Carrie bent over the counter to add the numbers again. She was never good at math and never trusted her own addition. If she didn't get the numbers right, the money would come out of her pay, or worse, she might lose her job, and she didn't want that. She liked working at the lingerie store. She especially liked the discounts. She was wearing her new, soft, white satin garter belt under her skirt with the lacy, white panties and the white stockings with the seam up the back. She couldn't wait until Ethan saw her. He would not be able to hold himself back.
Helen was at the front of the store, straightening a rack of teddies. She had worked at the store for a couple of years, and flirted with Carrie from the day she started almost a month ago. Her head and hips moved to the music over the speakers, and she silently sang the words.
Helen was twenty, a couple of years older than Carrie. She was also shorter and had long, dark hair. Carrie didn't know what to make of her flirting. It made her uncomfortable. She was the one who usually flirted with guys. When Helen flirted with her, she didn't know what to do.
She never thought she would be attractive to another girl. She never thought of herself as being attracted to another girl, especially one who was gay. But Helen didn't seem gay. She flirted with guys who came into the store as much as she flirted with girls. Was she the kind who liked to go both ways?
Carrie had to admit, though, if she were going to be attracted to another girl, it would be easy to be attracted to Helen. She was petite, with a curvy body and a cute face. She had sex written all over her.
Carrie squeezed her legs together. It surprised her to be aroused by Helen. What would she do it Helen came on to her? Would she resist? And if Helen was insistent? The thought of having sex with another girl repulsed her, but then, she was once repulsed by the thought of putting a penis in her mouth. If Helen tried anything, she would just see where it went. But would that be cheating on Ethan?
She went back to figuring out her math, and paid no attention to Helen when she came behind the counter. She felt a hand touch her ass and bolted upright and spun around. Helen was grinning and her playful eyes sparkled.
"Whatcha doing?" she said. She leaned over the counter on her elbows, resting her chin in her hands.
Carrie was shaken. She didn't know what to think. She'd never been touched like that by a girl. Her heart was pounding.
"Just ... just my receipts. I want to make sure they're right."
"Are they?"
Carrie shrugged. "So far."
"Have you been under?"
"Not yet. Have you?"
"A few times," Helen said, as if it was nothing.
Carrie's mouth fell open. "Doesn't Mr. Colbert get mad?"
Helen snickered. "Sure. But he forgets about it if I blow him."
Carrie's eyes opened wider.
"You mean you suck him, suck his dick, and he lets it go?"
"Yeah. He likes to get head. Every guy does."
Carrie was so shocked by the idea of Mr. Colbert using Helen for sex, and her so willing to comply, that she never noticed her move behind her until she put her hands on her waist.
"You like to give head, don't you? You like to feel it in your mouth?" Helen said in a soft whisper.
She pressed her groin to Carrie's backside. She gasped and leaned forward with both hands on the counter. Her chest swelled with shallow, rapid breaths. Helen's hands slipped under her short skirt. One warm hand moved around to her front and pressed her mound. Carrie moaned and moved her ass side to side, rubbing against her.
"I like it in my mouth," Carrie said.
Her own voice was little more than a breathy whisper. Suddenly she wanted it badly. Helen's touch was warm and gentle, and in just the right places.
She turned Carrie around and leaned her back against the counter. She put her hands on her breasts. Carrie sucked in a deep breath. Helen's head tilted up and her lips parted.
Carrie leaned down, closed her eyes and touched her lips to Helen's. Her pulse pounded and she felt a roar in her ears. Helen pulled herself close, flattening their breasts together. Carrie parted her thighs. Helen pushed her knee between them and her thigh pressed against her mound. Carrie gasped, and Helen slipped her wet tongue into her mouth.
The front door opened, sounding the tiny bell. They broke apart quickly. Carrie glanced back over her shoulder, hoping they hadn't been caught by Mr. Colbert.
But it wasn't him. It was a customer, a man, who was looking at the sale items and apparently hadn't seen them. Carrie sighed. She'd hate to have to explain to Mr. Colbert why she was making out with Helen when she was supposed to be working. He might try to make her blow him.
"I'll take this one. How's my lipstick look?" Helen said, straightening her skirt.
Carrie nodded. Her lipstick was fine. Her full lips looked delicious. Her face was flushed, though. Was her own face as red?
Helen sauntered out to greet the customer and her hips swung side to side. He glanced at her once, then twice, and his eyes grew wide. Carrie covered her mouth. No doubt Helen would make the sale. When she wanted to be convincing, few men could resist her. Carrie's heart skipped when she realized that even she had been unable to resist her. What she really wanted, though, was to put her head between Helen's thighs. She licked her lips. How would Helen's pussy taste?
Carrie returned to her math again, but it was difficult to concentrate. She was turned on. Her pussy was wet. She squeezed her legs together, wishing Helen would touch her there again, or even better, that Ethan was there to satisfy her. She sighed as she thought of his sweet, tender touches and the feel of his huge woody sliding into her tight slit. She couldn't wait to see him.
Helen led her customer around the store, picking out one scanty piece of underwear after another. She was teasing him, holding each article up to her body. From the way he stared at her body and wiped away the perspiration from his forehead, he seemed very interested. Carrie giggled. Helen was hopeless.
Finally she gave up on her math, totally unable to concentrate. Instead, she decided to watch Helen flirt with the customer. If she had to blow Mr. Colbert because her receipts were off, then so be it. She would blow him and enjoy it. But she wouldn't tell Ethan.
She walked around the store, straightening the racks, all the time glancing at Helen and her customer. He was getting very worked up. He had a prominent bulge in the front of his pants. One time, Helen glanced back at her and smiled, as if they shared a secret.
The guy was carrying a bundle of things on hangers. Helen asked if there was anything she could do to help him decide. He said he wasn't sure, and she offered to try them on for him. He hesitated, but only for a moment, and said that would be a good idea, and Helen led him to the changing rooms.
Carrie moved closer to the changing rooms. What was she up to? She didn't know they were allowed to try things on for customers. Was she just doing it to make a sale? She wouldn't be surprised. Helen was the type who would do anything for money.
Carrie heard their voices from inside, but couldn't hear what they were saying. For a minute or two they were quiet, then she heard soft moaning. Her mouth fell open. What were they doing in there?
The moans got louder, then stopped. Carrie went back behind the counter. A few minutes later, the guy came out of the changing room with a few items that he brought to the counter.
"I'll take these," he said.
Carrie rang up the items, and couldn't help but notice how his face was flushed and he wouldn't look her in the eye.
Helen came behind the counter as Carrie was finishing. Her face was flushed, too, and she was grinning.
"Come back again," Helen said when he picked up his bag.
"I will," he said with a quick grin, and left.
Carrie put her hands on her hips and turned to Helen.
