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Leah's arms were twitching.

"Are you seriously telling me that you expect me to pay full price for an item in this condition?"

For a moment visions swam before the manager's eyes of the blonde bitch **** on cock, then they dissipated with a twitch of her fingers.

Liz's expression suggested that the punk cashier was experiencing similar emotions

"We expect you to pay the entirety of the price on the label, yes. Compared to what that would cost in new condition, you're getting quite the-"

From the rear of the store, and for only a second, came a sharp, high squeal of lewd pain.

Leah's head was already snapping around as the sound dissipated, which meant she didn't see the way the customer's lips momentarily twitched up into a smirk. Instead, by the time she or any of the cashiers turned back to the customer, the woman's expression had already returned to the same careful mask of stubborn frustration that she'd been wearing for the entire encounter.

Leah frowned, something in her gut twisting unpleasantly, and turned back to the blonde. "Store policy is that we can't authorize discounts for no reason. If you still insist on special treatment, you'll have to convince your cashier of that."

She nodded at Liz, attempting to project surety and confidence, then looked back to the customer. "I'll leave the situation here in your capable hands." Liz nodded back, lifting her shoulders in preparation for a struggle. The customer gave a small nod too, something indeterminable flashing momentarily in her eyes, and stepped up closer to the counter.

Behind her, more blondes approached each of the other two registers, and Leah realized the size of the line that had built up watching the disagreement, at least a dozen more women of the same categories as the rest. Quickly, she gave more hopefully-reassuring nods to Christine and Fatima, even as a distinct bead of sweat made its way down the former's forehead, and the latter's hand clenched around the scanner.

Then, the manager turned and began striding quickly toward where she'd heard the noise a short time prior, leaving the cash registers to their own devices. Multiple clumps of customers watched her go with pleased anticipation.

Her gut was roiling.

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"Well?"

Liz's eyes left Leah's departing figure and returned to the customer standing in front of her. Even standing up, the punk was substantially shorter than the cocky blonde, and unconsciously she attempted to strain and stretch herself to match.

"Well what?"

One finely manicured eyebrow raised. "I believe that your manager just declared that it's up to you to give me my discount."

Liz smiled mockingly. "Oh, you do, do you? I believe she said it's at my discretion - which means if you want that discount so damn bad, you can suck my motherfucking dick."

For a moment the woman struggled to look offended, before she gave up and broke out into a huge grin. "You first, you little brat. I've been looking forward to this all afternoon."

One long-nailed hand closed around Liz's wrist like a metal cuff.

Further down the counter, the line had dissolved into a flood, some of the blondes approaching Christine and Fatima normally, some circling around behind the counter, and others climbing up and over to get at the employees.

The last full thought to pass through Liz's head was that maybe she'd been a little overly confident. Then the woman's other hand wrapped around her neck, and the punk found her head slammed straight down onto her work station. The fight left her body like the air from an untied balloon, and the chance of her having any influence on the outcome of the day's events went with it.