you try and escape

You hurry past the rows of shelves with various handtools and boxes of screws and bolts, wanting to exit the store you were nearly apprehended in for a public sex act. Close to halfway to the twin doors you find your way blocked by some table displays of powertools, fluorescent lighting gleaming down from hanging lamps just above them. You turn to go down the aisle and around the yellow tables when an older man in a Tool Territory polo shirt points at you.

"Hey! Weren't you the one the rent-a-cops were looking for?" he asks, hustling towards you. Eager to flee, you turn, only to find a deadend at the other end of the aisle. You look around, spying a two foot by one foot gap in the last display shelf. You dive for it, missing the grasp of the fifty-five year old man.

For the moment. Your progress is impeded by the wide flare of your hips catching material at the skirt's beltloops. You place your hands on the opposite side's bottom shelf and pull. You go nowhere. ****, you push back. You still go nowhere. You ass juts from the hole, three feet in the air. You kick your feet as you feel a rough hand  glide up your bare thigh. On the shelf's other side, all is quiet. You use your hands to hold yourself up amidst the display of shop vacs on the shelves around you.

"Looks like your ass is mine now, cutie," you hear the old man say behind you. You can make out his sneering features through the perforated holes as you turn to look  at him through the otherwise solid wall.

"Please, just let me leave here," you beg, still afraid security might be looking for you.

"You're in a man's world now, sweetness. You'll leave when I say you can leave," he instructs, pulling your little skirt taut across your ass. "Let me help you with this wore-out looking skirt."

He picks a sander, then decides on a buffer. You shudder as you hear a motor whine.

He glides the rubber disc over  the whitened  material, and round and round your assglobes. The worn material begins to thin as his prick lengthens. You hump your hips to the touch of the powertool as it heats those cheeks up,  causing your pussy to perculate as well. You see an old man head to you.

You smile widely to him. He was one of the senior citizens with a ringside seat at your  video show. Wordlessly, you pull up what there is of your shirt's hem, arching your back to balance mid-air as you flash him your treasured chest.

On the other side, the Seers employee admires his handiwork. "That's better. Show those panties off." The denim covering your ass is now so thin the floral pattern of your lacy white undies is visible to any who look.

Your fan on the other side only smiles as he plugs a display vacuum into the table's outlet. Flipping the switch, he wordlessly puts the open end of the hose against your right aureole. Then your left. You buck in climax at the suctioning tube on your sensitive mams.
The nipples have each extended to over an inch each.

At your backside, the buffer stops and a hand drill starts to purr and spin. He has no bit clamped in, but points it to your lacy crotch anyway.

The spinning head catches the lace, ripping an inch wide hole as it spins inside you. You hump back wantonly on the vibrating drill, your face a big smile on the other side.

You grab the vac hose from the pre-occupied retiree and aim it at his crotch.

"Gimee!" you pout, childlike, as he follows your pull.

Then, you drop the hose and wrestle his penis out of his pants, bringing the throbbing old prick to your mouth. You suckle in mindless ecstasy as the drill nose is cold between your asscheeks.

The drill disappears and the cock of the tool man slides briefly between  your swampy cuntlips.

"Ooh, Mister!" you yell as his slicked cock pushes  through the lace's hole and into your buttery bunghole.

Your shout startles the man previously  in your mouth and he shoots all over your still exposed titmounds. You rub the goo into your skin, tweaking the distended nipples til you quake in climax, both from cumwaxed aureoles and the new deposit of spunk at your backdoor.

You feel him grab you at the beltloops and yank you  loose from the cutout. 

"Now get out of this store and stay out!" the salesman barks, otherwise ignoring you.