Shopping For Clothes !

So I've taken the first step, Debbi thought to herself as she left the office of Meadows Recruitment Agency. It was a big step. She had joined the company straight from college and worked her way up rapidly to be IT manager. She had been determined not to be **** out by Diane but had finally succumbed to the relentless flow of events and the perceived lack of support from Jeff to put a stop to them. It was almost as if he and the other directors were enjoying them.

Debbi wasn't sure about this Alan Meadows either. He seemed a bit cocky and sure of himself but if he was going to use that self confidence on her behalf to sell her to a prospective employer, then she guessed that was OK. A job in London with a big multi-national ? Could she handle it ? She was sure she could. What about accepting his help to purchase a change in wardrobe ? Maybe that wasn't so unusual ? She had no experience of such things after all.

Saturday morning dawned. Alan was to pick her up at ten thirty to drive for an eleven o'clock appointment at the exclusive boutique. If I'm going to be trying on clothes, I'd better wear something that's easy to slip off and on, Debbi surmised. She showered and slipped on a black lace thong. It was the weekend, so no bra. She selected a clean plain t-shirt and a comfy pair of pink tailored slacks. She didn't want the chore of struggling to peel off skin tight jeans.

That's almost a cliché, Debbi thought, as Alan purred up to the kerb outside her house in a sleek black Porsche. I'm glad I didn't wear a skirt she giggled to herself, as she contorted her body to fit into the low slung passenger seat. "Looking good" Alan greeted her. Debbi noted that he looked different away from the office, dressed in smart casual. She listened attentively throughout the short drive, as Alan outlined some provisional steps he had already taken to sound out contacts on her behalf. She answered politely his enquiries about how she would normally be spending her Saturday morning. "This'll be much more fun than Tesco" Alan laughed in response.

The boutique was tucked away down a side street in Eton, adjacent to an outfitters specialising in formal wear for the boys at the college. Neither establishment had any need of a prime location, they did not rely on passing trade for their custom. Alan pressed the bell for admittance. "Celia" he greeted effusively the handsome thirty something woman who approached them in a cloud of expensive perfume. She was immaculately dressed in the kind of designer gown that Debbi presumed Alan had in mind for her. "Alan" cried Celia, equally effusively and kissing him theatrically on both cheeks. "How's Angelica ?" she continued. Debbi assumed this must be Alan's cousin who worked at the castle. "Oh, you know how it is. Camilla keeps them all on their toes" Alan replied. "And this must be your current project ?" Celia continued, turning to Debbi.

Debbi felt intimidated. She felt like a fish out of water and decidedly under dressed in such surroundings, though she tried to rationalise her decision to wear something easy to take off. But Celia in her heels towered over Debbi in her sneakers and her perfume was in a different league to the scent and deodorant Debbi had applied after her morning shower. Celia continued to appraise Alan's latest project. "It's a bit hard to tell with what you're wearing but I'm sure we can manage a transformation" she said confidently.