Wait for the employee to return to vacuuming.

Jen did her best to stay patient as she hid behind the hanging shirts. She listened to the sounds the employee was making in the store room, moving card board boxes and walking around. Using the moment alone to some slight advantage Jen tried to stretch her thigh muscles out to ease the throbbing ache that was growing.

She estimated she had been waiting five to ten minutes when she heard footsteps coming closer. She quickly got back on her feet and peeked over the clothes. The older woman was walking towards the vacuum. Jen eased closer towards the store room and placed her hand near the hanger pole so she could start shifting the shirts to the side.

She watched as the woman grabbed the vacuum and flicked it on. The whining hum started again and Jen used the noise to cover any sound that might come from the hangers being shifted about. She began near the center, inching clothes over one or two at a time. If she made a big gap and the lady noticed, she might come to investigate- or at the very least move all the clothes back to their proper position. So Jen began with minor changes to start creating the gap she’d need.

Though she had hoped the woman’s vacuuming would quickly put her in a position facing away, Jen watched as she turned the vacuum towards her and started zipping it under the display tables. Jen paused in shifting the clothes. She started to become worried that the lady might take the vacuum towards her before facing away. She hadn’t considered this before skipping the chance to go out the front door. If she came this way, not only might she notice the clothes a bit bunched up, but Jen would have to try to dodge the vacuum as it slid underneath the shirts. Striking Jen’s foot with it would guarantee the lady investigating.

Finding a naked woman hiding in your store would be a hell of a way to end your shift, Jen thought. And a terrible way for this to end for me…

Jen watched as the employee moved forward past the row of tables she’d just finished cleaning and started sweeping the vacuum under the next row, the last row between them. Jen ducked her head down a bit, peering between two clothing hangers. The woman was focused on her cleaning but that wouldn’t prevent her from looking up and potentially spotting her.

As the woman reached the end of the tables, she turned and faced the front of the store. Jen was to the woman’s left side now, mere feet away. Her hands were shaking with near-panic, but she was relieved to see the woman moving the vacuum away from her.

She’s heading towards the front of the store, Jen thought. She **** herself the breath steadily to ease her nerves. She might just avoid being caught.

Jen set to work on shifting the clothes aside again. Assuming the lady didn’t turn around, Jen would be fine leaving the clothes bunched up. She started to work quicker, still taking care not to make much noise, but knowing the vacuum’s hum would cover most any sounds she made.

When the employee got further away, nearing the front of the store, Jen pushed the last of the clothes aside. Without waiting she immediately crept out of the alcove and moved towards the store room. She didn’t bother to replace the clothes. She likely had less than a minute before the lady reached the front of the store, at which point she would probably turn around.

Moving the curtain aside, Jen entered the store room and took two quick steps to her left, away from the side she had hidden on before. She finally allowed herself to stand up straight, her thighs happy to not be taxed in a squatting position anymore.

The door to the hallway was closed now. Jen eased up to the door and gently turned the handle. She pulled the door open and put her ear against the crack. She couldn’t hear anything beyond the vacuum. Opening the door further she stuck her head out and looked around. The hallway’s curve prevented her from seeing terribly far, but what she could see was vacant. Without a second thought she stepped into the hallway and eased the door closed behind her.

Immediately she broke into a quick walk, only slightly concerned with not making noise. Focused on getting as much distance from the store as possible, she could only assume that when the employee noticed all the clothes on the rack pushed to the side that someone had been in the store. If she didn’t call security, Jen would be amazed.

The hallway seemed deserted. Since entering the clothing store all of the inventory boxes had been taken into their respective shops. Trash bags and folded boxes still leaned against the walls at sporadic points, some stacks two high which would offer a hiding place if she needed one. But many shops had only put one bag out, and either Jen’s head, feet, or both, would be visible if she tried to take cover behind them.

As she arced around the hallway’s curve, the exit finally came into view. One more shop door stood closed ahead of her, and then a hallway branching off to the right beyond that. Past the hallway there was three more feet of wall and then the door heading outside.

Jen picked her pace up to a jog, her hands stopping her breasts from swaying, the other arm swinging with each step but ready to dart in front of her vagina if anyone came by. She felt a bounce in her ass as each heel struck the tile floor, but she ignored this while she moved.

She passed the shop door quickly, then slowed as she neared the hallway. With a quick glance, she saw that it too was empty. Without any more hesitation she stepped across and approached the door.

Peering outside, Jen saw a few cars littering the parking lot. The street lamps across the lot were the only illumination out there. She couldn’t see anyone moving about, no cars passing around. She opened the door wide and stepped out, immediately cutting to her left and moving behind the bushes planted next to the door. Ducking down flared the pain in her thighs once more, but after taking so many chances to get here, she wasn’t going to risk being seen now.

She wasn’t waiting for long when a car ahead of her turned its headlights on. That has to be Eve, Jen thought, remembering her promise to park in view of the door. She watched as the car pulled out of the parking space and turned towards her. As it approached it swerved to Jen’s left, then made a tight right before pulling up next to the curb.

Another quick glance around and Jen was on her feet, side-stepping the plants and sprinting across the short sidewalk. Eve leaned over and pushed the passenger door open, and Jen quickly fell into the seat. Once the door was shut Eve shifted the car and started driving. Jen fumbled blindly in the back seat for her clothes.

“You made it!” Eve said, grinning. “Anyone catch you?”

“No,” Jen said, dropping her clothes on her lap and immediately grabbing her bra. “I’m going to run out of luck one of these days.”

Eve giggled, “nah, you’re becoming a pro at this!”

Jen didn’t bother to answer, only focusing on getting her clothes on as quickly as possible.