by having a dick in front of it. [b][color=#ff6347]“Sir, you’re aware this is a women’s clothing store?” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#f0e68c]“Oh, uh...y...yes..I...I’m...it...it’s for...uhm...my...my mother.” [/color][/b]The customer was nervous and stuttering like he’d been caught shoplifting. It would’ve been cute if Shauna was dealing with a girl. At least he wasn’t going around sniffing lingerie like some kind of pervert. 

[b][color=#ff6347]“Well, do you happen to know your mother’s waist measurement? Because I doubt she’s a size two.” [/color][/b]It was possible his mother was small but she had her doubts. [b][color=#ff6347]“You might be, though. Do you want me to take your sizes?” [/color][/b]Shauna meant it as a joke but the reaction from the customer was not what she expected at all. 

[b][color=#f0e68c]“What? N..No...why do..you...I mean...what? N..No...I couldn’t...fit...my sizes? Wha...what?” [/color][/b]There was so much nervous energy coming from him that Shauna was starting to wonder if she’d made a huge mistake in approaching him at all. And yet...she was certain there was something familiar about him. [b][color=#f0e68c]“I...I didn’t..you...work here...Shauna?” [/color][/b]And there it was. Honestly the curly hair should’ve given it away; there weren’t many people at BHHS who walked around with hair like that, but in Shauna’s defense she didn’t much care about boys so low on the social ladder they hadn’t even taken a step. There was really only one reason why she even know who he was at all, now that she was reminded. 

[b][color=#ff6347]“You...you’re…” [/color][/b]She was snapping her fingers. He wasn’t a freshman but he was on her radar for some reason...Phil...no, she was someone else...Patrick...no, she didn’t know any Patrick...Paul! That was it. Paul Soriano-Duke, the son of Ellie Duke, one of Shauna’s favorite actresses ever. Period. Suddenly taking this customer wasn’t the worst idea ever. 

[b][color=#ff6347]“Wait...are you buying something for Ellie Duke? Oh, then you’re definitely looking in the wrong size, Ellie Duke has wider hips than that.” [/color][/b]Shauna was eagerly steering Paul towards more fitting skirts; it wasn’t every day she got to pick clothes out for someone famous. Well...Ellie Duke wasn’t exactly a super megastar but she was definitely famous enough that Shauna had seen a fair share of her movies, particularly the sex comedy romps she did before her serious turn as a dramatic lead and award winner. 

[b][color=#f0e68c]“How...do you know my mom’s szes?” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#ff6347]“Paul, it’s Paul, right? Look, Paul, I’m a lesbian and Ellie Duke is why I have a weakness for blondes. Of course I know your mom’s sizes. You’re not the only one who calls her mommy, but when I do it I’m masturbating.” [/color][/b]Did Shauna overshare? Perhaps. Did she care? Not in the slightest. 

Paul, on the other hand, didn’t quite know how to respond. At least when his friends mentioned his hot mom, or hot moms, he knew they were just fucking around and actually wouldn’t act on it even if they could. But he knew well enough about Shauna ‘The Shark’ Flynn to know that her admitting to masturbating to one of his mom’s was basically a step away to Shauna Flynn having sex with his moms. He had already been nervous about coming into a store like this by himself but had he known Shauna worked here he never would’ve done it at all. 

[b][color=#f0e68c]“That’s...i mean….that’s...kinda gross...Shauna…” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#ff6347]“What’s gross about it? Masturbation is perfectly healthy. I’m sure if your friends, you have friends, right? Like, real ones? Whatever, I’m sure if your friends had hot moms you’d masturbate to them at least once.” [/color][/b]Shauna’s knowledge and care towards Paul Soriano-Duke started and ended with ‘his mom is Ellie Duke’ and she intended to keep it that way. Paul did not interest her, least of all because he was a Paul and not a Paula. Plenty of people at Beverly Hills High had hot parents, plenty of them had famous parents, but only one of them had Academy Award winning actress Ellie Duke as a parent. [b][color=#ff6347]“I didn’t take Ellie for a skirt wearer, she always seemed more soft butch.” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#f0e68c]“No she’s...femme..she’s...very...se’s femme...she just...doesn’t like to..show it? Very femme, my mom. One of...my moms. Femme. Femme. Femme.” [/color][/b]The only way this could be worse is if someone he actually knew and was friendly towards was there with him. How could someone, even an upperclassman, be so intimidating while just being so casual? He knew damn well Shauna wasn’t interested in him at all but still she had a way of controlling the flow of conversation and putting him on the defensive so hard it was like whatever guard he might’ve had was being tossed away. Was this how all those girls felt? Was this what it was like to swim in the same waters as The Shark?

[b][color=#ff6347]“Okay, okay, I get it, Ellie Duke is femme. Well if she’s after something to make Valentine’s Day memorable, I have just the thing.” [/color][/b]It was at this point in the sales pitch that Shauna would put a hand on a customer’s back, not in a sensual way (that came later) but in a guiding way, like a shepherd to her flock. With Paul, though, she didn’t make any move to touch his back in any way, instead opting to guide him by way of gesturing with an extended palm towards a different section and display. It was there she grabbed a short dress, black, with lace embroidery on the bodice which itself was sheer illusion. Strapless, of course. [b][color=#ff6347]“Trust me, Phil, any woman would look like a million dollars in this, but Ellie Duke? She’d look priceless, and her wife would barely be able to focus on whatever they were doing until it came off.” [/color][/b]

From even just a quick look Paul could see it was a well made article of clothing. The skirt wasn’t too short but would show off a fair amount of leg, and the sheer illusion was always a sensual way to draw the eye. With the right accessories, like a necklace, it would be a knockout outfit for anyone. It was...perfect. Sure, it was a bit bold but wasn’t that the point? [b][color=#f0e68c]“H..How...how much?” [/color][/b]

[b][color=#ff6347]Three hundred and ninety nine dollars. Plus tax.” [/color][/b]They could’ve reasonably charged more but they were catering to a specific group of customers, the ones who had money to spare without it breaking the bank. Of course they had an entire section of items that got up to five digit numbers but Shauna would never suggest that for a first time customer. You had to build to that. 

[b][color=#f0e68c]“FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS?” [/color][/b]Paul’s outburst was overheard by the rest of the store which only added to the already incredibly awkward experience. His head was shaking, curls and all, and his feet were carrying him backwards while his eyes were pointed downwards. He had to get out of here. He could maybe get away with charging a hundred dollars and hiding the credit card statement in the mail...but four hundred? At a boutique? The card companies called you for something like that. [b][color=#f0e68c]“I...I...uh..n..no thank...no thank you…” [/color][/b]While almost tripping over his own feet, Paul turned and stumbled towards the door like a drunk leaving the bar. 

Shauna could only stand and watch perplexed as Paul left the store; she gave a fellow co-worker a shrug of confusion before the store itself went back to business as usual. [b][color=#ff6347]“I’ll see you at school...Ellie Duke’s son...you can count on that.” [/color][/b]

The things one encountered working at a rather upscale boutique.[/center]