Kady, at the donation area

Kady's twentieth birthday was in August, four months away, and it had been three years, on and off, since she'd first started working at this store. If one added up all the separate shifts and hours, they would likely find that she'd spent entire months of her life just staffing the donation area.

As the blondes approached, she put on her finest customer smile (albeit her it's-seven-pm version) and stepped out to meet them halfway between the building and the nearest minivan.

"Hi, ladies, do you want to make a donation?"

The foremost of the blondes nodded sharply, her expression stern. "That's correct."

She looked Kady up and down. "We have quite a lot to deposit today; you may wish to call for assistance."

"Thanks for the warning," Kady shrugged, "but I should be fine. Where d'you want to start?"

Two of the other women moved to the first trailer and tugged open the door, exposing numerous stacks of boxes. Kady examined the piles, and cracked her knuckles. This wasn't about to be the easiest hour she'd ever worked, but it'd make the time fly by, and maybe she could even get hazard pay from Leah for it.

Uncaring of how the half-dozen customers' eyes followed the outline of her ass in her pants, Kady got to work.