Miss: Marcy is jealous of you and her boss

"Boss, what's going on?" the young woman cries out. Her face is flushed and she looks not embarrassed but angry. "How could you?"

Roxy lifts up her head, coming out of her bliss wave, her face showing a flicker of doubt. "Marcy?"

The young woman marches across the shoe store, thumps from her low heels punctuating her steps.

"You kept dropping hints and I kept waiting for you, and now you give it up for a customer!" she says. "I wanted you. I thought you wanted me!"

Marcy turns on her heel and stalks back to the stockroom, pulling off her vest and throwing it at Lewis. It hooks on his exposed erection.

"Wait!" Roxy protests. She pushes you and Clara aside and jumps to your feet. The poised woman with her professional make-up and her sharply styled blonde hair runs back to catch Marcy. You hear raised voices from the stockroom.

Then muffled sounds. Moans and sighs and fabric sliding. A clatter of something falling on the floor.

Lewis steps into the stockroom and closes the door.

You stand up and help Clara to her feet. "Well, I declare," you say.

"You think the boss is gonna have them kiss her feet?" Clara says.

"Ew, probably," Louise says. "But it wasn't that bad. And she came when I licked her feet!"

"Haha," Colleen says. "Or her ass?"

Clara tilts her head. "She really got off on that," Clara says.

"It wasn't bad?" Louise asks.

"No, it was fine," Clara says. "C'mere." She puckers her lips and beckons to Louise.

Louise looks doubtful, but accepts a kiss from Clara. Louise's nose wrinkles but she doesn't make a face.

"Oh, okay," Louise says. "Yeah." She giggles. "Shoe queen ass is not that bad."

"Told'ja," Clara says. "Sometimes, yeah, but you know."

You look at the three happy young ladies in their nice new do-me shoes and decide that this trip has been a success. Though you still don't have a pair of your own. Though the poor dears asked about loving up on your lady parts and haven't had a chance. Pretty. They called you pretty down there. That was a good start.

"Ladies," you ask the sassy young things. "I'm thinking we should leave Roxy and Lewis and Marcy to figure things out. If you're still feeling frisky, may I take you all out to lunch and we can talk about it?"

Roll +HOT (+1) (+3 Hot, -2 three girls) to TELL THEM to come with you.