Convenience store

Grasping the door handle, Emily took a deep breath, mask flexing over her nose and mouth. From up close she could see the cashier was actually a short-haired young woman, slumped over the counter with a book open in front of her. Emily looked over her shoulder, seeing Faye and Riley giving her thumbs up from across the road under a streetlight. Waiting outside was just asking to get caught by a car or pedestrian, so, heart pounding, she pulled the brim of her cap lower and opened the door.

The bell jingled, a blast of cool air rushing past as she stepped inside, clutching a twenty dollar bill in one hand. The cashier glanced up and did a double take, but rather than the appreciative gaze Emily had fantasized about merely gave a derisive snort as she straightened up.

"Don't see that everyday," she muttered, before raising her voice. "Hey, pervert! Get the hell out of here, no shirt, no service!"

Emily flinched at the immediate dismissal, self-consciously moving to cover herself. "I- I have money..." she offered weakly.

The employee shook her head firmly, and said, "What part of 'get out' didn't you understand, freak? You want me to call the cops?"

She ducked her head, mumbling an apology. "No, s-sorry, I'll go. Sorry."

Emily turned to leave, practically dripping with shameful arousal, when a door marked 'Employees Only' opened and a boy poked his head out. "What's going on- woah!"

"God damn it," the girl said under her breath. Her voice took on a slightly pleading tone as she said to Emily, "Please, just go."

"Hey, hold on!" the boy said, fully emerging from the backroom with a cocky grin as he gave the quivering streaker a once-over. "She's a paying customer, we should do everything we can to accommodate her. Remember what the boss told us!"

The cashier scowled. "Oh, shut up. You know that isn't what he meant."

"Isn't it? 'No exceptions!'" he said, putting on a thick yet completely ambiguous accent.

She glared at him silently for a moment, before scoffing and turning back to her book. "Whatever. Your impression sucks, by the way."

He waved her off, looking back at Emily and leaning against the counter in a manner he probably thought looked suave. "Sorry about that, miss," he said, "how can we help you today?"

Emily fidgeted under his attention, adjusting her hands to make sure everything important was covered. Fingers lightly squeezing her swollen labia, she shuffled her feet. "Um, I'm just getting some snacks for my friends."

She moved to put the shelves between herself and the employees, the boy following to keep her in sight. A car drove past the store windows, causing her to tense up.

"So this is some kind of dare, then? I'm Eric, by the way. What's your name?" he asked, eyes glued to her ass.

"Ah, kinda, yeah. And I'd rather not give my name, sorry..." She made it to the fridges at the back of the store, biting her lip as she faced the rows of drinks. Her hands moved of their own volition as she decided what to get.

"Fair enough," Eric said, standing close enough to bump his erection against her hip. Noticing Emily start to play with herself, he hummed and brought a hand to gently caress her ass, causing her to twitch. "You know, Claire can handle the store on her own if you wanna slip into the restroom for a bit. You look like you could use a hard dicking," he whispered in her ear, cupping a cheek and giving her a firm squeeze.

Stifling a moan, Emily said, "Please, don't touch me..."

"Hey dipshit!" the cashier, Claire, called from the front. "Stop trying to get your dick wet, you're still on the clock!"

Eric stepped back, grumbling. Emily took advantage of the distraction to fling open the fridge, grabbing three random bottles. Cradling the cold drinks to her chest, she went back down the aisle. With an employee facing her from either end, she carefully crouched to pick up a big bag of chips with her other hand, holding it over her crotch. She approached the till shyly, freezing for a second as she tried to figure out how to put everything down while staying covered. She stepped closer as she put the chips down, pressing her hips against the side of the counter, then handed over the bottles one by one. Her nipples were achingly hard from the cold.

Claire grimaced at the visible moisture on the bag of chips, carefully lifting it by the corner to scan it along with the bottles. She had to say the total twice before Emily registered it and handed over the money, taking back the change with one hand as she continued to cover her tits. "Do you need a bag with that?" she asked dryly.

"Uh, no, thank you," she said, gathering the items in her arms again. "Sorry," she added, before scurrying to the exit.

Before she could reach the door, it opened from the outside, a couple of guys stopping in their tracks as they took in the sight of her.

"Woah, what the hell?"

Emily shot forward in a panic, pushing past them and out onto the street. A car honked as it screeched to a stop a few feet away, headlights blinding her. She dropped one of the bottles in surprise, reflexively bending at the waist to pick it up and being rewarded with a chorus of gasps. She looked back to see the other customers and Eric gawking at her exposed pussy and ass, while Claire facepalmed. Blushing so hard she almost expected her mask to burst into flames, she quickly straightened up and darted the rest of the way across the road.

She reached her friends and kept running deeper into the park, eventually ducking behind a hedge. They followed her, Faye whooping with laughter and Riley with a concerned expression. Putting a hand on Emily's trembling shoulder, she asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she panted, ripping the mask off as she caught her breath. "At least I didn't get kicked out, hah."

She handed them the cash and snacks, keeping a bottle of cola for herself. Letting out a deep exhale, she pressed a hand to her racing heart. "Okay, I think that's enough excitement for tonight," she said, "let's just head back to the fountain and wait out the timer."

Raising the bottle to her lips, Emily twisted off the cap, only to have its contents spray her right in the face. Sputtering, she held the soda out at arm's length as it continued to gush all over her, Faye and Riley screeching as they leap out of range. As the flow gradually came to a stop, Emily was left blinking dumbly as brown liquid dripped from her hair and down her bare chest, beads of it gathering on her erect nipples before falling to the ground.

She sighed, prompting the girls to start giggling. "There's a restroom back the way we came," Faye offered after a moment. "Let's go get you cleaned up."