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.

Maybe it's getting too hot in here...

You turn away and undo the top button of your shirt, and then a second, and finally a third. You do it just enough to show off your perky cleavage. Not only that, but without a bra, there is no strap between them, nor any to go over your shoulders, and someone might notice that. You kneel down to look through your boxes when you spot him through your peripheral vision looking down at your jiggling melons.

You eventually stand up and readjust your top. 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? Me too." You tug the collar of your shirt and fan the already-low fabric in a teasing manner.

He looks straight at your chest, barely covered. "I uh, don't know if you could dress cooler."

"Yeah. Maybe a skirt or something. These clothes are already so thin, I feel like I shouldn't be so hot," you say with a sigh, moving your hands up your body and to your chest, briefly pressing them up before letting them fall back down.

He takes a sharp inhale and tries to focus. "Yeah 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 these boxes," you tease, and hanging your body back over the cart, even farther than before.

Before he sees something slip out, he groans and quickly hustles off before he gets into serious trouble. You can't help but giggle. All the while, you don't feel hot at all. In fact, it ends to be rather drafty in most aisles. You can feel the cool air waft up the legs of your pants, and over your bare region beneath.

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.