After three months of Uni, I was happy and settled. I had a great roomie, excellent courses and a nice little job in the Uni café four evenings a week, which helped stretch my meagre funds.
Of course, it was all too good to be true. The Uni authorities decided to sell off the café to an outside company to reduce costs.
Not the cost to students, of course, as the prices all went up, but without wishing to sound bitter, I was out of a job.
So, here I was Skyping with my mum and explaining how tight everything had become when she suggested that I give her old Uni friend, Phoebe, a call.
Apparently, Phoebe owned a small shop in the same town as my Uni and had told mum that she was looking for staff to work evenings.
Mum said that she'd seen a picture of Phoebe outside her shop, and it appeared to be some kind of deli - coffee shop. That would be ideal for me with my experience of shop work and waitressing.
I teased mum about her use of the internet. She was a complete technophobe and treated her laptop like some all-seeing god in the corner of the room. Sammy, the youngest of my three brothers, says that she won't wear her reading glasses and turn on the video when she skyped in case someone else could see her.
Anyway, I copied down Phoebe's phone number and told mum how much I loved and missed her then signed off.
I gave Phoebe a call after classes finished the following afternoon. A warm, friendly-sounding woman answered the phone, and I pictured someone similar to my mum, rosy cheeks, ready smile and a fuller figure after having whelped several children.
Phoebe seemed surprised that I was calling at my mum's suggestion but readily agreed to meet with me the following evening.
ooOOoo
A little after seven the next evening, I walked along a side street five minutes away from the main shopping mall.
I was looking for a sign with a cupcake. A cherry-topped cupcake, according to mum, but this street seemed too quiet for a coffee shop. Then again, the shop rents were probably lower, and the footfall from people walking to the mall could be good, and it was not too far from the Uni campus.
Finally, I saw a sign, "Phoebe's Treats," and a smart red and grey shop front with smoked glass windows.
I pushed open the door and entered, as I stepped in a distant buzzer sounded.
"Oh, Fuck!" I thought as my eyes settled on two things, a large display of vibrators and dildos and an illuminated store logo on the back wall. My stomach dropped through my boots.
The cherry-topped cupcake that mum had told me to look out for was, in fact, a full round breast with a perky pink nipple.
Just as I thought of bolting out the door, an attractive and very shapely woman emerged from the counter area.
"Hi, I'm Phoebe, and you must be Tania, Suzy's daughter. How lovely to meet you."
This sleek, sexy woman in snug tailored trousers and a semi-sheer blouse was a long way away from my mum, but her voice held the same warmth as the one I'd heard during our phone call.
I introduced myself and moved to shake hands, but Phoebe hugged me and kissed me lightly on both cheeks.
"Come on through, and we can chat. I have to say I'm a little surprised that Suzy sent you here."
We settled in the back office, and I tried to slow my breathing and relax. One thought now bounced around my head, how to get out of here without looking a complete fool.
"Would you like some coffee?"
I looked at the coffee, and all the examples of the cupcake logo around the room and I lost it.
I giggled, I laughed and laughed even more until tears ran down my cheeks before I turned to Phoebe and came clean about the mix-up.
Phoebe picked up a copy of her logo and then laughed herself, "Oh, that's so typical of Suzy. Your mother is one of a kind."
All the laughter broke the tension, and my nervousness was gone. We sat drinking coffee, and I explained that my previous work experience did not include adult boutiques and that I had little knowledge of sex toys and fine lingerie.
Phoebe gave me a long appraising look before leaning forward to rest a hand on my forearm, "Tania, You're a smart, intelligent girl and quite sexy in a preppie kind of way and you're Suzie's daughter so if you want the job come back tomorrow at six and Jenny, my head salesgirl, with sort you out. If you decide not to accept, then call me, and it's no hard feelings."
We quickly hugged again, and I promised to give mum her best wishes and turned to leave.
"Phoebe, if I accept, can we leave mum thinking this is a coffee shop?"
"Tania, I won't lie to my oldest friend, but if she doesn't ask, I won't tell her."
And with that, I scampered out of the shop and into the cool night air.
That night was one of the most restless I can remember even worse than waiting for my Uni acceptance letter.
Dreams of silky, lacey lingerie mixed with huge outsized dildos filled my mind between restless periods of wakefulness. At one point toward dawn, I slipped a hand between my thighs and found a warm wet mess of a pussy. I rarely masturbate, and yet my finger slipped in with ease, and moments later, I panted to a shuddering climax before relaxing into a deep sleep.
As soon as a reasonable time arrived, I texted Phoebe to accept her offer before heading to my morning classes.
What a long morning that was, my mind drifting to my upcoming appointment, and again I felt the dampness in my panties.
Classes over for the day, I almost ran back to my room to get ready.
Pulling out my best jeans and top with what passed for sexy undies in my student wardrobe, I quickly stripped and headed for the shower.
Just as I was reaching to turn the water off, I had a sudden urge and grabbing my razor from the shelf I lathered up the matt of dense black curls between my thighs and plunged the razor in.
"OUCH!" I shrieked out loud. I now had a stubbly streak ending in the blade caught up in my long hair.
After hopping about the shower tray for a moment waiting for the pain to subside, I tried plan B.
First, I trimmed the excess hair with my nail scissors and then swapped out the blade for a new one. Now with thick fresh lather, every stroke revealed smooth pink skin. In minutes my pussy was smooth and 'mmm' oh so sensitive.
My fingers dallied over my slit triggering a wave of new sensations through my loins that ended deep in my belly.
ooOOoo
Six o'clock and with a deep breath, I pushed open the shop door again.
A pretty redhead came forward, asking how she could help. She had lovely curly hair that shone in the store lights, and a slight figure that looked amazing in a short black skirt, semi-sheer cream blouse and over the knee stockings.
I explained who I was, and she gave me a hug and that kiss on either cheek again. I inhaled a lovely light fruity perfume.
"Well, hi, I'm Annie, and if you go back to the office, Jenny is waiting for you."
I found Jenny pricing up some exquisite ivory lingerie.
Again, the hugs and cheek kissing. Jenny explained that Phoebe had spent a while living in France, and it was a custom that she had adopted and had become the norm at the store.
"So, you're going to be the new assistant in the evenings. It's lovely here, and Phoebe is so nice to work for."
"Did she explain that I don't really know much about the err… the…" I gestured to the various items stacked around the office.
Jenny giggled, "The merchandise?"
"Yes, it's all rather new to me."
"Oh, don't worry, I was just the same when I started."
Annie had followed me through and was giggling at my obvious discomfort.
"I have some brochures for our lingerie lines that you can take home and study and the sex toy stuff you can pick up as we go along." Jenny was very matter of fact about the toys, and it was helping me to relax.
"Now we have a uniform and Phoebe expects it to be clean and pressed at all times. Hair must be clean and well-groomed. Nails nicely manicured. Take a look at Annie."
With another giggle, Annie gave a little twirl showing off her smooth firm thighs as the skirt lifted a little.
"Phoebe has already picked out your uniform. She's got an amazing eye for sizing people. Two skirts and blouses and then we give you four sets of lingerie from stock, and we can, within reason, help ourselves to the over-knee stockings as we need them."
I nodded my understanding and Annie offered to collect the lingerie from the stock room.
"What size are you, Tania?"
"Size eight and a B cup." Damn, I could feel myself blushing again.
"Phoebe was spot on with the uniform," Jenny said as she handed me two cellophane-wrapped parcels from a rack in the corner.
Annie returned with several hangers of lingerie. "Okay, let's see the transformation." Annie handed me a lacey black bra while Jenny split open a cellophane wrap. Both looked expectantly at me and with a gut-churning feeling, I realised that they expected me to change in front of them.
Like ripping off a sticking plaster, I went straight for it. Top off, jeans down and then with a pop of the fastener, and my bra was off.
Annie passed me a wispy lace bra, and I slipped it on. Amazingly it supported my breasts beautifully while allowing my swollen nubs to show.
The panties were thong style. Two flimsy triangles attached by a silken string. Thank god I had shaved.
Looking down at myself, I thought how good I looked. Much better than in my usual cotton basics.
The blouse and skirt followed, then knee-highs and a pair of heels that Jenny produced from a box.
"Wow, Tania, you look hot!"
Jenny and Annie were giving me long admiring looks, and I have to admit I liked it.
"There's a mirror in the changing room, take a look," Annie giggled.
"We have a changing room?"
"Of course, but we're all friends here," added Jenny, joining in with the giggles.
Nipping through to the shop, I found the changing room at the rear of the lingerie racks and admired myself in the long mirror.
I liked what I saw; my normally bashful, clean, but casual student girl look had morphed into a sexy leggy young woman. My full breasts filled the tailored blouse allowing my still erect nubs to tent the sheer fabric.
"See you're hot!" Jenny smiled at me she and Annie had followed me through to see my reaction.
At that point, the buzzer sounded, and a tall slim woman in business attire entered the store. Long tapered trousers stopped just above elegant ankles shod in Louboutin heels that clicked rhythmically as she crossed the polished wood floor.
Annie moved forward to greet her and offer assistance.
"I'm looking for a Strap-on if you could show me your range."
I'm sure I blushed as she made her request, but she could have been asking for cookies she looked so comfortable and authoritative.
Annie showed her over to the display and started to explain about different styles of strap-ons and fastenings.
The woman took an instant liking to a red leather set, and I could hear Annie explaining that it would take a variety of different sized dildos, including ones that entered the wearer's pussy as well as the partner for mutual pleasure.
Jenny whispered to me how good Annie was with the clients, but in listening to her, I missed the woman's next question.
"Tania, could you assist me for a moment, please?" Annie had turned to smile at me.
With a deep breath and an unobtrusive shove from Jenny, I walked over to assist.
Between the unfamiliar heels and my nerves, I suspect I looked like a new-born giraffe as I wobbled across the floor.
"Tania, I need to show how the harness fits if you could just hold up my skirt for me," Annie sounded so matter of fact as she turned toward me.
Quickly I lifted the hem of her skirt and gathered it around her waist, exposing a toned pair of ass cheeks highlighted by a black lace thong just like the one dampening between my thighs.
Thighs that I had been unconsciously clenching.
Annie stepped into the harness and snapped the fasteners into place before giving a slight twirl.
I swear the woman growled as she stared at Annie's mound. The tight harness had caused a delightful camel toe.
Seemingly unconcerned, Annie selected several dildos of varying lengths and girths to hold against her swollen lips.
"Excellent, I'll take the six-inch and the nine-inch ones along with the harness," the woman's voice had taken on a husky tone, and she was clearly struggling to tear her eyes from Annie.
Jenny came over to escort her to the pay point and began wrapping her purchases in tissue.
"Oh, add a bottle of lube, and I'll have one of these too," she added, selecting a long slim object from a display near the till.
Jenny wrapped everything in tissue before sealing each parcel with a sticker. Yes, the 'Cupcake' logo again and slipped the items into a glossy bag.
Once the Louboutin woman had left the store, I joined Jenny at the till and picked up another of the long items the woman had selected, "Fly swat?" I queried.
"Oh no, that's a pussy flogger."
"You mean for hitting someone's…?"
"Pussy, yes," Annie confirmed with an exaggerated shudder.
"Oh, OUCH!"
"No way am I ever letting that near my honeypot. I don't mind slapping my clit when I'm frigging, but that's the limit." Annie had joined us and was giggling again. She really did have the most infectious giggle.
"I reckon that's just what that woman had in mind; she couldn't take her eyes off you," Jenny was pointing at Annie's skirt with another flogger.
Lifting her skirt, Annie popped the fastener on the red harness and in doing so, revealed a large wet spot on the front of her thong along with the distinct aroma of a horny young girl.
"I need to go clean up a little," dropping her skirt, Annie headed to the washroom.
I followed Jenny back to the office, wondering if anyone could smell my very wet pussy too.
"So, Tania, back to the toys. What do you have at home, dildo, vibe or what?"
"Well, actually, I er…, well, I've not really…" Now I could feel a wave of heat from my neck up as I struggled with my lack of experience.
"Oh, hun, don't worry about it," Jenny moved to touch my forearm lightly.
"Guess you're more of a fingers kind of girl. I never had any toys until I got this job. Made do with my fingers and my hairbrush handle," Annie had returned to hug me as she made this announcement.
"In that case, I have some samples here that you can take home to try, they're all brand new and yours to keep, of course." Jenny delved into a plastic crate in the corner, "Six-inch dildo, Rabbit vibe, oh and an ultra-slim butt plug. These will get you started."
"Are you sure Phoebe won't mind?"
"Of course not. We get lots of samples, and you need to know your jelly dongs from your butt plugs."
The rest of the evening passed quickly as I read the lingerie brochures and watched Jenny and Annie with a selection of clients.
ooOOoo
After catching the shuttle bus back to campus, I hit the showers before pouring myself a large glass of Merlot.
Laura's parents owned a wine import business, and we always had a few bottles at hand.
Piling my pillows against the headboard, I allowed the rich, fruity flavours to calm me down before picking up my samples to explore them more closely. I had already rinsed them in the shower.
The dildo was the smallest and safest looking of the three and would be the one I started with.
Laura, my roomie, was a loud and frequent masturbator, she made no secret of her needs and indeed teased me endlessly about my lack of self-pleasure.
Still, it was nice that she was away visiting her sister, and I could explore on my own.
Slowly I started with teasing my nipples and stroking the smooth undersides of my breasts before gripping and stretching my swollen and aching nubs. Ever-increasing waves of pleasure spread throughout my body before ending deep inside my belly.
Moaning my pleasure, I slowly moved my hands down over my trembling belly toward my throbbing pussy. I can't recall ever having felt such deep excitement.
Slowly my fingers trailed toward my slit. I could feel the heat of my arousal, but then I realised that I wanted more.
Leaping back up, I grabbed Laura's make-up mirror. A4 sized and free-standing on an A-frame, it had little LED lights around its edges.
Flicking the switch to light it up, I sat back against my pillow nest and pulled my knees back while allowing my legs to fall apart. A position I knew Laura favoured from my furtive observations.
Now my fully exposed, freshly shaven pussy was fully visible in the mirror.
My lips were slick with my juices and hugely swollen with my arousal.
Tentatively I drew a finger along my lips, sending shivers of pleasure through my body.
Then again, I repeated the action with more pressure and watched as my lips parted to reveal my pink core.
My finger was now slick and shiny with my juices. I raised it to my face. First, I inhaled my aroma and then slowly extended my tongue to taste myself for the very first time.
I was surprised by how sweet and pleasant my cum tasted. Not at all what I had expected.
For a few minutes, I just traced my finger around my lips and entrance. I want to call it my cunt, but that sounds crude.
Picking up the dildo, I gently kissed the tip before sliding the cool silicon cock between my pussy lips and coated it in my cum. Ever so slowly, I slipped it back and forth between my lips, coating it in my juice and moaning at the pleasure it gave me.