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“Jen, wait up! Where’s Lacey?”

Mary breathily called out to her friend, who had gotten much further ahead down the service corridor. Jen slowed and turned for a moment, looking back over her shoulder as she kept walking.

“Don’t know. Can’t afford to care. We’re not on a team, Mary, remember? Lacey’s a big girl. She can take care of herself. Honestly, you should be more worried about where this hallway leads. And where we might be able to get out…”

Mary pursed her lips, turning to look back for a moment. She paused, wondering if her friend was alright, though the constant clicking of Jen’s heels on the concrete ahead of her continued on. She sighed nervously, returning to her course behind Jennifer. The click of a door far ahead of her startled her out of her dismay, and Mary flung herself behind an almost-large enough box to her side in the hallway. Jen just cursed under her breath as the door right next to her swung open—with nowhere to hide, she instead tried to sprint forward and away from whoever might be coming through it.

This was not an effective strategy. “Damn, girl. Stop running and get back over here.” Mary couldn’t see the speaker, but the voice sounded feminine, low, and dominant. Jennifer stopped obediently and turned as the door shut. The woman calling out to her was a curvier blonde with mid-back length hair tied up in a ponytail. She wore a pair of sensible work slacks and a white collared shirt, bearing a name tag reading “Vera” in gold letters on a black background. As Jen examined her while walking back towards her, she guessed that the woman was a little older than her, maybe around 28 to 30. “What’s your name?” The woman asked.

“I’m Jen.”

“Hey, Jen. I’m Vera. You doing the Mall Challenge, I assume? I didn’t feel the click.” Vera spoke matter-of-factly, her eyes appraising Jen in an instant.

“Yep. Not loving it.”

Vera snorted at that. “Yeah, I wouldn’t either. Well, come on through. Let’s put you to use.”

Jen sighed as she walked through the door, the slam letting Mary know it was safe to emerge. She didn’t know what Jen was in for, but she put that thought out of her mind as she soldiered on alone once more.

Jen walked through the door and into a dingy backroom with Vera. There were leather reclining chairs wrapped in bubble wrap and tech gadgets of all shape and description littering the space, which Vera navigated expertly towards yet another door. As she approached it, she turned back to Jen and spoke, “If you get me a few sales, then I’ll give you a medallion, so be enthusiastic. If I don’t make commission by the end of this shift, then I’m dumping you in the food court with your hands tied up with USB cables.”

Jen almost snorted with a short laugh at the directness of the saleswoman. “Understood.”

Vera swung the door open and guided Jen through. The outlet appeared to be a furniture store with other home technology products, which Jen had surmised from the backroom stock. Vera called out to a man looking at a pair of speakers at the store’s far end, “Good afternoon, sir. Would you like to try out this slut’s mouth while you look around?”

The patron looked very interested, and before he could even respond Vera had slapped Jen hard on the ass to indicate that she should get to work right away. She let out a slight yelp, but walked on immediately, dropping to her knees and beginning her new job right as the man said he would love to. Vera and the man began chatting amiably while Jen unbuckled his pants. She hoped Vera would be as good at sales as she was at giving head, because if so then she could be home free in just a few minutes.