An employee being pleasured

The first thing you notice is that this aisle is reserved for soft drinks and juices. The second thing you notice is a girl at the end of the aisle, not much older than you by the looks of it. She's leaning on one of the middle pillars, trying to keep her balance. She has strawberry blonde hair, a cute, pixie-like face with colored cheeks and soft brown eyes. She is also dressed in the mandatory work-clothes of this particular brand of grocery store; a white buttoned up shirt and an emerald green skirt. Although the shirt is now buttoned completely down, showing her large round breasts trapped behind a white-laced bra, and her skirt pulled up, her white panties pulled to the side by the middle-aged, relatively attractive gentleman behind her.

He is kneeling behind her outstretched hump, his face planted between her soft, round cheeks and feasting on the prize within. By the sounds of it, he is an advanced pussy-eater because she can barely stifle her moans, which are now echoing though the aisle. They have not noticed you however, so you whisper softly so that only Super can hear.

'What's going on? Can he just do that to a random employee?'

'EMPLOYEES ARE REQUIRED TO,' Super answers. 'AT LEAST IN MOST PLACES. BOTH MALE AND FEMALE EMPLOYEES ARE REQUIRED TO DO AND PARTICIPATE IN ANY SEXUAL FAVOUR THEIR CUSTOMER MIGHT ASK OF THEM. IT'S QUITE NORMAL HERE.'

You look over at the cute girl, one hand leaning against the pillar, the other held in front of her mouth as she tries to stop herself from screaming. Her breasts almost swaying right out of her bra with each forceful thrust of the gentleman's tongue. 'So I can just ask her for like... a hand job?'

'YOU CAN ASK TO FUCK HER IF YOU WISH. IT IS CERTAIN SHE WILL DO SO.'

'I'd... like to take things slowly...' you whisper, a little ashamed. 'With your help of course. You're the expert.'

'I DON'T THINK I AM AN EXPERT, BUT I WILL HELP YOU IF YOU SO WISH.'

'Thank you.'