Most of our customers are women, and all my colleagues at the store are women, so I never thought this would happen... I was really surprised.
I've been working at this wedding dress shop for four years.
All the customers who come here are happy brides.
Oh, of course, I have a boyfriend too.
However, since there are almost no customers during the daytime on weekdays, I often end up being alone until the afternoon.
Perhaps he targeted that time.
One winter weekday morning, while I was taking care of the wedding dresses for sale, a male customer in his late twenties, about the same age as me, came in.
A bit nervous, I greeted him with "Welcome," and he said, "I'm looking for a dress to use for a photo shoot."
At our store, when selling a dress, we always require the person who will wear it to come in, and I explained that to him. He then asked, "Is it okay if I just look at the dresses?"
Since it was fine to just look, I answered, "Sure."
Then I guided him to the corner where we display the wedding dresses.
In our store, both the staff and customers must wear white nylon gloves when touching the dresses.
However, we only had gloves for women, and it seemed that the male customer couldn't wear them, so I put on the gloves and guided him.
The customer pointed to a few dresses he was interested in, and I reminded him, "Please don't touch them," as I showed them.
Perhaps because it was cold outside, the customer was wearing dirty work gloves.
When he touched the dress with his work gloves, I said, "Please don't touch the dress. It might get dirty."
At that moment, he snapped, "It's fine," and covered my mouth.
The work gloves smelled slightly of oil.
Then he dragged me into the fitting room.
The customer's eyes were completely different from the calm demeanor he had earlier.
I was overwhelmed with fear, not knowing what he might do if I resisted.
I was too scared to make a sound.
The customer silently pushed me against the wall of the fitting room.
The wall had the wedding dress I was taking care of hanging on it.
(If I'm pushed against it like this, the dress will get damaged.)
But I couldn't resist.
He then put his head under my long uniform skirt and licked my crotch.
Then he pulled down my pantyhose and panties and touched my crotch with his rough work gloves.
Then he inserted himself into me.
He groped my chest, grabbed my hand, and pressed his face against my uniform jacket...
I think he said things like, "You smell nice," and "The uniform suits you very well."
While I was scared, I also started to feel good.
He pulled out for a moment, and then he ejaculated forcefully.
It spilled onto my uniform skirt, the dress hanging on the wall, and the carpet on the fitting room floor.
While I was in a daze for a while, the male customer seemed to have left the store.
Then, trembling, I wiped up the spilled fluid.
Of course, I was scared, but I also felt a little good...
Sometimes at home, I enjoy imagining being violated...
