“Gloria, what am I going to do with you?”
“What do you mean Mom?”
“Another new dress, you just bought one last month.”
“Mom, it’s 1925, it’s modern times, I’m 18, working and making a good salary.”
“I know honey, I just don’t want to see you spend all your money, and before you get started I know you kick money into the family fund.”
“So do you like the dress Mom?” I said as I spun around.
“You know you look lovely,” she said with a smile.
“Thanks Mom, got to scoot, I don’t want to be late for work.”
I dashed out of the house saying goodbye to my sister who was just coming downstairs, she told me to stop by her shop on my way home. I walked to the corner and only waited a minute or two before the trolley arrived to take me uptown.
I work as a typewriter for a large law office, a job I got after I finished school a month ago. I hope to advance into more clerical responsibilities.
My Dad has a responsible position with a bank and he arranged for the interview with the firm that hired me. I think he was surprised that I got the position, not because I wasn’t smart enough, which basically I’m over qualified for, but the fact that I’m a modern girl, a flapper as we’re called by the older generation. Dad still cringes when he sees me and my sister go out of the house with a dress or skirt with our legs showing.
My sister Kay, short for Katherine, is one year and a day older than me, she was the one that had to fight the fight with Dad to let us dress and wear our hair like most of the girls our age. Mom, though she never said as much, liked the fact that we were gaining independence.
My sister works as a salesgirl in a clothing store. I also have another older sister who is married with two children, an older brother who is also married with a family, he works for the railroad. There is also a younger sister and younger brother who are still in school.
I have, I believe to be, a nice figure, the only other female I’ve seen naked is my sister and our bodies are similar. Our breasts are a good size and we don’t have any extra fat on us, but we do have curves. Rude men from the construction sites whistle at me, I turn my head to ignore them, I also don’t want them to see me smiling, does that make me a bad person?
I’ve never had a steady boyfriend so needless to say I’m a virgin. The only experience I’ve had was at the 4th of July dance when I was dancing with Tommy Miller and I could feel his thing getting hard and he pressed it against me, it felt pretty good.
I think Kay might not be a virgin, but she’s not saying.
I do touch myself at night until I have the most glorious feeling, when doing that I think about how nice it would be to have a boy touch me there. Sometimes I think it would be nice to have a girl touch me there also, that scares me a little.
I arrived at my desk on time and was given my assignments for the day by my supervisor Mrs.Gumble, very attractive in a mature kind of way, I would guess in her late 30’s or early 40’s, she is not known to socialize with her workers. My friend Ruth saw her smile once, something I’ve yet to experience.
At lunch time I sat with Ruth a 23 year old attractive girl and we chatted about some of the work we were doing and what we had planned for the weekend.
“So Gloria what have you planned for Saturday,” asked Ruth.
“I haven’t decided yet,” I answered knowing darn well I had nothing planned.
“I’m going to a new speakeasy tomorrow night with some of the girls; do you want to join us?”
Ruth has been trying to get me to go to a speakeasy with her since we first met on the job. I’ve never been to one and the only alcohol I’ve ever had is a glass of wine we were allowed to have at Christmas. She told me I don’t have to drink, there were plenty of cool guys to dance with and the jazz bands were the cats meow. I’ve always declined, but heck I should have some fun.
“Yes, I would like that,” I answered.
“Oh Gloria, that’s great.”
She then told me she’s never been to the club we’re going to, but a friend of hers has been there, so it’ll be a new experience for both of us.
We then made plans that I would go to her house and we could go to the club together. She said I could spend the night at her house just incase we got tipsy and I didn’t want to travel home alone at night.
All I had to do is figure out what to tell my parents where I was going.
The remainder of the afternoon flew by.
On the way home I stopped at the shop my sister worked at. Kay and one other girl were the only ones in the store when I arrived.
“Not very busy,” I said as I walked up to her.
“This is the lull time, we were busy most of the day and it’ll get busy again after dinner time.”
“So why did you want me to stop by?” I asked.
“We just got a new line of step-ins and I know you needed some.”
“How would you know I need new underwear?” I asked, knowing darn well she’s been borrowing mine when she hasn’t done her own laundry.
“I thought you mentioned it,” she said.
“I bahis firmaları don’t remember saying that, but as a matter of fact I could use a pair or two.”
“They’re over here follow me.”
As we walked to the rear of the store we passed a boy that was carrying boxes.
“That’s Charlie, he’s our stock boy,” Kay said, before I even asked.
I spotted a dress hanging on a rack that I thought was gorgeous and took it with me to try on.
Kay showed me the step-ins and asked me if I wanted to try them on.
“You let people try on underwear?” I asked.
“Sure why not?”
“Okay I’ll try this pair on for size,” I said as I walked towards the dressing room.
“I have a customer in the front of the store,” Kay said as she walked away.
The changing area was nothing more than some tri-fold screens which were backed by a wall.
I removed my dress and was in my slip. I thought I heard some movement behind me, but there was nothing but a wall. As I was stepping out of my underwear I turned towards the wall again, when I noticed a small hole in the wall about waste high and saw an eyeball looking at me, that’s when I screamed.
I have no idea what I planned on doing, but not being a shrinking violet I ran out in front of the screen and saw a doorway to my right. Still in my slip I charged through the doorway and found myself in the stockroom. That’s where I found the stock boy Charlie standing there holding up his hands in a defensive position.
“I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to scare you. Please don’t tell Kay.”
“Don’t tell Kay what,” Kay said as she ran into the stockroom, “and what was the screaming about? Gloria you’re in your slip.”
I kind of felt sorry for Charlie, he looked scared to death, but the little pervert was peeking at me.
“Charlie what did you do?” Kay asked as she placed her hands on her hips, just like Mom does when she’s going to scold my little brother.
Charlie just stood there.
“Charlie didn’t do anything, he was back here working and I thought I saw mouse and screamed and ran back here. I startled him and he said a curse word, that’s what he didn’t want me to tell you,” I said hoping my spur of the moment lie was remotely believable.
“Gloria we don’t have mice, and since when do you run away from something. Now get dressed, I have customers,” she said as she left the room.
“Thank you for not telling, I really need this job.”
“Did you put the peep hole in the wall?”
Blushing he said, “No I found it one day when I was working back here. Someone else must have done it, maybe another stock boy.”
“Do you peek at all the customers?”
“I take my break and lunch back here and sometimes I peek.”
“Well be more careful or you will get fired, because I don’t believe Kay believed a word I said.”
“How do you know Kay so well?”
“She’s my sister and I don’t think she would appreciate someone peeking at her naked sister.”
“I didn’t see you naked,”
“What did you see?” I asked feeling a sexy ache in my tummy just from talking like this, plus talking like this only half dressed.
He hesitated then said, “Well I saw your legs above your stockings and got a quick peek of your bottom when you bent over.”
I could feel myself blushing and my nipples were getting hard. I was not feeling like a church going girl.
“Are you on break now?” I asked.
“Yes, that’s why I was back here and I knew you were going to try on some clothing.”
“Well you continue your break and I’m going back and try on some step-ins and a dress,” I said with a smile.
Charlie had a puzzled look on his face, then he got it, and gave me a big grin.
I went back to where I was changing, took a deep breath and took my slip off.
Knowing Charlie was looking at my bare behind made me shake a little. I then removed my brassiere and stood there wearing just my stockings and shoes. I slowly turned around and faced the eye in the wall. I know I was blushing, but this was so sexy standing there so Charlie could see my breasts and my beaver, no one has ever seen me naked before and I was feeling an excitement that I never felt before.
“Charlie, come out here I need you have to help someone with a package,” yelled Kay.
The eye disappeared from the hole so that was the end of my show. I was shaking like a leaf when I got dressed.
I went out to return the dress to the rack, which I never did try on, and selected three pairs on underwear. Kay was with another customer, the store was getting busy, and apparently an additional sale girl was working now, so I paid her, gave Kay a wave and went home.
My Mom, Dad, and my younger brother and sister and I sat at the diner table and shared our events of the day, something we did at dinner every night. Mom kept a plate warm for Kay when she got home at 8:30.
I asked my parents if I could spend Saturday night with my friend Ruth from work, we were going to go to the films, then go to her house and have cookies and talk. My dad looked at Mom and she shook her kaçak iddaa head okay.
I was in my room reading when I heard a knock on my door, it was Kay.
“So what was that nonsense with Charlie at the store?”
“I told you,” I answered, but not all that convincingly.
“Was he peeking at you?”
“You know about the peek hole?” I said.
“If I didn’t I would now, but yes I know about it.”
“Don’t fire him; he’s just doing what boys do.”
“I’m not going to fire him, I like Charlie.”
“How do you know Charlie has a peek hole,” I asked.
“I caught him peeking at me when I was trying something on,” she said with a smile.
“What did you do?”
“I pretended I didn’t see him.”
“You didn’t yell at him or threaten his job?” I asked wondering how that could be.
“No, I let him peek at me when ever I change,” she said with a grin I don’t think I ever saw on her.
“You mean you let him look at you undressed?”
“Well he doesn’t know that I know about his peek hole, but yes I know he’s looking at me, and don’t think bad of me, I like that he’s looking at me.”
“I don’t know what to say, I’m shocked,” I answered with no plans at all to confess to her that I let Charlie watch me and enjoyed it also, which will remain my secret.
“I still don’t believe your story, but I think I know what the truth is, but I’m not going to worry about it. Goodnight Gloria,” she said as she left my room.
I was thinking I was being perverted for showing myself and now come to find out my sister does it all the time. What’s the world coming to?
Saturday was always when we helped Mom with the choirs and made sure they were finished my lunch time when Dad came home from working half day. We would sit down to eat, and then each of us would go about our business until dinner.
I took the trolley to Ruth’s house having to switch trolleys only once. It was a beautiful brownstone on a very nice block. I never really thought about where she lived before now.
I rang the doorbell and it was answered by a well dressed woman in her 50’s.
“Oh you must be Gloria, come in please, Ruth will be down shortly. I’m Ruth’s mother.”
“Pleased to meet you Mrs. R,” I said as I entered the house.
“Please, call me Joan,”
“Okay pleased to meet you, Joan,” I said with a smile.
I met Ruth’s father and we chatted until Ruth came down stairs ready to go. Her father made a comment about her skirt being too short and the neckline to low, he sounded like my dad.
“Dad, this is what everyone’s wearing, you have to get hip to the jive,” she said with a smile, as her father winced.
“Don’t be an owl girls,” her mother said, with a laugh.
‘How cool are you Mom, where did you learn that?”
“I’m not as old fashioned as you might think,” she answered good spiritedly.
“What does don’t be an owl mean?” asked her husband.
“It means don’t be out late.”
“I give up, have fun girls and don’t be an owl,” he said as he left the room.
We all laughed.
We walked back up to the avenue and hopped on the first trolley going uptown. There were a lot of flappers some with their guys and others like Ruth and me going out on the town laughing and talking.
“This is our stop Gloria.”
“Do you know where we’re going?”
“My friends will meet us on the corner, oh there they are now,” she said as she waved at two girls who were waving at us.
I was introduced to both of them and they both seemed very nice. We made up quite a group. I was tall and blonde; Ruth was just about my height and body shape with black hair. Peggy one of the girls I was introduced to was a redhead with very large breasts and she was showing ample cleavage. Mae was 5 feet tall if that and was oriental, Chinese or something, with shoulder length black hair and she was wearing a silk pajama looking jacket and a skirt that had a slit up the side that showed off her beautiful black stocking covered leg, she was very exotic looking. When she spoke she sounded like the rest of us, meaning no accent. Both girls looked to be in their 20’s and I don’t know how Ruth knows them.
“Where to?” asked Ruth.
“Half way up the block, let’s go,” said Mae, as she led the way.
We walked up the block and approached a building that looked like any other building on the block, not homes, more like lofts for light manufacturing businesses.
Mae knocked three times, this was exciting. A large man, a very large Negro man answered the door, Mae said we’re here to cut up the rug, he looked at all of us and I guessed he liked what he saw and said, “Welcome ladies, come in and don’t behave,” and let out a big laugh. We all laughed along with him, this was exciting and a little scary too.
We climbed up one flight of stairs and a door opened before we even knocked.
The sound of loud music and laugher washed over us. .
As soon as we entered the room we were swept away on the dance floor. I love to dance and my body just started to move when I heard the band. This joint was indeed jumping.
You kaçak bahis really didn’t a partner on the dance floor there were so many people moving at once you were automatically dancing with several people. People of all sizes and shapes were flying around the floor. I was surprised to see people of different races dancing together, these really were modern times. After my third or fourth lap around the floor I saw the girls waving to me from a spot at the bar they were able to settle in at. I was able to get to them, I was already sweating.
“Wow Gloria, you really know how to move,” said Ruth.
“I hear music and my legs take over,” I laughed.
Mae handed me a drink, without me asking so I took it. I gave it a sip and nearly choked on it. The girls laughed and told me I would get use to it, I wasn’t convinced, but took a second sip. I can do this I thought to myself.
We had so much fun doing the Charleston with any fella that would ask. One guy was teaching me the American tango; it was the first time I had someone hold me so close since Tommy Miller at the 4th of July dance.
There was one problem I had, my new step-ins fell off me while I was dancing. I almost fell on my face when they slid around my ankles, but I kicked them off before I crashed.
I heard laughter has people noticed them on the floor, but they would just dance over them. Pegging saw it happened and was cracking up laughing when I joined her back at the bar.
“Oh my god how embarrassing,” I said.
“Don’t worry about it a lot of the girls here tonight didn’t wear any in the first place.”
I didn’t believe her until one girl was being swung around on the dance floor and all the guys cheered.
Peggy told each one of our group what happened to me as they returned from dancing.
Mae whispered in my ear,” I don’t have any on either,” and gave me a wink.
That made me feel a touch better, especially since what it ever it was I was drinking was going down nice and easy.
Ruth came up to me and said,” Mae knows of a private joint and asked if we wanted to go.”
“What’s does private mean?”
“I don’t know,” said Ruth.
Mae over heard Ruth’s answer and stepped up to us.
“You have to be known to the doorman to get in.”
“Who knows the doorman?” I asked.
“Why I do, of course,” said Mae with a smile.
“This seems like a fun place to me I vote to stay here,” said Ruth.
“Okay this is fun, and the other place has naked people there and who wants to see that,” replied Mae.
“So where is this place?” I asked trying not to act too interested, which didn’t fool anybody.
“Well its right upstairs, through that door,” said Mae as she pointed to a red door on the other side of the building.
“I don’t think any of us are that wild,” I said, then broke out laughing as looked out on the dance floor and saw Peggy doing the shimmy with her big breast swinging from side to side. One of them almost escaped the top of her dress which made the guys cheer. Okay so maybe some of us are that wild.
“Maybe saying naked people wasn’t the best way to say it, but if Peggy was upstairs now she could shimmy topless,” said Mae.
This is a whole new world for me. I mean I wear my hair and dress like a flapper, but the rest of it, like drinking, smoking and all the touching on the dance floor is all new, very exciting, but new.
Peggy came off the dance floor out of breath, but managed to say,” Some guy out on the floor said I should be dancing upstairs, what’s up stairs?”
“Funny you should ask,” Said Ruth, “we were just talking about going up there, Mae seems to know people that will let us join the fun.”
“So what are we doing standing here?” Apparently the drinks were going down easy for Peggy too.
We all looked at each other waiting for one of us to make a decision. Mae walked towards the door and we followed. She knocked on the red door and it opened, she something to the man that opened the door and he stepped out of our way so we could enter. On the next level there was another door, but all we had to do was walk through it.
The music and aroma was like downstairs, but I smelled a different odor of smoke also.
As soon as we entered a girl met us and led us to a table set along the dance floor where we could sit. She didn’t have a top on! I was stunned and when I looked about I saw all the waitresses were topless. How exciting is this joint? As soon as she took our drink orders, someone ordered for me, because I still had no idea what I was drinking, we all talked at once about the topless women.
The dance floor was jumping and true to what Mae said there were women with their breasts exposed, not waitresses’ girls like us.
I was the first to accept a dance, by a guy that was dark, not a Negro, but with darker skin and black slicked back hair and mustache. He was wearing slacks and his shirt was unbuttoned and I could see his sweaty chest.
I looked over at the table to see the girl’s reaction and saw they were all heading out to the dance floor with guy partners, the men aren’t shy about dancing here. We all danced up a storm for two dances, then the band played a slow foxtrot. My dance partner pulled me close to him, very close to him and we moved around the dance floor