***** Night One *****
With a sigh, Karissa stopped pushing her shopping cart and entered a dressing room in the women's clothing department. Her shorts were starting to feel uncomfortable again, and she just couldn't deal with it anymore. She might as well see how they looked in the dressing room mirror...maybe she could fix them somehow.
She sat her phone down on a table and took a long look at herself in the body-length mirror. She was a 19 year old girl, beautiful by any measure, and she knew it. She had long blond hair, blue eyes the color of the ocean, and a smile that brightened every room she entered. Her breasts, which currently weren't contained by a bra, were medium-sized and very perky. They made the way too-tight Target T-shirt she wore look inappropriate for work, like she was starring in a retail-themed porn video. The shirt was neatly tucked into black shorts that were made from a thin elastic material. They were so tight and small that she could see a slight camel toe forming on the fabric. They fit so close to her inner thighs that she could see every inch of her long, tanned legs in the mirror. She turned around to look at her backside. Her butt looked good at least, thick but not too big, like two bubbles popping out of the shorts.
She would be happy with how she looked....for a day at the lake with some friends. Why had she worn this outfit to work though?? It made zero sense, she'd usually never dress like this here. She couldn't even remember where or when she had bought these shorts, much less why she had worn them. And what made it worse was that she somehow forgot to put on a bra and panties when she got dressed earlier. What had she been thinking?
She had reminded herself over and over again all night to buy new clothes and change, since she was working at a place that sold plenty of nice clothing. But she couldn't hold onto the thought, it was like it kept slipping from her mind.
She faced the mirror again and pulled at the shorts, willing them to cover more of her legs. But it was no use, they were so tight that it was like having a second skin. But she noticed something during her poor attempt at modesty....a small wet spot, right where her camel toe kept appearing. She had felt...excited...all night. She figured that it was because she hadn't been with her boyfriend, Josh, for a few days now, and her body missed his. She did her best to keep her horniness in check while she worked. She hadn't realized that she was wet down there though. How embarrassing!
She moved her hand in between her legs, exploring with her fingers to better feel the wetness. Maybe she spilled water on herself somehow and hadn't noticed. But as soon as she touched the little wet spot, waves of orgasmic heat spread from her waist, and she leaned against the dressing room wall.
"Mmmmmmmmm!"
The moan was completely involuntary, and suddenly all she could think of was someone bending her over the small table in the dressing room and fucking her. She couldn't stop the perverse thoughts and waves of pleasure from overtaking her mind and body, so she pulled her shorts down and began fingering herself.
Karissa had never done anything like this.... Well, no, she had masturbated plenty of times. But never at work! It felt...it felt sexy! She knew that she shouldn't be enjoying it this much. But as she rubbed her clit she imagined someone walking in on her, catching her, and the sudden waves of pleasure at the thought washed away any hesitation. She bit her lip in an effort to contain her moans, but she couldn't hold them back.
"Mmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!"
Her breasts heaved as she rubbed, and she came surprisingly quickly. She slid down the wall, panting with exhaustion, but satisfied. She still didn't know what had come over her, but that was fun. Probably one of the best solo orgasms she had ever had! Maybe it was the added sense of danger, or maybe it was the odd horniness that had been plaguing her all night. Whatever it was, she couldn't wait to tell Josh about this and get him all hot and bothered. Maybe she'd text him right now, it might be worth waking him up for.
She grabbed her phone from the table, but instead of the message app being open like it usually was, the camera was open. And recording. She stopped it and played the video...it had recorded her entire little play session from a perfect angle, almost as if she had planned it. She couldn't remember hitting record or even opening the app earlier, but on the bright side, Josh would like this even more than a text message explanation. She'd have to show him later.
She pulled up her too-tight shorts, hopping a little as she pulled so gravity could help. As they wrapped around her thighs and still-wet pussy, she felt another wave of pleasure spreading through her body. She wanted to play with herself again....maybe even needed to. More than that, she wanted someone to fuck her. Preferably Josh, but if a complete stranger walked in right now she'd probably sexually assault them - that's how intense her horniness was. It wasnt normal to be this horny, and it worried her a little. Maybe she should go see a doctor.
But she couldn't at the moment. For one thing, it was almost 2:00AM. But even more importantly she'd get fired if she didn't get back to work soon. So with a final look in the mirror, she opened the dressing room door and got back to it.
She didn't notice that her shorts were even more wet now, or that the camel toe was even more visible.
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Karissa had been working overnights at the Target close to her university for two months now. She didn't want to be there; working a retail job instead of enjoying a few months off from school felt suffocating. But she had flunked 2 of her classes in her freshman year of college, and her parents were seriously angry with her. They couldn't ground her, she didn't live with them anymore. They couldn't take away her college fund, they wanted her to get an education. The best they could do was to force her to get this stupid retail job to "learn responsibility", and help to pay for her do-over year of classes.
It was humiliating that she had flunked the classes... It's not like she was out partying constantly, she wouldn't waste her parent's money like that. But school was harder than she thought it would be, and she spent a little too much time with her boyfriend.
The job wasn't that bad, at least. She was paid to roam around the store all night, shopping for things that people ordered online and would pick up in the morning. She liked shopping, and it was fun to imagine why people bought what they did. One girl had ordered a "personal massage device" and a gallon of cherry ice cream. It wasn't hard to figure out that the girl probably just broke up with her boyfriend. Some of the orders were boring, but a lot of them were as fun as the vibrator one.
The Target job didn't pay much, but it was a little more for the overnight shift. It was enough to cover rent too, since daddy was still secretly covering some of it behind mom's back. She shared her small apartment with her bff, April, as well. So she didn't pay bills alone.
Karissa would rather be on a real summer vacation, and she was super angry at her parents for taking that away from her. But as far as punishments go, it could be a lot worse. Some of her coworkers were weird though. She was passing a couple of guys now as she shopped, and they were staring at her like they had never seen a girl before. It sent a flush of annoyance through her. She knew she was dressed a little skimpy tonight, but still.....rude!
"Team member Karissa," Her walkie talkie chirped. "Go to line 4."
Karissa rolled her eyes. Terrific. It was her manager, or 'ETL' as they called shift managers at Target. ETL Matt was probably about to yell at her for falling behind on orders again. Even more annoyed now, she switched the walkie to line 4 and answered.
"I'm on line 4."
"Come see me in the leadership office." Matt responded. "You're falling behind on orders again."
Karissa looked at the clock on her scanning device. It was almost break time, so at least he'd only have a few minutes to yell at her. With a sigh of resignation and another eye roll, she walked to the leadership office. But as she raised her fist to bang on the locked door, she froze.
"4578" She thought.
The door code. When had she learned the door code? She couldn't remember, but she was sure that was it. She entered in the digits, and sure enough the door opened. She walked into the office space and found ETL Matt sitting behind his desk, a satisfied smirk on his face.
Matt was an okayish looking guy of around 25. He was medium height, medium build, brown hair and eyes. Not handsome, not terrible looking. Just boring. Average and boring, just like his personality. Karissa hadn't liked him since the first time they met, when he repeatedly tried to flirt with her - even after she told him she had a boyfriend. He was rude, he always leered at her like he was undressing her with his eyes, and he liked to walk and stand way too close to her when they talked.
