 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Reader at on 19.10. at 03:21:03 - as answer to: That Night at Melbury's-Intro by Dep >>>>Melbury's, one of the last great old department stores, was quite an operation. Hundreds of people punched in each day to serve the customers, and maintain the store's reputation for style-setting.>>>>Todd worked with the display crew. He was twenty, taking a year off from college. Trying to raise the scratch for the music rig of his dreams. When he got back to school with that in his arsenal...>>>>TODD! The voice in his ear, sultry but impossibly loud, ricocheted inside Todd's skull for a few moments, as he shook his head. He turned to Natalie, massaging his ear.>>>>"Todd? Dude, where'd you go, there?" Natalie chuckled, her hands full of Mylar.>>>>"Oh, sorry, lack of sleep, you know.">>>>"Well, tell you what." Natalie smiled, her eyes sparkling. "I COULD, of course, make you hang all this dackdrop for the front windows, OR, i could give you the cush job, though I'm not sure you want it.">>>>"Heck yeah, I want it!" Todd interrupted. "Set me my task, My Queen...">>>>Natalie had a funny look on her face.>>>>Fifteen minutes later, Todd's face was the color of a McDonald's strawberry shake. He sat at the very back corner of the stockroom, oddly dizzy, and praying no-one would see him. Natalie had given him about a dozen pairs of brightly colored tights and an equal number of leg forms, and was told to dress them, then install them in hosiery.>>>>"You know," Natalie joked, "let them know that it's colored tights time again.">>>>"Thanks, cap'n." Todd smirked, smoothing deep purple nylon over the dummy leg.>>>>"Hey." Natalie said, with a chuckle.>>>>"What now?">>>>"You're good at that.">>>>Todd blushed to his roots.>>>>About half-an-hour later, Todd was in hosiery (the department, he had to keep saying,) his face hot with embarassment, putting together the display. The idea was to create a fan of leg forms, toes up, and dress them in a series of colors to suggest a rainbow (Todd remembered his old high schoolpal, Roy G. Biv, almost immediately.)>>>>The display was almost finished, but one nagging problem remained. There was no black or white leg. Natalie, whod c0me by to see how he was doing, (and to tease him a bit more, she'd be the first to admit,) suggested a black leg and a white one, set in the sort of position you see when a ballerina performs batterie (ha! got some on-topic c0ntent in there!), above the "fan" This did mean, however, that he would have to dress the new additions, and, according to the boss, do it right there, so she could see the thing take shape.>>>>"Hey, neat display!" Ivy, (who worked days in hosiery) exclaimed as she brought Todd the tights. "You think of this?" she asked, smoothing her mini over her own cream-colored semi-opaques.>>>>"Er...">>>>"He sure did, Ivy." Natalie butted in, lying.>>>>"And those are AWESOME tights! I mean, WOW! Look at the colors! Dressing's gonna be so much fun this fall...">>>>Now two girls from sportswear were looking over at them. The store was almost totally dead that afternoon, so they abandoned their posts (with the floor manager's permission, of course, after all, this IS Melbury's...) and came over to ogle the new hose.>>>>Ten minutes later, Todd found himself finally slipping the white tights over the second leg form. With about a dozen women talking about their hosiery around him. They c0mpared what they were wearing that day, elaborately praising or condemning their choice, and went nuts over the many colors of tights their employee discount would let them buy...>>>>Then one began joking (using the voice of the Melbury's radio c0mmercial, Juanita Melbury herself,) "At prices like these, you can put 'em on your husband, and he'll never lose one sock again..." The girls laughed, but then began talking about guys in tights. One said she can never concentrate on the ballet if there's a male dancer on. Another talked about a Hallowe'en party where she and her beau (dressed as Tinkerbell and Peter Pan, respectively,) made out at a party, and how she dug the feel of his butt in those green tights.>>>>Todd was swooning, the blood confused as to wether it should rush to his face or his groin. Enough decided to take the trip south, so he found himself hiding a real throbber behind the white-tighted fake leg. Imperfectly, it turned out. He caught sight of Ivy, staring intently at his groin. Her toes rippled gently but insistently against the thin straps of her shoes.>>>>Todd managed to finish the display, and made it home in time to slip into his own tights and plow his pillow, dreaming of every girl there holding him down, forcing his legs into those soft, soft tights, then holding him from behind while>>>>Next day, there was a bundle in his inbox (it was too big for the inbox, but you get what I mean...) It was giftwrapped, and bore a card reading simply: "To Todd. From the girls.">>>>He spent the whole day looking for signs from the girls in the store. Todd knew better than to open the thing at work, who knows what might be inside? While they elaborately praised his tights display (the store manager liked it a lot, so suddenly Todd was less squeamish about taking credit,) they offered few clues indeed as to what was in the package, or if indeed, they'd been involved in it's creation.>>>>That night, after dinner, he carefully opened the gift form "The girls," sitting crosslegged on his bed.>>>>Inside were a dozen pairs of tights. Each a different color, and each clearly labelled in a dozen (different! Todd thrilled) feminine hands. Each reading "Wear THESE on..." Followed by a date.-D (Pick a color, pick a girl, put ol' Todd happily through the wringer, that's the name of the game, Johhny...) Put him in a pair of royal blues for Ivy. I like this story, and I also like the other one. I want to read more of both. Answers to this message: 
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