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Sweet Sixteen
Part 1
By Beverley Ann Miles
On your sixteenth birthday, things start to change, and you
enter the grey area that exists between legal childhood,
and reaching adulthood at 18. Life becomes full of
inconsistencies, if you follow the letter of the law.
For example, you can now buy and smoke cigarettes, but not
buy alcohol. You can have sex, but you can't get married
without your guardian's permission. You can leave school on
your sixteenth birthday and get a job, but you can't vote
and cannot be regarded as adult.
In fact, you are just old enough to get yourself into real
trouble.
***
"So, Alex. Why do you want to work at Cromwell's?" asked
the attractive young Personnel Manager.
"Well," he started weakly, "It may not sound too
flattering, but I need a job, and there aren't many
available for people with my age, qualifications and
experience."
He needed a job, or it was back to school in September.
The decision to leave school aged only 16 had not been
difficult, but his Dad had said that if he left, then he
had to get a job; and after his last year of academic
stagnation, there were only limited job opportunities
around. So the interview for a full-time job at Cromwell's
Department Store coming at the end of August was just in
time to save him from the ignominy of going back to school.
It wasn't that Alex detested school, but after his mother
died last Christmas his will to carry on studying seemed to
vanish. As one who was always at the top of the grades, he
gently drifted towards the bottom. The teachers were
saddened, as he had been a very promising pupil, but the
loss of his mother had affected him deeply and as his
father seemed to be in a similar rut--there was no hope of
a familial buck-up.
Gayle, the Personnel and Training Manager at Cromwell's,
smiled at the uncomfortable looking teenager in front of
her. "Well, at least you're honest. And yes, you are right,
we could give you a chance here." She continued to smile at
him, her mind working overtime.
She knew about his mother, as she had checked out the
school reference and spoken to the careers teacher. He was
young, medium height and slim, probably quite good-looking,
although he looked a bit unkempt--she suspected that his
hair had not been cut for a long time. For her plans this
was an advantage, but he didn't need to know that. He was
also suffering from low self esteem and
confidence...perfect for her to mould.
"Actually, I've decided. I'll offer you the job, subject to
written references of course. In your case it's probably a
formality," she said aloud. "Starting so young can actually
be an advantage in a place like this. Work hard and you
could end up managing a Department."
Alex smiled, relieved. "Thank you" he said.
"Now," continued Gayle, "Where's my tape measure? I need to
measure you up for your staff uniform."
It was the most intensive measuring Alex had ever had, and
he was intrigued as to why she wanted his shoe size...they
weren't part of the uniform?
***
Alex's father was actually quite relieved that his son had
got a job, mainly because it meant he wouldn't be moping
around so much, but also because it might make him grow up.
Any way, it also fitted in with his plans.
"Well done," he said. "I've got some news, too. They want
me to go out as a sales rep, which means more money.
However it means I'll be spending quite a bit of time away
from home, but as you've got a job, you must be able to
look after yourself now, eh?"
Alex was about to grow up very fast.
***
"Sixteen you say?" he asked, looking at the photograph of
the untidy-haired youngster.
"Yes. Just," Gayle responded.
"Hmm. Looks even younger." The thought of this excited him,
and he shifted in his seat to accommodate his arousal.
"So. How long do you reckon it will take?" he continued.
The Personnel Manager looked at the Head of Security whilst
she pondered, glancing over the information in front of her
and the calendar.
"Well, we've got the lead up to Christmas, the Sales and
St. Valentine's Day. I reckon about six months tops." She
checked the application form again. "And he'll still be
only sixteen then."
Daniel, the Head of security, picked up the paperwork;
application form, school reference, photograph--from a
security camera print out--and finally the sheet with
Alex's measurements, complete with Gayle's calculations.
Certainly a size 12, possibly a size 10, small feet--
clothing would be easy. He looked perfect. Suddenly his
trousers were far too tight.
***
Gayle and Daniel were a contrast in opposites. Where she
was trim, he was gross, where she was clean, he was dirty.
It went on.
Gayle took pride in her appearance, dressing in a smart
dark suit of a fitted single breasted jacket, and a short
pencil skirt. Shapely legs were sheathed in grey nylon, and
her shoes were smart suede courts, with the regulation--
unfortunately--low heels. Her cleavage disappeared behind
lace trim, suggesting a camisole top rather than a blouse.
Long blond hair, held back by a scrunchie from her
perfectly made up face, cascaded down her back.
In contrast, Daniel was a slob, and he knew it. His stomach
overhung his belted trousers, which tapered down from his
outsized waist, to his scuffed boots. His short sleeved
shirt barely contained his body, pinching his upper arms,
and bulging around his stomach. Some of the buttons were
showing signs of stain, and his hairy stomach would have
been clearly visible if it wasn't for the modesty provided
by his stained vest. The areas around his armpits were damp
with stale sweat. His hair was absent, a blue-black stubble
covered the parts of his skull showing where it once
reigned.
His lack of personal hygiene was famous throughout the
store, which is why few people bothered him in the sanctum
of the video room--his empire, where he sat in subdued
lighting, watching the multiple feeds from the security
cameras in the store, like a spider in a web.
Although, however dissimilar they appeared, if you looked
closely, there was something about the eyes.
***
Their eyes met, and Daniel proposed; "A bet?"
"OK"
"Six months maximum?" he suggested.
She thought. "Yes. Within six months of induction, you will
have him. Long hair, make-up, dressed in high heels,
stockings, suspenders, bra and panties, smearing your cock
with lipstick as he sucks you off!"
Daniel shifted in his seat again. Gayle could see that he
was fully aroused below the waistline, and smiled, slyly.
"And the stakes?" he asked. "I know what you want if you
succeed, but if you fail to deliver?"
She stared at him. "I won't fail"
He smiled. "So. When is his induction?"
"Next week. I'm putting him in with the girls, and the
uniform is already ordered."
***
Cromwell's was a rarity, a large independent department
store, selling an extensive range of items. The items
weren't cheap, but then the quality was high, and this part
of middle England had enough people rich enough to
appreciate the experience.
Alex entered the store on his first day, dressed casually,
as he knew a uniform was to be provided. The staff offices,
canteen and other areas were on the top floor, and Alex
made his way there, after being let in at quarter to nine
with the rest of the staff and the other new joiners, his
name having been checked by a junior manager at the side
door.
Daniel, already in his den, watched Alex by CCTV as he made
his way upwards through the store. He'd agreed to keep a
low profile for now, but could still watch most places.
There were a lot more cameras around the store than most
people knew, some in very unusual places!
***
There where ten of them in the room, and even though Alex
was quite used to being singled out as the youngest, he was
very aware that he was also the only male present. There
were a couple of girls--probably 18 or so, but the rest of
the ages ranged up to about 40.
Gayle started her Induction by getting everyone to
introduce themselves, then gave them a short history and
description of the store. They would be trained in customer
relations and till work, ways of lifting and carrying, and
a few basic principles of stock presentation. They would be
given short sessions, say a few days, in most departments,
so that they could help out anywhere if necessary, after
which they would be allocated to a department and a
manager.
She continued "We are an equal-opportunities employer, and
the only reason that Alex is the only male here, is that I
inducted nine men yesterday. I'm sorry Alex--you're not the
odd man out, you're the overflow!"
"Anyway, we always take on a lot of staff around now, as
we've just lost the summer students, and need to train you
up to help with the Christmas period."
"Now" she looked around "personal appearance. You will all
wear the store's uniform, and as we provide all the
expensive bits, there is no excuse for not wearing it. We
feel that a well tailored uniform on our staff sets the
right tone. You will all receive a shirt or blouse for each
day of the week you are working and two skirts, or pairs of
trousers in Alex's case." She looked at the two 18-year-
olds. "I'm sorry, girls, but we are quite old- fashioned,
and all women will wear skirts. Anyway, you'll obviously
provide your own underwear and shoes. Ladies, low heels
only."
She bent down and pulled off one of her own shoes,
indicating the 2" heel. "This is as high as you can go, for
comfort, if not safety. After 8 hours at Christmas, you'll
be begging for trainers! Also, ladies, tights--or whatever-
- must be opaque in winter, but they can be flesh-coloured
in summer. It's now winter; summer starts after Easter."
"OK, uniforms. As you'll remember, I took all your sizes
when you were offered the job. These are all made to
measure, ideally to flatter." She indicated a line of store
carrier bags on the floor behind her. "When I call out your
name, please come up, find the bag with your name badge on
it, and come here to sign for it."
The bag was quite full--Alex was to be working a nominal
five day week, although the actual days would vary to
spread the weekend work. When they all had their bags,
Gayle apologised that they had no changing facilities in
the staff area. "We expect people to turn up ready to
work." So she asked if the ladies could all muck in, and
change in the training room (where they were, anyway).
"Alex, you had better use my office. I'll take you there."
So saying, she led him out of the room, and down the
corridor to her office, next door. She held the door for
him. "You won't be half as long as the ladies, so I'll wait
outside."
***
Alex put the bag down on the desk, and quickly took off his
shirt and trousers, neatly folding them, then reached into
the bag for a shirt. His fingers felt a collar, so he
pulled the item out--pastel shirt he registered in his
hurry--and thrust his arms into the sleeves. Even without
doing up the buttons, the fit felt good; the arms were the
right length, even if the cuffs were fiddly, and the
shoulders fitted well. The he reached up to start buttoning
up the front. Something was wrong, and he finally looked
closely at the buttons and holes. They were the wrong way
round! And the collar was wrong, leaving a 'v' neckline.
'Oh bugger' he thought, 'it's a blouse.' He opened the
carrier bag, and pulled out the rest of the items; four
more blouses, two skirts, and a cardigan.
"There must be some mistake," he muttered. There was a
knock on the door, and Gayle called, "Are you ready yet,
Alex?"
Alex opened the door a crack, still in the unbuttoned
blouse and his underwear. Through the gap he said, "There's
a bit of a problem. I think I've got the wrong bag. It's
all ladies' stuff!"
Gayle pushed the door open, and walked in. "What nonse..."
she started, then saw all the clothing. "Oh dear. Um. I
think I may have made a teensy little mistake. Just stay
here dear, and I'll go sort the ladies out, then get right
back to you." With that she left.
Gayle walked down the corridor with a smile on her face,
but she wiped it off before entering the training room. She
took the eight ladies down to the personal lockers, and
issued them all with keys; they locked away their spare
clothes, then she deposited them in the staff canteen. "A
small problem has just come up that I need to deal with,"
she told them. "It's nearly break time anyway, so enjoy it.
I'll be back in about, oh, half an hour."
***
When Gayle walked back into her office, Alex had put his
own clothes back on.
"I'm most terribly sorry," she said "But this must be my
fault. I'll just check the paperwork." She went to a filing
cabinet, and after a bit of searching, pulled out a slim
file with Alex's name on it. "Hmm, yes. Here we are, I've
ticked the wrong box." She looked up smiling.
"My fault, but now I have a problem. You see, because we
order the uniforms specially, it will take a couple of days
to get you a replacement set. And I can't let you down in
the store looking like that! It's company rules." Alex
hadn't worn anything special--but then he'd been expecting
a uniform.
Gayle had a smile that made men go weak at the knees, and
turned it on Alex. The effect was devastating, and Alex was
almost willing to forgive her anything when she said,
"Could you, possibly, wear the uniform you have got?" She
laid her hand on the bag in front of her. "I know it's
ladies' wear, I can at least guarantee it will fit! If you
do, I promise I'll make it up to you."
Alex looked at her incredulously.
"Let me put it another way," she continued, her smile
hardening. "Your contract says you will wear the uniform we
supply you, or it becomes a disciplinary offence. Losing
your job on your first day would be 'unfortunate,' wouldn't
it?"
"Oh," he said, realizing she wasn't giving him any option
really.
"Look, try on the uniform, and let's see?" she responded,
going for his weakness "I'm sure we can make you look
relatively, erm, inconspicuous."
So Alex took that fatal step.
The blouse fitted well, although it was not unsurprisingly
a bit loose about the 'chest.' The skirt was OK, but the
outline of his Y-fronts was very noticeable, especially as
the area was bulged forward by his privates. He looked down
at himself. "This is not going to work," he muttered.
Gayle appraised his bulge. "Look," she said. "You need some
tights anyway, to cover your hairy legs. They will help
pull you in down there. I'll just go and get a few things."
With that, she left the room. Unbeknownst to Alex, she did
not rush down to the store, but only got as far as the head
of the stairs, and the Security Office.
In the gloom, Gayle could see a video image of her office,
with Alex leaning against her desk, back to the camera.
"Looking good?" asked Daniel, as he handed her a store
carrier bag.
She smiled, and just said "Six months--starting 5 minutes
ago. No problems!"
***
Back to the office again, 'Hurry, hurry, hurry,' she
thought. 'Hurry Alex so he doesn't have time to think, and
hurry to get back to the ladies.' She walked in and turned
to lock the door behind her.
"OK, off with everything, and on with this lot."
Alex turned away--towards the hidden camera--and stripped,
taking the pair of the white cotton panties that Gayle
handed him. He pulled them up, then felt Gayle's hands on
his hips, then groin, smoothing the tight soft material
into place. Alex tried to ignore the stroking that his cock
could sense, and concentrated on the thin lace trim around
the waistband and legs.
Then, to Alex's surprise, Gayle slipped the straps of a
matching bra over his arms, and pulled it up into place.
His chest was slightly constricted as the bra tightened
around him, and the clasps done up.
"Turn 'round," she instructed, propelling him with her
hands. "Now these," she flourishes two small hemispheres of
foam. "We sell them to young girls who feel, er,
inadequate!" The domes were slipped into the bra cups
filling them nicely, and Gayle indicated the blouse. Alex
put it on, for the third time, and finally it fitted--
perfectly.
Gayle looked at him as she opened a new packet of tights.
"I don't suppose you know how to put these on?" Alex shook
his head. "Thought not." She got down on her knees in front
of Alex, who noticed he could now see her whole cleavage--
she defiantly was not wearing a blouse--as he had
speculated. Gayle scrunched up one leg of the tights, and
pulled them up over his uplifted foot, stretching and
smoothing them into place, until his knee was reached. "Now
the difficult bit" she muttered, and repeated the exercise
with the other leg, then, pulled the pair up his thighs and
over his hips. This seemed to require much stroking and
Alex was definitely getting aroused.
The bulge at his groin was now un-missable. Alex blushed
furiously, and covered the lump with his hands, but Gayle
knew exactly what she was doing, and pulled his hands away.
She checked her position--yes, Daniel would be able to see
all of this from his hidden camera.
"Oh dear" she said, "This won't do at all. You're more
obvious than ever." Carefully, she reached up to the
bulging ridge of material, and traced it's length with her
finger tip. Then she slid both hands up, over his hips, and
pulled the tights back down to his thighs. Partially
released, Alex's straining member shifted within the white
cotton, and now the tip of his swollen knob was visible,
above the lacy trim of the waistband.
Again Gayle slid her hands up over his groin, and slowly,
teasingly, slid the panties down to reveal the full length
of his straining shaft, and finally, his tight ball sacs.
Nicely proportioned, she thought, big enough to be useful--
not that it will be now--and more importantly, small enough
to hide. She ran her fingernails along the length of it
again, watching it twitch in response, and looked up at
Alex though her lashes.
"My. You are excited! But we need to hide this
exhibitionist, so I'm going to have to help him relax." She
winked, then took the fleshy rod in her hand, pulled it
down until it was level with her mouth, pulling back on the
shaft to fully expose the glans as she did so. Her tongue
flicked out to caress the end, then she leant forward, and
engulfed it in her hot mouth.
Alex was stunned, shocked and deeply excited. The sensation
as she sucked his cock was amazing, and he suspected he
wouldn't last long before he embarrassed himself! Gayle
started to nod her head back and forth, sliding her glossy
lips along his shaft; he soon got the point, and
reciprocated by bucking his hips, fucking her mouth. Both
her hands were busy, one squeezing his balls, whilst the
other investigated the cleft of his buttocks, fingernails
scratching the tight rosette of his anus.
Alex placed his hands on her head, and started to move
slower, slower and deeper, while her fingers probed at his
tight bud. Finally, the finger broke though the ring of his
sphincter, and Alex climaxed, spurting his hot salty cum
against the back of her mouth, before it trickled down her
throat.
Gayle held his throbbing penis with her lips until the flow
stopped, then sucked the last drops off, to finally let it
go and swallow her last mouthful as she watched it shrink.
She looked up at Alex. "Yum, yum! There. I said I'd make it
up to you! Now let's get this fellow tucked away tight
before he wakes up again."
Carefully but firmly, she took his now deflated penis, and
pulled it back between his legs. It was held in place first
by the crotch of the panties, and then assisted by the
tights. She held up the skirt, and Alex pulled it on.
It looked good; not a sign of the telltale bulge remained.
"Now for my sake and yours, don't get excited again,
because it's trapped and got nowhere to go!" said Gayle.
She stood up, and went round to her desk, opened a drawer,
and pulled out some cosmetics. She told him to sit down and
close his eyes, and he felt her go to work on his face.
"At least you shaved this morning. And your hair is quite
long. It needs a cut, but I'll organise that for tomorrow."
Alex couldn't speak, but he wondered about the hair cut--
yes it was long. His mother had used to cut his hair, after
all, she had been a hairdresser once, but it hadn't been
cut since before Christmas--nine months previously.
She began to brush out his hair. "What we need, is
something that will look good with you dressed either way.
We have to allow men with long hair nowadays--otherwise,
it's sex discrimination!" She finished. "Open your eyes
now. Oh, and put your shoes on. They seem to be pretty
universal with everyone your age, boys and girls, although
why girls feel the need to cart such heavy and unflattering
'clumpers' around I just don't know."
Alex couldn't see himself until they got to the locker
room, which included a number of full length mirrors. He
looked at the young female sales assistant looking back at
him. Yes, he could get away with this.
"OK" said Gayle "Put all your clothes in a locker, and
let's go and find the others. Fortunately I can still call
you Alex, that's short for Alexandra, so there's no
confusion there!"
(To be Continued--Soon)
Gert
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