Once again, its a slow day at work.
Not really a surprise. Its the middle of the week, just past lunch. Almost no movement this time of day. Two years working somewhere gives a person a pretty good sense of how the clients flow. Currently Mia was going around the aisles putting stuff in place.
Its funny to look back at the day she applied to the job. Mia thought working at the Corner-Mart was going to be hectic. Downtown, planted right beside the Winterfield Community Center, all but officially part of it. Beside the place most of the city visits at least once a week. And indeed, there's plenty of movement during the weekends and evenings. But most of the time is actually pretty slow.
Maybe the store not being actually that big helps. They aren't any big name franchise, just a convenience store big enough a family can make their monthly grocery run. And they have some three or so self-checkout machines so things go very smooth. Most of the days they can run with only Mia, Mark, Helena and Diego. The Boss pops up every now and then, but mostly out of boredom than necessity.
"Five..." Mia picked a half-melted packet of frozen chicken breasts left among the cereal boxes and tossed it on a basket. She has long given up of understanding why. People, man. They just leave shit anywhere.
Behind her, Helena facepalmed. "I don't think I even saw five people today."
"Look at the bright side. This one's not rotten." Mia said. Sometimes they get unlucky and product goes bad before they find it. The bastard that put that bag of minced meat behind the cleaning products aisle had to have a seat in hell by now.
"At least that." Helena said under a sigh. Fingers absently combing her rust-colored locks.
Helena had to be the most Irish gal Mia had ever seen. Neck-length red hair, green eyes, fair skin covered in freckles. All packed in a stunning hot curvy body. She was wearing the same jeans/bikini top/vest uniform as Mia. Along some colorful bracelets and a pink collar with a flower around her neck. Different from Mia, though, her jeans were completely open. Pussy, round ass and some of her inner tights left bare.
The two continued their little round through the dairy, cleaning, candy and alcohol aisles. Nothing really out of place, thank goodness. Some thinner shelves needed to be re-stocked, but that was routine.
The toy aisle, on the other hand, had been basically shuffled. And the culprit, like always, was standing right there. The sweetiest grandma possible. Surrounded by the lube brands she was comparing like one of them could have gold hidden inside.
"Fucks sake..." Helena mumbled low. "Excuse-me. Miss Harlin? We already asked you to put the products back on the shelf after you look."
The old lady glanced at them on the corner of her vision. Age had been gentle with her, to the most part. Wrinkles and gray hair did little more than complement her voluptuous frame. Her back, though. The hunch under the silky red dress was starting to look a bit witch-like.
"I'm not done looking yet." Said the old lady.
"I know, but please. Help us keep things a bit more organized." Helena insisted.
The old lady rolled her eyes. Age, apparently, had taken her patience and good will as payment. "This one." She placed the bottle on her basket and, to both girl's internal fury, took off. Leaving the aisle as it was.
Helena took a deep breath. Counting ten very slowly. Mia was honestly dull to the whole thing. At the very least it gave her something to do. Still, that old lady was the sole customer she actually dreaded to see.
"Think the Boss will fire me if I tell her off?" Helena whispered.
"Want to take the gamble?" Mia nudged her back.
Helena pressed her lips together in a thin line. "Lets just fix this mess..."
It took half an hour to put everything back in its place and under the correct label. It wasn't only the lubes. Condom packs out of place. Lotions scattered. The dildos had been rearranged for some reason? Good grief, lady.
Sometimes they wonder if that old geese just likes to fuck with them for some reason. Lady could just come and pick one of them for a while, no one would complain. God knows Mark wanted to give that woman a good piece of dick for all the times they had to stay late and reorganize the aisle.
Mia heard steps approaching. But she was too busy switching an entire shelf's worth of products with the ones from the shelf below to pay much attention. Why? Just why? "One moment, please. I'm a little busy."
"O-oh. Alright. Sorry." Said a meek voice Mia had grown to know very well.
Gabrielle stood a few steps away. Looking down embarrassed. Fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. The same general wardrobe as always. This time, it was a yellow hoodie with a big beehive on the front, black leggings and a black open-front skirt sprinkled with cartoonish yellow honeycombs. Her hoodie was up, as always. But she wasn't wearing a mask anymore.
Honestly, she looked kinda cute too. Mia half-expected her to have a small droplet-shaped trim too. But her exposed slit was shaved. Freshly, by the looks.
"Hey. Gabi. Whats up?" Mia smiled. A sincere one this time. Not the customer-service smile.
Gabi shuffled a bit in place. "Not much. I'm, um, looking... pasta. Yes."
Mia nodded. Not buying the act for a second. She and Gabi had had some very good times knowing each other over the past too weeks. Mia was getting better at reading Gabi, or at least she hoped so. And that was a clear face of someone who wanted to get dicked down but was too embarrassed to ask.
Gabi is needy on top of shy. A tragic combination, truly. She would rather stand back and suffer than speak up and feel like she was bothering Mia. Were Mia not on shift right now, she'd just bend her over and pump a few loads inside her womb.
"One aisle up, two left." Mia pointed out instead. "Hey, Helena. Can you help Gabi while I-"
The redhead appeared behind Gabi out of nowhere. Like a pink-leashed ghost. Beaming with excitement. A complete 180 of her mood a moment ago. "Hold on, this is the Gabi you showed us?" Helena took a close look. So close their noses almost touched in the instant before Gabi stepped back. "Cute."
Gabi's face went red. Very taken back by the loud extrovert suddenly watching. "H-h-hey."
"Aw. She's really a shy one. Don't worry, dear. Mama Helena knows how to treat a cute girl." The redhead took one of her hands and placed a wet kiss. All the while emerald eyes scanned every inch of her. Gabi looked like she didn't know what to do. Her eyes darted at Mia, a silent plead for help.
