Worst Day Yet

"Not quite yet, thank you," replied the man happily, "I'm just looking for some things. I'll call you if I need your help, shall I?"

"Of course, Sir." Martha said, feeling hopeful. If this man could do his shopping without her, she could stack shelves at the back of the shop and avoid him where necessary. It wasn't much, but a few minutes alone at a time were the only things getting her through the days now.

She scurried to the back of the shop and busied herself with the trolley. She calmed herself down enjoying the brief bit of privacy the shelves gave her. It was lucky for her that the store had very little traffic, it meant she usually found some time each day where she wasn't being ogled by the whole damned planet. It helped for her to imagine that she was alone and wearing a thick coat, a baggy tracksuit, layers of clothing that not only covered her, but hid every hint of her form so that no one could even guess what her body looked like.

"Excuse me! Miss!" She was snapped back to reality by the same customer again. "Could you show me where I could find the fish-fingers and some custard?"

It took all her effort not to cry at being so harshly dragged back to her humiliating reality. "Yes of course, fish-fingers are right this way." She lead him to the frozen food aisle and picked out a box for him. Next she moved to the next row of shelves and gritted her teeth. The custard was high up; she would need a ladder.

She took the shelf ladder from a wall nearby and positioned it carefully. Deciding to just get it over with, she climbed up, feeling the man's eyes look up as she climbed just high enough to reach the carton on the top shelf. Her bottom was just two inches above his face and he was looking up, straight at her naked, exposed, **** cunt.

Martha grabbed the item and was about to drop down the ladder as fast as possible before the man spoke, "Excuse me, I'm sorry but cold you hold that position, you do look beautiful from this angle." She didn't have time to respond before she saw him brandish a camera in the corner of her eye.

Martha grimaced and felt her cheeks burn. She had never been more humiliated in her life.

"Thank you very much!" Continued the customer with an element of awe in his voice, "I don't suppose I could take another photo of your front? It's just with a body as beautiful as yours, it seems a shame not to capture all of it."

There was no way to refuse him without being reported to the police. She once again put on her customer service smile and stepped down the ladder to face him. The man took at least a dozen photographs with her in several poses, each one emphasizing her lack of privacy and autonomy in a new and humiliating way. He finished with a close up shot featuring just her boobs, then thanked her profusely for her "gift of beauty to the world." Martha couldn't bring herself to speak.

"So, are you about to go to the announcement then? I've heard attendance is mandatory for all except critical workers?"

Martha hid her disappointment at being reminded. Yesterday the Prime Minister of the colony had announced that there would be a new social law cemented into the system at noon today, and it would be announced in a public speech where all citizens of the city were expected to attend except in **** cases of necessity.

"Yes, of course. I'm just closing up now."