[kevan]

      "I'm sorry, we're closed!"
       And that should have been the end....BUT .....perhaps looking back it was just the start....of "Tsunami" of business, bucks, and battlin' beauties.... and well....Let's get back to the story.
      "But Ma'am, we just want to check out these..."
      "All right, let me see." Bobbi smiled out of sheer politeness, stepped aside as the two women pushed their way in. One (the Stepmom) seemed even more flustered and irritated than the daughter. Stepmom was perhaps a bit older than mid-fortyish (Hard to say-she loved Spas; tried out most over all the country-and Europe). That's what beautiful "trophy" wives do.....
       "My dear Mother (pure sarcasm on the Dear part) and I would like to see these two items. One was a most elegant bra and panty set, the other a one piece rather modest teddy.
       "I'm sorry but the clothing boutique and lingerie section IS CLOSED." Bobbi insisted. The gorgeous middleaged redhead didn't really look her age, but today she felt it. It had been a "Bad Hair Day." Yes it took alot of work to make her beautiful red hair manageble; most every client in the whole spa all day longggg had been either bitchy or hard to please. There were even spats between workers, managers and some most rude verbal exchanges amongst some of the clients.
        Bobbi smiled as she thought of a brief hair pulling tussle between two blondes in the sauna. The workout room and sauna and whirlpool were Bobbi's territory. "Barry would have loved it," Bobbi mused. Her hubby for some reason that she could never figure out, just loved it when any form of a female vs female fight was even a possibility. She kind of thought it was funny-but though she never thought of it as erotic she loved the benefits.....That big stiffy....the hot sweaty....erotic paradise...."Ummmmm" she silently moaned to herself-
         "Excuse me-But We really want to see these items....My er-uh-ummm-lovely sweet daughter here wants to make it legal-you will help us right?" the stepmom almost demanded in her request.
         "Right through this door-you will see the items to your left," Bobbi said.
         "Thanks lady-you're just tooooo kind," the younger woman sneered as she rudely pushed past Bobbi.   
         "Uhhhhhh," Bobbi suddenly gasped. More in surprise than anything. Aa the younger woman rudely pushed Bobbi aside she pressed her chest into the older woman's chest. A rock hard nipple crushed into Bobbi's huge left breast. The younger woman's hand flashed upwards and she gave Bobbi's other breast a lightning fast squeeze.
         "B-bbbbb be careful with the merchandise; if you damage it you buy it," Bobbi stammered as she watched both Stepmom and younger daughter rush into the display area and almost pounce on their first selection.
           Bobbi stepped back, turned and went towards the register. She felt flushed. That couldn't have been deliberate; she must have imagined it. When the younger rude woman touched her she felt like a huge electrical shock had hit her-kind of erotic. She slowly returned to the door; both women were debating; no arguing.
          She held her breath; what if they came to blows. She stared at the two women. The younger woman was one of prettiest women Bobbi had ever seen. Long willowy brown hair; lovely face, dark eyes, and what a rack; Bobbi blushed; she rarely said "rack" but her hubby did. This young beauty had the firmest breasts-"Why am I thinking of such things?" Bobbi chided herself.
         "I'm going to try this on-disagree and I'll pull your hair out," the young woman said menacingly as she took the bra, panties and garter and stocking selection down and headed for the dressing room.
          "Like hell you will-You touch my hair you little pampered slut and I'll knock your head off," the older Step Mom snarled back. Bobbi glanced at the older woman; she was built, almost as big as herself. Bobbi smiled-she noticed a thick erect nipple pushing out of the older woman's elegant but amazingly sheer expensive top. Low cut blouse.....two buttons unbuttoned-intentional? What the hell was going on here. Bobbi gazed-just long enough to take an educated guess at the partially revealed bra-she knew the designer.....
  "These women have to be loaded-glad I opened up to them-the door-that is...." Bobbi smiled; She'd handle some paperwork-while they "shopped."

[rawhide]

Can't wait for the proverbial "rest of the story."

[kevan]

        "EX-Cusssse Me, Ma'am!"
         Startled, Bobbi looked up. The older woman was staring at her, holding a gorgeous (and the most pricey item in the store) light purplish blue one piece teddy; low cut, rather "modest."
         "My name is Marla and I want to try this on-okay withyou Ma'am?"  the StepMom seemed to be egging for at minimum an argument-but why? Bobbi bit back the impulse to retaliate-verbally that is....she glanced at the woman's painted nails (too much glitz for an old broad?); they were immaculate and looked sharp....
         "Why of course-we aim to please ALL of our customers," Bobbi said trying hard to sound sincere. Marla gave her a smirk, licked her pouty lips and stomped off.
         Bobbi was angry; her cell phone rang; it was her hubby. He was irritable but sounded drunk and kind of horney.
        "Whacha doin' sweety?" Bobbi asked wishing she was with him.
        "Oh, not much-just watchin' the tube."
         Bobbi smiled; she could always tell when her hubby wasn't telling her everything. She knew he was really enjoying what he was watching....she listened intently....
        "Yeah, I just bet your show is good and fun, right?" Bobbi lightly snickered. She had great ears!
        She heard 'em; just barely, but she heard; the angry sounds; the yelling, the screaming, the shouting; the Pop Pop sounds of perhaps slaps or punches; the desperate moans, the sound of fabric being shredded.
         "When I get home-Well, I'll be late....er....uhhhh...Just ignore that noise okay sweetie..." Bobbi's face suddenly flushed. Louder signs of anger; threats; cattiness....not from her hubbies "volume turned suddenly down" TV but coming from THAT room in the boutique.
         "What was that I heard?" Hubbby said....his ears suddenly perking up.
         "Oh just a couple clients-having a discussion," Bobbi said, trying to ignore the increasing angry shouting across the room.
         "Gotta go babe-see you later."
         Bobbi clicked the call off; she swallowed hard; felt a little worried, no more like anxious. Whatever should she do? Ignore the now all out Verbal Battle....Notify the security company?
         Suddenly the shouting stopped; My was it quiet.
         Bobbi got up out of her chair, quickly stacked her paperwork and headed towards the "Shoppers Paradise" section.....she was hoping for the best.
         "Whack, Whack." Now that was a slap, once, twice, three times.
         A thunk.
         "Uhhhhhhh-Ohhhhhh."  A punch to the gut? Who got hit? Mommie dearest or Young Hottie? Bobbi kind of hoped that the "Old Broad" was on the receiving end...But....she seemed mean as hell.
         The gorgeous redheaded spa manager slowed down her pace; Did she really wanna see? What if they would destroy the boutique? Seriously hurt each other? Or attack her?
        "No this will all be fine, just fine; I can handle this," Bobbi thought.
        "Ouccccch...let me go...stop it...stop pulling my hair...." Now that was young hottie furiously protesting....Bobbi smiled. She suddenly wondered..."I wonder if the old broad will win? Maybe she'll strip the hot little bitch....No...better yet, maybe young hottie will strip her?" Bobbi had to snap out of this kind of thinking....She was the manager/owner. No violence...No destruction...no money lost....no legal hassles...no police...No....
         Whack. Whack. Then a "Thwack?" What was that? Who did it?
         Screaming. Gasping. Grunting. A thunk. More gasping, groaning. Muffled whimpers-Was it the older battleax or the young daughter?
         Crash. The sound of a falling display perhaps?
         Bobbi winced. Money. Money. Oh noooo.
         "Okay I'm here....now Bobbi, open the door!"