Thrift Store (Futa/Futa)

It was a little before noon, as usual, when Liz arrived at work.

The short-haired punk exchanged greetings with each coworker she passed on her way to clock in, then did the same as she proceeded out into the store proper and headed to her register.

Kady, a black girl with a sizable afro, was manning the donation area, Melanie, a kindly old woman with tits like wheelbarrows, was pricing items for resale, and Leah, the stocky, redheaded store manager, was going over papers in her office.

On the floor, Kristina, a young brunette, was patrolling for messes, while Tara and Rowan - a pair of best friends, a goth girl with heavy facepaint and a native American girl who kept her long hair in two braids, were stocking the shelves from a blue basket. As well, Mona's hair was visible over the tips of the shelves in the book section.

At the front of the store, Liz slipped behind the counter and set about opening her register. Seeing her arrive, Christine, an older brunette, began closing her own register, while Fatima, a thirty-something middle eastern woman, remained at hers. Corporate policy said that it was a waste of manpower to keep every register open at once except when necessary, and even then only temporarily.

After a minute, her computer finished loading, and Liz flicked her register's light to open. The punk exchanged smiles with Fatima, then turned to watch the customers, and settled in for a typical day at her thrift store.