I was wandering the store making sure the associates were on their toes, no hanky panky in the break room. Keeping a watchful eye to make sure that the customers were being served. I had seen someone wandering confused towards plumbing and I knew he would need help.
I found Carl over in lumber, as if anyone picking up 2x4s needed help picking up 2x4s. "Head to plumbing, an Andy needs something, probably a toilet kit." Andy was code for a 'Handy Andy', someone who knew just enough to be dangerous.
Carl started to waddle away. He knew which end of the hammer to hold which I hoped was enough.
I heard a message come over my headset. "They're back." It was Moira at the customer service desk. She was the assistant manager and had a good view of the entrance.
"Want to help me handle it?"
"Yeah"
"Okay, suggest they check out the specials on leaf blowers. I'll be there in 5."
"Carl!" I shouted. "Change in plans. Get the scissor lift over to 78 between 38 and 36. Close it off, then get to plumbing. I headed to the office and adjusted where the cameras were focused and made my way over to the power garden tools. As I walked down aisle 38 I pull the divider shut behind me.
Moira was up ahead with "them". They were a couple of young women.
The first was thin with shoulder length honey blonde hair and the warm symmetric features of a woman whose face was far hotter than her mediocre figure. A woman who sadly would be old before her time but now, she had a false air of innocence. She was wearing an Offspring half shirt that bared the bottom of her breasts. She had on thigh high socks and a miniskirt that if she bent over would likely reveal a bare pussy and possibly a butt plug. I decided her name was Jenny. She kinda looked like a Jenny, a female ass.
Moira was looking dispassionately at Jenny.
"Can I get someone else to help me? Maybe a guy?" Jenny said twisting her foot on the ball while twirling her hair and trying to look cute.
Moira aged a decade in a flash and said, "Honey, I am the assistant manager. If I can't help you then you can't be helped, or let me say, you won't be helped."
Jenny reset to flirty and Moira dropped the age just as quickly. I never understood how women could change masks so quickly.
Jenny's friend I dubbed Gertrude. She was plain, not unattractive, but plain and forgettable. She was a bit overweight but her most unattractive feature was a seemingly permanent scowl.