No

With a sigh, Leigh steps back from the counter. It's too great a risk. She could get fired if she got caught.

She steps away from the cashier's counter and wanders the store, straightening out-of-place clothes. Her loins burn, distracting her. Her horniness is almost painful, and she mentally slaps herself for letting herself get so worked up on the job.

Soon, the woman who was looking at dresses is ready to check out. The blond woman, just a few years older than Leigh, comes up to the counter with a smile, and Leigh tries to return it, hoping that her discomfort isn't evident. The woman points to one of her selections. "That black one is so slinky. Makes me feel really sexy." She nods at Leigh's skirt. "And it's short like that. Doesn't dressing that way feel so empowering?"

Leigh's cheeks burn. It was almost as if the woman were intentionally pushing buttons. She feels anything but powerful right now--rather, she almost feels entirely at the mercy of her body's whims. Just as she's trying to forget the woman's comment and focus on ringing up her purchases, the customer leans in conspiratorially. "Do you ever wear anything even shorter than that? Or at least wish you could?"

The woman bites her lip, giving Leigh the impression she's turning herself on with such musings. They're certainly having the same effect on Leigh. She tries to deflect with a little half-grin. "No, this is about as daring as I get."

Something in her face is unconvincing. The woman's mouth drops open. "You're totally lying!" she whisper-yells. "Oh god, me too. I love going out in tiiiiiny little skirts. It's so much fun to draw everyone's eye."