Whores and Pimps - Part I

Finally! Angie exclaimed holding up her prize after what seemed like eternity as she waded through a sea of blouses and tops.

It was a sheer nylon leopard-skin patterned, longsleeved blouse and it was perfect to go with the black leather miniskirt.

Right lets get you sorted brother of mine; go and wait by the fitting room. Angie dictated and stormed off back towards the skirts.

A few minutes later Angie returned with the floor supervisor; her arms loaded with clothing.

I've got the skirt and blouse in size fourteen and sixteen, she said Try them on in there and make sure they fit properly; can you do that?

I know, she went on, take this in with you and try to make sure you look as good as the girl in the photo, she said, handing him the picture of Janet Petteflet.

Malcolm went into the booth knowing that the size 14 skirt would be perfect; and it was. The size 14 blouse was too short in the sleeves and tight in the shoulders; the size 16 would have to do even though he would have preferred it to be tighter around the waist. Malcolm came out of the fitting room and handed his selections to Angie and the others to the floor supervisor. Angie wasted no time and dragged him over towards the footwear department.

The fucking blouses button up the wrong way, Malcolm whined; again pretending ignorance in the matter of female attire.

No they don't; men's shirts button up the wrong fucking way, you lummox, she quipped, and continued to drag him along by his sleeve.

When they got to the ladies footwear section it was blessedly easy. Angie went straight to a pair of black, patent leather, high heeled sandals. Malcolm made a stupid gaffe as Angie looked at a size chart,

Size ten, Malcolm said, not thinking of the consequences.

Angie spun around and looked him quizzically. Malcolm blushed a deep red and stammered,

I read somewhere that women's sizes are two sizes smaller than men's. You know it's one of those bits of useless information you pick up, he offered as an explanation.