Stock those shelves.

As you move down the aisles, sorting and putting out stock, you're the one on display. You stand with grace, and shoot smiling glances at those who pass by. Everybody you see seems to leave happier than when they came. Well, besides a few that you're pretty sure were envious. Either way, you keep doing your job, though you start to become bored. Nothing interesting has really happened yet.

In the cereal section, you end up putting out boxes with a man pushing a cart behind you. He meets your gaze, and you give him a smirk, causing him to react surprisingly bashfully. The man looks to be several years older than you, with short brown hair, and a pretty handsome, strong face. You wonder if you should do something.

Some stock needs to go on the bottom shelf, and someone has to do it...

You bend over onto your knees and put away boxes, though after that, you pretend to continue. Given how tiny your skirt is, it rides up your rear quite easily, giving any behind you a nice view of just the bottom of your panties--enough to tease. You sway your hips left and right while humming a tune to yourself, pretending now to notice.

Meanwhile, the man definitely notices. He gulps, nervous that you or someone will catch him peeking, but he can't look away. The bottom of your perfect, smooth cheeks is on display, bouncing back and forth. He can see part of the lace. It's clearly a pair of panties meant to be seen. You just keep pretending, however, and you begin to wonder how long he'll stay just to keep watching.

You eventually stand back up and pat down your skirt. You turn to face him. He's noticeably flushed, but more importantly, you look down to see a bulge being contained by his jeans.

You're not sure if he saw you glance down there, but right after, he shifts his pants awkwardly and tries to strike up a conversation.

"Oh hey there. What's up?"

You smile. "Not much. Just working. You?"

"You know. Just buying groceries..."

You stroke your fingers through your hair. "Are you all right? You look hot."

"I'm great! It's just really warm in here."

"Really? I'm kind of chilly."

He looks down at your unclothed legs and then back to you. "You should uh, wear a bit extra or something if you're getting too cold at work."

"You don't like my outfit now?" You frown, and pinch the ends of your skirt for a nearly inappropriate curtsy.

He takes a sharp inhale and tries to focus. "I like it. I do. Just uh--I should go. My wife is waiting for me an aisle over."

"You better hurry and see her then. She might start getting jealous. Meanwhile, I'll just go back to stocking these shelves," you tease, and lower yourself back to the ground.

Before you can perk your rear back up, he groans and quickly hustles off before he gets into serious trouble. You can't help but giggle.

Next, you find yourself needing to help a coworker out. It seems like you're quicker at your job than they are. There are two new employees that could use your expertise, but you can only help one of them at time, unfortunately for them. It's only a matter of choosing which one to help. One is a boy and the other is a girl, both a couple years younger than you and pretty timid.