Restocking

“Let’s start you off with something simple. The napkin dispensers need a restock. Think you can do that?”

Katrina nodded.

“Good, it’s over at the condiment station, and the extras are in the cabinet underneath. Get started on that while I think of some other things for you to do.” Brie waived Katrina off, dismissing her to start on her first task. Katrina felt her insides twist at being sent off like some servant. A minute ago she was the customer who was always right and now she was being ordered around like an employee. Less than a regular employee, actually, those got to wear clothes.

Katrina trudged along towards the condiment station on the other side of the shop. One arm covered her breasts while the other was between her legs. She glanced nervously at the other customers, some of whom paused to watch the growing spectacle in front of them. At one of the tables, a women pointed her friend to Katrina. The other woman gasped then burst into a small giggle before stifling it halfway through as she noticed Katrina looking back at her. She gave Katrina a half-smile, but didn’t stop her eyes from still wandering Katrina’s naked form. Katrina cast her eyes forward and sped towards the condiment station, ignoring the growing heat in her face.

Finally at her destination, Katrina opened the cabinets underneath the condiment station. The napkins were in there like Brie said, but they were so far back and cabinet was so low she couldn’t reach it standing there. She could bend over, give the whole store a show and let them see….

Katrina shook her head. No. That was too much for her right now. She glanced back at Brie who was watching from the register. She gave Katrina a nod to continue, a smile on the edge of her lips. No getting out of this without rewriting the rule, and Katrina didn’t want to chicken out. She crouched down, keeping her posture as straight as possible. Her bare back and rear now fully on display for the shop. How many people were watching? Was that a giggle she heard beneath the sound of the coffee machine?

She grabbed the napkins as quick as she could and stood back up. Her hands shook as she opened the dispenser and shoved a pile of new napkins in it. Face red and heart beating fast, the brunette turned around and scurried back to the counter.

Brie smiled as Katrina returned, “Did you get everything done?”

Katrina nodded, “Yes.”

“And did you put them in neatly?”

“Um….”

“We need things to look professional around here, got it? I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but if you don’t do your work properly then I might just have you take orders in the drive-through as punishment.”

Katrina eyes widened. The thought of standing outside in broad daylight with nothing but her birthday suit taking orders for random strangers sent her heart racing.

Brie grinned at her, a twinkle in her eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you wear shoes but just those. We can’t ruin your lovely uniform.”

Katrina smiled back at her with a faint quiver. Brie wasn’t going mad with power, was she?

[ Author's Note: writing block definitely kicking my butt right now and while I know how I want to end this small beginning arc I don't know what I want to do to get there. So, I'm letting you readers get a say in the matter. There are five options in the poll below. I'll take the most voted and work with that one. Also feel free to comment below if you have any ideas on what you would like to see. No guarantee those will make it in, but I always appreciate engagement!

Happy reading, Willow out!]

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