I come down the stairs to the waiting room, carefully avoiding the low ceiling where I've banged my head more than once, hearing voices below:
There's a mound on the rug in the center of the room: zipped bags of see-through, glistening plastic, wrapping wadded up color: red, green, blue; solids and patterns; white lace:
The uniform supplier has dropped off the month's scanties.
The whores squat round the fresh load, chattering excitedly as they pick through them.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 11/21/2005 06:24:00 PM
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Come Donder, come Blitzen? Snicker...
Seriously, I'm handicapped here because I'm ignorant of the terms; I don't know anything about clothing.
So any vocabulary assistance will be appreciated
The plastic bags are zipped and shaped, like the bags some sets of sheets come in.
And the uniforms are two piece, color coordinated, polyester, rather like modest swimsuits. The tops aren't bras in the sense that they don't offer any support; they are designed to tie and d untie, not clasp and unclasp. The bottoms arne't high cut at all. Not bikinis, more like a 50s swimsuit.
One of my continuing sources of amazement is that the uniforms are indeed far more modest and less revealing and indeed less sexy than the clothing worn by a typical teenage girl in the mall.
