Some fear, some fun

A while later, after I was done cleaning and browsing through "Pussy Cat" for some clothing inspiration, I heard a couple of motor cycles slow down and stop. I could hear their engines running idle as a big guy with an impressive beard stepped into the store. I immediately associated his image with bears. He walked up to the counter and placed his large hairy hand on my magazine.
"Good evening, how may I help you?" I asked friendly. It was obvious from both his outfit and his tattoo that he was a member of the Lost MC and after what Amber told me, it wasn't unexpected at all.
"Listen, missy, do you sell any dope?" he said with a rumbling voice.
I shook my head, "No, I stay well away from the stuff. Why?"
"Someone is dealing around here and they're getting their supplies from a Latino gang from Los Santos. We need to know which gang." He leaned forward and placed a finger under my chin, "So you better pay attention to any Latinos coming in and let us know exactly what they look like. Bandanas, tattoos, everything. Give me some paper, I'll give you our number."
Trembling I showed him the paper Amber had given me, "The other girl who works here gave this to me, telling me the same."
He looked at it for a moment then let go of my chin, "Good, then you know what to do. Make sure you tell anybody else who works here. If I find out that you've been lying to me I'll come back to kill you. Understood?"
I nodded, "Yes, I understand, but I don't want to have anything to do with ****."
He grunted, "Keep it that way, missy. Remember, as soon as you see a Latino call us. Don't wait."
He turned, grabbed a 12-pack of Logger and said, "Put it on our tab." as he walked out.
"Will do, good night," I called after him.
As I heard them drive away I dug up the book of debts from under the counter and made a note of the 12-pack. I could tell from the entries that they paid regularly and I certainly wasn't going to fuss with any of them about any beer they took. I simply wrote it down and left the rest for my boss to work out. I put the book away and went back to my magazine.

As I flicked lazily through the pages it became clear to me that hipsters (not the types, but the panties, also known as hip huggers) were very popular in this magazine, especially combined with a short top or sport-bra. I did have a pair or two, but rarely wore them. My preferred type of panties were bikini briefs, regular cotton ones if I didn't plan on any having any action, the ones with lace for when I did. I went to the fridge, got myself a Sprunk and sipped from it as I went back to the front of the magazine and started to read one of the articles. It was mostly about how Universal Uniform was using drunken girls for their advertisements who they picked up from bars, along with some pro-America stuff that quickly began to bore me. On the next page I found an article with the title "Naughty Fantasies", which was about a woman in the porn industry. I started to read it leaning with my elbow on the counter. It was entertaining enough at first, then gradually became more graphic and detailed. As I read on, I slipped my hand under my skirt and into my panties. I dipped a fingertip between my wet folds, then dragged it up to my clit and started to massage it while continuing to read. The waistband of my panties began to irritate on the back of my hand, so I decided to take them off and put them under the counter with the intention to put them back on after I was done. My finger slid over my bare skin and I shuddered with lust. I dragged some of my moist up and as I circled over my clit I wanted more. I coated another finger, then another and spread my juices all over my sex and moaned in delight. The slippery sensations on my bare pussy were delicious and I was lost in the pleasure of simply rubbing my sex with my moist fingers for a while.