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calm herself as she
made her way back to the till.
    When she arrived at the till point she discovered the old woman had left the store. “Old bag,” she mumbled under her breath as she looked at the monitor behind the counter which was
linked to a recently installed security camera. It pictured the far corner of the shop, an area all but hidden from sight. A teenager was loitering, fingering the various stationery products before
him. Sue watched him intently until he finally left the corner and then the shop.
    By the time Clare and Kerry emerged from their special encounter in the stockroom Sue was serving a businessman in a pin-stripe suit and was completely over her previous embarrassment.
    Miss Sear returned from lunch. She strode up to the till point while running her hand through her short brown hair. “How’s it been down here?” she asked with a smile.
    “Fine,” replied Sue, keeping her gaze averted and feeling her cheeks flush slightly, like a little girl with a guilty secret.
    “Are you sure everything is all right? You look a little flustered.” Miss Sear studied Sue’s face, noting the touch of colour upon her cheeks.
    Sue nodded weakly, barely managing to make eye contact with her superior and the subject of her private fantasies.
    Miss Sear placed her right hand on Sue’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’re doing very well.”
    Sue looked into the older woman’s dark eyes and forced a thin smile. “Thank you,” she replied as she recalled the job interview which had been conducted in the small office
upstairs. The room had been extremely tidy and the sun shone in through a small window to the right as Miss Sear had sat behind her desk. There had been a distinct impression of being assessed,
more so than with previous job interviews. Miss Sear had come across as very perceptive, a watcher and a listener who took everything in.
    Miss Sear gave Sue’s shoulder a gentle squeeze and then walked away towards the rear of the shop. Sue watched her, appreciatively taking in her full figure while feeling relief that she
hadn’t taken her questioning any further.
    The rest of the day passed without incident and Kerry didn’t mention the fact she’d seen Sue watching the sexual exploits between the shelves of piled stationery. Sue had felt tense
every time Kerry was near, though thankfully Miss Sear didn’t seem to notice as they tidied up and switched off all the lights bar those in the window displays.
    The following morning everything went as usual. The customers asked questions she could rarely answer and she had to keep asking for Kerry or Clare’s assistance, Miss Sear spending much of
her time up in the office doing a stock order. There were mothers looking for items for their children to use at school and business people stocking up on printer paper, copier paper, and ink
cartridges. It was a run-of-the-mill job, all bar the slight blip the day before.
    “Could you go downstairs and get a couple of green leather diaries?” asked Kerry after Sue came back from lunch and while Miss Sear was having hers. “There’s a customer
coming in for them later,” she added as she served an elderly couple.
    Sue went to the rear of the shop and headed downstairs. She didn’t really know where the diaries were kept and so had to check down each aisle in turn.
    She turned down an aisle halfway along the length of the stockroom and was confronted by Clare.
    “Hi, Sue,” she greeted.
    Sue jumped, but quickly composed herself. “Hi,” she replied, turning her attention back to the shelves.
    “I hear you enjoyed watching us yesterday,” she said with a grin.
    Sue went still, feeling her cheeks flush, back turned to her coworker. “I . . .” Sue was at a loss for words.
    She felt the back of her skirt being raised and her knees went weak as Clare’s fingertips brushed the crotch of her white panties. Then the underwear was pulled aside and fingers stroked
her warm vagina, Sue letting out a