Let´s keep messing with Susie

Susie is not exactly paying much attention to you. She is hugging herself and looking outside with fear, dreading who might come and take a look. You manage to sneak behind her and sprinkle some of your itching powder over her cleavage and bottoms.

You slink away, barely containing your giggles. From the safety of a few aisles down the hall, you watch your plan come to fruition. At first, it´s subtle, just a few scratches here and there. Then, it escalates. Susie´s red nails reach deep into her bra and even down her ripped pants to rub herself.

A customer arrives, and Susies stands with a jolt. Like a trembling robot, she greets the middle-aged man in front of her and begins to do her job.

Her wandering hands can´t stop digging down her panties while she scans item after item. The powder is in full effect now.

The door closes as the man leaves the store, your mouth drops as Susie´s bra comes flying off soon afterward. She massages her cute, little breasts with scary intensity. When she is reasonably satisfied with her chest, she drops her panties up to her knees and begins scratching her butt. Her eyes dart all over the place; it seems like she is aware of how what it looks like, but can´t stop. At least she is alone, or so she thinks.

“Susie, what in the flying fuck are you doing on my register?”

“Cecilia, ah!” Susie immediately pulls her panties up to her thighs but doesn´t go all way up. Her hands are still scratching her bottom. “I ehmm… You won´t believe me, but I just got this strong urge to scratch myself.”

“Uh-huh. Right in your butt? In the cash register? in front of the windows? Are you even ware that I can see your tits?”

“Y-yes, but I can´t st…”

“You know what? I´m tired of your excuses. Get out of the register and pick up a mop. You are on cleaning duty now.”

“Fine!” Susie looks relieved to be pulled away from the giant windows by the entrance.

“Wait, leave your clothes here. Maybe mopping naked will teach you to respect for the uniform.”

“W-w-what?! I can´t work in the buff! What happened to the sign about the uniform and stuff?”

“I could ask you the same thing! You are the one that stripped in the middle of her shift! I´m giving you a last chance Susie, any other manager would have fired you by now.”

“B-b-b-but!” Susie can´t think of a retort or excuse. “…ok,” she finally agrees, dejected.

This is going way better than you expected. A disgruntled Susie walks to the back of the store, and you duck into the aisle to hide. You spend a few minutes there trying to control your laugher. It feels good when a plan comes together.

Susie is at the back of the minimarket tightly squeezing the mop in front of her body. It doesn´t cover much. You are free to stare at her from the beginning of her smooth legs to the bush between her thighs, above her cute bellybutton, over little breasts, and finally right at her flustered face.

You note that Susie is also a bit wet, mostly around her chest and hips. It seems like she successfully splashed herself to get rid of the powder. Now she has a small puddle at her feet that she is slowly cleaning away.

A bell rings as the door opens, and more people pour into the store. Susie visibly recoils at the sound, shrinking over herself. You can´t help but chuckle, giving away your position to the naked worker. She glares at you, and you back wave at her.

“{if Ropa = 0}Hey, we are naked sisters!{endif} Who is the weirdo now? ” Even you are somewhat disgusted by the level of smugness you are emanating. Maybe that’s why Susie gives you a mouthful of cold mop. It´s tastes a bit salty.

“Shut up! This is all your fault.”

You push the mop away from your wet face and reply. “Why so mopey, sister?” It hurts, your face hurts with how much you are grinning now.

She narrows her eyes on you as if to focus an invisible laser blast on your head. “If I ever find you outside, you´ll be sorry,” she threatens.

“Maybe, but first you´ll have to clean this up!” You push down a pyramid of cereal and the little oak flakes spill all over the floor. You run away as Susie reluctantly bends over to start cleaning your mess. Your job here is done.