As she reflected on the night shift from the previous night, Gwen found it difficult to focus on her lecture that morning. She was already planning an outfit for her next shift that night but couldn't decide between sluttier or teasing. There was always the naked option, she wondered at the back of the lecture hall but it was dismissed as she didn't want to start the shift already nude, it was something she built to across the night. Then there was always Will, the grey gentleman who had already seen everything she had to display. The thought of him maybe turning up again just as she was stripping off made her cheeks blush a rosy red and tempted her to reach down her jeans for a play. Gwen resisted that urge, at least for now and occupied her hands by twirling her ginger hair around her finger.
With the lecture finally over, Gwen headed to the high street shops looking for outfits she could wear at work. She was looking for clothing that would make the guys look twice and maybe even a third time as they enter the petrol station but a lot of the skimpier stuff she looked at seemed to be made for skinnier girls and cursed her curves. She was just about to give up all hope and that's when Gwen saw it. It was a black bodysuit with a thong back and a deep plunge that goes down to the waist. It would just about cover her nipples and pussy but still gave the guys enough to drool over. She went through all the sizes hoping they have a size 18 and found what appeared to the last remaining one and paid for it whilst the obnoxious cashier tried chatting her up.
Walking back into her dormitory, Gwen strips out of her current clothes, bra and knickers included, and lies her purchase on the bed. Slipping it on was easy enough and felt comfortable against her skin. She checked the mirror and was amazed at how sexy she felt. The suit seemed accentuate her curves in all the right ways and managed to keep everything contained despite the feeling she had that her breasts could pop out at any second. The look was completed with some fishnet stockings and hi-tops. With the suit under her regular work uniform to keep up the facade in front of her other employees, Gwen left for work.
Gary, another employee of the petrol station and who's shift Gwen was taking over from, stood behind the counter flicking through a magazine. "Going to be another quiet one tonight I reckon," he said not even looking up at Gwen.
"Yeah. Sure looks that way," Gwen replied, mentally counting down the minutes until he left. Its not that she hated him, on the contrary she finds him tolerable but that is best case scenario.
"Oh," Gary added, "Someone posted a negative review last night."
"They did?" Gwen was getting antsy and feeling confined by her uniform, she wanted to be free of it but did her best to hide this. "What did it say?"
"A female worker, I'm guessing that's you, was apparently showing too much skin."
"Seriously?" Gwen wanted to laugh. Hard. She had a feeling who wrote the review, the stuck up girl from the previous night whose boyfriend wouldn't stop staring at her ass. Its got to be her, she thought. "Clearly its nonsense. Maybe one of my shirt buttons popped open. Do you know how hard it is to keep these breasts contained in this shirt?"
"Whatever it is, sort it out," Gary finally had put the magazine away and looked at Gwen. "You know what Mr. Wright says: more people leave a negative review..."
"...than a positive one. Got it," Gwen begrudgingly finished.
"Don't forget to stock and clean up," Gary said almost condescendingly to Gwen. Gwen rolls her eyes in front of him. "Also don't forget to put the bin in the dumpster tonight."
"Don't worry, look just go home and I'll take of it."
"Make sure your buttons are done up too, we can't have any more bad reviews." Gary took a long stare at Gwen's tits as he told her this. He's either checking them out or, and this in Gwen's mind the more likely answer, he was making sure all her buttons were done up so she can't offend the customers with her cleavage. Gwen's reply to that was giving Gary a mocking salute whilst his back was turned to her.
Finally Gary had left and Gwen was once more alone in the store. She wanted to rip the clothes from her body, to be free of them, but she would probably be charged for a new shirt and she wasn't being paid that much where the price could be considered a trivial cost. The shirt went first, undoing the buttons one by one and letting it just slide of her body and fall to the floor. Her fingers traced down her body, unbuttoning her jeans and slipped them off her thick legs. Gwen quickly discarded them with a kick, letting her jeans accompany her shirt on the floor.
Standing behind the counter in her bodysuit and stockings, Gwen felt confident, if a little bit exposed, as she eagerly awaited her first customer and hoped they liked what they saw. She didn't have to wait long as a group of twentysomething looking males entered the store. The football uniform they all wore indicated they were part of the university football team and the sweat that poured off their faces told her that they had just finished a game. Gwen had recognised some of them from the few football games she had attended with her friends and from around the campus but she doubted they would know of her.
Their excitable chants of victory over the visiting team were soon hushed when they saw Gwen behind the counter wearing very little and in its place were whispers. Gwen wished she could hear what they were saying but she guessed they were about her as she felt their eyes looking up and down her body. Eventually they approached the counter with a basket filled with alcoholic beverages of every sort. Gwen was having second thoughts about wearing the revealing bodysuit the whole shift especially in front of people she may bump into at university later. She pushed down the nerves, telling herself this was no different from the teasing she did on the previous shift.
"Hello boys. How can I help you today?" Gwen asked softly.
"Just these please and our car is on pump 2," one of the footballers said, lugging the basket on to the counter. He was definitely the handsome one of this group, Gwen thought, tall with long brown hair and a thick beard and green eyes that shone like emeralds in his chiselled face. "Oh and a pack of cigarettes too," he added pointing at the wall of cigarettes behind her.
"Coming right up," Gwen said, thinking that would require turning around and letting this group of lads see the thong back of her bodysuit and her plump asscheeks but she did so without hesitation and even gave them a better view by standing on a stool resulting in a bunch of wolf whistles.
"She's got a nice ass," she even heard one of them say.
