Sophie stands behind the counter, cash playing through her hands, giving people her signature big smile that lights up her eyes, as she hands them their change, wishing them a good day they couldn’t help but have now that she said it. Her hair towered over her in her best Bridgitte Bardot bun. Messy, and chic, and glamorous in a way only high femme lesbians have mastered. 

As the customer walks away she lets out an inaudible sigh of relief. Her thighs squeezed together, her eyelids pressed closed momentarily. She just needs a moment for some water. If anyone looked at her they would be none the wiser. Her hand lands on the waist of her satin dress as she lowers her mask to take a sip of her water. Her slip dress felt insufficient. Just a tiny bit of fabric between her and hungry eyes. Feeling the cold of the water rush down her throat, the smooth of the fabric rest under her fingertips, and the way the hair stood up at the base of her neck made everything seem too much. Every sensation heightened. Her pulse slightly too high. Her breath under her mask too measured. 

Her eyes wander around the store, checking to see if anyone needs attending too. Luckily they do not. She takes a moment to lean herself against the back of the counter. Her body melting.

“Fuck you,” she texts Kal, under the counter. 

“Having a good time then?”

Sophie can practically feel the smug tone of Kal’s voice in her text. Sophie rolls her shoulders back bracing herself, resettling herself, while annoyed at the spike of heat Kal sears through her. 

“I wish I was there to watch you.”

Taking a deep breath in, Sophie tries to relax her whole body. She knows if Kal was here she would be able to see every tense muscle in her body. She would be able to see in Sophie’s eyes how she’s reserved right now. Actively keeping a secret. Kal would want to push her into a fitting room, lift up her dress, and curve her fingers inside Sophie till she spilled on her girlfriend’s fingers gasping frantically. 

The pulse of the vibrator buried inside her spiked. She knows I’m thinking about it, rolls through Sophie’s mind. She wants attention. But Kal can’t have it. Another customer walks up to the counter. So instead she takes the item, scans it, finds the sensor and removes it from the garment. She asks how the customer is doing, if they have any fun plans for the night. She folds up the sweater, tucking the arms in just so. She asks if they want a bag. They say yes and she slides it into one of the paper bags below the register. She smiles and wishes them well. 

Her jaw under her mask is tense even as she keeps her voice light and conversational. Every shift as she leans down for the bag, places the item in, reaches over to hand over the items, jostles her. More than just the vibration, she can feel the curve of it lean into her g-spot, making her crave escape. Crave the ability to turn feral and start working the toy inside her, play her sharpened nails over her sensitive clit. To turn into nothing but a pile of need in the middle of the store because nothing else matters. 

Another buzz.

“How do you feel, babe?”

“Feel good,” Sophie manages to quickly type back under the counter. 

The vibration kicks up a notch. 

“Imagine my mouth on your shoulders. Tongue on your skin. Teeth sinking into you. My hand between your perfect legs. Everyone able to see that you belong to me. They all wish they could lift that little dress you’ve got on and feel you, but I’m the one who gets to.” 

Sophie has to stop herself from moaning out loud. Kal knows just what to say to get her going. She fantasizes about Kal’s hands feeling her up. Her strong fingers cupping and playing with her chest, working her nipples between her fingers. Kal undoing her bra and slipping it off so that the stiffness of her nipples shows right through the thin satin hugging her body. She imagines the eyes that would pretend not to take in the sight. Eyes shifting from her tits to her face, embarrassed and blushing. 

She would blush in return. Unable to hide. Kal behind her with a knowing smile. Sophie can feel that her eyes have glazed over, her hands wrapped into balls of fabric at the side of her dress. She tries to snap out of it but the vibrator shoots up to the highest setting out of nowhere. Sophie gasps out loud. She looks around and is so so grateful that no one seems to have noticed. 

Distraction. That’s what she needs. She comes out from behind the counter and start’s straightening. Checking that hangers are facing the right direction. Making sure buttons are buttoned, pants that have fallen desperately on the floor are put back on their hangers. The intensity remains. It’s like Kal wants Sophie to feel like she’s being forcibly bent over to take it. 

A flush is creeping over Sophie’s skin. She can feel the flush on her cheeks, but that, at least, is covered by her mask. But she can feel that her skin is hot. Her shoulders likely blushed pink. Damp forms at her hairline. She can feel her hair going frizzy from the sweat and the heat building up inside her. 

Kal placed this inside her last night and told her to keep it safe. Sophie woke up to it buzzing inside her with Kal’s mouth between her legs. Kal pinned her down and made her take it till she was shaking and begging for mercy. Kal’s strong arms had been wrapped around her legs, keeping them open and pinned down. Her mouth knows how to play her like a fiddle. Sophie had soaked Kal’s face as she pleaded through her orgasm. Only then had Kal given her mercy, moving her face back to look up at Sophie with mischief in her eyes, before grabbing a belt only Kal had the key to to keep the plug inside her all day long.

Her coworker Al comes up from the basement, signaling that their lunchbreak is done and fuck Sophie couldn’t have run to the back faster. 

“Going to do some tagging,” she says hurriedly to Al. 

“Okay?’ Al half asks, but also sometimes we just need a break, so they don’t question it for now.  

When Sophie plops down in a chair she does pick up a tagging gun and looks blearily at a shirt that needs tagging, starting in on the task, doing a few shirts before the tagging gun sags in her hand. She shifts in her seat. Without thought she moves so that the edge of the chair rests between her legs. She leans forward, grinding herself back on it. 

And then Sophie realizes what she’s doing. Broken out of her haze. She looks at herself and throws the tagging gun aside and decides to fucking go for it. She takes her phone out and starts working herself against the chair. Her whole body feels like it's sighing in relief. Sophie hopes to god nobody comes in. 

“Fuck Kal.”

“Feels good doesn’t it?” 

“It really fucking does. Needed this.”

“I know you did babe, fuck that place.”

She was so right, fuck this place, Sophie started riding the edge of the chair, pushing against the plug vibrating inside her. She leaned forward, the pile of clothes a pillow for her forehead as her fingers came up to her chest, playing with herself. Moaning as her nipples responded to her touch. Wishing they were Kal’s fingers. Imagining they are Kal’s fingers. Imaging Kal behind her, her leather strap filling the place up with its musky scent. Kal’s rough fingers on her hips as she pushes her onto the table, ass up so that Kal can wind up her body just how she always does. She always gets Sophie like this. Single minded and needy. 

“Come for me baby.”

Sophie sees the text and lets out a little whine. Fuck she’s so hot. One hand snakes down from her chest to find her clit. She lets the pad of her finger work against herself. The tip of her acrylics digging into the soft skin below. That push and pull of pain and pleasure making her moan.

“I shouldn’t.”

“Make a mess for me.” 

And fuck if Sophie can keep herself from doing just that. She can hear just how Kal would say that. Her voice whispering over her skin. Kal’s gentle authority. How the steadfastness of her voice makes Sophie unable to do anything but obey. To give her body to Kal. To let Kal take the reins and show her just what it is she needs. 

Her thighs shake with effort. Her whole body is both tired and wired from being played with for so long. She needs to come, if not because she wants to, if not because Kal wants it, but because if she waits any longer someone will walk in on her. And that thought pushes her over the edge. Sophie cums, breathless and shaking, spasming, rocking desperately against the chair, her hair buried in the pile of clothes, her hand clenched tight between her thighs.  

She breathes deeply, blinking, coming back to reality. The vibrator has stopped. 

Sophie looks at her phone and it simply says:

“Good job. Can’t wait to see you tonight.”