Toy Town was the biggest toy store in the state; it rivaled the other one with the big giraffe. I was a seasonal employee, a decent job to have during the winter break from college. Like most twenty-something girls, I had and affinity for kids and it showed in my work. I helped kids pick out toys on their Christmas list, and help parents find those toys. The pay sucked, but the job was fun. Hectic, but fun.
Another perk was the employee discount. I have several nieces and nephews that are all toy-buying age and I planned to pay cash for their presents this year, so that discount would help.
It was a Saturday before Christmas and the store was busting at the seams with customers trying to find a last minute gift. The managers had gone home and left Jenna in charge, which meant it was chaos on the floor.
Most employees tended to blow off their duties when the higher-ups were gone. I've even been known to do so once or twice. Okay, more often than that, but at that time, I was the only one working.
Somehow, amidst all the confusion, I find The Toy. The hot item that everybody wants this year, including my youngest niece. I grab it and head for the back where we keep the overstock and hide it. I'll get it after we close and no one will know, or they will but not care.
Two hours later and the store is still a mad house. People everywhere, kids everywhere. It was crazy. Then came the question:
"Do you have 'The Toy?'" a soft voice from behind me said. It was almost a joke and I turned around to face her.
She was tiny. A small woman that was my age in the way she carried herself, but a young girl in how she looked. Just barely over five feet and her waist was so small. She wore a low-slung light brown shirt that matched her eyes. Her hair was light brown with a hint of blonde and she wore it in ponytails, the kind that sit on top of the head and point backwards. The only thing big about her was her breasts; a modest C cup but they looked much larger. Her midriff was exposed and she had a flat stomach and a belly-button ring sparkled in the middle.
"I'm sorry?" I said quickly, trying not to let on that I was staring at this beautiful woman. She smiled as if she knew.
"The Toy. You know, this thing," she turned around and pointed to the in-store display. I stole a quick glance at her ass and her super-tight pants revealed a thong. She was perfect.
"Oh," I said, almost stuttering. "That! No, I'm sorry, but we're all sold out." I remembered the one I had in the back. Tough, it was mine.
"Really?" she said a twinkle in her eye. "I know all of you employees have one stashed somewhere. Tell the truth…"
I smiled and apologized again.
"I'll make it worth it," she offered.
I thought of the empty training room, newly remodeled and furnished and I raised an eyebrow. Last time I was with a girl was in school and that had been some drunken fun, but this was too much.
"How's that?" I said, playing along. I already felt a spark in my own thong.
She whispered in my ear: "I saw you looking at my ass. I know you want to see this package unwrapped."
The training room was a little used room that the higher-ups had conferences in. Nobody was ever trained there. Right now, the door was obscured with six pallets of boxes that stood six feet high. so most people wouldn't even know it was there. It was perfect. We got in and closed the door, locking the dead bolt.
"I'm Helena," she said and pulled me to her. She kissed my ear and down my neck.
"I'm Amy," I gasped, kissing her back. She smiled and kissed me forcefully as she unbuttoned my pants.
"I know," she pulled down the top of my pants and I felt her hand cross my thin strip of carefully trimmed pubic hair. It lingered on my clit and slipped inside my pussy. I moaned softly.
