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Captured by Ann and Capturing Ann by R.D. part 7 R
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Captured by Ann and Capturing Ann
by R.D.
part 7
Retail "Show and Sell" and "Crime and Punishment" -
June 1978
Our store project--we called it Roslyn at its Best--had
been open for about a week when Ann insisted one Saturday
morning that we go take a look at what she had done. "After all,
I need to know whether I am going to be your 10% partner."
I drove us out to Roslyn and pulled up in front of the
stores. I recognized three of the tenants, the fur salon, the
sweater shop and the bath supplies store were all known, but
the fourth, "Vanities" was unknown to me. What's Vanities all
about I asked? Ann smiled and said let's go see.
Ann told me to pull in a space behind the stores which I
did. Ann then led me to a door in the rear of the stores. She
produced a key and we entered. She led me through a narrow
corridor that was about 15' in length. At the end of the corridor
was another locked door. Ann leaned against me and said that I
should try and be quiet. Ann opened the door.
The door opened into a small room. There was a
recliner/lounger in the middle. A small refrigerator and a
telephone console with a bunch of switches. There were five
windows arrayed around the chair, each opening into identical
small rooms with doors beyond each of them. Ann also pointed
out three TV monitors mounted below the telephone console
and she showed me a small handheld video camera that, she
said, was loaded and ready to operate. Ann flipped a switch
and the monitors came to life. The three monitors captured the
inside of the store. As I studied the monitors I realized that
Vanities carried lines of lingerie and swimwear. I then also
realized that Ann had arranged for me to have a centercourt
view of Vanities' dressing rooms. Ann showed me that the
phone console allowed audio monitoring of each dressing room
and that there was also a direct line to the cashier's desk. Ann
told me that I (and she to the extent of 10% if I approved) owned
Vanities. She also told me that she had picked the staff, the
merchandise and had specified the floorplan.
Ann then asked me if I would like to stay in the room for a
couple of hours while she looked in on how the store was
operating. I was anxious to see how things went so I agreed.
Ann showed my that there were soft drinks in the mini-
refrigerator and said she'd be back in a few hours. She told me
that the only way out was as we came in; there was no entrance
from my room into the store. I settled into the armchair and
monitored what was going on in the store.
Ann excused herself and a few minutes later I saw her
enter the store. The staff all seemed to know her.
I had been at my post for about a half hour, when the
door to one of the dressing rooms opened and a woman of about
thirty years came in with two bathing suits to try on. She was
not remarkable in appearance, but quickly stripped off her
clothes and tried on the first bathing suit she had picked. She
seemed to be staring right at me, but I realized that she was
simply looking at her own reflection in the two-way mirror that
formed the gateway for my view.
Over the next hour or so I was treated to the spectacle of
about ten unsuspecting persons trying on Vanities' fare. Most
were shopping for swimsuits but there were a few who were
interested in different lingerie items as well. Ann then rejoined
me and asked how I liked the setup. I told her that it seemed like
it could be habit forming. She suggested that if I wanted, I could
spend Sunday with her at Vanities. She said that she would be
working there the next day between noon and 5:00 p.m. and that
I could stay ensconced in that chamber. I was game.
The next day we left New York about 11:30. Ann told me
that she wanted to get a better idea about how the customers
were reacting to the merchandise and also thought it would be a
good idea to try and train the sales crew too. Ann dropped me
off behind the store and I unlocked the doors and entered the
viewing room. The store had not yet opened for business and I
watched through the monitors as Ann entered the store. I
flicked on the audio and was surprised at the clarity of the audio
reception. Ann was talking to Pauline, one of the other
salespeople working that day.
I was also surprised and pleased for several reasons
about the volume of business that came in to the store. I
particularly enjoyed two college age girls who occupied
themselves stuffing their bodies into a pair of bikinis and then
trying to make sure that it was adjusted properly before leaving
the room to show their intended purchases to their companions.
There were two episodes that day, however, which were even
more memorable.
Around 2:30, a man of about 50 came in to the store and
started to poke around through the lingerie section. Pauline
was with another customer so Ann strolled over and asked if
she could help. The customer said that he was looking for
something special for his wife. With Ann's help, he picked out
two ensembles, one a red merry widow with matching panties
and stockings and the other a black sheer robe to be worn over
a black bra, panties, garterbelt and stockings. Ann tried to
encourage him to look at some other items and he did pick out a
gauzy, filmy beige nightgown. I was monitoring Ann's sales
pitch.
"What size is your wife?"
"I don't know really, she's about average height."
"What size dress does she wear?"
"I'm not sure. What are the prices anyway?"
"Well this ensemble is $240, this one is $410 and the
nightgown is $520."
"Oh that's more than I had in mind."
Ann wanted to make the sale: "Well I think your wife
would think she is the luckiest person in the world if you came
home with these items."
The customer was looking for a way out: "Well I'll go
home and see if I can figure out what size she is and I'll come
back."
Ann wouldn't be deterred: "Is your wife my size? I'd be
happy to try these on for you so you can get a sense of what
they look like."
"That might be an idea. But she is not quite as big, you
know, on top, as you are."
"That's O.K. we'll give you a smaller cup size for these
items, and everything can be exchanged anyway." "What did
you say your name is?"
"Sam."
"Follow me, Sam."
Ann directed Sam to a seat just outside the changing
area. Ann brought the first item (the red merry widow) in to the
dressing room. She gave me a big smile through the mirror and
I watched closely as she tried to stuff herself into an outfit she
had to know could not begin to contain her voluptuous breasts.
Doing the best she could, she stepped out and confronted Sam
who could not contain his amazement.
"Well what do you think?"
"Wow!" was all Sam could muster.
"Sam, if you're still interested in buying these, I'd be
happy to try on the others for you too!" Ann was setting the
hook.
"Sure, I am interested. I'll certainly take that outfit." was
Sam's predictable reply.
Ann returned to the dressing room grinning at me
through the mirror. I watched with interest as she changed into
black stockings, a black garter, still too small bra, black panties
and sheer black robe. Ann exited the dressing room and Sam's
eyes studied Ann avidly. Once more Ann extracted a purchase
commitment from Sam. Ann then took the beige nightgown and
held it up for Sam's inspection.
"This item" Ann said, "I know is very pricey, but it is very
special." Ann draped the nightgown over her arm, and Sam
seemed to recognize that when worn, it would be nearly
transparent.
"Should we wrap these up?" Ann asked gesturing at the
first two outfits she had modelled?
Sam couldn't resist. "I'm probably interested in that
nightgown too."
Ann had acheived her objective. "I'll try that on for you if
you like."
"Please" Sam whispered.
Ann returned to her dressing room and took off the black
outfit and then drew the nightgown over her head. As expected,
it left nothing to the imagination. Ann opened the door to the
dressing room and called Sam over. "I can't go out there like
this" she said.
Sam took it all in. Through the nightgown, he could see
everything that Ann had to offer. The nightgown was small
across the chest and molded itself to her breasts. Her nipples
were very clearly outlined against the material of the nightgown.
Ann turned and gave Sam the view from the back with the sides
of each breast visible from that perspective too.
"O.K. Sam, I'm going to change out of these things and
then we'll take care of business" Ann said as she removed the
nightgown and started to get dressed in her street clothes. Ann
made no motion to close the door to her dressing room and Sam
made no move to excuse himself either. When finished
dressing, Ann gathered up the items she had tried on for Sam,
took his blue American Express card, and rang up the sale of
the day. After she had finished with the paperwork, she
wrapped the items and, handing them to Sam, she expressed
the hope that she would be seeing him again soon. Sam
mumbled something and left.
Ann picked up the phone near the cash register and
moments later there was a flashing light on the phone console
near my chair.
"That was hot" I said.
"I was really getting turned on by that too" Ann
commented. "In fact" she continued "I am touching myself right
now."
I could see that Ann's right arm was busy below the level
of the countertop. That motion inspired me to continue with a
moderate self-stimulation. As we were replaying what was
going on I noticed a young woman, in her late twenties, enter
one of the dressing rooms. She was carrying quite a few bikini
sets. I continued to talk to Ann while stroking myself and
watching this new show being carried out before me. The
person in question was about 5'6", I guessed that she was a full
C or possibly D cup, and maybe 5 to 10 pounds over her ideal
weight. She tried on the different bikinis she had brought into
the dressing room and seemed to notice that she would have to
trim a luxuriant bush before she wore those items in public. I
decided to capture this young lady on video. I was watching
through the viewfinder as she finished trying on these items and
to my surprise, I was recording as she took two bikini sets and
hid them in the front of her underpants under the skirt that she
had been wearing. My camera caught the whole episode. I then
saw the busty brunette return the other items she was less
interested in to the shelf and she slowly headed for the door.
"Ann" I said into the still open phone line "that girl is
shoplifting, she's got a bunch of things stuffed into her pants
and I've got pictures of it too."
Ann did not hesitate a second. Just as the shoplifter
headed for the door Ann intercepted her and politely, but firmly,
asked her to step over to the counter
At first the shoplifter was cooperative, but as soon as
Ann said, I know you are trying to steal, the person's tone
changed to one of belligerence.
"You're nuts if you think I've stolen anything. Look in my
bag."
"It's not in your bag." Ann replied.
"Well I'm leaving" the girl said as she headed for the
door.
Ann stepped in front of her and blocked her way. "If you
want me to call the police I will."
"Go ahead" the girl said, trying to outbluff Ann. Ann
called the police and together with Pauline, indicated that they
were prepared to block the shoplifter from leaving.
Ann picked up the phone line to me and asked me to
describe exactly what happened. I told her what I had seen and
reminded her that it was all on tape. Ann asked me what items
she had hidden away and I described the dark green bikini with
orange edging and the yellow one with orange flowers.
Ann hung up and a few minutes later, as she saw the
police approach she told the shoplifter. "Just so you know, I
know you have a green bikini and a yellow one stuffed in your
underwear, and we have it on tape!"
All color drained from the shoplifter's face. She was in a
panic. "You've got to give me a break. I'll pay for them. It will
ruin my life." The police were at the door. "I'll never get
admitted to the bar. I am a lawyer. I just passed the bar exam,
but I'll never get licensed. Please." By now tears were
streaming down her face.
"What's the problem?" the police officer asked.
"We have a shoplifter here, I think." Ann answered
"You think?"
"Let me talk to this girl."
Ann took the shoplifter aside and asked. "How much
trouble are you in if I report you?" The shoplifter saw a glimmer
of hope and described how she had a similar problem once
before when she was in college and was arrested and that there
was no way that she could get licensed to practice law if this
came up again. She said she was very sorry for stealing the
items and wasn't there something she could do to resolve the
matter.
Ann simply told her to wait there. Ann then went to the
policeman and told him that she would try and resolve the
matter amicably. She thanked him for coming over and the
policeman left. For my part I was intrigued by what was going
on and I wondered what Ann had in mind.
Ann was emphatic with her instructions: "Open your
purse." Ann went through the shoplifters purse and copied
down her name and address. Sharon Stein of Roslyn, New York.
"Well, Sharon, here's the deal. You are to come in to our
executive offices in New York next Monday at 10:00 a.m. sharp!
If you are not there, we will report this and we do have the video,
remember."
"How long will I be there?"
"Assume you'll be there the rest of the week. It will be
your job for the week."
"But I've got other commitments" Sharon protested.
"Well cancel them and be there." Ann virtually
commanded. "Now give me those things you were going to
steal, thief, and get out of here and don't dare not be on time on
Monday." Sharon complied and left.
I asked Ann what she had in mind for Sharon, later that
day as we watched the video I had shot of Sharon in the act.
Ann asked me if I had any suggestions, but I preferred to leave
things up to Ann.
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