Anthea - shopping for clothes

Anthea entered her new favourite clothes shop, looking round approvingly. She had bought a new top here last month, which all her friends had admired, but she had not let any of them know where it had come from, enjoying making a mystery of it. The store was out of town, and staffed by about a dozen leggy, large busted blondes in short skirts andsmart suits. They are all in their early twenties, like Anthea and the other three customers, and seem to be from some nordic or eastern european country, having a similar exotic beauty. Having been once before Anthea was happy to return, as the staff are attentive and helpful - a contrast to the bored indifference of the assistants in the shops in town.

There was a cream blouse Anthea liked, although it had a deeply plunging neckline, and Anthea wanted to discuss what, if any, bra she could wear with it. She looked around the shop for an assistant.

The nearest asssistant was talking to a female police officer, who was speaking politely but firmly. The assistant had been saying, in that lovely faintly foreigh accent they had, something about having papers, but not here. The WPC, in her contrasting local accent told her, in a reassuring manner, that she was sure everthing was in order, but please to just put this collar on to show that she had had her initiial interview - it would save her having to answer all the same questions over again. The assistant pulled her long blond hair out of the way, allowing the WPC to put a metal collar round the assistant's neck. A light on the collar flashed briefly as it closed.

The assisant was tall, and wearing high heels, whereas the WPC was of normal stature, slightly shorter than Anthea even, so she had to reach up to fasten the collar, and it seemed to Anthea as though the WPC had squeezed the assistants boobs as her hand returned down the girl's front. The assistant was walking, slightly stiffly, to join her colleagues towards the front of the store before Anthea can see her expression - but surely Anthea's imagination must have been playing tricks on her - the girl would have protested, or tried to avoid being touched like that if it had been real.

At the front of the shop another WPC seemed to be telling one of the customers to put on a collar - the woman was refusing, but a third WPC had left the other two customers in with a fourth WPC and was moving to support her colleague.

Anthea decided it would be a good idea to leave now, she was still holding the cream blouse, but it did not look as if any of the assistants would be able to advise her or sell it just now, and she did not want to get caught up in anything involving the police.