Sophie's headset buzzed into life, the robotic voice telling her to go to a specific shelf to pick a specific item for a specific customer. This was basically what Sophie did to earn a living, and she didn't mind at all; being on her feet and picking heavy boxes all day kept her in shape and she didn't need to pay extortionate fees to join her local gym. A win-win, especially for a woman who really valued her curvy, sumptuous shape.
Sophie strode along to the shelf where the item, a food blender, lived and quickly realised it had been pushed right to the back of the shelf, just out of the 5'4" girl's reach. That was irritating, the job had a focus on speed and efficiency, so rather than getting a ladder, which took several minutes, she figured she could just climb the shelves and get the item quickly. This was against the rules but Sophie hadn't seen another soul since she went upstairs, everyone else deciding to stay downstairs and have a lovely chit-chat, so rules didn't matter, right?
Sophie reached for the item, only to get her sleeve trapped in a part of the shelves elaborate construction. No big deal, she'd just use her other hand to free herself. She made sure her footing was ok on the shelf and reached her other hand in and... fuck, no, this couldn't be happening. She'd snagged her other sleeve on another part of the shelves, a loose screw that refused to let her go. To make matters worse, the girl couldn't even get her upper body out from between the two shelves, leaving her perky C cup breasts to be crushed into the metal of the bracket she was resting on.
It was 5 minutes, and much shouting upstairs, before someone came to check on the tangled girl, and that someone was Rebecca. At first Rebecca was concerned for her colleague, having only found a pair of legs dangling off the shelf, but that soon turned to arousal, as the redhead noticed this pair of legs belonged to Sophie. Rebecca had spent many a night thinking about the young girl, usually prowling the girl's Instagram page while she used one of her various sex toys to get herself off.
Sophie told Rebecca that she needed help, and went on to tell the tale of how she got stuck and generally started panicking. Rebecca was in two minds. Her good nature meant she wanted to help the poor youngster down but, as has already been established, Sophie drove the redhead absolutely wild. Obviously there's the previously mentioned curves, boobs, and bum, but the young girl also had a certain meekness that made her the perfect prey for the older woman. Rebecca made a decision, it was now or never; especially after her plan to get Sophie drunk at the Christmas party was scuppered by Sophie not going to the party.
"Well? Are you gonna help me?" Questioned the still-trapped girl.
"No." Replied the redhead.
"What the fuck? Why not?" An angry, panicked voice demanded.
"Well, it's your fault you are up there. You specifically went against store rules, Sophie. I'll have to punish you for that, which means you'll have to stay up there for a bit longer.." An authoritative tone shot back.
"Fuck off and help me. This can't be legal!" Sophie shouted.
