Secret Moments 3
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| Synopsis: | A tale of forced lifestyle change where having lost his job, our hero has to adapt to his changed circumstances.
Part 3 of 8, a new home, new business, daylight robbery and a solution to the staff shortage. |
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Secret Moments 3
By
Lorna Elizabeth Black
Copyright - Lorna Elizabeth Black 2007
None of this work may be distributed as original by any other person or
group. Permission is given to redistribute this work in its entirety and
any credit is given to me as the original author.
Any resemblance between characters in this work and persons living or
dead is purely coincidental.
Be also advised, some of the storylines contain adult themes including
sex. If you are underage or if this offends, then please go elsewhere.
Linda discovered she has ways of persuading Christopher and more of
Sam's story is revealed.
Now read on
Chapter 7 - All Change
Over the next few days, although Christopher was still working, he had
little enthusiasm for this job, after all he was finished, he was
redundant at the end of the month. So he spent most of his last
remaining days arranging for his and Linda's future, a great deal of
time being spent negotiating with Helen's solicitors and his own about
the purchase of the shop and the flat, because they came as a joint
package.
The one problem he hadn't realised when he agreed to purchase was that
the only way he and Linda could raise sufficient capital was that they
would have to sell the house they had lived in for all these years. When
he told Linda this, he thought she might want to back out, which in a
lot of ways would have suited him, but instead Linda was really
enthusiastic confessing that she didn't really like the house and for
that matter the neighbourhood. Anyway they had purchased the flat, as
part of the package. Although they thought originally that they would
rent out the flat, Linda said that it would be ideal. So Christopher,
being really a creature of habit, was now in the situation of events
taking their own course and there was no way he could change things now.
The purchase price was agreed, the entry date was agreed and in between
all of this, Helen and Sam got married, had a short honeymoon and
departed for Australia. So there it was, Linda and Christopher were now
the owners of the shop, the lingerie shop.
Within days, the house Christopher and Linda had lived in, had an estate
agent's sign put up. One of their cars was sold since there was no way
they could afford to run both. They kept the older, which was also the
smaller of the two cars. This was the car that Linda had used when they
had the two cars.
Surprisingly, the house sold fairly quickly, much to Christopher's
relief because the last thing he needed right now was having to take out
bridging loans to cover the capital needed to buy the shop. So, now
there was definitely no way back.
Moving day came and along and with the usual traumas associated with
moving house, they finally moved into their new flat. It took a number
of days to get things into a reasonable shape, but Christopher, now
redundant, spent most of these days sorting out the flat while Linda had
the shop to run.
The first thing that Linda changed was the name. It now seemed totally
inappropriate to be the owners of a shop called "Helen's Lingerie".
Linda decided the shop would now be called "Secret Moments" and as such
got a sign writer in to do the necessary. She also had plans to change
the stock holding with more exclusive lines, perhaps looking for younger
customers with higher disposable incomes. At the moment, there were
still lots of lines in the shop that Linda had no intentions of re-
stocking, she would get rid of these items probably during sale time.
After a few weeks, the flat was now in a state they both wanted,
Christopher started seriously looking around for any kind of accountancy
work he could. He did manage to get some work but on a purely freelance
basis and it certainly wasn't regular. It did, however, bring in a
little extra cash and with the Christmas season not particularly far
away, and if the shop did well, then they could probably survive.
Linda, realising the changes Christopher had made to his way of living,
showed her gratitude many more times than just on Saturday nights. If
anything, they were a more loving couple than they had been for many a
year. So with the shop closed for the night and them both in the flat,
and the front door locked, many things went on behind these closed
doors, many things with Linda now always taking the dominant role with
Christopher submitting to anything, absolutely anything she wanted.
Linda was really beginning to enjoy this new lifestyle as the dominant
partner. In a lot of ways, Christopher, as well, was adapting well to
his enforced change of circumstances. The bit he liked the most was
being Linda's submissive partner in their re-discovered sex life. He
enjoyed being her sex slave as did she enjoy having him as her sex
slave. There was the slightest of doubt in Linda's mind about all this.
Why does Christopher submit so easily? She could account for the first
night she did this, as it was pure and utter seduction. Now, although
Linda often dressed in the same 'seduction' outfit, it was not always
necessary to got Christopher exactly where she wanted. The question she
kept asking herself was, "What does Christopher really want out of
life?"
Since, over all the previous years, really since they married, the pair
of them had in many ways grown distant with each other, Linda thought
that now Christopher no longer had to go out every day to work, she
could get closer to him, not purely on a sexual basis, but more on an
emotional basis. She knew that he had secrets locked away in his head
from his childhood. He never, for instance, would talk about his
childhood, always changing the subject whenever the matter came up.
There were things about her husband that she really would like to know
about because even after all their years of marriage, Linda did not
really know Christopher in many respects.
How else would he always insist in accompanying Linda on her shopping
expeditions?
Why did he always insist on Linda trying on everything and showing
Christopher, for his approval, before anything was bought?
What was actually going through his head at these times?
And now, what does he really want out of life?
Linda wanted these questions answered and now she felt the time was just
about right. How she intended obtaining these answers, she hadn't worked
out at this time.
Chapter 8 - Daylight Robbery
It was a Tuesday afternoon, it was more or less like every Tuesday
afternoon in the shop, and trade was just about average. There had been
the usual browsers, a few sales were made, usually nothing very
expensive, generally fairly routine stuff.
About half past three, a young man, in his mid twenties came into the
shop looking rather nervous. Linda didn't think too much about this
because she had seen the different reactions from men who came into the
shop usually looking for something for their partners. There were the
nervous, bashful types like the man who had just come in who generally
had no idea what they really wanted and certainly had no idea of size.
They tended to try to hide their presence because of embarrassment and
certainly they would not want their male mates to see them under any
circumstances. There were also the types of man who knew exactly what he
wanted to buy and knew the size he wanted. Whether the particular
garments were for that person's female partner or for himself, Linda
often wondered. But that was life and as far as she was concerned, if
they had the money and she had the goods, then she would sell them and
no questions asked. In fact she sometimes suggested to Christopher that
the shop was like a doctor's surgery and she was like a doctor ensuring
complete confidentiality about her clients.
The young man who had come into the shop, browsed nervously around the
displays of frilly underwear and night-dresses, occasionally touching
some of them. Linda thought she would leave him for a few moments to
allow him to gain a bit of confidence perhaps; anyway there was another
customer in the shop and the young man was looking away from the other
customer, almost in case he might be recognised. This other customer
actually never gave the young man a second glance. Anyway, the looking
and the touching went on for a few minutes longer, the other customer
left the shop and Linda said, "Can I help you?"
"No, just looking," was the nervous reply.
"Just give me a call if you need anything," Linda said.
With that she went behind the counter and started to check on some stock
sheets. Her head was bowed over the paperwork when the man approached
her, she never heard him. All she felt was her hair being grabbed and
her head being banged against the counter. After that it was all black
because for a few moments, Linda was knocked unconscious. When she came
too, she found herself slumped behind the counter feeling dazed. She
pulled herself to her feet, the man was gone, the till was open and the
day's takings were gone.
"Shit," she said.
Her first reaction was of anger but she thought she had better calm down
and approach this rationally. She picked up the telephone and phoned
Christopher who was upstairs in the flat.
"I've been robbed," Linda said rather tearfully over the phone.
"What!" was the reply from the other end.
Christopher put the phone immediately, ran out of the flat, letting the
front door slam behind him and ran downstairs. He rushed into the shop
and up to Linda and said,
"Are you all right? What happened to you head? Are you hurt?
"Yes, I'm fine. I've got a bang on my head but that will heal. It's more
my pride that's hurt, not recognising what that person was about."
"Have you phoned the police?"
"No, not yet."
"Right, I'll do it."
Christopher picked up the phone and dialled 999 to summon the police.
Two officers came round at the shop in about five minutes. Many
questions followed like, "Can you describe the robber?"
"How much money was taken?"
"And where were you at this time, sir?" a question directed at
Christopher.
After all the relevant questions had been asked and statements taken,
the police said that they held out little hope of recovery of the money
or for that matter, apprehension of the robber, because Linda could not
give a particularly good description, simply because she hadn't really
looked at him. The only other witness that might recognise the robber
was the other customer in the shop just before the incident but Linda
had no idea who she was as she was not one of Linda's regular customers.
Anyway she hadn't bought anything so she couldn't be traced. If she had
bought something and used a credit card or cheque then things might be
different. As far as she was concerned, it was Linda's pride that had
been hurt the most. All she really wanted was to forget it happened but
she was obliged to go through these formalities. The police recommended
that Linda should go to the local hospital to get the bump on her head
checked.
After the police had left, Christopher insisted that he take Linda to
the hospital. So, closing up the shop for the day, he drove Linda to the
casualty department of the local hospital. After a wait of about two
hours she was eventually checked over and discharged with no further
treatment required.
They returned home and Christopher helped Linda up the stairs to the
flat being still a little bit dazed. Once indoors, Christopher poured
Linda a brandy, made her sit down and try and unwind. She was in no mood
to argue she did this without hesitation.
"We must get you an assistant for the shop," Christopher said.
"Yes, I know, but we can't really afford it."
"I know, but we'll have to think of something. Is there no one you know
that could maybe help you just now until we can get things straight? You
know I would like to help in anyway I can."
"No, there's no one, although I think I have an idea."
"What idea?"
"I can't tell you just yet because I haven't worked out all the details.
It was an idea put into my head by Helen when she still had the shop.
When I've worked it out, I can assure you that you'll be the first to
know."
Christopher was intrigued by this but the answer would have to wait for
another day because Linda decided she wanted to go to bed after all the
traumas of the day.
Chapter 9 - The Solution
The next day, Linda felt well enough to open up the shop. She still felt
really uneasy about it but she knew that the shop being their only
steady source of income, she had to carry on. So that's what she did.
The one saving grace of this particular day was that, this was Wednesday
and Linda always closed on a Wednesday afternoon. Although Linda still
did this, most of the shops in the city centre stayed open. After an
uneventful and for that matter unprofitable morning, Linda closed the
shop for the rest of the day and returned to the flat.
"I really don't want you working down in that shop alone, not after the
robbery." Christopher said.
"I know, but at the moment, what's the alternative. The shop is our only
source of regular income and really, just now, the turnover is so low we
can't afford to take on any extra staff. I know business will pick up
just before Christmas, it always does, but that won't start for a few
weeks yet. So, for now, I'm just going to have to go back down there and
try and face it," Linda replied.
"I don't like it one little bit. I just wish I could assist in the
shop," Christopher went on.
"Well, remember that idea I mentioned last night."
"Yes, I do. You certainly intrigued me."
"Well, I think with your help, this idea could be the answer to our
problem," said Linda.
"What's that? You know I'll do anything to help," was the reply.
"Well my idea in a word is, you."
"Me, what do mean, me?"
"Well, as you just said, you wished you could assist me in the shop. So
why don't you become my assistant."
"I don't understand. You surely don't want me, a man, working in a shop
selling ladies underwear?"
"Yes I do, I think it will be ideal. For instance this will get over the
security problem with no extra costs. Surely you, being an accountant,
see the benefit of that."
"Yes, but be sensible, how could I possibly work down in the shop?
Surely that would put the customers right off?"
"Ah, I didn't say you should look like the way you look just now."
"I don't understand."
"Well with a few changes, I think I could make you look so that you are
acceptable to the customers."
"I still don't understand what you're getting at."
"In simple terms, I need another member of staff in the shop for
security purposes."
"Yes, but you need another member of staff who is female."
"Exactly."
"You don't mean that I become that female member of staff."
"Yes, you've got it at long last."
"No, I don't think so."
"Why not, you know we can't afford to take on someone else and you've
said you don't want me to be down in that shop alone after the robbery,
didn't you?"
"Of course I said I don't want you down in the shop on your own after
the robbery. But is there no other way?"
"Well I honestly think there is no other way. This to me is the only
logical solution."
"But surely we'd never get away with it. One look at me and they would
see straight away I'm a man."
"No, I don't think so. For a start you're not one of those big muscular
types so, I think you might be surprised what I can do with some
clothes, a wig and a little make-up. I reckon by the time I've finished,
you won't even recognise yourself. Anyway, I'm not asking you to serve
in the shop, only be there, in the background. You could for instance
set up the office in the back shop and work from there. I just need you
to be there and to let anyone know there is someone else in the shop.
The only thing is, of course, that person has to be female, for as you
said, a man working in the shop will put customers off, and that's the
last thing we need at this time."
"Well if that is all you want me to do, I suppose I could do that. I'm
still not sure you can change me though. Tell me one thing, what did
Helen have to do with this?"
"When she had the shop, she told me something."
"Yes, go on."
"Well she told me in confidence."
"Yes, but she's now in Australia."
"I suppose it will be all right."
"Go on."
"Sam is a transvestite."
"A what?"
"A transvestite."
"I know what a transvestite is but I would never have believed that
about Sam. So what does Helen think about all this?"
"She loves it. As far as she is concerned, it's the best thing that's
happened to both of them."
"Well, you live and learn."
"Will we carry on then?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Good, the thing is though, you're still going to have to look female,
even fairly close up."
"Why?"
"Well in case of any emergency, you've still got to look the part."
"I don't really like it, but it looks like I've no choice."
"Thank you. This is a great load off my mind. I can now make some
preparations. So, first, have you got the stock sheets for the stuff
that's not selling?"
"Yes, here they are" said Christopher, after shuffling amongst some
papers on the table.
"But what do you want them for?" Christopher continued.
"You'll see, but first I'm going to have to go to city centre for a few
things and I want to call in the shop on my way back. So while I'm out
you could make a start yourself by shaving off that moustache."
"You mean start all this now?"
"Yes, there's no time like the present, because I'll need you start
tomorrow, that just gives us the rest of today to get you prepared."
"I suppose."
"OK, now before I go out, I'm going to need some measurements, so slip
off you shirt and trousers please."
"Are you trying to humiliate me?"
"No don't be silly, I need to get some clothes for you, since you're a
different size from me, and I'm sure you want them to fit properly. I
think also in this case, it's my turn to do the choosing of clothes,
instead of you."
Linda went to her sewing box, got her measuring tape and started to
measure Christopher's 'vital statistics'.
"Bust, sorry, I mean chest, thirty-eight, waist, thirty, well that looks
like a size sixteen to me. You know that's the size I was when we got
married until two years ago. I'm a size twelve now and that's the size I
intend to stay at. Look I better hurry and go now before the shops
close, so off you go and shave off that moustache and we'll do the rest
later," Linda went on.
"Rest later," Christopher thought to himself, "What does she mean?"
To be continued