Confessions of a Boob Fluffer

She was our favorite customer, a busty blond with a killer body we were all envious of. If she weren’t such a nice person we would have hated her. She drove a cherry red corvette with personalized tags: Candy. At the strip club where she worked she had another name: The Snake Lady.

Candy came into Scarlett’s to shop about once a week. She was the most easy going customer we had. Candy knew what she wanted and had great taste in lingerie. She always wanted to know what was new and patiently waited while we showed her all the new lingerie that just came in. Candy always picked out a few new thongs and bras before shopping for outfits for her act at the strip club. Not only did she have great taste but she really knew how lingerie should fit and what looked good on her.

Candy flipped through racks of the skimpiest lingerie while we exchanged pleasantries. Kelly followed her collecting the pieces that Candy was interested in. While she shopped, Candy would regale us with her stripper stories. Since none of us were into reptiles, we were most curious about her snake.

“What kind of snake do you have?” asked Lori.

“I have a five foot long ball python. He’s really very sweet” Candy answered. “I’ve had this one for about two years. Before Boris, that’s his name, I had another ball python I performed with named Carl”.

“I just don’t get it. How do you take off your clothes while holding a python?” I asked. Seriously, who is that coordinated?

“Yeah, how do you do it? How do you strip off your clothes and still hang onto your snake?” Kelly asked. Apparently I wasn’t the only uncoordinated one in the store.

Candy laughed. “Boris is a pet and we practice at home first. Sometimes he’s a little cranky and things don’t go as planned. I just have to be able to work with his moods and I always protect him. If he doesn’t feel like performing then I only make a brief appearance with him before taking him backstage and putting him in his cage”.

“What does the audience think about Boris? I asked, still curious but not curious enough to want to own a snake.

“Well, the guys are always curious about Boris but mostly I think they just want me to take my clothes off. One time there was this loud obnoxious guy down front and I put Boris’s head right in his lap. That shut him up! He was so scared he was afraid to move! I could tell he was terrified he might loose the family jewels!” she said. Kelly, Laurie and I laughed nervously. Having no “family jewels” to loose I still wouldn’t want a python head in my lap.

“This is cute! Is it new?” she said holding up a two piece black net lace set adorned in red and black feathers. “I think I’ll try it on”. Without waiting for an answer she disappeared into the dressing room. Kelly trailed after her carrying at least a dozen other items Candy had picked out.

For the next half hour Kelly zoomed in and out of the dressing room bringing Candy things to try on.

“How’s it going in there?” I asked Kelly on one of her trips for another piece of lingerie.

“Good, I think we’re almost there” she answered.

About 10 minutes later, Candy came out of the dressing room wearing the feather adorned black net lace outfit.

“How do you think this looks?” she asked. We gushed over how fantastic it looked. And it did!

“I think this would be perfect to wear with Boris” she said.

“It definitely would lend an exotic air to an already exotic act” I said.

“I think Boris will like this. I’ll take it” she said as she went back into the dressing room.

A few minutes later she came out of the fitting room. “I’ll take these bras and panties too” she said.

We started gossiping about the different dancers who came into to shop. Candy knew most of the dancers in town and we had met quite a few of them shopping at Scarlett’s.

“What’s up with all the implants? Some of those women are so tiny and have such huge fake looking boobs” Kelly asked.

“Well, you have to understand. Part of the job is creating the illusion of the ultimate male fantasy woman. And men love boobs so it kinda goes with the territory to get bigger ones once you can afford them. Plus your tips go up in proportion to your cup size” Candy answered.

“Yeah, but some of them are so fake looking. Like headlights stuck to their chests! It almost looks painful” Lori countered.

“Well, not all implants are fake looking. I think mine look pretty damn good. I paid a lot of money for them so they would look natural” Candy replied. We all stared at Candy’s boobs. I don’t think any of us had a clue they were fake. What were we thinking? She’s a stripper! Of course they would be fake.

“No way!” Lori exclaimed. “I wouldn’t have guessed! There’s just no way!”

“Sure, there fake. I’ll show you and you tell me if you can tell” Candy said. She disappeared back into the dressing room. We all stood there staring at each other. I elbowed Kelly.

“What the hell were you thinking when you brought that up?” I hissed. She shrugged and held a finger gun to her head and pulled the trigger.

A few minutes later Candy called us all back into the fitting room. She stood there with her top off showing us the most spectacular pair of boobs I’d ever seen, real or otherwise. Believe me, I knew boobs. I’d fitted a lot of women into bras and had seen a lot of boobs. Candy’s were the best looking ones I’d ever seen. I was jealous!

But of course, we all stood there like the idiots we were staring at her boobs. Finally Kelly articulated what we were all thinking “Those are the best damn boobs I’ve ever seen” she said.

“Can you twirl tassels with those?” I asked. Lori elbowed me in the ribs. I looked at her and said “Hey inquiring minds wanna know”. Not real original but I really did want to know.

“Yeah, sure I can” Candy answered. “If you have some pasties with tassels I could show you how”.

I zipped out of the fitting room into the stock room and started rooting through boxes of inventory. I came back into the fitting room with a pair of blue velvet tasseled pasties and some spirit glue. “Do you mind?” I asked giving her an out.

“No, I don’t mind one bit. Maybe I can give you all a new trick to impress your man with” she said. In a few seconds she had glued both pasties onto her boobs. They gave her the air of an old fashioned 1940’s burlesque dancer.

She looked up at us, smiled and began to shimmy from side to side. Slowly the tassels started to twirl in opposing directions like twin propellors ready for take off.

“Woohoo!” I shrieked clapping appreciatively. Lori clapped with me while Kelly wolf whistled her approval.

Candy stopped twirling her tassels and said with a smile “Maybe the next time I can give you lessons on stripping with a snake”.

“Um, yeah, sure, uh, next time. Sure, bring Boris with you” I quavered. “That would be great”.