3:00, with Tara; still easy

03:00

"Hm-hm-hm... hm?"

Tara paused, frowning, with a frying pan halfway to the shelf. "I'm sorry, ma'am, you need to wait until the items have been shelved before you can take them."

"What?" The customer, a middle-aged, dark-haired woman in a professional-looking blouse and skirt, drew herself up as Tara looked on impassively. "What do you mean, I have to wait?"

"Sorry." Tara shrugged, admittedly insincerely. "Just store policy."

"Well that's not a very good policy!" The white-faced employee's lack of reaction seemed to be only provoking the woman further. "They have prices, don't they?"

Tara shrugged again. "Sorry. It shouldn't be too long a wait-"

"I don't care how long it'd be, I'm not waiting for some silly little girl to waste my time!"

The woman's hand darted out to grab the box she'd been examining previously, only for Tara's own arm to snap out, catching the woman in a vice grip. Using the woman's own momentum, she pulled the older woman forward until her face was pressed against the crotch of Tara's black leather pants.

While the customer stammered in shock, Tara switched her grip on the woman's arm to one holding her head in place, while her other hand undid the fly of her pants to expose her half-hard cock.

Whatever she'd beenabout to say was cut off by Tara's erection being pushed into her throat, making her **** and splutter around the thirteen-inch blockage.

With the customer pushed down to her knees while Tara fucked her throat, it only took a little stretching to resume shelving in the meantime.

Such were the perks of the job, at least at this particular store location.