A phone call tells her the cameras have been recording

When her phone rang again she was barely able to turn it on, nudging it with her nose.

"Yo bitch!" Katrina said and laughed. "I hope you're having as much fun as we are."

Rachel groaned, unable to do more. She didn't feel like she could move, not even to lift her weight off her hurting breasts. At least now the rest of her was bearing weight, though her legs were dangling off the end of the counter, her ass presented to the rest of the store, both holes agape and dribbling sperm.

"Sounds like you are!" Katrina giggled. "Listen, Cecilia wanted me to tell you something. She meant for me to tell you before to make you feel better about being there all alone. Safer, you know? Anyway, one thing led to another and I forgot to tell you."

Rachel made a querying noise, still trying to get the shirt out of her mouth. It felt like it had expanded since going in and her jaws ached. With her hands still stuck in the vaseline jar she couldn't make use of them.

Karina giggled, saying, "She said not to worry about being alone, not to be scared. All those video cameras all over the store have been feeding everything," she said this with emphasis, "to your boss. He saw everything you've done tonight. And your customers, of course," she added cheerfully. "I just thought you'd like to know. Have fun!"

Rachel's eyes widened and she twisted to look up at the nearest security camera, which stared right back with a steadily blinking light. The feeling of horror intensified and she pushed herself off the counter, her slick skin squeaking against the plastic covering the lottery tickets.

For a moment she stood frozen, torn between impulses. Should she find her clothes first, or lock the door, or go see if she can fiddle with the security feed. Maybe her boss hadn't looked at the live feeds yet, but if he did now he'd see her running around naked!