Confessions of a Boob Fluffer

With his short haircut and perfect trim posture, I could tell he was a soldier from the local army base. Like most men, he looked around nervously, hovering near the entrance in case he needed to make a fast getaway.

Lori and I were engaged in some girl talk barely paying him any attention. We were used to the hesitant behavior of men who entered the store. We knew once they were acclimated to their surroundings they would come to us for help. No sense in scaring them away by acknowledging them. Eventually he approached us. Still, he didn’t say anything and veered off to look at a rack of g-strings.

What seemed like fifteen minutes later we realized we’d forgotten about the customer and broke off our conversation to look for him. Lori found him behind a rack of teddies and baby dolls, several of which he clutched in his hand.

“Those are some really cute ones you’ve picked out” she said holding up three black lace teddies, one with satin bow tied slits over the breasts and crotch areas. “Do you have the right size?”

“My wife is a size 32” he replied.

“Oh, she’s a plus size?” lori asked.

“Oh no, she’s a size 32 in the waist” he answered.

“Um, well, teddies aren’t really sold by waist size but if that’s her waist size she’s probably a large or maybe extra large. What sizes do you have there.” she said grabbing the teddies out of his hands. “These are all mediums. Here, let me switch these for a size large so they’ll fit.”

She quickly switched sizes on the teddies he had picked out. “Do you want me to put these on the counter while you look some more?” she asked.

“Uh, that’s ok. I’m ready to pay. I’m kinda in a hurry.” he answered looking nervously around the store again. This was a sure sign to get him to the register to pay before he bolted from the store.

Lori carried them to the counter and rang up his purchases. “Are you from the military base?” she asked while he waited.

“Um, yeah, I’m kinda in a hurry ” he barely repeated not looking up. He quickly paid, grabbed the bag, practically running out the door.

“He was a little nervous” I said solemnly, smirking a bit.

“Well, you know how guys get in this store. They’re always nervous in here. I don’t think Sarg was any more nervous than the other guys who shop here” she said casually dismissing him.

“Sarg?” I said.

“Yeah, Sarg. That’s my pet name for our new customer” she smiled.

Two weeks later it was military pay weekend again and the store was busy with Army guys buying lingerie for their wives and girlfriends. On Saturday evening when the store traffic had died down, our new customer Sarg entered the store hovering near the entrance again. Lori and I were working together again that night and she called out to him “Hey! You’re back! We got in some new teddies since you were last here. Let me know if you want to see them.” he nodded his head and disappeared behind a rack of long gowns.

Lori and I resumed our girl talk. About 10 minutes later Lori said “Let me go check on Sarg and see how he is doing”. She drifted over to the rack he was perusing. Like on his last visit he was holding several teddies.

“Do you have the right size in these?” she asked as she flipped through the three teddies, one pink lace, one white lace and one in red lace, checking sizes.

“Um, I think so” he replied shyly.

“So what else can I help you find?” she asked. “You know we carry more than just teddies.”

“Um, I think this is good. I’ll just take these. I’m kinda in a hurry” he answered taking his purchases to the counter. He paid and left quickly like the last time.

“Wow, his wife is one lucky lady. I wish my husband would buy me lingerie as often as he does” Lori said.

“Strange bird, but easy money, I guess” I said, ever the business woman.

Two weeks later it was military weekend again and like the two previous pay weekends, Sarg showed up on saturday evening. Once again, Lori and I were working and, once again, engaged in a little girl talk when Sarg entered.

We greeted him like we usually did by ignoring him and went back to our conversation. After a little while Lori went over to our new regular customer sarg to see if he needed help. He was, as usual, hiding behind a rack of lingerie.

“Still looking for teddies?” she asked him.

“I, um, was thinking about a garter belt and stockings. Do you have one in a size 32?” he asked.

“I’m sure we can find something” she replied snagging a measuring tape on her way to the rack of garter belts.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked. “Do you want lace or satin? Black or red or white? Maybe a pastel?”

“Um, I, uh, was thinking, uh, maybe black lace” he replied. “And black stockings with the seams up the back”.

“Sure, we’ve got that” she said measuring large black lace garter belts to make sure they would fit a 32 inch waist. “We have several garter belts that will fit a 32 inch waist. We have satin and lace and a mixture of satin and lace. Here’s one with ruffles. And here’s some black seamed stockings.”

“I’ll take all of them” he answered scooping them out of her hands and carrying them to the counter. Lori rang him up and he darted out the door with his purchases barely saying “Thanks” as he sprinted for the door.

“Don’t you think it’s a little strange that he buys lingerie to fit a size 32 inch waist?” I asked her.

“Well maybe his wife really does have a 32 inch waist and that’s how he’s comfortable buying for her” she answered. “You know how strange men are when they shop in here”.

“Still” I persisted “something seems a little off”

Two weeks later, another military pay weekend and Sarg was back. Once again Lori greeted her new regular customer who was hiding behind a rack of bras.

“Hey! You’re back!” she said. “What can I help you find this week?”.

“I, uh, was thinking about a corset. That’s one of those things that fits snug around your chest with garters, right?” he replied.

“Yeah, corset, bustier, same thing” Lori replied.

“Size 32 inch waist” he replied back.

“Ok, I can help you with that” she answered once again grabbing a tape measure.

They walked over to a rack of bustiers and started flipping through them. “What did you have in mind?” she asked. “Satin, lace, sheer, white, pink, red, black?”.

“Uh, black lace” he stammered. “32 inch waist”.

Lori pulled out several black lace bustiers measuring to make sure they would fit a 32 inch waist. “Any of these catch your eye?” she asked.

“Uh, um, well, they’re all nice. Could I try them on?” he whispered.

“Eh, yeah, sure” she replied. “We usually don’t let men in the fitting room but since no one is here go right ahead” she said, ever the professional though I could see she was stifling a smile. She led him back to the fitting room with the bustiers. “Let me know if you need some help with these”.

I looked up from some paper work I was doing at the counter and before I could say anything she said “Don’t even” glaring at me.

I couldn’t resist “I told you something was a little bit off with your buddy Sarg!”

“So he’s in the military and he’s a cross dresser” she said. “Different strokes”.

“Huh, yeah, different strokes. His money is still good here” I shrugged.

“No reason to be bitchy” she answered back. “ We cater to all persuasions here”. Lori believed everyone was pure of heart no matter what their intention. And who knew what Sarg’s intentions were with all the lingerie he was buying.

“I don’t care what he does with the stuff when he gets back to his barracks” I said giggling at the thought.

Lori huffed off to the fitting room and called back to him asking if he needed anything. He answered no and a few minutes later came out of the fitting room with the corset he wanted. “I’ll take this one. Do you have any fishnet stockings?”

Lori added on a pair of fishnet stockings to his total. He paid for his purchases and hustled out the door.

Once again, two weeks later, Sarg came in to shop. Lori pounced on him the minute he walked in the door. “What can I show you this week?” she asked.

“I’m looking for a long silky gown” he answered looking her in the eye this time.

“Size 32 inch waist?” she asked.

“Yep” he replied.

Every two weeks after that Sarg came in to shop in our store for sexy things to wear, possibly under his military uniform until he was transferred to a different military base. I think Lori missed her new regular customer.