Score at 2:32 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Jasmine: 4
Carol: 3
Crystal: 3
Portia: 3
Veronica: 3
The store was busy, not uncommon for a Saturday, and since she was well staffed, she decided to wander around the store and see if she could find a ripe young lady ready to be plucked from the straight tree.
Yet most of the customers were girls in groups, moms and daughters (she had seduced a mom and daughter before... three times actually... but that had always been during a weekday when things were slow) and girls in pairs.
After a fruitless while she got another update: Crystal had just gotten a double turn and not only taken the lead, but now had a two-turn lead over three of them, including Veronica. "Shit," she sighed as she began to feel an urgency.
Score at 3:24 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Crystal: 5
Jasmine: 4
Carol: 3
Portia: 3
Veronica: 3
She continued her hunt for straight cunt for another ten minutes. She saw two teens looking at dresses but figured they were too young. There was a mother and daughter who looked deliciously appealing, but she would need to contrive some way of getting them alone, and it was simply too busy in here at the moment.
Then things got crazy busy and she had to assist at the cash register. When things slowed down at quarter to four, she was happy to see there at least hadn't been another score update.
She'd resumed trying to find a target for a viable turn when Georgia, one of her employees, approached her and reported, looking completely rattled, "Veronica, we have a problem."
"What is it?" she asked, there usually being around a dozen problems in a day in the minds of her employees, with no more than one of them actually being one.
"A couple is having sex in a change room," Georgia told her, scandalized.
"Oh my," Veronica breathed, not at all scandalized and only slightly surprised. Every so often she'd caught people having sex in her change rooms. Twice it had been lesbian sex, the rest were usually girls giving their boyfriends head... or a couple of times wives giving their husband a blow job. Only once had there been full intercourse. That figure had apparently just advanced to two.
"She's really loud, too," Georgia added.
"Which room?" Veronica asked, her curiosity piqued by the possibility of the turn she was looking for, even though she pretended to be all concerned and of course scandalized, as she followed her employee towards the sex act.
"Four," Georgia answered.
Her question, it turned out, had been rather redundant as the location, as well as the nature of the activity, became rather obvious as she neared the suite of change rooms.
"Give it to me," a female voice moaned.
"Shushhhhhh," a male voice urged.
"Okay, I'll take care of it Georgia," Veronica dismissed the employee, thinking this looked very promising, and perhaps would even be a perfect, although rather unorthodox, opportunity for her next turn.
"Thank you, Ms. Stone," Georgia replied, finding the entire situation painfully awkward and gratefully seizing the opportunity to scurry back to work in a faraway part of the store.
"Harder," came a moan from behind the door.
Veronica saw a mother and daughter, as well as three other girls in the area... all listening with varying blends of curiosity, amusement, shock, titillation and disgust. She said to them, "I'm sorry ladies, but can you please leave the area for a while and give me some privacy while I deal with this unfortunate occurrence? Thank you." In truth she considered the occurrence far from unfortunate, but still felt the need to portray a respectable role.
They left, a couple of the girls reluctantly, and Veronica pulled out her keys to open the assumedly locked door.
"Fuck me hard, damn it," the girl demanded.
"Shushhhh," the guy murmured again, obviously far more worried about being caught than she was.
"Then bloody fuck me!" she demanded.
"I don't want us to get caught," the guy said.
Veronica abruptly opened the door and announced, as she saw a young and slender black beauty with nice but not huge tits wearing only a bra, bent over and using the wall for support as a good-looking well-built white teen was fucking her. "Sorry to interrupt folks, but you're busted."
"Oh shit," the boy said, pulling out to reveal a pretty impressive member.
"Get out of here, bitch," the black girl demanded, not deigning to cover herself up.
Veronica admired both nice firm bodies as she tried to take charge, all business on the outside, "This is my store, and you two are creating a disturbance."
"All we're doing is fucking," Rosa, the black girl, denied any wrongdoing, before adding, glaring at the older woman, "I imagine you used to do the same thing when you were young back in the fifties."
Veronica ignored that the girl had just implied she was in her seventies.
The boy pulled up his pants as he pleaded, "Rosa, don't."
"What?" Rosa asked. "It's no big deal, we were just fucking, it's natural."
Veronica smiled wickedly, as she saw the guy put on a football jacket, "Oh, I don't disagree miss, intercourse can be a natural and beautiful thing in an appropriate location between two people who love each other."
"Oh my God," Rosa said in disgust, "Okay, appropriate grandma."
Veronica sighed, confiscating the girl's purse and snatching the wallet from the boy's jacket pocket, "Enough. Get dressed and come out of here. We will deal with this matter in my office, and in a civilized manner."
"Give me back my purse, you fucking bitch," Rosa snapped, grabbing for it.
Veronica opened the door and said, "Whether I call the police or not will be decided during our next conversation, so consider your upcoming demeanor carefully. For instance, calling me old, or a bitch, may not be in your best interests." She marched out.
The boy, mortified, worried, "I knew we'd get in trouble!"
"Oh shut up, you pussy," Rosa snapped.
"She's going to call the police!" her boyfriend stressed, not wanting a record. It would kill his scholarship opportunities, and he had quite a few to choose from right now. If he didn't blow it like maybe he just had.
"And charge us with what?" Rosa asked. "Fucking?"
Veronica, who had been shamelessly eavesdropping, called gently through the door, listing some possible charges, "Indecent exposure, lewd public activity, disturbing the peace, exhibitionism, voyeurism, even corrupting minors... there were some kids out here." She then pulled out their ID's, noting that the boy's name was Cam, and waved to an employee, requesting, "Please photocopy these, Marge."
"Of course, Ms. Stone," the employee agreed, accepting them and walking away.
"Fuck off, bitch," Rosa snapped, although this time it wasn't out of anger and defiance, but defensively because of a sudden realization that maybe she was in some real trouble that she couldn't bluster or flirt her way out of.
Cam, usually not one to stand up to his bitchy but beautiful girlfriend, snapped, trying to stress the severity of the situation, "Fucking shut up, Rosa. We're in trouble here."
Rosa was shocked by Cam's outburst, not used to being challenged, and sighed dramatically, "Fine," as she got dressed.
The employee returned the ID's and Veronica held onto them as collateral to manipulate the two teens, making it obvious what she was retaining as she returned the couple's wallet and purse.
Once dressed, Rosa now feeling worried and even a bit guilty, this entire fuck in a public place having been her idea, promised Cam less rudely, "Don't worry, I'll get us out of this."
"Just be respectful," Cam stressed. He was worried, knowing Rosa didn't just have a short fuse, she had a
trigger
fuse: if something triggered her she went ballistic, and when that happened no way would you want to be in her range of fire. He added, "I can't afford to get a record, so please behave."
"Okay, Okay," Rosa acknowledged with a big sigh. She could only imagine what her father might do if he learned she'd been charged with indecent exposure or worse.
They exited the change room and Veronica ordered them in a serious tone, "Come with me."
The teens followed her down the hallway as if being marched toward a stone wall to face a firing squad.
"Sit down," Veronica ordered, once they'd all entered her private office in the back of the store and she'd locked the door.
"Yes, ma'am," Cam said as politely as possible.
Rosa also sat as she tried to figure a way out of this. She had long used her beauty and talents in flirtation to almost always get what she wanted... but that had been when dealing with boys and men. Assisted by some generous cleavage, she had twice flirted her way out of speeding tickets, but she wasn't sure such wiles were going to work with this ancient prude.
Veronica began with, "First of all, your ID's say your names are Rosa Bushworth and Cameron Parks. Is that correct?"
