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Monday 8th March, 2021; 13:54
"Oh, I'm so pleased you said yes!" Ashley beamed as I finished explaining
to her my new job role. "I know you might be a bit nervous or
embarrassed, sweetie, but I promised to Mr Lawson and I'll promise to you
that I'll be keeping an eye on you at all times. Hell, for the first few
days and weeks we can work together and I can show you how I do
everything. Once you feel happier working independently, we can start to
chip away at your training wheels," Ashley grinned.
"Thank you, Ashley," I smiled in response, but the truth was I was
anything but happy about the arrangement. Sure, getting to spend more
time with Ashley was great, but everything else sucked. Having to shift
departments? I liked my quiet little world in the dispensary. More
customer interaction? The idea gave me palpitations. Having to immerse
myself in the world of make-up and beauty products? Intensely
embarrassing. It didn't help that I knew I wasn't the manliest of men,
either in appearance or behaviour, and had been teased at school about
how much of a girl I was. I thought I'd moved past that sort of
experience, but I felt like this job shift had opened up that can of
worms again, only worse.
"How much do you know about our department?" Ashley asked, bouncing on
the spot, her chest jiggling away too, obviously struggling to contain
her excitement and enthusiasm. I wished I was half as excited about this
situation as she was - maybe I would be once I got started and settled
into the new routine, I thought to myself.
"Less than nothing," I shrugged, and Ashley giggled in response, twisting
a strand of her wavy blonde hair around her finger playfully.
"Well, that won't do at all!" she smiled, gently tapping me on the
shoulder. "Come on, there's no customers around right now, let me give
you the tour. First up, lipsticks!" Ashley beamed, linking arms with me
and strolling us off in the direction of a display of lipsticks. Squashed
close to her I could feel the soft press of one of her breasts and the
delicate floral aroma of her perfume. My cock hummed in my trousers and I
felt a blush rising fiercely to my cheeks.
"D-do we have to do this now?" I asked, cringing from awkwardness.
"No better time than the present, hun!" Ashley exclaimed, before
gesturing to the display in front of us with her free arm. "Now, our
lipsticks are arranged not by make but by shade. From standard reds and
pinks like Crimson Blush over here, down to more unorthodox shades like
Meadow Green over there. So if a girl comes in asking for a specific
shade it's easy to locate, but if she's asking for a particular brand or
make you'd better ask me first until you're more familiar with the logos
and designs. Like, look - the Charlotte Tilbury ones tend to come in
these classy rose gold cylinders, whereas the Lancome L'absolu Shine
lipsticks come in cute pink tubes instead. Get it?"
I nodded, but inside I was dying. I wanted to learn about drug
interactions and which medications to give for what condition, not what
different brands of lipstick looked like! I didn't want to offend Ashley
so I played along, but I already was wishing my secondment to Make-up and
Beauty would end sooner rather than later.
"Now, it's one of the cheaper ones - corporate would have us say 'more
affordable options' - but I've fallen in love with this Bourjois Rouge
Velvet lipstick series," Ashley continued, plucking a tube out from the
wall of lipsticks. "I'm wearing this one, the Hip Hip Pink, today -
doesn't it make my lips look lovely and kissable?" Ashley asked, pouting
in my direction. I blushed even harder, staring at her intensely kissable
lips and wondering if this was what it was like when a girl came onto
you. Surely not, though - Ashley wouldn't fancy me, would she? As if
answering my question, she continued: "We've got similar skin tones -
before the fake tan I put on, of course, but I'll come to that in time,"
Ashley tittered, "so you'd probably suit the Hip Hip Pink too, wouldn't
you Luke?" she teased, holding the tube up towards my lips. Although I
was tightly linked arm to arm with her I managed to recoil a bit, making
Ashley laugh even more. "Not a fan? Maybe it's a bit dark for you -
perhaps you're more of a Popped Cherry kind of boy, eh?" she joked,
plucking a second tube from the display and holding it up towards my
face.
"Ashley, I-" I began to protest, melting with embarrassment, but another
voice from behind cut over my protestations.
"Excuse me, girls?" A deep rumble asked. I'd thought I wasn't capable of
feeling more anxiety and embarrassment, but those simple three words
proved me completely wrong. It was a wonder my entire body was blushing
the colour of the Popped Cherry lipstick held close to my lips. Ashley
stopped teasing me and released my arm, both of us turning to see who had
accosted us.
Two black men stood there, both looking rather out of place in the middle
of a cosmetics aisle but neither looking half as nervous or embarrassed
as I felt. Both were tall, with athletic builds, and displayed the sort
of calm confidence that gave off the impression that they owned the
place. In fact, they looked rather familiar in an odd way - though I
hastily caught that train of thought. As aforementioned Lynton wasn't the
most ethnically diverse of places and I didn't want to step into the trap
of saying something along the lines of all black people looking the same.
I didn't think that, anyway - but there was a resemblance shared between
the two men and someone else but I couldn't put my finger on it just yet.
The man on the right, who appeared to have been the one who had spoken,
raised an eyebrow a little as we turned.
"Oh - sorry dude, from behind it looked like you were both girls.
Nattering about lipsticks, I thought... sorry. Unless - look, I don't
want to assume - what pronouns would you like me to use?" he asked,
obviously a tad awkward but still handling the matter with measured calm.
I, meanwhile, simply blushed more as my hands shook from nerves.
"T-t-that's okay," I stammered. "H-he/h-him," I finished, the four words
alone being enough of an effort to get out.
"Cool," the man nodded. "Look, um - I'm Ryan, and this is my older
brother Jake," he said, gesturing to the man next to him who gave a
subtle nod by means of welcome. Immediately I knew why these men looked
familiar to me - they were Mr Lawson's sons. Sure enough, Jake continued:
"We're the new owner's sons. We were wondering if you knew where his
office is? It's a bit of a maze of corridors once you're off the shop
floor and we can't find it."
"Hi," Ashley breathed. "I'm Ashley," she continued, offering Ryan a
handshake. Ryan reached out with his own hand, but rather than shake
Ashley's he gently took her hand in his and raised it to his lips,
planting a slow, deep kiss on the back of her hand. I heard Ashley give
an excited giggle and as I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes she
was playing with her hair again with her free hand, wrapping a golden
lock around a finger, and she was biting her lower lip.
"Pleasure to meet you, Ashley," Ryan purred as he returned her hand. From
the intense eye contact between them and the outburst of hormones in the
air the blatant sexual attraction between Ryan and Ashley was palpable. I
felt temporarily wounded that Ashley had never looked at me that way, but
I fully understood why my mannerisms had never elicited such a response.
"Would you like me to show you the way to your dad's office?" she asked.
"I've not long come from there myself."
"That would be very kind of you," Ryan replied. "I wouldn't want to
disrupt your work if you're busy, though."
"We're quite quiet at the moment, actually," Ashley quickly answered. "I
was just showing Luke here the ropes. He's moved to my department today
and doesn't have the first idea about cosmetics!" she giggled.
"I'm not surprised!" Ryan smiled, laughing in return. "I'm not sure any
real man would know anything about make-up at all!"
"Well, we're going to change all that, aren't we hun?" Ashley winked,
nudging me softly in the ribs. I gave a nervous smile and a little nod.
"Anyway, you'll be fine here for a few minutes whilst I show these fine
gentlemen the way to their dad's office, won't you Luke?"
"I-I guess," I shrugged. I didn't really want Ashley to abandon me in the
lipstick aisle, but similarly I had had enough of her teasing, even
though I'm sure it wasn't mean-spirited. "What if a customer comes along
whilst you're gone, though?" I asked.
"Just stall them if it's something you can't answer," Ashley smiled as
she began to walk off with Ryan and Jake in tow. "I promise I won't be
long!"
Once they'd disappeared out of sight I hastily beat a retreat from the
lipstick display back to the relative safety of the Make-Up and Beauty
counter. I wanted to duck underneath it and curl up into a ball until
Ashley returned, but I felt that would be taking a huge step back in my
progress in managing my anxiety. I wasn't sure I'd be able to look my
therapist in the face and tell her I'd been on top of things if I
resorted to such measures. I regretted this decision, however, when
another voice ambushed me from behind - this time a female one.
"Luke? Luke Haynes?" I turned towards the source of the voice to discover
it was Miss Lucy Embleton - my old English teacher from primary school. I
remember back then thinking how pretty and energetic she looked, and even
now, more than ten years on, she stepped forth from those memories
looking just as bright and beautiful as ever. She was dressed in a
leopard print halterneck top and black jeans, and her black high heels
clicked on the polished floor as she stepped closer. I'd never known how
old she was, but I hazarded a guess she must be in her late 30s to early
40s nowadays - certainly too young for her thick auburn hair to be
showing any signs of grey. I had fond memories of her lessons, and was
pleasantly surprised that my nervous stutter didn't make an appearance as
I greeted her.
"Hello, Miss Embleton," I smiled.
"Miss Embleton?" she paused, and for a moment I froze with horror at the
thought I'd misremembered her name. Thankfully she continued, clearing up
her confusion, as she said: "I can't remember the last time someone
called me that!" she laughed. "I got married years ago - it's Mrs Halton
now, I'm afraid."
"Oh, sorry - hello, Mrs Halton," I corrected myself.
"No need to apologise, Luke," she smiled, repositioning her handbag and
shopping basket in her arms. "You weren't to know. Are you working here
now? I thought last time I spoke with your mum you were off to university
in Colford - though granted that was a while back... did you finish your
studies and come home?"
"Um, no, Miss- Mrs Halton," I caught myself mid-sentence. "Unfortunately
I had to - I had to stop and come home. Mum kindly set me up with a job
here."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Mrs Halton soothed, giving me a sympathetic
look. "You were always one of the best and brightest in my class - I've
never forgotten that fantastic story you wrote about the princess who
saved herself from the dragon, do you remember?" she smiled. I smiled in
response - I did remember. I'd spent my lunch breaks writing that story
for our creative writing homework - 10 pages of double-sided A4, an epic
of its era, that Miss Embleton - that is, Mrs Halton - had read out to
the class when it was finished. Story-telling had helped me find my voice
back at school - I felt a twinge of sadness as I realised I'd lost that
confidence in myself since that time.
"I do remember," I eventually replied. "I'm surprised you do, though -
you must have taught hundreds of children since then!"
"How could I forget the epic tale of Princess Lucy - named after me, as
well?" Mrs Halton grinned. "No, I loved that - I always thought you'd
become an author one day. But you work here now, is that right? Do you
enjoy working here? What department are you in?" I paused as I wondered
how to begin answering those questions.
"I do," I began. "It?s okay - it?s steady employment and pays okay. I can
keep myself to myself most of the time," I said, wondering if that would
be allowed to continue to be the case now I?d moved departments, "and I
get on with most of the staff. Mr Maxson has recently retired, actually,
and I met with the new boss earlier today who seems nice." I breathed a
sigh of relief, hoping I?d managed to give a satisfactory reply without
actually admitting I worked in Make-Up and Beauty.
"Oh, has he? I know he?d worked here for ages and didn?t have any
children so I always wondered who?d take over. What?s his - or her -
name? The new boss? Would I know them?" Mrs Halton inquired.
"Mr Lawson," I replied. "I don?t think so - he?s not long lived in
Lynton. He owns the bookshop my dad works at though - Holyoak - if you
shop there at all?"
"I do," Mrs Halton nodded. "As I said, I love a good story and I?ve
always expected to see a book in there with your name on it. Can?t say
I?ve seen a Mr Lawson about there, but I suppose he mostly stays in back
offices and stuff. Can?t say I?ve seen your dad around there for a while
now, either," Mrs Halton said, stroking her chin. "But he works in
finances, doesn?t he? Can?t imagine he?s on the shop floor much
either..." she trailed off. "Anyway, sorry to keep you - I don?t suppose
you know who works in this department, do you?" she asked, making my
blood run cold.
"Um..." I began, wondering whether to admit that the member of staff she
was looking for was me.
"It?s just I?m looking for the Bourjois Rouge Velvet lipstick series and
I can?t see it anywhere. They do a colour called Berry Formidable I love.
My husband always comments on how gorgeous my lips look when I wear it,
and as it?s our anniversary this weekend I wanted to look good for what
we?ve got planned. We?re heading up to a quiet cabin in the hills, and
there?s an outdoors hot tub where we can sit under the stars and...
sorry, I got a bit carried away! I probably shouldn?t be telling you any
of that..." Mrs Halton laughed, and I realised she was blushing. I found
myself blushing too, my mind already going wild with thoughts about what
Mrs Halton and her husband might get up to in such a romantic setting
that would make her blush. Why was she sharing such stuff with me? Women
always seemed to be very forthcoming and chatty at the Make-Up and Beauty
stall - so far I?d put it down to Ashley?s animal magnetism, but maybe
there was some charm over the department. Shaking my head, I realised
with growing worry that due to dumb luck I did actually know where the
Bourjois Rouge Velvet lipstick series was on the shelves - it was the one
Ashley had specifically pointed out to me. Much as I didn?t want to admit
to working in Make-Up and Beauty, I couldn?t leave my favourite childhood
teacher in the lurch when I could help her out.
"Um, I know where that is," I replied, nervously playing with my hands.
"You do?" Mrs Halton replied, raising her eyebrows. "I wouldn?t have
thought a young man would know what I was talking about, let alone know
where it was stocked! You wouldn?t happen to work in this department,
would you?"
"... I do," I acknowledged after a long pause.
"Oh - okay," Mrs Halton nodded. "I guess that proves me right for
assuming!" she continued, though I could tell she was giving me a subtle
appraising look, trying to work out if I was harbouring gay or
transgender tendencies beneath my uniform. I blushed and cringed, but
tried to ignore it as I began to step towards the lipstick aisle in the
hopes of bringing this interaction to a close. Sure enough it only took
me a few seconds to locate the range of lipsticks and after a few wrong
selections I plucked out the tube on which was written ?Berry
Formidable?, passing it to Mrs Halton.
"Here you go," I said, smiling softly as her face lit up.
"Oh, fabulous! Can you get me another couple out too, please - it was
enough of a struggle to find this and I might as well buy three so I?m
not stuck searching for it again next time Damien has something nice
planned for me!" Mrs Halton beamed. I dutifully reached back down and
picked out another two identical tubes, passing them to Mrs Halton who
placed them in her basket.
"Damien?s your husband?" I asked.
"Yes," Mrs Halton nodded, then I saw her gaze drawn over my shoulder and
she raised an arm to wave behind me. "Oh, he?s over there - Damien! I?m
here! I?m nearly finished - look what Luke here helped me find!" she
cried. I turned round to see the man Mrs Halton had married - and then
had to look up, as he towered over me. He was tall and broad - the build
of a rugby player - and, in keeping with today?s growing theme, his skin
was black as night. Lynton had never had that many black people living
there, and I felt I must have met half of them in Maxson?s today.
"Thanks, little lady," Damien Halton rumbled, patting me on the shoulder.
Lady? I thought to myself. "You?ve no idea how long my lovely Lucy has
been after that."
"Everything okay here?" came the voice of Ashley, returning from the
direction of Mr Lawson?s office. It might have been my imagining, but it
looked as if her hair and make-up was a little messier than when she?d
left with Ryan and Jake. "My name is Ashley. Can I help you with
anything?"
"We?re okay, thank you Ashley," smiled Mrs Halton. "Luke here has just
been helping me find the lipstick I?ve been after for weeks," she added,
holding up the tube as if to support her story.
"Oh, wow - and he was able to help you?" Ashley asked, her voice a mix of
pleasant surprise and pride.
"Yeah!" Mrs Halton nodded happily. "Took me straight to it, actually.
Fantastic service, and not one I?d expect from a young man when it comes
to make-up!"
"Wonderful!" Ashley beamed.
"Hold up," interjected Mr Halton, his brow furrowed. "Young man?" he
asked, giving me another look. It only took a second and his brow
reversed direction, eyebrows heading towards the ceiling. "Sorry! I
honestly thought you were a girl. Sorry, dude - maybe I need to stop by
the opticians on the way home, sweetie!" he laughed, nudging Mrs Halton
who giggled in response.
"I-it?s okay," I replied through gritted teeth, my cheeks flushed bright
red.
"That?s the second time today you?ve been mistaken for a girl, isn?t it
Luke?" Ashley tittered. "Well, if you will have such lovely long hair and
such a cute little face," she smiled, reaching a hand up to cup my chin
playfully. I gently batted it away, sulking.
"I-I?m not a girl," I pouted, which in hindsight realised didn?t help my
case at all - it wasn?t really a manly response.
"Awh hun, it?s okay," Ashley smiled. "And it?s not something to be
ashamed of, being a guy with a natural talent for helping sell make-up! I
was just saying earlier I love the Bourjois Rouge Velvet lipstick series
too," she added, turning to Mrs Halton. "That?s the Berry Formidable,
isn?t it? I?m wearing the Hip Hip Pink," she continued, pouting her lips
out a little to show off. "We decided you?re more of a Popped Cherry,
aren?t you Luke?" Ashley winked, teasing me again. Much as I still
fancied her, it was tiring putting up with her relentless bubbly banter.
"It?s been lovely to see you again, Luke," Mrs Halton smiled as she and
her husband headed off, his arm around her back and his hand resting in
her back jeans pocket, squarely on her butt cheek. I waved goodbye after
them. Despite her long legs, she still looked petite next to her mountain
of a husband, and my mind reeled with scandalous visions of what they had
planned under starlight in that hot tub at the secluded cabin. I didn?t
want to sound insulting or pessimistic, but I couldn?t help but feel this
whole interaction had tainted the tender memories of my childhood teacher
just a little. I suppose everyone has to have some form of sex life,
though, even primary school teachers. It was just me that seemed to be
going without one at present - or so it felt. My gaze turned to Ashley
once more, and her hair and make-up. That lipstick definitely looked a
little smudged compared with when she?d shown me earlier.
"All go okay with Mr Lawson?s sons?" I asked innocently.
"Oh - yeah," Ashley replied, and I could see a little blush creep into
her cheeks, fighting its way through her thick coat of foundation and
fake tan. "More than okay, actually," she beamed. "You know the older
one, Ryan?" I nodded. Ashley leaned in and whispered conspiratorially:
"We fucked in one of the store cupboards!" I leapt back.
"W-what?!" I gasped, stuttering.
"I know!" Ashley whispered loudly, her smile widening. "I don?t know how
it got started, but as we got outside the door the younger one, Jake,
went inside but Ryan pulled me to one side and we started kissing! I
mean, I wanted him as much as he wanted me - I love black guys and I?ve
never been able to sleep with one before today - but I can?t get over how
we just went for it! So impulsive, so passionate, so raw - God, it was
like nothing I?ve experienced before! We?re going out tonight for drinks
and I just know it?s going to happen again - God, I can?t wait! I just
had to tell someone, Luke! Isn?t it great?!" she beamed, ecstatic.
I was reeling from the revelation. The woman I?d had a crush on for the
past 3 years had just openly admitted to me that she?d had wild sex with
a guy on work premises and was completely oblivious to the fact that I
would have killed to be in his shoes. Well, not literally - I doubted I
had it in me to murder anyone - but Ashley appeared to have no clue how
devastated I was at this development. Nevertheless, I knew I had to put
on a brave face otherwise our work relationship would be jeopardised and
I would need her on side if I was going to make it through my
redeployment to Make-Up and Beauty. Biting my tongue and forcing a smile,
I replied:
"That?s great, Ashley!" I lied. "That?s so exciting - I?ve never done
anything like that. I?d be too nervous to have casual sex, I think. Like,
how do you get that confidence? And how do you manage stuff like condoms
if you?re doing stuff so spontaneously? If I were a girl I?d need to be
on the pill or something..."
"Ah, confidence is something that just comes naturally with experience,"
Ashley grinned. "That?s one of the reasons I love black men - don?t they
just ooze confidence? It?s so appealing to a girl," Ashley swooned. "I?m
not on the pill," she shrugged, "but I wasn?t going to let the fact
neither of us had a condom on us stop amazing sex. Besides, the condoms I
have in my handbag in the locker probably wouldn?t have fit him - let me
just say it?s true what they say about black guys, okay?" Ashley winked
again, giggling wildly. "He... was... massive!" she laughed, holding her
hands so wide apart my eyes widened in shock. There was no way that
measurement could be accurate. Mine was like her little finger compared
with that.
"So... so..." I stammered slightly. "You didn?t use any protection?" I
asked, aghast.
"No," Ashley answered with a cheeky grin, "and naturally I let him finish
inside me. I can feel his load dribbling out into my panties now - God I
feel like a slutty teenager again, but this is so much better!" she
revelled, unaware of my shock.
"What if you get pregnant?" I pressed. It didn?t seem like Ashley was
thinking of the consequences of her wild fling at all. This was the sort
of stuff that would keep me up all night if I was a girl. I caught myself
- why did I keep thinking about things ?if I was a girl??!
"So what if I do?" Ashley winked. "I?ve always wanted kids, and a
beautiful black baby from the new boss? son isn?t a bad way to start,
eh?" I didn?t know how to respond, so after a long pause I dumbly opted
for:
"Well... you?ll have to keep me posted," I said.
"Oh, I will!" Ashley beamed. "I?ll dish all the juicy gossip about our
evening together tomorrow at work. For now, though," she continued,
calming down a bit as she raised her voice up to normal conversational
levels, "we need to continue your induction. Seeing as you?re a dab hand
at selling lipstick," she winked, making me groan, "we?ll move on to
mascara. Come on hun, we?ve got a lot of stuff to cover before home
time!"
I stared at the clock as Ashley linked arms with me again and led me in
the direction of the shelves piled high with various mascaras. It was
only three in the afternoon. It was late closing on Mondays, Fridays and
Saturdays, so we both had 5 hours until our shift ended. I couldn?t help
but feel my head was going to be heavy by then, crammed full of
embarrassing knowledge about cosmetics and beauty equipment that no real
man in their right mind should know...
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