Before I could respond, she emerged wearing a translucent body stocking over her beige knee-high compression socks. She struck a pose. A customer screamed softly near the thong display. My manager peeked from the back room, then slowly retreated.
But the real nightmare wasn’t her. It was the other customer—a man my age, hiding behind a rack of chemises, filming everything on his phone while whisper-narrating: “And here we witness the breakdown of retail professionalism, folks. Subscribe for more.” The Lingerie Salesman S Worst Nightmare
I swallowed. “Ma’am, I’d recommend a soft-cup style for—” Before I could respond, she emerged wearing a