The Red Head

Making up your mind you head towards the burger bar and take a proper look at the red head. She appears to be early twenties, dressed in converse shoes, blue jeans and a white blouse that seems to be straining a little to contain her bosom. Her hair, currently tied in a pony tail is a wavy, natural red, hanging down to just below her shoulder blades.

"How much should I get out the freezer?" A voice suddenly calls from behind the counter and you spot a boy, obviously only a year out of school and still covered in teenage acne.

The Red Head sighs, her back to the boy as she continues to wipe down the counter. "Same as last week James."

"Um..... how much was that again Amy?" He asks, and you smile to yourself as you catch him checking out her arse. This could be his lucky day.

You turn your gaze back to Amy, and as she turns you focus a tiny amount of your power on her top button. The cotton holding the button in place gives out and the button pings away letting the shirt gape open a little at the top and flashing James with a rather healthy amount of cleavage.

"Oh crapola!" Amy exclaims, quickly looking around to try and locate the now missing button, until her eyes catch James. "And quit stareing ya perv, you're acting like you've never seen a bit of cleavage before."