Biting back a sarcastic response, Olivia readies herself for a moment. The more expensive model had been a crazy whim of the managers and they'd not sold a single unit in months, which is why the manager was now offering a commission to anyone who actually managed to sell one. Was a couple of hundred dollars enough reason to walk through the store without her trousers?
With a sigh, Olivia figured it was. "Okay," she said slowly, "this way sir." Her hands still full of the box, Olivia staggers a little, making her way back down the aisle, her trousers slipping as far as her ankles and almost tripping her up, the man close behind her still staring at her panty clad arse. She wanted to get this over and done with, but it would be a nightmare walking through the shop with her ankles tied together.
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