I was wandering the store making sure the associates were on their toes, no hanky panky in the break room. Keeping a watchful eye to make sure that the customers were being served. I had seen someone wandering confused towards plumbing and I knew he would need help.
I found Carl over in lumber, as if anyone picking up 2x4s needed help picking up 2x4s. "Head to plumbing, an Andy needs something, probably a toilet kit." Andy was code for a 'Handy Andy', someone who knew just enough to be dangerous.
Carl started to waddle away. He knew which end of the hammer to hold which I hoped was enough.
I heard a message come over my headset. "They're back." It was Moira at the customer service desk. She was the assistant manager and had a good view of the entrance.
"Want to help me handle it?"
"Yeah"
"Okay, suggest they check out the specials on leaf blowers. I'll be there in 5."
"Carl!" I shouted. "Change in plans. Get the scissor lift over to 78 between 38 and 36. Close it off, then get to plumbing. I headed to the office and adjusted where the cameras were focused and made my way over to the power garden tools. As I walked down aisle 38 I pull the divider shut behind me.
Moira was up ahead with "them". They were a couple of young women.
The first was thin with shoulder length honey blonde hair and the warm symmetric features of a woman whose face was far hotter than her mediocre figure. A woman who sadly would be old before her time but now, she had a false air of innocence. She was wearing an Offspring half shirt that bared the bottom of her breasts. She had on thigh high socks and a miniskirt that if she bent over would likely reveal a bare pussy and possibly a butt plug. I decided her name was Jenny. She kinda looked like a Jenny, a female ass.
Moira was looking dispassionately at Jenny.
"Can I get someone else to help me? Maybe a guy?" Jenny said twisting her foot on the ball while twirling her hair and trying to look cute.
Moira aged a decade in a flash and said, "Honey, I am the assistant manager. If I can't help you then you can't be helped, or let me say, you won't be helped."
Jenny reset to flirty and Moira dropped the age just as quickly. I never understood how women could change masks so quickly.
Jenny's friend I dubbed Gertrude. She was plain, not unattractive, but plain and forgettable. She was a bit overweight but her most unattractive feature was a seemingly permanent scowl.
Gertrude was standing back trying to look unobtrusive as she was filming Jenny reaching for items high and low. Stretching up to flash her nipples out of the bottom of the shirt, or bending over revealing a four leafed clover buttplug.
I could tell she was getting into it by the way her breathing changed as Jenny showed more and more skin and flirted with with Moira. The gestures became casual touches. The casual touches becoming full on gropes.
I was getting into it, feeling my cock hardening in my pants. I also knew Gertrude was getting into it by how she let me come up behind her and grabher phone.
"You can't do that!" She screeched as Jenny became suddenly modest.
"Enjoy the show?" I asked Moira.
"Very much." she smiled. I smiled at Moira. She was my best friend and sometimes lover. We were fuck buddies. We dated a bit. She had long dark hair and deep blue eyes and skin that was almost translucent, showing her Irish ancestry. I knew her baggy clothes hid a firm muscular body strong from the lifting needed for the job.
"Which do you want?"
"I'll take the talent."
