Fucking With Retail Employees Part Deux: This Time, It's For Real

"It's fine, I'm enjoying the conversation," you tell her in a soothing tone. The poor girl is obviously mortified, and looks damn near ready to have a panic attack.

"It's just... I just..." she begins to respond, starting and stopping in fits as she attempts to explain. "I'm sorry," she says after a few deep breaths, "sometimes I run on like that when I get nervous." Even though she seems like she's got it a bit more together now, she's pointedly avoiding making eye to eye contact with you.

Luckily you're both saved from further clumsy apologies by Morgan, whose sudden and dramatic opening of the dressing room door immediately puts a stop to the conversation. She must be finished trying on the bras, because she's dressed back in her corset, sans jacket; a look that's positively scandalous with the cleavage she's got on display. To both your worry and delight, she's got her usual smile on as she takes in the sight of an obviously uncomfortable Becky.

"Yeah, he can be a little intimidating," Morgan interjects, "but don't worry. Jason's a total teddy bear. A sexy, lean, muscular teddy bear, but... still a teddy bear."

You nod, but decide to rib Morgan back. "Hey, I can't deny I can be a little intimidating, but did you ever consider she's nervous about you? Black makeup, black corset; I mean, you're basically dressed like a gothic burlesque dancer."

Morgan has a good laugh at your joke, sending her most impressive assets wobbling in her corset. Looking at Becky, you catch her once again surreptitiously catching an eyeful. It's pretty obvious the girl has some questions about the nature of what's being kept under that impressively robust corset, based on how hard she's starting to blush. But once Morgan comes down from her giggle, Becky seems to regain her senses and simply looks both of you over quizzically. Not that you blame her; you've basically just barged into her workplace and then started getting all weird on her, but you can't deny it's a hell of a lot of fun to watch her react to the two of you. After a moment, she seems to drop back into her professional retail mode as she turns to Morgan with a strained smile. "So, were the bras okay? Everything fit?"

"Oh, yeah, no prob. The price tag's a little ****, but I knew that when I ordered them."

Becky, for her part, gives a small wince, but nonetheless seems pleased. "Yes, custom orders can get a little expensive. But you've already paid up online, so you're good to go. Just follow me, and I'll grab you a bag and your receipt."

Becky leads both of you over to the counter and swiftly runs the requisite information through her terminal, as both you and Morgan observe and begin to understand how this girl actually ticks. You're not a psychologist or anything, but she seems far more confident and controlled when she's relying on practiced responses.

Seems like you were right on the money; Becky is uptight and in need of a shakeup to her usual routine.

As Becky hands over the large plastic bag signaling the end of the transaction, Morgan looks over to you with a mischievous look in her eye. You're not sure what she's got planned, but you shrug anyway to let her know you're willing to go along with whatever she's about to do.

"Actually," she begins, "there is something else I could use your help with. I'm sorry if I'm being a bit forward, but what time are you off work?"

Becky just looks at Morgan a little confused, but answers, "Five o'clock. Why?"

"Any plans tonight?" she continues.

"Well, uh... I was planning on catching up on a few shows?"

"How about instead of that, we go see a movie? My treat."

There's a moment of stillness in the air, as Becky looks blankly at your girlfriend, the gears on her head apparently completely seized up.

"Okay! Wait, what? I mean, yes! I mean... what?" Becky eventually answers, cycling through an array of emotions, chief among them bewilderment and surprised joy.

To your amusement, now Morgan is the one suppressing a laugh, but she carries through admirably. "Meet back up here at five?"

"Ah, uhm, well, I kind of need to change after work..."

Morgan slaps her forehead lightly, as though the thought never occurred to her, despite working a customer service job herself. "Ah, of course. In that case, how about we just meet up outside the mall's theater at, say, six?"

"I mean, sure, but..." she begins, before looking over to you for some kind of guidance. Up until now, you imagine, she probably thought you and Morgan were a couple. Which, well, you are, but she's obviously having difficulty understanding why someone who's in a (obviously loving and physical) relationship is hitting on her in full view of their partner. You, however, do your best to give Becky a poker face and a small shrug. Before she can vocalize any misgivings about the impromptu date, Morgan's already pulling a scrap of paper out from between her magnificent cleavage, an action that makes her blush a deep crimson once again.

"Here's my number, call me when you get there, kay?" she says as she hands Becky the receipt, then quickly turns on her heel to walk out, with you quickly catching up with her and following close behind.

You take one last look over your shoulder to see poor Becky standing there behind the counter, looking down at the scrap of paper with a dazed smile on her face.

"That might have been too much," she admits to you as the two of you exit the store.

"Eh, maybe," you admit. But based on the dreamy smile you saw on the face of the adorable blonde, it might just have been exactly enough.

"So she's totally gay, right?" Morgan asks as the two of you lounge on the couch back in your apartment, with you using Morgan's lap as a pillow underneath her massive expanse of breast. It's a hell of a sight, of course, and one that's always welcome.

"I mean, maybe? She was checking out your Grand Tetons basically every chance she got," you admit. "I don't think straight girls look at other women the way she was looking at you."

"Well, the app has her listed as one of your Tarot choices, and I doubt the app would do that if she wasn't at least somewhat attracted to you." Morgan replies. "Also, I'm pretty sure I saw her trying to make out the outline of Pride Rock in your jeans at least once."

You smile, not that Morgan can see your face at the moment, what with all the boob in the way. "Nice. Pride Rock. I like that."

"Well, it's obvious you take pride in the thing, and that fucker gets rock hard at the drop of a hat," she replies. "Not important to the conversation right now, though. I think she's gotta be bi, or something. Which, hell, that's fucking perfect. Because I don't know about you, but I can't wait to see how she reacts to me when we both get our clothes off."

You laugh, a little uneasy. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, babe. I mean, she's cute as fuck, and you know Pride Rock is always up for some sunshine..." Morgan just groans at the cheesy joke, but you continue on. "Let's be honest; the girl is a nervous wreck. I'd love to help her let loose, of course. I just don't know how we're going to do that."

"Well, then check her perk page!" Morgan says with a flash of inspiration. "Maybe she's got something on sale that'd help us help her learn to chill."

You wince a little at the suggestion, not entirely comfortable with the idea. "I don't know, I don't want to buy anyone something they don't consent to..."

Morgan slaps your arm lightly. "Don't be a bitch, Jason. I'm not saying buy her new set of tits, I just want to know what she has on sale. The perks are based on the person's state of mind, so maybe it'd give us some insight into what her whole deal is." She pauses for a moment, seemingly having realized something.

"Actually, promise me this; if she ever has my perk on sale, don't buy it for her. I don't need any competition from someone that cute."

"You mean... compe-TIT-tion?"

"Fuck off," she says, but in that tone that says she's less upset and more annoyed. You're obviously stretching her tolerance for bad jokes thin, so you take out your trusty smartphone and have a look at what little Becky's got on sale at the moment.

A Little Turn on the Catwalk (250 gems) - Could this person pose in magazines? Probably not. Would you like them to? Maybe! This perk results in what is essentially a permanent and luxurious full-body makeover, complete with a little something extra in all the right places, along with a lot of height, transforming the subject into the kind of woman that could easily get a job as a glamour model. Note: Not compatible with any other full-body overhaul perks.

Down With The Thiccness (250 gems) - Ever wanted to see a girl who's thicker than a bowl of oatmeal? With this perk, the subject transforms significantly, gaining substantial mass in the thighs, buttocks, and breasts, with flawless skin to match. While this results in a beautiful body with lots of extra padding, no additional mass is added to the subject's skeletal structure, resulting in no gain in height. Note: Not compatible with any other full-body overhaul perks.

She's Mighty Mighty (250 gems) - Ever gone to the gym just to spectate? Now, you don't have to, as the subject will look like the object of your deepest shower room fantasies. This perk not only imbues the subject with a substantial increase in lean muscle mass, but also a substantial increase in their general sex appeal, resulting in a tight body that could easily pass for a professional fitness model. Note: Not compatible with any other full-body overhaul perks.

You finish reading the perks out to Morgan and comment, "Is it weird that all of her perks are about transforming her body? I'm not really sure how to read into that..."

"Who the fuck cares, dude? I don't know about you, but I want to see all three!" Morgan replies enthusiastically.

"Well, I think they're all mutually exclusive," you admonish her, "and in any case I'm not buying her anything right now, not without her okay."

Morgan, however, pushes you off of her and gets off the couch, moving towards your bedroom. "Well fuck, I don't know about you, but I'm getting all worked up," she says impatiently as she begins to unlace the back of her corset, "and we've only got a couple of hours before Becky's off work. So you've got some work of your own to do, because I'm not rushing into a first date while I'm still fucking horny." Her corset falls to the ground, discarded in your front room as she walks, giving you an eyeful of the girls from behind. It's fucking impressive the way they bulge out from the silhouette of her body, her slim back not nearly large enough to hide their bulk.

Jeez. This girl. You might have to start checking your own purchase page regularly, because you're probably going to need a perk of your own to keep up with her appetite at his rate.

Not that you're complaining, or anything.

GFoxx2 here, with a little update about my polls. You know those perks listed above for Becky? Well, do you have a particularly strong opinion about which one you'd like to see? I've got a poll up right now on my Patreon page for which one I'm going to write into the story; link to my page is in my profile. If you want to have a say in the direction of these shenanigans, feel free to check it out! And, as always, nothing I write will be behind a paywall, so don't feel like you have to give me anything to enjoy the story. This is just a fun way for me to make decisions I'd normally debate over myself.