Saleswoman Tricks Plus Size Client — Story of the Day

A plus-size customer in a lingerie store is mocked and scammed by a cunning saleswoman, who profits from selling a defective bra for double the price. The scheme spirals, targeting unsuspecting customers, until an unexpected visitor arrives to deliver a well-deserved dose of karma to the saleslady.

Josie, a vibrant 36-year-old, walked into Vito Romano, the luxury lingerie shop in Townsquare, buzzing with excitement for Valentine's Day and her anniversary. The boutique with its rich scent of perfume and lilies welcomed her.

She beamed at a ruby red lace bra, imagining her husband's delight. "This is perfect!" she murmured.

However, Josie's joy was cut short by the senior saleswoman, whose name tag said "Karen". "Excuse me, but I'm gonna have to ask you to put that back," she interjected with a sharp tone.

"Why?" Josie asked, puzzled.

"Honey, that piece is a bit out of your… reach," Karen said, her voice oozing fake pity.

Josie frowned and questioned what Karen meant. The saleswoman smirked, adding, "It's not designed for your… body type."

Outraged, Josie asked for her size. The saleswoman shook her head and dismissively suggested she shop "elsewhere" for her "body proportions."

At last, another saleswoman approached. Courtney was Karen's assistant. "Ma'am, I'm certain we can find something perfect for you," Courtney offered warmly.

Karen breathed deeply through her nose and fake smiled, as she stepped away and signaled for Courtney to follow her. Once they were alone at the back of the store, she nailed into her assistant. "Are you out of your mind, you stupid girl?"

Courtney flinched. "I, uh, I just thought I should help, Miss Karen."

Karen's harsh laugh filled the room. "Help? You call nearly blowing our commission 'help'? You think I don't know what I'm doing, newbie? That woman is not gonna buy anything here. I can tell."

"But what about the cameras?" Courtney's voice shook. "What if they caught us sending away a customer like that? Wouldn't that be risky and get us in trouble?"

"What cameras, darling? They've been malfunctioning for days," Karen smirked, shaking her head condescendingly.

Courtney gulped, a knot forming in her stomach.

Karen crossed her arms and got close to her assistant's face. "I've been here for ten years. You're just an intern. Don’t undermine me or what I do with customers ever again."

"It's not about undermining. It’s about right and wrong. We can't deceive her," Courtney asserted. "We do carry her size."

Karen scoffed. "She'd look like a fat sausage in our lingerie," she sneered.

Courtney was appalled by her superior's attitude. She tried to tell Karen how all customers should be treated, but the senior saleswoman unexpectedly got distracted.

"Here," Karen said, smiling devilishly. She had found a defective bra they had taken to the back a while ago and told Courtney to sell it as a high-priced item.

The assistant shook her head, but Karen began threatening her job. "One word from me to the manager, and you're out on the streets," she said, disdain clear in her words. "Slipping a little 'souvenir' — an expensive panty, let's say — into your little backpack wouldn't be difficult, would it? Framing you for theft would be child's play!"

Tears gathered in Courtney's eyes, but she followed Karen back to the front of the store, carrying the defective bra and feeling like she was about to commit the worst crime.

At the front of the store, Josie waited, and Karen adopted her fake smile as Courtney was forced to present the bra to their customer as a perfect find.

A lump formed in the assistant's throat as she watched Josie admire the bra. "I think it would fit beautifully too!" Josie exclaimed. "Thank you so much, Courtney. You've been such a help. I just LOVE this bra!"

Courtney couldn't look at her but managed a weak smile. "It's my pleasure, Ma’am. We're always happy to help."

When Josie wanted to try it on, Courtney's panic spiked, fearing she would see the defect. But before she could act, Karen intervened. "Oh, honey, no need to try it on," Karen said, oozing false charm. "It’s designed to flatter all figures. Trust me, it’s full coverage."

Josie frowned, looking at the fabric. "Are you sure?" she asked.

"Positive, darling! Trust me… you’ll look like a bombshell in this!" Karen replied, already packaging the bra.

Courtney followed her superior to the register, noticing how she grabbed the tag of a completely different and more expensive item. The register displayed the inflated price, and the poor assistant could only shake her head.

***

The next day, Karen brazenly showed Courtney how to exploit the Valentine's rush by tripling lingerie prices. "Men are too generous during Valentine’s. They won’t blink at these prices," the senior saleswoman explained.

"I can't do this. It’s wrong," Courtney said, feeling awful after what they did the previous day.

"Who told you life was fair, sweetheart? Remember yesterday’s 'defective bra' incident? Your name was on that receipt," Karen countered. It was a thinly veiled threat, and Courtney knew it.

She felt trapped and conflicted about her next move.

A few seconds passed, and Karen got tired of Courtney's silence. "You have two options, sweetheart. Walk out now and end your internship, or help me and make extra cash while keeping our secret," she hissed.

"I won't take a dime from this scam," Courtney declared.

"Then I'll keep your share," Karen shrugged. "Think of it as an investment for your internship."

Courtney bit her lip and remained silent.

"Get it done!" Karen snapped. "Switch the damn tags before the first customers arrive, and make it snappy. Hurry up! We don't have all day, girlie! I'm heading to the break room for a nap. Call me the moment the perfect little goat… err, customer walks in!"

Alone, Courtney hesitated over the tags, each one a reminder of everything she knew was wrong. Fortunately, her task was interrupted by a well-dressed man entering the store, looking for lingerie for his wife.

"Do you have anything similar to that mannequin?" he asked, pointing to a black lace set.

Courtney hid the tags and happily led him to the displayed items. Unfortunately, Karen had already re-tagged those pieces, but there was nothing she could do about that. Her customer admired a bralette, mentioning his wife’s taste for fine things.

"You can tell it's top-notch quality just by the price, wouldn't you say?" he noted, holding the tag in his hands.

Courtney's heart hammered, and she suggested viewing more reasonably priced options.

"Why? Is something wrong with this one?" he inquired, puzzled.

"No, it's just a bit expensive," Courtney said, trying to sound casual.

He dismissed the concern, sharing his plan to treat his wife after a difficult year and how he wanted to make their anniversary special.

As Courtney rang up the sale, the man's sincere affection and hope only increased her inner conflict. Courtney's throat constricted as the scam orchestrated by Karen caught in her throat. As she looked into the man's kind eyes, she knew she couldn't go through with it.

The charade had to end. Even if she had to pay a heavy price for it.

"Sir, wait! Don't!" Courtney called out before the man could place his credit card on the card reader.

He looked up, his smile vanishing into confusion. "Is there a problem?" he asked.

Courtney felt her heavy heart get lighter as the words came out. "The black and white bralette is overpriced. It's actually $100, not $350," she confessed.

"What about this one?" the client asked, pointing to another bra.

"All these prices have been inflated," she added, licking her lips.

The man's eyes narrowed. "Mislabeled or deliberately overpriced?" he demanded.

In a hushed tone, Courtney shared the truth. "It was intentional. But please, sir, don't tell anyone. If the head saleswoman finds out, she'll get me fired."

He then asked to speak with this saleswoman, and although Courtney didn't want to, she headed to the back to wake Karen up.

She wasn't happy, but Courtney quickly told him about the wealthy customer outside, and she smiled. Karen swaggered out of the lounge. "Hello, sir," she chirped, her voice dripping with calculated sweetness. "How can I be of service today?"

The man studied her with an unwavering gaze. "I have a rather significant budget for a gift for my wife," he stated. "I want to update her entire lingerie collection, but she's quite knowledgeable in these matters, so I wouldn't want to disappoint her."

"You've come to the right place, sir!" Karen said. Her fake attitude changed to one of real interest as she showcased various expensive pieces.

The man selected several pieces, and Karen was beaming at the commission she would get, but the customer reached into his blazer pocket, pulling out a photograph.

Karen's smile wavered slightly as she looked at the paper. "My wife," the man began, his voice laced with a dangerous edge, "she's a bit… unconventional. But I know she'd love this particular piece."

The woman in the photo, bubbly and radiant, looked vaguely familiar. It was Josie, the plus-size customer Karen had scammed the previous day. But it was the man standing beside her who sent a jolt through her body.

"VITO ROMANO??" Karen exclaimed. "The famous lingerie chain owner?"

"Yes," the man affirmed. "Allow me to introduce myself! My name is Otto!" the man removed his disguise — the fedora, the glasses, even a wig that had concealed his salt-and-pepper hair — to reveal the kind eyes and gentle smile that belonged to none other than Mr. Romano, the esteemed owner of the very lingerie brand Karen was peddling.

"This woman," he stated, his voice firm, "is my wife, Josephine alias Josie. The same woman you called 'fat and ugly' and forced your intern, Courtney, to sell a defective bra to yesterday."

Otto explained his undercover visit was motivated by other client complaints and a personal desire to assess the store's service quality. "So, tell me, Karen," he continued, "what exactly is happening here?"

Desperation flickered in Karen's eyes, but she quickly pointed at Courtney. "She's the one who's been lying and deceiving everyone, Mr. Romano! She's the one who mistreated your wife!"

Courtney's jaw dropped, but she wasn't going to stay silent any longer. She had already admitted the truth, and it was time to stand up to Karen's bullying.

"No, Mr. Romano," she said, her voice gaining strength with each word. "She's the one who's been scamming customers, manipulating prices, and forcing me to go along with it. I tried to stop her, but she threatened to frame me for theft and get me fired."

After listening to both sides, Otto dismissed Karen's weak justifications for her actions as attempts to increase profits through dishonest means. He then decisively fired her for her unethical practices and lack of respect for customers.

Once Karen left, Otto turned to Courtney. "Don't let people like her manipulate you, Courtney," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "Always stand up for what you believe is right... stand up for the truth, no matter how difficult it may seem."

Courtney nodded mutely, her heart pounding in her chest. "I apologize for everything, Mr. Romano."

He nodded, and surprisingly, appointed her as the new senior saleswoman. Courtney breathed a huge sigh, overwhelmed with relief and joy, as she accepted her new role with gratitude.

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