Jess, in undersized sportswear

"Yeah, yeah, believe me, it wasn't my idea."

Jess was standing there, looking for all the world like a member of a Lingerie Football team. Sturdy cleats, long socks, knee and elbow pads; in terms of accessories, all she was missing was the helmet and little lines painted on her face. Of course, being the size she was, finding actual clothes for Jess was a little bit harder to do, and the little she had seemed to be just a size or two too small for her, a straining sports bra and skin-tight pair of spandex running shorts, which from how she had to pick at the back seemed to be riding up on her. Everywhere else on her was just dark, bare skin and the muscles underneath.

"Cheryl seems to think we need to show off our sportswear more, drive up sales, y'know? Never mind that I'm the only one she's gotten to do it so far..." Jess pointed to the nametag clipped into her sports bra, showing 'JESS' underneath her store's logo, the words 'WARM-UP SPORTSWEAR & EQUIPMENT' surrounded in a triangle pattern by baseballs, soccer balls, basketballs, etc. I sighed, and gave her a rueful grin; she looked ridiculous, but I'd try not to give her too much shit over it.

"Still looking for that raise, huh?"

"Hey, that trip to the beach isn't going to pay for itself!" Despite her state of dress, Jess gets a chance to look smug back at me, "At least I didn't have to pay for a replacement bikini. What happened to you again?"

I groaned. "Becky, probably."

"That's right! Becky talked you into tanning, but decided while you were asleep that you two needed all-over tans, and--"

"Hey speaking of Becky!" I interrupted, "We should go meet up with her and Amanda for lunch, they've probably been waiting." Rolling my eyes as Jess chuckled at me, I called to my manager. "Devin? I'm taking my lunch break." Devin poked his head out from behind a magazine rack, murmuring something in understanding, eyes popping at the sight of Jess as she turned to leave; those spandex shorts left half of each cheek hanging out, and smack dab in the middle was another sticker with the stores logo. Not wanting to linger with my leering superior, the two of us headed to meet our friends in the food court, while I wondered if Jess even knew that sticker was back there.