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Sorry for the long gap, but here's the much-requested sequel to the first of Jillian's escapades! She can't help but up the ante this time, so I hope you enjoy it as much as she does. If you have any feedback, comments, or requests/suggestions, please let me know below. Enjoy!
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As she looked across the bustling store, Jillian couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It was her Labor Day sale, the biggest of the year besides Black Friday, and the store had never been so jam-packed. Parents were back-to-school shopping with kids, teens were getting end-of-summer deals on swimsuits, and the well-prepared were buying winter coats a month or two early.
But despite all this business, Jillian felt a bit let down. Two weeks ago, she had discovered a glory hole between two of her dressing rooms, and subsequently had had an encounter with a stranger and his thick, mesmerizing cock. Since then, she had made a habit of, each day, checking back on the stranger's dressing room every few hours, and each time she was sorely disappointed to find it empty.
Last week, she was excited to see it occupied, only to be let down when a young woman opened the door and stepped out, asking her friend if her shorts were too revealing.
Today, as she stood behind the counter, Jillian wore high-waisted blue jeans and a red t-shirt with no bra underneath. She'd accidentally woken up later than anticipated and, in her rush to open the store for the sale, had forgotten to put on a bra when getting dressed. The older woman was by no means small-chested, so every ogling stranger got an eyeful of her large, maternal breasts, jiggling freely with every movement in her thin shirt. Despite the wardrobe malfunction, she nonetheless continued her daily routine. Jillian gazed around the room at all the men shopping, as she had developed a habit of keeping track of the men in her store, trying to guess which one of them may have gagged her with his fat cock only two weeks ago. Before she could finish her headcount, someone tapped her on her shoulder. Her employee, Daniel, was standing next to her behind the counter.
"Hey, boss," he smiled. "If you're not busy, could you take some of these returns to the back? Everyone else is working a register." He slid a large pile of folded clothes towards her, as she glanced over his shoulder. Past him, the three registers had long lines. Daniel was in front of one, having his customer wait while he talked to his boss, and the other two registers were being operated by the store's other two employees; even though it sometimes resulted in her having to do menial tasks like taking returns to the back to be sorted, Jillian preferred keeping her staff small. She enjoyed how it allowed her to remain hands-on as the boss.
With a simple "Sure," and a quick smile, Jillian grabbed the pile of returns from Daniel, who turned back to his line of customers at the register. Her hands full, Jillian rested her chin atop the soft sweatpants folded on the top of the pile, and stepped out from behind the counter, navigating her way to the back of the store, through droves of shoppers.
Entering into the dressing area, a row of stalls extended in either direction, with customers trying on matching outfits with friends, showing off new clothes for parents, and chatting loudly about their respective end-of-summer plans.
Jillian turned left, walking through the busy corridor, past occupied stalls, her eyes fixed on the small door at the end, marked "EMPLOYEES ONLY" where they kept any go-backs they had yet to re-tag and re-fold. Before she could make it to the door, however, her breath hitched in her throat, and she practically froze in place.
As she passed by stall after occupied stall, Jillian had almost forgotten to check the infamous dressing room she'd practically become obsessed with. Her arms full, she noticed the door was shut. If it were unoccupied, it would have been left ajar. Closed, Jillian noted, meant someone was in there. Someone, she wondered, who may be waiting for her with a swollen cock.
As if with a one-track mind, Jillian dropped the pile of returns on the ground, pushing them against the far wall. She trusted no one would try stealing anything left unattended, glancing around at the packed dressing area. Despite how busy it was, no one seemed to notice her, the owner, abandoning folded clothes to the floor.
Approaching the dressing room next door, Jillian quickly pulled open the door, slid inside, and, after taking one last look around the room to ensure no one was looking too directly at her, closed the door behind her, locking it.
Inside the small, dimly lit dressing room, Jillian's eyes were glued to the small piece of paper taped to the wall. She knew what was behind it, or, more appropriately, what wasn't: that section of wall had been carved out, leaving behind a hole the likes of which Jillian hadn't seen since her days in a college sorority.
