Ch 10
The last full week of July came faster than it should have, and the summer heat settled over the town like a heavy blanket. Brittany had changed her wardrobe to fit her smaller stomach and leaner legs, and she'd started wearing smaller, more open blouses to match her skirts. She easily picked up on the renewed interest of the mostly-guy employees (and customers) at Tray's Hardware.
Brittany's old skirts fit fine, but most of them were knee-length or just above, so she found shorter. She tried on her shortest skirt at home -- a black, mid-thigh skirt that flowed loosely around her hips, and was a size too small. It still stretched to fit, but the small size made it hug a little closer to her body. She also found out that it that it tended to ride up her hips as she walked, which lifted it dangerously high on her legs.
Brittany chose to wear it for the first time on a Wednesday, knowing it was usually a slow day for the hardware store.
Throughout the day, the elastic waistband would slide up her hips, exposing most of her legs. She would let it ride up her tummy until she knew her panties were at risk of exposure, then she would pull the skirt back down over her hips. By the afternoon, she was thoroughly satisfied with the results. Several (male) customers had been unable to complete their train of thought while following her to different parts of the store, and both Rick and John had cast longing gazes her direction more than once. Anytime she had to leave her workstation, whoever was in the service area would divert their attention to watch.
Brittany loved it. After 2pm, the store settled down to its usual afternoon drag, and John left his office. He waved at Rick and Brittany on his way out of the service center, and called back to Rick and Brittany, "That's it for me today. Hold down the fort for me." As soon as he was gone, both employees relaxed, waiting for the end of the day.
At 4:30pm, Brittany left her workstation to drop a service invoice in the outbox on the other side of the store. She thought it was her last chance to have a little fun with her new skirt, so she made sure Rick got a good show as she left. The air swishing between her thighs as she strutted out of the service area gave her a little thrill, and she was tempted to glance back to catch Rick's expression, but decided against it. She figured she'd see when she got back.
She was thinking about leaving early as she walked back into the service area. Instead of her bored coworker, she found two middle-aged men talking with Rick at his counter. Brittany saw Rick's eyes lock onto her, so she walked the long way around her counter to give him a better view.
As Brittany rounded the corner to her desk, Rick and the two men saw her pivot and turn to walk behind her desk. Her skirt had ridden high on her hips, and the exaggerated movement sent the hem of her skirt up to the level of her hips, exposing the bottom of her firm, round ass and the pink and black thong she had nervously put on that morning. Brittany pretended not to notice, and the conversation at Rick's counter stalled.
While she pretended to organize the paperwork on her desk, the adrenaline sent her hands shaking. She took a few deep breaths to calm her excitement.
At Rick's station, the pause drew on. Had she looked, Brittany might have noticed the two customers make a few meaningful looks at each other and mouth some interesting words.
The younger of the two customers -- a stout man with hairy arms and a grease-stained t-shirt, turned back to Rick and said loud enough for Brittany to hear, "So does anyone know where we can find that saw blade?" The man winked at Rick.
Rick paused, confused. He looked at the older customer standing by the first, a man with salt-and-pepper hair and an equally grease-stained, collared shirt. Then his expression snapped back to neutral and he said, just as loud, "Brittany might know which saw blade you're looking for."
Brittany looked over and saw expectant faces. She walked over and smiled at the customers. "Hello, thanks for visiting Tray's Hardware Service. It sounds like you're having trouble finding something?"
"Yeah," the younger man said, drawing out the word. "Maybe you could service us." He glanced down at her chest. "I was hoping you could show us some... band saws. We're looking for a special kind, and we're having trouble finding the right one.
Brittany smiled. "Sure thing! I restocked some last week. Let me show you where they are."
All three men followed Brittany at a healthy distance, watching her hips sway. Every time she rounded a corner, she pivoted the same way she did before and her almost-bare ass and the hint of a black and pink thong flashed at the men. Her heart was already pounding when the group reached the aisle lined with heavy duty saws and saw blades. The older man whistled appreciatively, but Brittany pretended it wasn't for her.
She stopped the group in front of the band saws and said, "Okay, so this is what we have in stock. What was it you needed?"
The two customers looked at each other and the younger man took the lead again. "Well, we need something with special... um, cutting teeth." All three men stood away from the saw displays, and none of them moved closer to examine the saws.
Brittany, standing in front of the men, looked at the saws. Her face was hidden from the men as she looked at the saws, and she smiled to herself, already feeling a hot blush fill her cheeks. She took a deep breath.
The shelves were deep, allowing lots of space to stock the heavy duty equipment. The band saws were stocked with plenty of spare room between each of the packaged blades, since there weren't a lot available.
"Well, we have this one," she said, pointing at a band saw on the top shelf. "But it's probably more of a generic saw tooth." She looked at the middle row of saws. "The middle rack though," she bent forward a bit, as if she couldn't just point at them. As her generous cleavage peaked out at the men, she rested a hand on one of the saws. "Has some special saws."
Brittany looked back at the men, and all three snapped their gaze from her chest to her face. She put a hand on one of the saws and looked at the saw rack. "This saw," she said, taking it by the tag, "is a heavy duty brand, and it has a different tooth arrangement."
All three men stared at her tits again as she looked at the saw. "And it has a special grip so that it can't get damaged when you install it." Still bent over, she looked back at the three men as she stroked the handle of the saw. She raised her eyebrows at them, then stood up with the saw and turned to the customers, showing them the hardware. Brittany still hadn't bothered to adjust her skirt, and it had ridden to her belly button, making it practically a miniskirt.
The three men were thrilled, but all three acted cool. Rick had his phone out. This time the older man spoke. "That might work for us. Can you grab us one of those saws from the back of the shelf? I want to make sure the packaging isn't damaged."
Brittany nodded energetically as if the bandsaw blade she was holding was covered in scuffs and holes. Of course, it wasn't, and Brittany took another shaky breath as she realized they were definitely playing the game with her.
"Of course!" She said in her best customer service voice. She bent again, first setting the saw down on the bottom rack, and bending fully horizontal as she put her head and shoulders into the deep shelves. She reached slowly toward the back of the shelf as if she needed to be careful what she grabbed. Her skirt was way too high by this point, and her ass was completely exposed, along with the gentle swell of her pussy under the thin fabric of her thong.
She unnecessarily took her time fidgeting with the boxes at the back of the shelf, as if making sure none were damaged. By now, Rick's jaw had dropped at the sight of her ass wagging in front of the men. The younger customer stepped up behind Brittany. "Maybe get us two of them?" Standing behind Brittany, the man rested his open palm, fingers pointed down, on her bare ass.
Everyone paused, waiting for Brittany to scream or jump away from the man. But instead, she said in a shaky voice, "I'll make sure that one has a good package, too." She continued to fiddle with the display, pretending to closely examine the boxes at the back of the shelf. At the same time, she leaned into the man's hand, arching her back. Her voice, muffled from inside the shelving, came back to the group, "I understand the importance of a good package."
The man, emboldened, slid his hand down to her pussy and bit his lip. He looked at Rick and smiled. Brittany still didn't react, except to gasp quietly, so he slipped a finger under her thong and carefully pulled aside her panties, showing all three men Brittany's clean shaven pussy. Brittany nudged a saw away from the rest and started "looking" for a second.
"Sorry, I've almost got two," she said. The young man started working his fingers up and down the lips of her pussy, and a louder gasp escaped her lips. The bold young man looked back at his friend and mouthed, "It's tight!" The older man walked to the other side of Brittany, standing next to his friend. He reached a callused hand down and grasped the other side of her ass.
"That's one nice saw, ah,
rack
you've got there, miss," the older customer said. He slapped her ass and Brittany let out an mm!.
"Thanks," Brittany said breathlessly. "It's -ungh- heavy duty." Rick watched, mouth agape, with his phone pointed at Brittany and the two customers. The older man grabbed her ass and massaged it heavily. The younger man behind Brittany slid his middle finger into her now-wet cunt. Brittany's head drooped and she panted once. The man put his finger in his mouth and sucked, and Brittany pushed herself onto her elbows, completely ignoring the saws. The young man unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
The older man pulled out his own erection while he groped her ass. He winked at Rick and slapped his cock on Brittany's ass. She didn't react to it, so he slapped his tip against her cheek a few more times and started masturbating. Rick looked around but didn't see any other employees or customers. So late in the day, it was possible that they were the last people in the store besides the checkout clerks at the front. He couldn't hear anyone else either. He kept his phone trained on the group.
The younger man, now masturbating with his free hand, put his thick middle finger back inside Brittany's pussy. She exhaled deeply.
Rick whispered at his phone in his best editorial voice, "This is a hardware store in my hometown, where we have the best employees and best service in the state." He trailed off, feeling stupid for saying anything at all. He didn't feel stupid enough to stop talking though, as he said much louder, "So do you feel like you deserve a 5-star review for servicing these customers?"
Brittany barely registered the words, but managed to moan, "Oh, yeah," without looking at Rick. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was squirming and gasping from the thick finger in her cunt and the rough hand on her ass.
Both men were masturbating much faster and Brittany was gasping and intensely red-faced. The shelf squealed softly under her weight as she squirmed.
"Fuck, yes. I can't believe I'm doing this," Brittany whispered into the back of the shelf. Both men grunted. They had begun to tense up and suddenly cum was spurting onto the blonde's ass, her back, and down her legs.
Rick watched in total shock as Brittany moaned lustfully -- she waved her ass back and forth, bit her lip, and she tucked her chin against her chest. A loud
