5:00, with Liz; a little harder

05:00

"Whaddaya mean ten bucks?!"

Liz sighed. "I mean ten bucks, miss."

Two of the three girls glared at her. The one in the lead, long black hair streaked through with red, was tapping her fingers on the counter. On one side, her tall, mohawked friend had folded her arms threateningly. On the other, a shorter girl with pink pigtails just looked bored on the rare occasions she looked up from her phone, but the visible bulge in her skirt put the lie to her seeming lack of attention.

"Nah, fuck that." Long-hair leaned forward, narrowing her eyes.

"Oh?" Liz played dumb and lifted the CD to reexamine it, playing dumb. "...No, looks like it still says ten bucks. So..."

She set the item back down and raised her eyebrows, lowering one hand to the edge of her belt. "...that'll be ten bucks."

The silent standoff lasted a handful of seconds, then Long-hair lunged. Liz hopped quickly back out of range, leaving the colorful punk to sprawl over the counter. Mohawk was busy facing off with Fatima, but Pigtails had already made it over the counter into the employee area, hurdling the glass jewelry case.

Liz's open palm impacted the girl's cheek, sending her reeling, and another hand reached down to pull away her foe's skirt, exposing an impressively fat ass and large cock.

Pigtails whined and squealed as Liz **** her face against the wall and fished out her own erection, beginning to move it between her victim's cheeks.

She only remembered about Long-hair when she felt three fingers stab into her own **** asshole, making her squeal herself.

Her legs trembled as she squirmed, trying to dislodge the intruder, while Pigtails redoubled her own squirming, trying to get free. Long-hair's other hand landed on her thigh, trying to either pull Liz back towards her or herself forward over the counter.

"Wh-Heeeey!"

The three fingers were abruptly extracted, with a pop so forceful that it left Liz winded. Shoving Pigtails' face forward and grinding it harshly into the wall, the punk employee half-turned to check on the situation.

Long-hair's face was wet with tears, the girl gurgling around the three fingers hooked into her own mouth. Her free hand was flailing while Christine's soda-bottle-sized member pumped into her helpless ass.

Liz directed a grateful smile and nod at her older coworker, newly returned to the register just in time to save Liz's ass. Another quick glance confirmed that Fatima had gotten Mohawk under control, the mohawk now the only part of the girl fully visible above where her head was pinned between the Muslim employee's thick thighs, being **** to **** on sixteen inches of fat brown meat.

Her smile growing, Liz thrust forward at the same time that she yanked Pigtails back by the arms, the two motions combining to shove her own twelve-incher up to the hilt in the now-wailing punk's asshole.

It would take more than this to get the better of her, or of any of them.