First of all, it happened that in my twenty-five years I was left without a serious profession, which gives a reliable income. In our time, it would not be so scary for a woman if I had a husband capable of supporting me. But, as if it were a sin, I divorced a year before the events described. Having remained at the broken trough, I began to invent something.

The world is not without good people, and soon one of my friends gave me practical advice. Her housemate with her husband bought a large shoe store in the city center. Now they needed salespeople, and a friend agreed to recommend me. Of course, I was beside myself with such a wonderful offer. What else does a lonely young woman need? All the time in sight, the salary is probably good.

It is necessary to say that in addition to work, I had another problem that every divorced woman could understand. I suffered a lot from loneliness. No, of course, not in a social sense. I had friends, and there were even some distant relatives, so I had someone to talk to. No, I'm talking about a purely feminine, one can say physiological, loneliness. For the past year, my bed was empty. Dear reader, if you are a woman, you will surely understand my despair and melancholy. On long, sleepless nights, I tossed and turned in bed. Countless images of men, acquaintances and strangers, rushed in front of my excited consciousness. I wanted all of them madly, wanted to surrender and belong to everyone. Female lack of demand tormented me. When I finally fell asleep, the same thing repeated in a dream. Only these dreams, among other things, were “wet” dreams. Often, waking up after them, I felt that the sheets beneath me were raw. I realized that I was involuntarily ending in a dream, yielding to visions that were sweet and inaccessible in life.

Gradually, I got used to it, and once, still lying in bed, I tried to resume my girlish experience with masturbation. I have not done this for a long time, but now I felt an urgent need to start again. At first I was ashamed of myself, persuaded not to do this, but then I remembered the catch phrase from the novel “Emmanuel” - “If you like a woman, then ask her how often she masturbated. And if she answers that less than three times a day, then she is not worthy of your attention. ”This phrase from the famous novel calmed me down somewhat and reconciled with reality.

One fine evening, lying in bed, I first began to gently stroke my clitoris, and, feeling that it gradually swells under my fingers, I began to shove a finger deep. It was a wonderful feeling. My vagina, yearning for caress, immediately began to let the first juice. My finger was moistened, and I quickly pushed the whole palm into the enlarged and wet passage between the labia. My wet, smeared hand went deeper and deeper. I felt pain, but it was the pain of pleasure.

However, this seemed to me a little. With the second hand, I continued to caress my swollen and solidified clitoris. He now stood up standing, like a little sentry in my vagina, guarding my enjoyment ...

The first night I finished two times, but what was that lovely. After a year of strict abstinence give free rein to your emotions. The whole sheet under me was wet, and I even had to change it. From that night I began to regularly indulge in lonely pleasures. I understood that it was wrong, but I could not do anything with the lust that enveloped me.

The main thing, of course, that saddened me was that I could never meet a man. After all, do not rush on the street on the first comer ...

It was in such a situation that I was when a friend gave me the address of a store where I had to come to work.

The store was really quite big. I was met by the hosts.They were forty years old. Agnes and Nicholas, as they were called, were tall beautiful people, confidently holding and filled with their own dignity. They have already hired one saleswoman - Luda is a full blonde of about thirty, and now they have one vacancy left.

I was considered meticulously, got acquainted thoroughly. We sat in the office, next to the trading floor, drank coffee from a Brazilian can and ate imported chocolate chip cookies. The hosts-spouses were attentive to me, they were delighted to learn that I had no trading experience. They needed it. "Less will have to relearn" - said Nikolay.

In preparation for the meeting, I carefully thought out my appearance. I chose a dark blue dress to the knees, slightly concealing my beginning to fullness, shoes with medium-sized heels, hair pulled back blue ribbon.

When we sat at a low table, I noticed that the eyes of both spouses are insistently examining me. Agnes' gaze rested on my knees, and I hurried to pull the edge of the skirt on them. Then the look of the hostess began to feel my chest under the dress, waist. This look was not concealed, self-confident. The same thing I noticed from the side of Nicholas. Embarrassed by such frank appraising glances, I cringed. The conversation at this time, as if nothing had happened, was conducted around my forthcoming work. Just then I was called the amount of my salary, and she more than arranged for me. But here Agnes said: “Now everything is clear. Tomorrow you can start work. We take you, and we hope that you will like it with us. "

Then, after making a decision that delighted me, Agnes looked at each other with her husband and grinned. At the same time I noticed how tough her grin. It is not typical of women of this type, and not tally with the beauty of Agnes. “Now what ... You needlessly dressed so modestly. This dress hides your figure, and low heels make walking less attractive. For the saleswoman it is very important. We want to look at you more closely. Well, get up and walk in front of us. ”

Embarrassed by this proposal, I still got up and took a few steps around the office. Then walked back. Agnes was dissatisfied, “no, that won't do. This we do not like. Really? ”She turned to her husband. Nicholas agreed nod.

“First, raise the dress. Yes, yes, like that with your fingers. Raise it higher so that we can take a good look at your legs. And you need to work on your gait. You have enough seductive hips. You have to wiggle them when walking. "

I lifted the dress, exposing my legs in pantyhose to the middle of my thigh, and walked around the room under evaluating critical views, shaking my large hips. I did not like it, or rather, I was embarrassed. Besides, when I turned around, I saw that the door opened silently, and the saleswoman Lyuda was standing on the threshold and there was another man with her whom I ns knew. They also looked at me. Apparently, they liked how I fulfilled the request of Agnes, because they smiled approvingly and clapped.

“You know, Agnes, it seems to Tolya and me that there will be a sense of our new girl. Is it true, dear? ”Said Luda, and turned to the man standing next to her, a tall and thin young man with a black mustache. As I later learned, he was Luda's lover, and he went to the store very often. Actually, I realized the same day that both couples are friends of families, and are already linked with each other for a long time, so I was the only person "from the side". That's why they were not shy about each other, the notions of “owner” and “seller” applied only to me, and all the others were, as they say, “their people”. So often happens in a small business, which often has a pronounced family character.

In a word, it became clear to me that I would be “Training”, and that I would have to be patient if I wanted to keep this place. Agnes praised my progress in walking, and then said, when I was still standing in front of her: “Well, now you are almost completely prepared. You understand what we wanted to tell you.Our saleswoman should be just a candy, ...