Interrupt Abigail's lunch break at the pet shop

Abigail scratched an itch under the waistband of her panties, where she seemed to be developing a heat rash. PetEmporiuMart's Friday staff had left too much work for the weekend crew which meant that Abigail had spent the morning setting up displays of those huge-ass dog food bags.

She was tired, but she reminded herself that she needed the exercise. She just hadn't been able to get down to her ideal weight. She was mentally listing the pros and cons of eating her entire lunch when Jake walked into the store. He was with Janie and Eric and what the fuck were they wearing?

The three walked right toward Abigail. No, no, no, I was heading to clock out! She was pretty sure Jake knew that--irritating and self-absorbed prick that he was, he would be the type to choose a bad time on purpose--but her thoughts were scattered by the freaky outfits of his companions.

"Abby," said her shift supervisor, "Do you know them?"

Abigail blushed deeply from the mix of shame and annoyance. "It's Abigail, please, Jim. And they're from my high school but they're not friends of mine. Can you please help me--"

Jim raised a hand in front of her face to cut her off. "I may be new here, but let me remind you that YOU are supervised by ME. Deal with your schoolmates and their inappropriate attire, and then you may go to lunch."

Fuuuuuuck yooooouuuu, she thought. "Yes, sir," she said.

She turned to Janie, not Jake. "Janie, is your brother wearing your jogging set? Did he lose a bet or something?"

Janie laughed. "Ha! Yes he did! Deserved it, didn't he!"

"Don't act so fucking smug when it wasn't even your bet you dumb whore." Eric was practically growling at his sister as he vented the frustration that he couldn't direct at Jake.

Jake looked at the supervisor, who was shamelessly staring at Janie's chest. The store was cold and her nipples poked at the thin fabric. Jake looked at the man's nametag and addressed him directly: "Hello, Jim. You aren't being very professional toward this customer, but we'll forgive you if you join us for a wager."

Jim blinked a couple of times and finally forced himself to look away from Janie, although not before checking out her cameltoe a little.

"Uh, well, I just got promoted to this store and I don't want to fuck it up. What wager?" He looked genuinely embarrassed, but his eyes flitted back to Janie a few brief times anyway. The man really had little self-control.

"I bet you are so desperate to see this young cheerleader's chest that you will do VERY questionable things in exchange. If I'm right, you become stupidly receptive to doing favors for me, from here on out."

Jim scowled. "I'm 48 years old, kid. I have some self control. What do I win when you're wrong?"

"Uh, you get to grab her ass instead."

Abigail scrunched up her face in confusion but nobody else reacted to the strange terms of that bet.

"Come back to the break room," Jim said, "All four of you. Nobody is there yet and I don't want any disruptions in the store."

Jim couldn't stop looking at Janie. The man really had little self-control.