"Hello? Is someone here?" Andrea and Tiffany heard a woman shout out.
Tiffany pulled away from Andrea. They were both on the floor of the changing room and completely topless. And up until a few seconds ago, they were both playing with each other's breasts. Andrea was thinking about going to the next level and asking Tiffany if she wanted to strip down all the way and have sex, but then they heard the woman calling out from the sales room. It was at that moment that Andrea finally came to her senses. What was she doing?! After Tiffany pulled away from her, she pulled away from Tiffany.
"I ... I have a customer," Tiffany said, catching her breath.
Andrea wanted her to go. She wanted her to go help the woman, but mainly she just wanted her to leave. The more time she stayed, the more Andrea wanted to feel her breasts under her touch. What was wrong with her? Where were these obviously sinful feelings coming from? She didn't even want to think about what she and Tiffany had been doing for the last few minutes. Or did she? Andrea looked at Tiffany, who was trying to stand up. And then Andrea's look turned into a leer. Tiffany had such a hot body. And those breasts! She reached forward and grabbed them, pulling Tiffany back down towards the floor. Andrea couldn't control herself. She was possessed by lust and she just couldn't help it.
"But the customer ..." Tiffany started.
"Let her help herself," Andrea said, before pulling the saleswoman in for another kiss. "We're busy."
Debbie walked to the back of the sales room. "Hello?" she called out. Where was everyone? Was the store not open? Maybe someone was in the storage or changing rooms. She walked towards the changing room first and immediately heard noises. It sounded like two people moaning. What was going on back there?
"Hi, I'm Jim Bennet. I'm here to see my mom," Jim told the woman in the main lobby.
"Katie Bennet?"
"Yeah, that's right."
The woman studied him for a moment, then said "Take this and go on up." She handed him a visitor's ID.
"Okay, thanks," Jim said, smiling as he took it from her. But the woman didn't smile. She should really loosen up a bit. It was obvious that she took this job way too seriously.
Jim attached the ID to his shirt, then headed upstairs via the elevator. It was only after he was halfway up to his mom's floor when he realized that he might have caused another problem. When he grabbed for his ID, he thought he might have made tactile contact with that woman. What if he infected her too? He shook his head. One thing at a time. Right now, fixing his mother was more important.
After Jim walked to the elevator, Tamara looked up from the lobby desk and at the clock. She sighed. This job was so boring. Surely she could be doing something more fun than sitting here for hours. But what? Her mind wandered, probably for the first time ever, as she thought about blowing off her job and finding something fun to do instead.
