Ground Rules

"Petey, fuck off." Robin snapped at the normal guy and he scampered off into the back. "Jordie, I think you oughta know the ground rules of your new job." She took her place behind the register, Jordan awkwardly holding down her skirt. "You already know part of the first one:

1. You're only allowed to wear what I approve. Send a picture or something in the morning before you put it on. And, like, don't bother with asking for undies, it'll always be a no.
2. You'll be sleeping at my place. I don't care how you come up with the excuse, just be at my apartment by dark.
3. Instructions are final. No complaining or arguing, it's just annoying.
4. I dunno, your body belongs to me or something. This is hard to come up with off the top of my head, okay? Just, like...
5. I'm allowed to make new rules whenever I want. Sue me.

You got all that?" She huffed, pulling out her phone, typing.

"Yeah. I... is this really necessary?"

"Rule three, Jordie. Or... wait, was that rule two? Whatever, stop complaining."

"Right, sorry." The usually confidant goth was now pouting. It didn't help that her lower half felt incredibly exposed.

Robin pointed to one of the windows, an empty spot beside a mannequin. "You got all your shit from here, right? Good. Go stand on showcase or whatever. If you can get ten customers I won't punish you. Okay?"

Jordan just nodded silently. She backed away from her new owner, wary to turn her back until she reached the glass storefront. At least this wouldn't be too embarrassing. Or... looking at the spot now, it was raised. A podium or something. She glanced around for a stool or something to help her get up. Nothing. Asking for help seemed like trouble so she tried climbing up. She brought her foot up and- click, flash.

She blinked a few times, now noticing Petey through the glass. On the other side. The way she was standing, her skirt had ridden up. It was all exposed. Jordan squeaked and fell backwards, holding her skirt. "Y-You pervert! I'll get you!"

"You won't do anything." Robin's voice came from behind her. "He's just helping me out." Jordan glanced between the two Hot Topic employees, her blush somehow piercing through her make-up. "Now, like, jerk off to that picture or some shit, I don't care."

"Uh, okay." Petey mumbled, unzipping his fly.

"In the bathroom, creep. I don't want to see that shit." Robin rolled her eyes as he ran off again. "Can you believe that guy?"

Jordan blinked at her, her bare ass still on the floor. "I-Is he really going to..."

"Jerk off to a picture of your vag? Yeah, probably. Honestly this is half just a scheme to keep that perv from trying to creep on me at work. So, thanks." A strange feeling came over her. She'd assumed guys had jerked off thinking about her, body positivity and all. But to be told directly that someone she knew was in the act? It was equal parts humiliating and... Quickly shaking that feeling off, she started to get up. Robin helped her to her feet, smiling softly. "Now, uh... you know. Go on. Up to the mannequin stand."

"I-I... can you help me?"

The taller girl gave a shrug. "Whatever." She said, placing her hands on her hips and lifting. Jordan's feet left the ground with little effort. She was placed up on the stand, taking a moment to steady her balance. "Meh, it's hot in here." Robin said, sliding off her hoodie and packing it in her backpack. Beneath, she was the definition of a sleeper build. A sports bra kept her chest contained, but exposed every muscle she had. The hoodie somehow hid a build that could bench Jordan easily. In other words, she was a goth muscle mommy.

She stayed crouched over her backpack, looking up at Jordan with a sly grin. It took her a few moments to realize why. "Ah!" She held her skirt tight between her legs. With the podium how it was, anyone who bent down would see right up her skirt. "Come on..."

"You shave?" She asked, getting to her feet. "I like that. Keep it going."

Despite the fact that she would no longer have the reasoning of being uncomfortable with hair under her panties, Jordan fully intended to. She nodded.

"Good. Now, face forward. Try to get people's attention. Remember, ten customers or you get a punishment. If you gotta piss, go piss. I don't care. But any breaks will add five more people, okay? I'm rooting for you, Jordie." She smiled and gave a fist pump. "I've got four hours left of my shift, then we can grab lunch."