Bookstore

As you enter the bookstore, with backpack slung over your shoulder, you're both slightly pleased and **** to see that you would be working alongside Amy today. Amy is a very attractive, young woman and well out of your league, though she has the most annoying habit of endlessly prattling on about her fiance. "James got two new cars from his parents for this birthday; a Lexus and a BMW!", "All of James private tutoring has paid off. He's been accepted into med school and he's going to be a doctor", "James this." "James that". At least she was very pretty to look at as she rambled on and on.

Amy herself is far from bright. Sometimes, you think it amazes any member of the staff that she was hired at all. She could rarely help a customer with locating a book on the odd chance one of the stumbling men that seemed to keep glancing in her direction worked up the courage to ask, let alone stock a book in the right place. Even using a cash register -- at least not as a customer -- was a challenge.

"Good afternoon Riley!" smiles Amy, fairly chipper as always obviously rocking back and forth from her heel to toe causes her ample c cups to slightly bounce in her low cut top which reminds you of why she's employed there. Her attractive, friendly nature brings in the customers in droves.

"Hi Amy. How's it go..." you begin only to be cut off by a familiar voice.

"Looks like you are running late again Riley..."

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