They take you then and there

While you stand there, in a daze, the wiry, thin one slips behind the counter. He yanks your skirt up and pushes two thick fingers into your pussy. You feel him stretch you out, and a slick of wetness follows. The big one follows. He moves to your side and begins groping your breasts through your blouse, squeezing roughly.

You're being manhandled in your own store. Taken. Like a common whore.

The leader leans on the counter, smiling, taking a certain sadistic pleasure in it all. “We're gonna have fun.”

For the next twenty minutes, they take turns behind the counter. Filling your insides again, and again.

Then... a customer comes in. For some reason, the commotion inside seems to have caught their attention, and a man just stands there, vaguely agape, as if not quite believing it. This happens many times. In many different ways.

One takes you behind while you try to help customers. Another makes you suck him off under the counter while you ring up purchases. Cum leaks down your thighs and lips, and everywhere in-between, while you try to go about your usual business.

When it's the end of the day. When they're done and gone. Your body is a aching, dripping mess, smelling of cum, sweat, and other things.