The clerk lifted her skirt, and clumsily grouped around acting as if he couldn't find the tag.
"Holy shit this bitch is wet! She's getting turned on from this!"
Tanya almost cried, but she couldn't help getting horny from the situation. The clerk finally found the last tag and totaled out the order. Tanya started to pull her shirt down, but Trisha refused to let her do so.
"You can put it down when we leave. For now keep those tits on display where they belong. Speaking of which..."
She turned toward the clerk.
"Is there anything this little whore can do to get a bit of a discount?"
Before the clerk could answer another voice chimed in.
"That can be arranged."
The old manager walked out of the back room with a sadistic smile on his face.
"I'll discount the entire order if we can have a...private talk in the back."
Tanya looked at Trisha, eyes pleading. Her heart sank when she heard the response.
"Sounds good to me. Mind if I watch?"
"Sure."
The clerk looked a little crestfallen.
"Don't worry boy, you'll get your turn, but someone has to watch the front. I'll be out to relieve you...and she'll be waiting to relieve you! Ha!" |