Yes, it looks like somebody did...

Zeke sucked at the few drop of soda that remained in his drink cup. His lunch break was over and he was walking back to his part-time job at 'The Slow Burn.' The store had clothes mostly for chicks, but somehow he'd managed to land a position there anyway. He wasn't going to argue. The pay wasn't bad for the amount of time he had to work, and he got to check out quite a few lovely ladies dressed in some very skimpy clothes. It wasn't a bad gig.

Right now, Chelsea was on the clock with him, though her lunch break had been before his. She wasn't a terribly sociable girl, but then again, Zeke didn't exactly run with the 'in-crowd' either. His hair was dyed a dark blue and was in short spikes. His lip and tongue were pierced, along with three in one ear. His punk image matched with Chelsea, though it was only coincidence. The two got along passively. She never made much noise.

And so, Zeke's eye brow rose in a show of confusion, when he heard what sounded like orgasmic yells from inside the store, which lay only a few yards away. His pace quickened a little, his curiosity peaked.

He looked inside from around the corner, and was very confused at what he saw. Chelsea was flinging clothes off a rack, which were making another in a growing amount of piles. She looked frantic in her search for whatever she was trying to find. All the while, he could swear he heard people grunting and moaning in the dressing rooms. Now Zeke wasn't one for sticking steadfastly too the rules or anything but...this was just too much.

He walked in slowly, looking around. "Uh...Chelsea?" he queried.

No answer from his coworker.

Zeke cleared his throat and spoke louder. "Chels! What are you doing?"

"I have to help the customer!" she shouted back, switching to another rack of clothes, tossing apparently unworthy garments behind her.

The situation was almost too much for Zeke to process. Chelsea was never enthusiastic about anything, much less helping a customer. As far as he'd ever seen, she resented everyone who ever came in the store, thinking of them rather, as a bother than anything else.

"Ooookay, " he replied. "So...why are you-" he was cut off as Chelsea held up something.

"HERE'S ONE!" she cried, seeming overjoyed. Zeke looked at what she was holding up. It was a bright pink vinyl tube top that looked really big. Bigger than would fit on most women. Chelsea darted from where she stood, back toward the dressing rooms, nearly tripping on one of the many piles of discarded garments that lay on the floor.

Zeke felt like he was watching a movie. He just stood there, holding his drink, watching what was happening, curious as to what strange new madness he'd see.

Chelsea seemed to take a deep breath to calm herself down, before politely knocking on the dressing room door. "Excuse me ma'am," she breathed out, her voice seeming to quiver with anticipation.

"Like, who's theeeere?" a voice giggled from inside the dressing room.

"I found you another top ma'am!" she called in.

The voice in the dressing room squealed with excitement. Zeke heard a lot of scrambling from inside and after a moment, the door swung open. Now Zeke knew why the rest of these clothes had been thrown to the ground as Chelsea searched for something to fit this customer. Inside was a woman dressed in a ridiculously revealing outfit over a pair of the largest breasts he'd ever seen. His jaw dropped. Behind her sat the panting form of a large black man. Zeke even recognized him. He was a security guard who worked in the mall! What on earth was going ON?!

"EEEE!" the large-breasted woman let out. "It's so ADORABLE!" she shouted, punctuating her statement with an air-headed giggle. As she took the article of clothing from Chelsea, the sales girl wavered, nearly falling down, she seemed to overwhelmed with relief.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Zeke raised his voice, so they all could hear him. He wasn't angry. Just very very confused.

The woman in the dressing room looked up from the clothing toward him. Her eyes widened, as did her idiotic grin. "Oooo you're hot!" she exclaimed, gushing. Zeke didn't know WHAT to do.