A concerned customer.

You try to remain calm and act like an employee while the customer walks up. She is in her mid twenties, with long, wavy blonde hair that almost reaches her ass. Her face is pretty, with a light smattering of freckles that adds a cute aspect to her, and on first impressions you feel that despite the pretentious nature of the shop, this customer is fairly normal. She is wearing a white blouse that does nothing to hide the large tits hidden behind them and a black skirt. Her legs are clad in either tights or stockings, but you are unable to say unless she lifts her skirt. Hmm...not a bad idea, you think, but your plans are interrupted by your new employee friend moving from your dick to your balls, popping one in her mouth and sucking on it hard.

The customer says something, but you don't hear as your mind is swimming in lust. You groan a little as your other ball gets some attention, and the customer speaks again. This time you hear it.

"Are you OK?" she asks, genuine concern on her face.

"Yeah...mmm....yeah, just fine," you reply, trying to casually lean on on the counter. Instead, your arm slips off and you just look clumsy and awkward. The employee reverts back to your cock, and starts to deep throat you. This takes you totally by surprise and you moan again, your legs buckling a little as your dick hits the back of her throat.

"Is there something going on round there?" asks the customer, walking round the counter.

"Yeah, yeah, It's OK, don't come..." Too late. The woman gasps as she sees the other side, the customer seeing the brunette employee on her knees, bobbing her head on your cock, semingly oblivious to her watching. Great, you think. You look at the shocked customer, realising that if you don't do something quick, you're in for a lot of trouble.