A special request...

I arrived a little early at the store. Amber seemed rather anxious to tell me something as I greeted her.
She slipped a piece of paper towards me, "One of the Lost came by and gave me this number. Apparently they're very pissed off that some Latino gang guys operate on their territory and if you see any of them, you should call the Lost. They'll take care of it. They have stopped by several times tonight, expecting them to show up, I guess."
"Crap," I said, "just what we need, a gang war. Why would any Latinos come here anyway?"
She shrugged, "****, I guess, I don't know."
I nodded slowly, Crystal wasn't the only meth-head around here and if the Latinos were expanding their territory, they'd probably sell their stuff cheaper than the Lost or the locals. Maybe Crystal's disappearance was a warning.
"I guess we'll do what we have to do to keep ourselves safe." I thought back to the earlier event and quivered, "Do you have a gun?"
She nodded, "Yes, it's not much and I'm afraid to use it. Do you?"
I nodded, "I have a new one and I haven't used it. I never shot anything more than cans, bottles or some painted target in my life. I don't think I can shoot anybody."
"I know, but I suppose it'll be different if someone starts to shoot at you," she said somewhat thoughtful.
I punched some keys on the cash register and it started to work on the totals of the evening. "Go home and stay safe, Amber. Have a good night."
"You too, Lisa, see you tomorrow! Oh, I didn't clean, do you mind?" she asked.
"Not all all, see you later," I said and she headed out the store. A moment later I heard her drive away while I was copying the totals from the printout into the books. After I finished I went into the back and picked up the cleaning materials, filled a bucket with hot water, then went back into the store and began to clean the shelves to pass the time.

A while later, after I was done cleaning the shelves, I mopped the floor of the store. As I was halfway through sweeping the storage room, I heard a customer entering. I went inside and smiled as I saw Marc approaching.
"Hey, how are you?" I asked.
He smiled, "Great." He lowered his gaze for a moment and whispered, "Thanks again for this morning, it was really great."
As his eyes travelled up and met mine, I smiled, "Yes, it was. How can I help you?" Then I remembered his change and grabbed my purse, then handed him a $5 note, "I forgot to give you your change last night."
He placed it on the counter with a smile, "Wow, you remembered. I need another bottle of Mount."
I got a bottle from the shelves and placed it on the counter, my fingers lingering on its neck as I asked, "Anything else?"
He shook his head, "No, just that." He took a breath before continuing, "But I wanted to ask you something else," then hesitated.
"I need another tenner for the Mount," I said with a smile, while putting the bottle in a paper bad. "What did you want to ask?"
He dug in his pocket and placed a $10 bill on the counter, then started, "I... ehm... Do you... ehm... want to go out with me some time?"
I looked at him in surprise, "Go out? On a date?"
He nodded eagerly.
"Well, if you're paying for my time," I said with a sweet smile, "we can do anything you like."
His face fell, "I thought... after this morning..."
I shook my head, "Sure, we had fun this morning. But that doesn't mean I want to date."
"Oh... but you will if I pay?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, "anything you like. Well, almost anything."
He smiled a little again, then said, "Okay, but ehm... if we go out and... ehm... don't have sex for most of the night... ehm... is that the same price?"
I thought for a moment then looked at him, "Hmmm, I haven't done any dates before. I guess it's only fair if you pay a little less. How about $75 per hour and once we get into things you pay the full price?"
He considered this, then nodded, "Okay, how about Tuesday?"
I nodded, "I don't work Tuesday nights, so that's fine. Well, technically that would be Wednesday mornings. Anyway, what time?"
"I want to go out in Vinewood and that's a bit of a drive. So, ehm... 7pm?"
I smiled, "Oh, Vinewood, I'd love that. Yes, 7pm is fine, I'll come over to your place. What do you want me to wear?"
"Ehm, do you have a black dress?" he asked.
"Long, short, what kind?"
He stepped back and held his hand just below his knees. "Like this?" he asked.
I smiled and nodded, "Sure, no problem. Anything else?"
He nodded, "Yes, thm... can you wear... those red panties?"
"Ah, you liked them, sure, I'll wear them for you. But not the same bra, it won't go well with the dress," I explained.
His smile grew, "That's okay, yes, I ehm.. like them." Then he picked up the bottle from the counter. "See you on Tuesday, or perhaps before if my mum needs more Mount."
I chuckled and nodded, "See you on Tuesday." Then rang up his purchase and put the money in the register as he walked out.

I took my phone from my purse and made a note of the appointment. Then I opened the web browser and searched for a suitable dress. After three sites I found one I liked, with the right length and it was available in my size. I ordered it and according to the site it should arrive on Monday, so that was perfect. I surfed to LifeInvader and sighed as I saw that Amber had posted about the Lost MC and their search for Latinos. Immediately I sent her a PM and wrote that she should post things like that as it could bring her in danger. Then I tapped on an advert showing some nice lingerie and ended up on a fetish site. At first I giggled a little when reading that some guys like 'used' panties, then realised that it wasn't that strange. After all, I liked my own scent and often got more aroused from my own arousal. While I continued to read I slipped my hand under my skirt and began to rub my clit. After a little while I felt the pleasure spread through my loins and moaned soft. I turned off my phone and while leaning on the counter, I pushed my panties aside and dipped my finger into my wetness. I coated my thumb with it, then rubbed my nub with my thumb while pressing two fingers into my entrance. I reminded myself that I should keep a vibrator in my purse for moments like this as I longed for a better filling. I began to rock my hips as the pleasure built. As I bumped against the bottom shelf behind the counter, some bottles clinked against each other. I didn't care much, my pleasure was more important at that point and I increased my pace in delight.

My climax started to approach, then suddenly with a loud crash a bottle fell from the shelf into pieces on the floor. The liquor had splashed up against my legs and I cursed. I pulled my hand from my snatch and pulled my panties back in place while looking down at the mess. I cursed again, then went into the storage room to collect the dustpan, mop and bucket. While cleaning up the broken glass I cursed again. It was an expensive one, Cardiaque. I liked those bottles, because they have a long neck. After I had put all the debris into the dustpan, I emptied it in the bin and mopped behind the counter again. When I finished I put everything back in the storage room, cleaned my lower legs, ankles and shoes, then waited for the floor to dry, ignoring my pussy which was still begging for attention. Once the floor was dry I picked up the book of the daily proceedings and wrote down my breakage. I knew it would be deducted from my salary, but with the prospect of two clients in the coming days I didn't worry about it too much.

Since the longing between my legs hadn't lessened, I went into the storage room, pulled an upside down crate to the wall and sat down it. I spread my legs and leaned with my shoulders against the wall, while pulling aside my panties and dipping two fingers in my wetness. I rubbed my clit with my thumb while fingering myself. Soon enough my climax started to build again and moaning loud I rubbed myself over the edge. Shuddering I came and slowed down my thumb and fingers. I didn't move while basked in the afterglow. My neck began to itch, so I scratched it before sucking my fingers clean, enjoying my taste for a brief moment. I pulled my damp panties back, got up and went back into the store.

I turned on my phone, closed the browser, then started to play the "pop the bubbles" game.
I must have been rather engrossed in it, because suddenly I felt a hand slip up under my skirt onto my buttock and John's voice behind me, "Hey, Lisa, how was your night?"
As I straightened up I felt his fingers gently knead my flesh. I quickly turned and smiled as best as I could, "Hey John, I didn't hear you coming in."
He chuckled, "Must be a good game then." Then he asked, "Anything else exciting?" and placed his hand on my hip, gently urging me closer to him.
I shook my head and tried to move aside, "No, not really. I broke a bottle while cleaning though." Then I remembered what Amber told me. "Oh yes, there is something," and turned to look for the note.
I felt his hand on my ass again and sighed while turning with the note, "This is the number of the Lost MC, Amber told me they had come by and want us to call if we see any Latinos. They're looking for gang members who might be selling **** here, I think."
He frowned, "Yes, I knew about that. It's serious business though, I hope we don't end up in the middle of a turf war. Did you hear or see anything?"
I shook my head, "No, no Lost, no Latinos, just one customer."
"One is better than none, but it is annoying that we have to keep the store open at nights. But HQ get what they want, and they want us to stay open to keep competing with Ace. I guess that's another kind of turf war." He then smiled at me, "At least you have a job."
I smiled and nodded, "Yes, working nights isn't exactly ideal, but it's hard to find anything else around here."
"Did you clean?" he asked.
"Yes, of course, I had plenty of time for that."
"Good, it's still a little early, so why don't you run the totals and write them down for me," he said and went into the storage room.
The register finished in a few moments. I pulled the printout from it, then grabbed the book and copied over the totals and the printout code. As I put the printout with the rest of them, I felt John's hands on my ass again. As he began to massage my buttocks I began to protest, "Listen, John..."
"Shhhh," he whispered as his hands moved in semi-circles and his fingertips gradually moved further underneath me.
"John," I said a little firmer and he pulled his hands back as I turned around.
He chuckled, "I just can't help appreciation your wonderful ass, Lisa."
"Can I go now?" I asked.
He sighed, "Sure, I'll dream about your ass while you sleep the day away."
I chuckled, "You do that." I grabbed my purse from under the counter, which was accompanied by a quick squeeze on my buttock, then sidled away from the counter. "Have a nice day, John," I said as I headed out.
"Sleep well, Lisa," he said.

I drove home, went inside, stripped, then dropped onto the bed. I fel asleep moments later.