Jensoo Smut! Spread it! (converted fic)

Jennie

It’s funny how mothers always warn us about boys, but never about girls...

I was annoyed…

At first …

Then I was amused.

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I have lived in Midtown Manhattan for most of my adult life and Eugenia’s Creations just off Herald Square is my favorite boutique. I am a sexy girl and Eugenia designs specifically for me. I tend towards the slightly edgy side of strong tailored pieces, which means I don't do frilly stuff well. Nevertheless, I have a great appreciation for good design that is executed with style; wearable, functional clothing that doesn't overpower the wearer but definitely makes you stop and look.

On my last visit there, Eugenia helped me find the perfect dress for a particular occasion. It was a royal blue wrap dress. It was a bit pricey but I knew I would wear it because I absolutely loved it. No wonder they have three locations. One in Falls Church, Virginia, one in Toronto Canada and here in New York City. The trouble is, I have to avoid walking anywhere close to the boutique because I swear it has a magnetic pull that draws me in and forces me to spend more money.

This particular visit was on a Friday afternoon and I had taken off early from my business office downtown to sit for a final fitting for a custom-made suit. The boutique was busy that Friday, what with everyone looking for last minute weekend must-haves.

I walked into the store and waved to the staff at the front desk, then made my way to the rear of the store to find an unoccupied dressing room. Once in there I peeled off my jacket, slacks and blouse, took my business calendar from my purse and reviewed what impending work and social obligations were pressing.

So there I am, awaiting the arrival of a sales assistant while standing in the dressing room wearing nothing but my bra and high-waist nylon knickers. What a delightful word that is, ‘knickers’. I learned that from a good friend I have in England… But that is another story.

“I have your suit, Ma’am,” a youthful voice chirped.

Now I am usually served by one of the mature sales staff members who conscientiously go about their duties in a polite competent fashion but on this occasion, I was being addressed by a young teenage girl. She seemed a little out of place as teenage sales assistants are more usually found in the chain stores catering to teens, like Wet Seal or The Gap.

I thought she was attractive, in a rather conservative way. She was as tall as I was but very slender and wore a plain, blue, knee-length, half-sleeved dress and black flats. She had wonderfully long, shiny light brown hair that appeared to be tortured into a tightly curled Princess Lea type Danish bun on the back of her head. I thought that while not too flattering, it was perhaps practical.

The nametag on the front of her dress said, Jennie.

Jennie was attentive and very obliging. She fetched, carried, and fussed around me, but with this girl, it was all a bit much. I thought she was too accommodating and too fussy with everything. What was annoying me the most was that she was ‘mamming’ me to tears.

“Yes Ma’am, I have your suit.” “Very nice material Ma’am.” “I really like the color you selected Ma’am.” “No Ma’am, Yes Ma’am, three bags full Ma’am.”

Now that was extremely annoying.

I finally told her to knock off the ‘Ma’am’. At that time, I was 20 years old and she was coming across as if she were a scullery maid groveling in front of Queen Elizabeth. I told her that if she wanted to address me, then Jisoo was just fine with me. Eventually, she seemed to settle on, ‘Miss Jisoo.’