Doing A Carol 3
Dear Diary.
My manager Marta, who runs my Surrey boutique, her daughter Maisy has just graduated from fashion college and has created a line of women’s ready to wear gowns and asked me if I could have a look at them and give her some advice.
Not a problem. I’m always glad to help and promote new talent when I can. Especially when people are starting their own business’.
I have to say, she did have a few dresses that caught my eye and I would definitely wear some of them. So I said that I will display them in my shop on a sale or return basis, just try them out. It’s a win win situation for both of us.
I’m sure my customers will love her elegant style as they’re always looking out for the next new thing and my ladies do love a bit of glitz and glam too! I have to admit, so do I.
So being the nice person that I am (unless I’m restraining my cuckolded husband under my four inch black patent heels, more of that to come) I gave her the green light and now her first collection, however limited her range is at the moment, is being fonderly fumbled by the moisturised bejeweled fingers of the privilege Surrey Set.
Now Diary, you’re wondering where I’m going with this, aren’t you?
Well, the seed of my naughtiness was planted that day when I was invited to a party. But it wasn’t any ordinary party.
To thank me for helping her daughter’s friend, Maisy was going to host one of those ladies only lingerie and toys party as her friend had just become a sales representative and needed help to build her business.
With mixed feelings of firstly, wanting to help out a fellow business woman and secondly, knowing that this wasn’t my kind of thing back then as Jerry and I hadn’t had sex for a while at that time due to both of us being really tired and my labedo was low, I felt pulled from all angles.
Not wanting to let Maisy and her friend down as I don’t think those kind of representatives earn a lot of commission from doing that kind of work as they have to initially fork out a considerable amount of money just to buy the basic sales kit (unless they earn money from their own teams) and after a few begs and a promise of a having a laugh, I reluctantly said yes as Maisy had successfully twisted my arm.
What have let myself in for?
Who knows as I had never been to anything like that and didn’t know what to expect.
As Marta was also reluctant about attending the party, we both made a pack that we’d stay for an hour out of politeness, buy something small to help Maisy’s friend and then we would make a quick exit.
Well, that was the plan.
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