In a small store

You wake up with a groan, your alarm blaring in your ears. You stumble through your morning routine and finally wake up when you down your coffee on the walk to work.

You get to work at a small grocer and go into the back to clock in. You groan inwardly when you see who has shift with you. Its that bitch Kathy. She is quite attractive, with pixie cut brown hair. Her modest bust and hips are stuffed into a tee shirt and jeans that seem to be one size too small with how they show off her curves. She is sitting at the staff table with her legs kicked up on it and her phone in her lap.

When you had asked her out in private one day she responded by spreading rumors to all the other staff about what a lovesick fool you are instead of simply saying no and leaving it at that. Since then you two can barely stand each other. Unfortunately this job pays better than it probably should and you don't want to give it up. Luckily you work stock and she runs a register so you don't actually have to interact with her that often.

You walk in and Kathy glances up long enough to ignore you. You set your coffee down and clock in. They still use the old fashioned punch-card crank machine from the 40s. Its a pain in the ass, but nothing is quite as satisfying as the noise the machine makes as it clocks you out. You pit your card back in the rack and pick up your drink back up. You turn around, ready to slip past Kathy and begin your day. You walk out and take a sip of the drink only to be hit with surprising sweetness. 'Oh no.' You feel some of the blood drain from your face as you turn around to face Kathy's righteous anger at you contaminating her drink. You walk back in and set the drink in front of Kathy, bracing for her to explode at you.

She looks up at you with a glare as you set it down. "I-im sorry, I accidentally grabbed your drink." you squeeze out before turning to grab your own drink again. When you turn back you freeze.

Instead of the outraged face you expected She seems almost apologetic. "Thanks for giving it back, its my fault for leaving it there." She says somewhat meekly.

You stare in confusion. "y-you arent mad?" you stutter out, the emotional whiplash from getting an apology instead of shouted at leaving you confused.

She gives you a concerned expression before replying "No? these things happen..." She shrugs and takes a drink. Going back to her phone she leans back in her chair. You take your good fortune and begin to move behind her chair to get back to the stock room again. As you pass behind her she bursts out laughing before overbalancing and crashing into you. You feel something catch on the clip of your box cutter as you both go down in a heap.

You do a quick mental once over and don't feel anything out of place. As you sit up Kathy starts disentangling herself from you and you feel your arm caught in some fabric. You look up and finally register what the soft thing that you have felt pressed into the back of your hand is, in the confusion your arm ended up slipping through the massive hole in her shirt and getting caught in the scraps. You are definitely touching her breast. The other one is completely exposed to you through the hole in her clothing. You quickly glance away and brace yourself for screaming and trying to explain something impossible but it never comes.

"Are you ok? that was a bad fall..." She sounds actually concerned.

Glancing up you are confused to see she has made no moves to cover herself with whats left of her shirt. "Im ok, but are you ok, Normally you would be outraged..." you shut up before she comes to her senses and try and pull your arm free, but when she sat up it actually twisted it tighter and you struggle in vain. She just shrugs and works on untangling your arm

"I mean we both know this is actually my fault, and its not like you can help seeing my breast with my shirt torn open like this." She says. You simply stare at her in confusion. Is she messing with you? Did she hit her head harder than you thought?

Your arm is almost free when you hear the door open and both your eyes go wide. Kathy immediately yelps and clamps a hand over her exposed breast and you both strain a bit to face the newcomer. Unfortunately its your boss, Harold. He is a pretty hands off boss and you work hard to keep in his good graces. He takes a look at both of you before frowning, "I am sure you both just forgot, but when you get finished untangling yourselves from whatever happened here you need to get to work." Normally your boss is a stickler for punctuality, and you are pretty sure he would never just brush off two of his workers groping each other in the break room.

"Ok, what the hell is happening here?" you ask Kathy as she goes back to untangling you one handed. She shrugs which does interesting things to your hand.

"Nothing, just an accident." she says as she loosens the last bit of fabric. You decide something has to be going on. You twist your arm around and grope her breast, giving it a good squeeze. She jumps a bit before saying "Just sit still and Ill have you free in a moment, thrashing around wont help." Steeling your will you reach out and pull her other had away from her breast. She glances down, a small frown appearing as you ogle her re-exposed breast. "Your hand slipped. You need to be more careful."