She works the till

A chime sounded; Martha tried not to slump. That meant someone was waiting to be checked out, and she was on duty for that.

Reluctantly, Martha made her way to the front of the store. Huge glass windows looked out on the street, meaning to advertise the shop's interior but, in her experience, she only knew them as the windows that exposed her whenever she had to work near the entrance.

She hurried to get into place behind the till, sitting down despite the fact it made it a little harder to reach items because it at least meant she had her pussy hidden behind the divider. Thoroughly embarassed, she nonetheless managed a false smile at the customer.

"How can I help?" Martha said.

And so she sat stark naked on the stool, scanning item after item through. She did her best to holding everything in front of her chest, if by some miracle this was one of the few people in the city that hadn't seen her tits before, but it felt woefully inadequate,

She tensed every time the shop's doors opened; she was far too close to them, a breeze reaching her body each time a customer came in.

Just another reminder of this world's objection to giving women any modesty. Instead of a proper little area to sit while she worked, the only barrier was between her and the customer. A side view of her naked form atop the stool was displayed openly to anyone that walked past in or outside the shop.

She crossed her legs and tried not to whimper.

The till was one of the worst places to work. At least when she was stacking shelves she could move around, try to keep to the quiet areas; here she was just expected to sit still and let herself be ogled.

No one on this planet was shy about their staring. Taking photos was only one form of appreciation; openly looking was the most common.

"Thank you," the customer said eventually, bagging everything up in a reuseable wire mesh that seemed almost out of place in the 21st-century-ish shop.

"Come again!" Martha said, customer service smile still on to cover up her embarassment.

Oh, time to go back and stack shelves and hide behind the trolly. She moved to stand-

And then squeaked as someone else approached the till. Martha hastily sat down, hoping she'd at least hidden her ass in time.

She had to take what little modesty she could, these days. Wanting to cry from humiliation, Martha still managed an increasingly fake-seeming smile as yet another sranger came up and appreciatively looked at her boobs.

"How can I help?"