Coming to join the two women on the sofa

coming to join the two women on the sofa

They also had another area of ​​concern. And this subject was Dolores, their employee. Indeed, the two young women wanted to give their future shop, a style made of quality, luxury, customer service. For this, they had agreed that the appearance of the saleswomen should be in keeping with the style of the shop.

For them, there was no problem, they liked and knew how to dress elegantly and sexy without ever being vulgar. The difficulty came from their saleswoman, Dolores. The young woman was already Monique’s employee before Angelique bought her shop. Angelique had kept it and Dolores gave all satisfaction in his work. The concern, shared by Angélique and Katia, was that Dolores, despite all her qualities had a look that matched little with what they expected.

A small brunette in her forties, she always wore flat shoes that hugged her figure. She did not seem to care about fashion and even less about her appearance, dressing throughout the year with navy blue, brown or gray skirts, which came to her below the knee, and sweater end-sleeved. neck in shades as dull as his skirts. No jewels, no make-up and half-long hair completed this tasteless picture.

To this we had to add, thick thick-rimmed glasses that ate his face. Dolores went so unnoticed that often the new clients did not notice her when she was not at the checkout.
Yet, discussing this, Angélique and Katia had agreed that Dolores could be very pretty if she would take the trouble. They had made this finding recently, while one night after the closing, Dolores had asked to buy some underwear before they were sold.

She had obviously chosen rather wise pieces, all simple and the two young women had then had the opportunity to see her in undress. Dolores was much less flabby than she appeared. Her legs were beautiful, well drawn with fine ties, her broad hips framed a small round belly, her beautiful, round chest stood well.

The two young women had decided to talk to Dolores and encourage her to dress differently. They were ready to share their advice. They were just waiting for the right moment. It happened when the shop closed after the sales to do the work of meeting the two stores, they had all three emptied the shelves and everything stored in the reserve. In the late afternoon, they were all three in the office to drink a well deserved coffee. They took place on the sofa and the two armchairs that furnished a corner of the room redone.

Angelica began:
Dolores, we would like to talk to you.
Ah. What is there ? Dolores asked, worried.
Nothing serious but Katia and I think it’s important.
You know the orientations, the style that we want to give to our shop. Continued Katia.

Yes of course. You told me about it so often. Answered Dolores.
Indeed, it is something that we hold dear. Repeated Angelica. And we would like to tell you, frankly that … how to say … especially do not take it badly … that your look, your way of dressing does not fit well with this new style. We are ready to give you advice if you want …

Angelique broke off as Dolores burst into tears. She looked at Katia, questioned her to see if she had said something hurtful, but her friend’s surprised pout made her realize that Katia was in the same misunderstanding as her. Angelique went to sit next to Dolores on the couch.
I’m sorry, Dolores, if I hurt you but it’s totally unintentional on my part.
And joining the gesture to the word, she put a little kiss on the cheek of Dolores covered with tears.

It’s nothing … you could not know … if I dress like that, it’s on purpose. Dolores replied between sobs.
And you want to tell us? Asked Katia coming to join the two women on the sofa and also kissing Dolores.
Dolores told them her story, her voice interrupted by sobs, which she sniffed as she sniffed.

She was born in Spain, near Seville, and lived there until she was seventeen. An older compatriot, who worked in France, had met her while he was vacationing in the country. He had married her and brought her to Paris. When, after a few years, they realized that they could not have children, his man had become alcoholic and violent. He was hitting his wife for no reason, especially when he had been drinking.

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