I had scurried from my primary job which I hated with a passion to my new assignment as the “fitting room girl” and found the place buzzing with e...citement due to the holiday sale that discounted the contents of the entire store to a level that attracted new customers from far and wide.With twenty-four fitting rooms and only one other girl to help me, I was literally run ragged moving from one tiny space to the other to assist customers. It had gotten to a point that I didn’t have time to first. Don’t come back again for a while,” I demanded.“I need to tell Sarah you are back in business,” Ester said.“I don’t think she will care,” I replied.“She says only nice things about you,” Ester said.“Too bad, she doesn’t say nice things to me any longer,” I replied.After Ester, I went home to deal with Michael. His withdrawal wasn’t violent. He was able to control it. It was possible that he controlled it too well. If he was faking the PTSD symptoms he was damn good at it. However he wasn’t. I could not see the other girl's face clearly in the dim light but I could see she had long auburn hair and her tight body betrayed her youth. They were not touching each other but were joking and laughing. The laughter continued as I began to pleasure myself. The girls would occasionally touch each other, but only on the shoulder or arm. Perhaps I had sat in front of the window too late. Then again, maybe the show hadn't started yet. My mind was racing as my hand tightened around my cock and. The tension is getting to me. I have never experienced this position before. I want her so badly. The excitement is almost too much. “Fuck me Heather.” I want her to turn me into a quivering mess. “Please!” Whether it is my plaintive cry or her own desire that drives it, but her dripping pussy slips around my hardness. She leans forward, her hands propping her up between my legs. She feels so good. The sight of my cock being enveloped by her is amazing. My cock inside her is harder than ever..