Kept her mouth shut

Emily decided to let James continue. He began rubbing his cock against her slit again, making her moan instinctively. "You're wet," James stated. Emily could tell he was right.

"James, are you there?" buzzed his radio again. He clicked his tongue, pausing. A few seconds later came, "Respond, James." The employee took the walkie from his belt and clicked it off just as the voice started talking again, "James, where a-"

James put the device back where he'd taken it from. "No more distractions," he said, reaching a hand down and rubbing Emily's clit. She put a hand to cover her mouth in order to stifle more moans, but one escaped loudly anyway. "Really wet!" he finished his earlier thought.

Emily hated that she was getting closer and closer to cumming with each passing second. Just as she started involuntarily thrusting her hips, she heard footsteps approaching.

"James!" came a stern female voice. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Emily looked up to see another employee, older than James.

"Fuck!" James hissed, getting up quickly and putting away his dick.

"I've been radioing you for help and you're seriously here getting your randies off in the middle of your shift!? This is the last fucking straw!"

Suddenly James got quite angry looking. "It's not my fault!" he shouted, "It's the fucking breeding pass!"

"Breeding pass?" the woman asked, clearly still angry herself, "What are you on about?"

During this exchange, Emily had gotten up and straightened her dress out. She wasn't about to stick around to see how this panned out. She slowly backed away from the situation and started heading deeper into the department store.