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[damianjasonthorne]

Damian stood at the cash register at Victoria's Secret. He leant on the counter watching some of the ladies wandering around. He did love his job. There was nothing better for him than to watch some beautiful ladies shopping around for lingerie and underwear. All he did wish was that he could see what the little pieces of lingerie looked like on them. Right now, though, he had to sit there at the counter and just watch them flip through every single thing in the store. Then, they would come over and buy it. They would flirt with him and he would flirt right back. He remembered those days when he used to do that, but it was way different now. The only woman he had his eye on in this store was his manager, Ronnie. That was the the only lady he cared about seeing right now. He was sure that if he looked around, he would see her helping some woman that didn't know the least bit about shopping in Victoria's Secret. He wondered how the hell some of these women even got in there. He wondered who they were buying lingerie for. There was no way they did have anybody to buy it for. Of course Damian did not want to be rude, so he never said anything. He would just hurry up and ring up their clothes and get on with his day. Sometimes, his day was boring and sometimes ti was entertaining.

He remembered that one time where that cute little nineteen year old came in the store and didn't know what to do. She came up to the counter and asked him what bra size she was. He was the happiest man on earth at that time. He really did not expect her to cup those voluptuous breasts she had and ask for his assistance. He just had to help her with her little problem. He was really going to help her. She had had a cute little pout on her face because she did not know. He was sure that she was one of those people that never lifted a pinky in her life. She probably had a personal shopper and then, one day she decided to get up otu of her bed and do her own shopping. Damian, however, did not care what her reason was. He was just glad he was getting a close look at those tetas she had.

Damian was pulled out of his thoughts by a lady dropping all of her stuff on the counter. He looked toward her and started ringing her things up on the cash register. Nothing better than being a cashier, he thought.

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Notes: not my best. next posts will be higher. i'm not really a starter.

[RONNIE LEIGH AVALON]

in all honesty, ronnie leigh avalon hated coming to work. it had nothing to do with the job itself though. handling lingerie and ringing in through people's purchases was fine by here. that was the easy part. it was dealing with the people that came through the store that drove ronnie nuts. half of them had no idea what the hell they were looking for. although, she found it pretty cute when a guy came into the store, clueless as to what to buy his girlfriend and such. she couldn't help but laugh when men like that came in, and she was usually the first one their to help them out. but, if you were a woman, then you sure as hell needed to understand what size you were, especially if you were older then the age of sixteen. she found it extremely pathetic when twenty five year olds came through the store not knowing what size they were. ronnie just couldn't believe them. you've had boobs for how long and you don't know what cup size you are? she felt like saying that every time some older woman asked her, but she bit her tongue and shoved them in damian's direction. yeah, he actually enjoyed helping woman out with that specific problem. go figure.

now, here ronnie was. standing in the middle of victoria's secret, trying to help a woman out. she had wanted to surprise her boyfriend with some fancy lingerie for the evening and wanted help from ronnie. of course, ronnie didn't exactly know what to suggest to her, and every suggestion that came out of her mouth seemed to be shut down by "it's not my color" or even the "i don't think i'd look good in that." ronnie couldn't help but roll her eyes slightly after every time she denied one of her suggestions. "how about lace?" she suggested. "can't go wrong with nice, pink lace. right?" a small smile crept onto her face as the woman pondered the idea, before giving a small nod of approval. "great. i'll be around if you need anymore help." she sent a small smile towards the woman, before walking off in the direction of the counter.

ronnie couldn't help but mutter a few things underneath her breath as she spotted damian behind the counter. oh god, did that boy ever make her mad. they were always constantly bickering over the dumbest things, and it was usually ronnie who would end up walking away, getting mad. most of the other workers found working with the two entertaining, although ronnie didn't find it entertaining in the slightest. she watched the woman damian was serving walk off with her bags, arching and eyebrow in his direction as she leaned on the counter in front of him. "wow, didn't even hit on her? i must say, mr. thorne, i am surprised."