Thursday and late night shopping. What a bore. The only reason the shop remained open was because the centre management insisted. The owner wasn't wasting his money staffing the store on Thursdays, though. The shop staff took it turn about to be bored on Thursdays as they received very little custom, if any. Friday nights were interesting. You did a lot of sales on Friday night, but Thursday? Forget it.
Cindy sighed and leaned against the counter, playing with her phone. They weren't allowed to play their own music; they had to listen to that boring stuff the centre put out.
8:30 and another half hour of boredom to go. She perked up with interest as a customer walked in. Before she could even straighten up the customer was waving her away, apparently quite willing to just browse around. She idly watched him as he looked around. He was a large man. Fortyish, she guessed. A bit older than the men she normally dated, but quite nice looking.
Cindy leant against the counter, keeping one eye on the customer, one eye on the phone. The man moved behind her and Cindy started. Did he just touch her bottom? She glanced around to see what the man was doing and he appeared to be just browsing what was on the shelves. She must have imagined it. The phone beeped, drawing her attention back to it.
Again the man moved past behind her and this time Cindy froze. She definitely had not imagined that. He'd definitely touched her bottom. Say something or not? No. She'd let it go. She wasn't going to make a fuss about a simple touch, but he'd better not do it again.
The man moved around to the front of the counter, looking at what was on display and then moving back over to the shelves. "Is there anything in particular I can help you with?" called Cindy.
"No thanks," replied the man with a friendly wave. "Just looking."
Cindy continued watching him as he moved around. He didn't seem to be trying to pinch anything, just looking the stock over generally. After watching for a while, Cindy's attention drifted back to her phone and her facebook.
Typing onto her phone, Cindy was vaguely aware that the man was heading back in her direction. She became acutely aware of it when he stopped behind her and his hand ran lightly over her bottom. This time she was going to have to say something, she thought, starting to straighten up.
"No," said his voice, one hand on her shoulder to hold her still. "Stay like that." His hand was now wandering over her bottom, getting acquainted with its curves.