This choice: Victoria Umbritch, rich, spoiled, teenage brat • Go Back...Chapter #4Victoria Umbritch, rich, spoiled, teenage brat by: Snoogins   Accompanied by the musical jingling of the doorbell, Victoria Umbritch made her entrance, flanked on either side by her friends Judy and Tess. Judy was a tall blonde girl with a lanky figure and long silky hair. Tess had curly, fiery red hair and was of medium height with a shapely figure. Both girls seemed to have their heads buried completely in their cellphones, with only Victoria face up and attentive. Vicky was the shortest of the three, but definitely the most strikingly beautiful. Her long, raven dark hair flowed down well past her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her eyes shone like polished blue stones against her fair and flawless skin. Her figure was slight, thin and petite, but she filled out the short black dress she wore quite well, and exuded an aura of confidence, class and good breeding that lead Isabel to the conclusion that this girl definitely belonged in a store like this. She had her first customer. "Better not screw it up..." she resolved to herself.
Stepping out from behind the desk, Isabel approached with her best radiant smile blooming on her lips. Hand outstretched, she said "Welcome to Lebratte! How can I help you?"
But, much to Isabel's dismay, the snooty beauty walked right passed her, proceeding to the rear of the store at a leisurely pace. "I'm here for some new clothes, duh!" A look of consternation now twisting on her face, Isabel forced the smile back and turned around to follow her.
"Well, of course!" Isabel said, doing her best to sound apologetic for asking such a silly question. "But, if you don't mind my asking, what kind of clothes are you looking for?"
At this, Vicky stopped in her tracks. Turning around, she regarded Isabel with annoyed contempt. She looked her up and down as if seeing her for the first time since walking in, measured her response and then spoke. "I haven't seen you before, so you must be new. Okay, here's how it goes. I don't know what I want yet exactly. That's why I come to a place like this. The quality is such that you can't easily go wrong, and the help is good enough that shopping is usually a dream rather than a chore. Don't make this a chore... Miss..."
"...You can call me Isabel..." she replied.
"Isabel... right." Victoria said. "Okay Isabel, I'm going to head back to the VIP changing room, and you're going to meet me there with a wide selection of clothes that you think would look good on me. I'm trusting in your judgement Isabel. Don't disappoint me. Also, don't keep me waiting."
"Not a problem Miss!" Isabel knew that the VIP room was reserved only for select clients. She'd have to check if there was a Vicky on the list without calling her character into question. "I'll just go behind the counter and grab the key! It'll only take a..."
"No need to bother." Victoria said dangling a key from between her dainty fingers. "I have my own."
Well, that settled that! As Victoria disappeared into the changing room, Isabel began scrambling around the store grabbing every piece of clothing she thought might conceivably look good on her first customer. When she was through, she had a stack of clothes piled up in her arms that obscured her vision. Tess and Judy couldn't help but giggle as they watched her stumble towards the back, struggling with the mountain of clothes meant for their friend.
After pushing upen the door, Isabel staggered in backwards, quickly depositing the pile of clothing on a nearby bench. Turing around to greet her customer, her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. There sitting before her was Victory Umbritch, totally nude and seated demurely on a cushioned stool at the center of the room with her legs crossed elegantly one over the other. Her painted toes curled slightly but noticeably as Isabel regarded her, the ghost of a mischievous smile beginning at the corners of her mouth. "Is something the matter, Isabel?" She purred.
This was kind of tricky. Should she say nothing and just act like this was normal? Heck, maybe it was! Isabel had never been in a clothing joint this fancy before! Maybe it was just routine to get totally naked while waiting for service at Lebratte! She was sure the store manager would have covered it though! Maybe this was one of those eccentricities her boss had warned her about... that being the case, she decided not to call too much attention to it. Once agin forcing a smile back onto her face, she turned and began sifting through the clothes. "We have some very nice fashions here Victoria, and I think they'll all look absolutely fabulous on you! Lets start off with..."
"Ahem!" Vicky interrupted. Freezing in her tracks, Isabel replied "Pardon?"
"I think a little bit of courtesy is in order, don't you?" the mean teen steamed.
"I'm... I'm not sure what you mean..." Isabel replied, honestly.
"Okay, look, I know your new, but don't play dumb, okay?" Vicky stabbed. "I took my clothes off for swiftness and convenience, but, quite naturally, the idea of being naked as a baby girl before the help irks me quite a bit. So, usually, I ask that the employee attending me strip down as well, as a sign of deference. That sounds fair to you, doesn't it?"
"You.. you want me to strip naked for you?" Isabel mumbled in disbelief.
"Well, it just wouldn't be right for the customer, especially one of my stature, to be naked while a mere store clerk gets to parade around in the best fashion this fine store can supply, would it? That just sounds backwards!"
"I-I don't.... It's not that...hmmm..." Isabel stumbled and stammered. She really didn't know what to say.
"Alright, I'll make it simple for you." Victoria began. "We can have a good day, or a bad day. If you take off your clothes, I'll very happily try on clothes with you, and buy a fortunes worth of clothes. You'll be praised for a job well done, and treated to a very impressive commission, I assure you. Or, you can refuse to indulge me. Then, we can have a very bad day, proceeded by many bad days in which you'll be struggling to find a new job. Is that clear enough a choice for you, sweety?"
Isabel was stunned! She really wanted to make a good impression on her first day, but she had absolutely no intention of taking her clothes off for this psycho brat! Still, it was just her and another girl... and they were concealed inside a changing room... maybe it wouldn't be that big deal?
"It's not that complex a decision Isabel!" Vicky said, dashing Isabel's train of thoughts to bits. "Either you get buck naked within the next 30 seconds, or I leave, and you can kiss this job goodbye!"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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