Lay-by Clubbing Clothes and Sketchers Shoes

Collecting the Politix Jacket

Getting back to my day at shopping, making my way into Politix for a second time in the day, the assistant headed out to another shop so he could bring back my lay-by. In this time I walked around viewing all the different fashions and when he did come back I paid the rest of the deposit and had the jacket placed in one of their large blue bags. Earlier in the day I chose not to pay the jacket off because I didn’t want to carry the bag back into work because it was way too big.

Before leaving Politix I asked what could be done about my wearing shoes and as they looked again in horror they figured it wouldn’t be wise to give me another pair. “Wait until our new stock comes in” he asked, “Then you can pick out something else you like. Just hold onto them for a little longer”. This sounded like a fair idea as long as he was being honest about himself and with that news I headed out and towards the next shop.

Ilaria and the Changing Room

Gas Station was the next solemn place of my visitation, one of the religious stops. Knowing exactly what I wanted to try on I talked to a new lady behind the counter as opposed to who I had seen at lunch. Her name was Ilaria who kind of looked like Imad’s older sister but was a Greek girl. Being around the age of 24 I noticed that guy from Hound Dog in Imperial Arcade that Lyssa used to lust over. He wore contact lenses and looked Lebanese or Spanish and was tall, dark, had cool hair. You could see why Lyssa appreciated his looks and I gathered that his being there meant that he was probably seeing Ilaria.

Anyway, Ilaria’s breasts were fairly large as she wore pinstripe pants and a pinstripe jacket to suit. Whilst she gave me the work pants as well as three different types of clubbing pants to try on with a clubbing shirt and jacket I picked out she tried on a provocative dress of her own. Opening the changing room doors I noticed her in front of me, checking herself out in the mirror that was my closing door. Surprised and flustered as I opened the door we looked at each other intensely before letting out a laugh.

Ilaria looked hot with the denim dress she put on. Placing it right over her pinstripe pants and jacket the skirt just came past her ass and it was an open jacket sort at the top, which allowed for the boobs to be squeezed together. This denim look on her accentuated her legs and boobs tremendously and as she asked me what I thought I sat there thinking, “I would love to fuck you like a bunny all night without having to rip that little frock off,” but actually saying “You look hot.”

Sticking around to chat with me for a minute or two I felt exasperated having been two or three years younger than her. Regardless, having tried on the workpants and again finding them suitable I decided to step back into the changing rooms to try on the club clothes.

Black Pants and a Slim Jacket

Having a choice of three different styles I only pulled down one set of pants which appealed to me. They had a black to metallic gray sort of tone about them and they looked glossed but at the same time like a polyester feel. Trying on a mad black tight V neck top which was semi-transparent, I always wanted to wear something like this to clubs, to accentuate my body. With the pants it made me look great but a touch on the navy-boy side. Nevertheless, as I tried on the excellent contours and feel of the styled jacket I fell in love instantly with the sensual feeling.

The material had a touch of thickness about it but the class came in the fact that it was slim-line and was skinny enough to be thought as a slender zip up jacket. These clothes I fell in love with but despised in a way as I knew now I had to try my best to buy them. Gas Station were having a sale like everyone else and as I was intent on originally saving money and buying cheaper work pants, I decided to bust the budget a little and place the pants on lay-by.

As I came out of the changing rooms all robed in my attire and new work jacket I decided to purchase the tight black semi-transparent top and place everything else on lay-by. Altogether, with the black clubbing trousers, accented work pants and the zip up slim jacket, I was placing an $82 deposit down. Now when next my pay comes along in two weeks I’ll have to fork out a further $323 to obtain these items. Luckily with the sale I saved $20 across all the items I bought saving me a further $110.

Hunting for Club Shoes

Content with my purchase at Gas Station I took off for the next victory lap. Stuffing the small bag from Gas Station into my large Politix bag along with the bag I take to work I headed for Cobra in search of club shoes. Hopeful that my item would have arrived I walked in optimistic. The trip to Cobra was actually a tangled journey as I usually lose my way in search of a well hidden Cobra.

Regardless, I stood around for a couple of minutes eyeing the shoes that I wanted and as it was fairly busy, I decided to walk up to the counter and wait in line. When all the purchases were complete I stated my intent to buy the shoes to the assistant which then called over one of her friends to assist me. Checking the list to see if my item had come in yet she walked into the storeroom and then a minute later she came back out clutching a shoebox with my name on it.

Uncovering the shoes I tried them on completely oblivious at first that they weren’t exactly the shoes I wanted. The original Sketchers shoes of my choice had partial white soles looking as if a panda had left five or six prints on the inner side of the shoe. Trying to fit myself into a size nine women’s shoe I was just over and as I had the lady bring out a size ten I realized the difference.

When approaching the lady about my discovery she informed me that the other shoes weren’t down in price, they still cost $130. “Why is that, what’s the difference between the two because there doesn’t seem to be any difference” I asked. Bowing her head down with a smirk she replied “That is the only difference, the white imprint on the side of the shoe”. Therefore, I would basically be paying an extra $80 for something I could have painted on the side of the shoe myself, no thanks.

Last Stop on George Street

Purchasing avidly the $50 Sketchers shoes I was glad for my new purchase and another bag that would weigh me down considerably for my next leg in the trip. Around this stage my arms were starting to feel the weight under them and it didn’t help when I decided to buy the new FHM for the trip home. With only one more destination to visit I headed down George Street and without a pause I carried the burdensome bags to the shop front of ‘The Changing Room’.

Hoping that my receipt written on a bit of paper the week before wouldn’t be rejected for me to start getting vicious I walked inside, glancing around as others were. Directing myself towards the assistant I was pleased to find that the Asian girl I chatted to had more control over the English Language than the girl the weekend before whom was standing right next to her. Showing her my lay-by receipt she looked puzzled at first but then she had the other girl get cracking in trying to find the items on hold.

Pity the poor girl that couldn’t speak English very well, having a hard time trying to find my items. At one stage I was getting frustrated, figuring the inexperienced and unknowledgeable girl had forgotten to put the items aside or misplaced them. However, as the other assistant began helping to look for them through their wardrobe she found it within a minute. “Is your name Tony” she asked and as I nodded avariciously I brought out my wallet to pay the remaining sum of money.

Latex or Spandex

Still uncertain as to what the clothes were made of I forgot to ask but now I have reason to believe that the pants could actually be made out of the same material which makes condoms. The pants I believe are made of Latex on the outside and a nice microfiber finish on the inside. Either latex of spandex, whatever makes condoms or close to it.

Grabbing my fourth bag of goodies I packed it away into the Cobra back and headed down towards the station. When in Gas Station I couldn’t believe after trying on all the clothes that I had taken a full hour or more just in their shop. It spun me out but I was content when we lay out all my clothes on the front counter, making my award of complacency feel all the more greater as I picked what went in and out.