You hear a raised voice

Suddenly, an angry, feminine voice begins to shout a few aisles down. "Ryan! How can you be so stupid!?" She's clearly audible above the noise of the busy store; a few people turn their heads before continuing with their shopping.

Deciding to investigate, you jog around the corner, ending up in the liquor aisle. The source of the noise appears to be a manager, who stands with her hands on her hips scolding a younger employee. He has a shifty and indignant look about him, clearly unimpressed with the **** he's getting from his superior.

"Did you think you wouldn't be caught? Is that it? Do you expect to keep your job acting like this?" Her volume is falling but she's angrier than ever, hissing at him through clenched teeth. Deciding that you might as well eavesdrop, you move in closer.

"I dunno," Is all he manages in reply, shrugging his shoulders and looking down the isle and away from his boss.

"Stealing is a serious offence, Ryan. You WILL lose your job over this... The store could even prosecute." She keeps up her grilling as you move up behind her to study her form. She's a slim woman, her mousy hair tied back neatly. Her uniform consists of a grey blazer with a red neckerchief and long, slim pants which flare at the end, hiding her black heels.

You place your hand on her butt and smooth out some of the material, stretching it tight over her cheeks to show off her panty line. As you begin to grope and squeeze her behind gently, you muse that she must be in her thirties, but she seems lean and in good shape.

Finished with her ass, you reach around and pull her blazer open before cupping her breasts. As you feel her up through her bra, you crane your neck over her shoulder to read her name tag: "Wendy - Happy to Help." Well, today you'll be helping yourself.

While you undress her she continues to dress down Ryan, her grim, stony features paying no attention to your roving hands.

"It was just a little bit, you don't have to get all mad," the beleaguered boy says.

"It's ****, Ryan... Even if it wasn't stealing, you know the rules: no drinking at work!" She sighs, tapping her foot. "This isn't the first time you've gotten into trouble, is it?"

"No," he started plainly, eliciting another sigh from Wendy.

"I'm keeping this for evidence," she says, gesturing to an open bottle of vodka set down by the shelf.

Releasing Wendy from your embrace, you walk over, grab the bottle, and unscrew it. The smell makes you wince; it's certainly strong stuff, and only a tiny portion seems to be missing. Screwing the top back on, you shake your head.

"How can you drink this crap?" you ask Ryan, not expecting an answer. You can't help but wonder whether he's doing this to try to rebel, or because he hates his job, or just because he's stupid... Whatever the case, you get the feeling he isn't going to be employed here much longer. Seems like such an obvious way to break the rules... Surely people would notice once he got drunk?

Actually, that gives you an idea. You're eager to test the limits of this non-existence thing, and this seems like a perfect opportunity. That lady before got goosebumps when you poured the cold drink on her tits, and the other one was panting when you fucked her... What about ****?

Uncapping the vodka bottle once more, you throw the lid on the floor and advance towards Wendy. After all, she's happy to help...