Janice, the head of security

You gasp at the interruption and nearly fall off the couch. You steady yourself on the back and manage to turn around and sit down next to Veronica.

"Oh, no," Veronica mutters as she sees who has interrupted your fun.

A very fat woman in an ill-fitting security uniform regards you both with an angry expression. The woman has a classic dyke haircut, right down to the unattractive rat tails in back. She looks to be in her late 40s, with a large nose and thick glasses that magnify her blue eyes. She has enormous breasts in keeping with her overall bulk and a huge ass that threatens to explode from the tight blue slacks she's wearing.

"I caught you, you harlot!" The woman exclaims triumphantly.

"Who is it?" You whisper to Veronica.

"Janice, the head of security," she whispers back as Janice stalks back and forth. "She's been trying to get me fired for months. I turned her down when she asked me out."

"Shut up, you two little sluts!" She roars. "Get dressed, get your stuff, and come with me."

She storms out of the changing room, leaving you and Veronica to exchange horrified glances.

Veronica seems very shaken by the interruption. As you strip off the panties and begin dressing in your clubbing outfit the beautiful salesgirl paces and curses under her breath. When you're dressed you gather up the two lingerie sets and put your hand gently on her shoulder. She shrugs it off.

"I'm fucked, Joy!" She says. "She's going to get me fired!"

"Maybe I can-," you begin, but Veronica cuts you off.

"Just let me handle it," she stalks towards the door, "come on."

Fat Janice is waiting outside with a cruel smile on her face. She wordlessly escorts you through an employees only door and to a small security room with a bank of monitors, wooden desk, and office chair. There is also a cheap vinyl bench seat opposite the desk. Janice gestures for you to sit down.

"I've finally got you, Veronica," Janice gloats. "I've got the tapes, right down to the audio where you asked this slut here to sit on your face."

"Why are you doing this?" Veronica cries, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"Does it really matter?" Janice looms over you both.

"Please," Veronica sobs.

"Why should I take pity on you now?" Janice laughs.

Veronica doesn't have an answer. Janice turns her attention to you.

"And you!" She wags her finger at you. "I could call the cops and have you charged with public indecency."

"I'll do whatever you want!" Veronica blurts. "Just leave her out of this."

That catches Janice's attention. She turns back to the salesgirl.

"Oh, and just what will you do for me that might convince me to forget about this tape?" She laughs.

Veronica mumbles something.

"What? I can't hear you!" Janice lowers her ear to Veronica's lips. "Tell me again."

Veronica whispers something in the fat lady's ear and Janice breaks out in a smile.

"Well," she looks to you, "your slutty little friend here seems to have made an offer I can't refuse. You can go."

Veronica looks at you, tears streaming from her eyes, and nods for you to go.