Opening Jingle for Are you being served plays. Staff are all busy folding, serving customers etc, when Mr. Grainger looks at his pocket watch
---Ah! Time for lunch at last!
Everybody abrubtly abandons what they were doing and makes a mad dash for the cafeteria. Everyone except...
Mr. Lucas.
Mr. Lucas, hoping for a raise and not quite that hungry anyway finishes folding scares and then ambles around the floor...he makes it to the ladies department and comes upon a very realistic mannequin of a female redhead and torso. Lucas does a quick look around the floor to see that everyone has left and cautiously touches the left breast. He is fascinated. He reaches around the
dummy and tries to unhook the brassiere, but being a novice in sexual coutre finds it quite difficult. He slides the straps down and kicks the brassiere to the floor.
He lowers the mannequin to the floor and is just about to unzip his trousers when a voice startles him.
--Mr. Lucas!
Lucas looks up and sees the prudish but quite sexy Miss. Brahams standing in front of the counter. She looks suprised, and a litte fascinated.
--Ahhh, Miss. Brahams, you see...the dummy was looking a little tarnised you see and I was just going to give it a little polish...heheh... Lucas peters out.
---Dont give me that! I know damn well what your up too! Pathetic really...
Lucas gulps and looks ashamed as Miss Brahams crosses over to him and sets the dummy up straight.
--I mean, its pathetic really that you would go for a dummy, when you could have the real thing all along.
Miss Brahams takes down her hair and shakes it out. Mr Lucas stand, awestruck.
Brahams sinks slowly to her kneew and begins to massage Lucas' thighs. Lucas splits wood so hard it almost hurts. Finally, all his fantasies were coming true!
Brahams notices the sudden bulge in his trousers and unzips his trousers slowly and removes his briefs. She practically tears his shirt off, leaving him completley naked, his pants down around his ankles. Miss Brahams boosts herself onto the glass counter and reaches up her skirt to remove her panties and stockings. Lucas nervously holds her hips and begins.
Brahams is obviously displeased. "Ooh nooo! Harder! Faster!" with a viscous lungeshe tackles Lucas to the ground and begins to pump, form behind the counter we see nothing but the occaisonal flinging of Miss Brahams clothes everywhere. We hear them both, Lucas and Brahams screaming so loud it echoes down the elevator.
Fifteen minutes later, Miss Brahams is calmly folding stockings in the counter drawer and Mr. Lucas is folding scarves with the face of a person who has expeirienced the ecstasy of heaven. They both simeultaneously look up. Miss Brahams almost smiles as she pushes a stray hair away form her face and in her now messy bun. But then she changes her mind.
--Dont think this changes anything between us, Mr. Lucas!
Abashed, Lucas continues to fold.
a minute later the staff returns. Captain Peacock adjusts his tie and says
--Well, back to work, I hope everyone has had a pleasurable lunch hour.
--Oh, yes! says Lucas enthusiastically, it was the best I ever had!
Closing jingle
---Ah! Time for lunch at last!
Everybody abrubtly abandons what they were doing and makes a mad dash for the cafeteria. Everyone except...
Mr. Lucas.
Mr. Lucas, hoping for a raise and not quite that hungry anyway finishes folding scares and then ambles around the floor...he makes it to the ladies department and comes upon a very realistic mannequin of a female redhead and torso. Lucas does a quick look around the floor to see that everyone has left and cautiously touches the left breast. He is fascinated. He reaches around the
dummy and tries to unhook the brassiere, but being a novice in sexual coutre finds it quite difficult. He slides the straps down and kicks the brassiere to the floor.
He lowers the mannequin to the floor and is just about to unzip his trousers when a voice startles him.
--Mr. Lucas!
Lucas looks up and sees the prudish but quite sexy Miss. Brahams standing in front of the counter. She looks suprised, and a litte fascinated.
--Ahhh, Miss. Brahams, you see...the dummy was looking a little tarnised you see and I was just going to give it a little polish...heheh... Lucas peters out.
---Dont give me that! I know damn well what your up too! Pathetic really...
Lucas gulps and looks ashamed as Miss Brahams crosses over to him and sets the dummy up straight.
--I mean, its pathetic really that you would go for a dummy, when you could have the real thing all along.
Miss Brahams takes down her hair and shakes it out. Mr Lucas stand, awestruck.
Brahams sinks slowly to her kneew and begins to massage Lucas' thighs. Lucas splits wood so hard it almost hurts. Finally, all his fantasies were coming true!
Brahams notices the sudden bulge in his trousers and unzips his trousers slowly and removes his briefs. She practically tears his shirt off, leaving him completley naked, his pants down around his ankles. Miss Brahams boosts herself onto the glass counter and reaches up her skirt to remove her panties and stockings. Lucas nervously holds her hips and begins.
Brahams is obviously displeased. "Ooh nooo! Harder! Faster!" with a viscous lungeshe tackles Lucas to the ground and begins to pump, form behind the counter we see nothing but the occaisonal flinging of Miss Brahams clothes everywhere. We hear them both, Lucas and Brahams screaming so loud it echoes down the elevator.
Fifteen minutes later, Miss Brahams is calmly folding stockings in the counter drawer and Mr. Lucas is folding scarves with the face of a person who has expeirienced the ecstasy of heaven. They both simeultaneously look up. Miss Brahams almost smiles as she pushes a stray hair away form her face and in her now messy bun. But then she changes her mind.
--Dont think this changes anything between us, Mr. Lucas!
Abashed, Lucas continues to fold.
a minute later the staff returns. Captain Peacock adjusts his tie and says
--Well, back to work, I hope everyone has had a pleasurable lunch hour.
--Oh, yes! says Lucas enthusiastically, it was the best I ever had!
Closing jingle