Skip to content His name is Derek, and he’s worked at “Velvet & Lace” for three years. He knows cup sizes at a glance, can spot a bad underwire from ten feet away, and has never once made a customer feel uncomfortable.
His manager will find him in the stockroom tomorrow, rocking back and forth, whispering: “She didn’t even want a gift receipt.” the lingerie salesman's worst nightmare
She then asks to try on a waspie corset, a sheer babydoll, and a leather garter belt — for the wake . His name is Derek, and he’s worked at
And the nightmare isn’t the request. It’s that she never blinks. Not once. His name is Derek