Like crazy

Everywhere he walked, Brett found people in front of cameras. He approached one Asian girl, he couldn't tell if she was really about 18 or of she had eaten some of the Sexy Fruit, sitting in front of the canned foods, staring right into a camera. She was small, about 5 foot at a guess, with short black hair in an A-line cut.

"C'mon, tell me what you want from me," she said, feeling her tits through her sundress. The way her hands stayed glued to her tits made him think they were bigger than they used to be, and at a full, perky C cup it was likely that they were when compared to her otherwise small frame. She made sure to stay far enough back for the camera to watch her. "You want me to show you my titties?" She asked, then waited, then reached into her dress and pulled them out. She had two little dark nipples that looked as if they could cut glass. Brett searched for a second and found her bra stuffed into the shelf of food.

"Is that all you want from me? C'mon, I'll do anything for a good deal," she said suggestively. She was enjoying this far too much to be in it solely for the deal though. "You want me to play with my pussy? I need to hear you say it. I wanna play with my pussy, but you need to tell me to." She waited a few moments before giving a dazzlingly white grin. She stood so that her crotch was in the frame and pulled up her dress. Under it was a dark thong she pulled to the side. "Is this what you want?" She asked, patting the outside of her pussy.

She waited for the unheard reply and ran her middle finger between her lips, letting out a little "ah!" that may not have been entirely for show, given how shiny her finger appeared to be. Then she did it again, and again, faster and faster until she was using more than just the one finger. "Oh!" she cried. Brett realized that her voice was just one among many in the nearby shelves.