Originally Posted on Deviantart on November 15, 2017
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“All right, recite it one more time,” said a man in a brightly colored polo shirt with a clipboard in hand.
Stacy stood at attention and put a finger to the side of her head. “All Snacky Mart employees commit to their work with honesty and integrity. All Snacky Mart employees wear their uniform with pride and will always assist their customers. All Snacky Mart employees will give their loyalty to family, friends, and people before profits.”
The blonde girl burned the store’s silly little oath into her mind. This was the one. The chance she needed to prove to everyone that she could keep a job more than a week.
He nodded and made a few notes. “I think I’ve explained everything well enough. Congratulations Stacy, you’ve completed introductory training!” The man smiled and offered Stacy a handshake.
“Thank you, Mister Mackson,” Stacy said as she reached out and shook his hand. “I won’t let you down!”
“I’ve got great expectations of you. Hina told me you were a determined worker,” said Mackson.
Stacy gave an unsteady chuckle. “If there’s one word to describe me, it’s determined!” She had to keep a straight face and fight off nervousness. Mister Mackson probably didn’t look at her résumé. Or at the very least, put a lot of faith in Hina’s word.
Mackson nodded, “She seemed to stress that point above your other qualities. I hope you have what it takes to fill her shoes! I miss having her at this store.” He gestured towards a wall at the side of the small office, showing pictures of different past employees. While it was mostly a collage, there were several framed images at the top, bearing the label “Employee of the Year.” Hina was displayed in the two most recent photos.
“How is she, by the way? What’s she doing with her time?” he asked.
“Oh um, Hina does a lot of…”
Stacy hesitated, unable to put her suspicions into words suitable for use here in this situation. Stacy had failed to knock on Hina’s door more than a few times now, and from what she’d seen, Stacy suspected Hina had indeed found a new hobby. It wasn’t the kind she could talk about with other people, however.
Stacy tried explaining it again. “She’s been sort of…exploring different things. Total life change, you know?”
“Oh yeah. She’s gotta find something to do,” Mackson said. “You know, I’ve always wanted to-”
*Riiing! Riiing! Riiing!*
“Oh, excuse me for just a minute,” he said, taking a phone out of his pocket. “Hello? Waitaminnit… Wait, slow down, you’re going too… **What!?**” Mackson suddenly raised his voice.
Stacy almost jumped out of her chair upon seeing her boss suddenly look angry. She cringed, being all too familiar with hearing the furious word. The blonde was thankful it wasn’t directed at her for once, but that only made hearing it a tiny bit easier. She was quite used to hearing it, usually shortly before she was fired once again.
“That’s the entire 2am stoner market! You have to fix it!” Mackson turned so it wouldn’t look like he was yelling at Stacy. “I can’t just leave! I have a new employee here…” He rolled his eyes and banged his fist on the desk, then he looked at the clock. “All right fine: have the toolbox ready. I’m on my way.” He hung up his phone. “Stacy, I have to visit one of the other Snacky Marts; their nacho cheese machine is broken. I hate to do this, but I have to leave you on your own. You know how to work the register, right?”
Stacy blinked twice. Her boss was leaving? Already? He was supposed to stay the whole shift to help her learn the store more thoroughly. She really wanted to make sure she did everything correctly. Her best friend had put in a good word for her! Then again, if she managed the store on her own, Mister Mackson would be really impressed with her. She’d be proving she was a great worker!
“You can count on me, sir!” Stacy nodded firmly.
The two left the office, and Stacy made her way to the cash register. Mister Mackson was putting his jacket on as he went for the door. “I’ll try to be back in an hour, two hours max. If you need to know anything, just call me.”
He made his way out of the automatic door and left.
Stacy put on a brave smile. It was all up to her now. The store was in her hands. If it stayed in perfect working order, her boss would be impressed. Hina would be proud of her! She would have finally maintained a job!
“All right, world, bring it on!” Stacy put her fists on her hips with a huff.
She vigilantly watched the front door of the store. It was silent outside of the dull hum of fluorescent lights and refrigerators. Outside, it was dark, lit only by the blue-white of mercury street lamps. From where Stacy stood, she couldn’t see any cars in the parking lot aside from her own. Stacy looked up at the clock, seeing a short hand and a longer hand, both pointing straight up.
“Any minute now!” Stacy straightened her Snacky Mart hat, remaining optimistic as she watched the door.
The longer hand began pointing slightly to the right.
“I am ready for anything!” She crossed her arms with a smirk.
Then directly to the right.
“Come on! I’m ready to prove myself!” Stacy punched the air and grinned.
The long hand now pointed straight down, pulling the short one halfway toward the big “1.”
“Okay, this sucks,” Stacy was leaning forward with her elbows on the counter, the palms of her hands propping her head up. She didn’t even see a car pass by the street. Sure, the store was still exactly as her boss left it, but she wanted at least a little challenge. A hand reached for the phone in her purse under the counter, but it stopped and instead balled into a fist.
“No!” Stacy shook her head. “I won’t be a clock leech! I’m going to do real work!” She looked around the counter and all the shelves. “There’s gotta be something important to do around here…”
Her search eventually returned a clipboard that had a checklist of cleaning tasks. “Aha! I’m going above and beyond!” She looked over the clipboard to find her first task. “First is disinfecting the register counter,” Stacy nodded. “I wonder where the disinfectant is…”
Stacy began her search looking over the shelves under the register. Her search yielded a few pens, some empty drink cans, old receipts, a stapler, and a few phone chargers. She tossed the trash into a nearby wastebasket while sparing the more useful items, but she was still left without a means to clean the counter.
“Must be in the back room,” Stacy shrugged. She took one more look out the door to confirm the parking lot was exactly as it was when her boss left: still empty. With a little haste, she made her way to the back room and pushed the door open.
“Hmm…” her eyes scanned the shelves as the door shut behind her. There was a variety of tools and some extra supplies. A mopping bucket sat in the corner. On a nearby shelf was a spray bottle. “Aha, there it is!” She took a step forward only to feel resistance. “Hmm?” She didn’t look back but kept trying to step forward despite the resistance at her hips. Instead of fixing her skirt, she extended her arm to get the bottle nearly within her grasp.
“Whoa!” Stacy almost tripped forward, barely catching herself on the shelf. As she halted her fall, she felt something slide down the back of her legs. “What the…?” She looked down.
The black skirt of her uniform was no longer secured around her hips. Instead, it was hanging loosely off of her knees, no longer covering her white panties.
“Ah!” Stacy reached down to pull her skirt back up to its proper place, but it was still caught in the door. Somehow the zipper became loose, and the back half of the skirt remained slack when she tugged. The blonde gritted her teeth, opened the door to free her skirt, and slammed it shut.
For a brief second, she flashed her underwear to an empty store. Redness suffused her face. To do something like that on her first night of work was unacceptable. Not only was it embarrassing, but it was also a violation of the Snacky Mart dress code!
Stacy inspected the damage done to her skirt and found the zipper had been completely pulled down. It only reached about a third of the way down the skirt, but that was the part that secured it to her hips. To make matters worse, the fastener was missing, leaving Stacy no way to zip the skirt back together properly.
The blonde pulled it back up to its proper place, but with no way to secure it, it threatened to slip back down again immediately. She gritted her teeth, knowing she’d have to find some way to fix it. One hand held the skirt in place while the other picked up the bottle of disinfectant that she came for.
Stacy opened the door cautiously and looked out across the low store shelves. There was still no sign of customers. She kept a firm grip on her skirt and made her way back to the cash register. The skirt felt limp and offered nothing resembling a secure fit. It wasn’t going to work.
She set the spray bottle aside and looked under the counter for anything that could fix her skirt. Unfortunately for Stacy, her search yielded nothing new.
“Mmm…” Stacy cringed. “I can’t fix my skirt with a stapler!” She held her skirt by hand and was about to search the back room again, but stopped. “…or can I?” The blonde girl picked up the stapler with one hand and held her skirt together with the other.
She pressed her hips against the counter to apply the staple to her skirt. Her face was bright red as she thought about what she was doing. Her first night on the job, and she was struggling with her uniform, being forced to do an improvised repair. Hina stuck her neck out for her, and here she was, squandering her best friend’s effort on her behalf.
She pulled the stapler away so she could inspect her work. It was obviously a temporary repair, but it seemed to be holding in place. “There’s gotta be a better way,” Stacy thought, and then she got an idea.
She plucked the phone out of her purse, and her thumbs began to pound the screen. A few seconds later, Stacy had sent a message to Hina asking if she had any spare skirts that fit the uniform.
It was only a matter of time until Hina replied, and Stacy needed a good way to pass it. So, she picked up the spray bottle of sanitizer and began cleaning the checkout counter.
Despite the improvised repair, the skirt still didn’t feel right. It sagged slowly, hanging only loosely onto Stacy’s hips, allowing a little bit of white cotton to show over the top of the skirt. Stacy had to stop cleaning and pull the skirt back up to its proper place before she could continue. She rechecked her phone: there was no reply from Hina.
The doors to the store slid open, and two girls stepped inside, smiling at each other and holding hands.
Her first customers! They finally appeared! Stacy pushed her improvised wardrobe repair out of her head and went into customer service mode.
“Hello, welcome to Snacky Mart! How may I help you?” Stacy asked, parroting the manual’s stock greeting.
The two girls nodded at each other. “One ultra large cup, but with two straws, please!” said one of them.
Stacy nodded. “Coming right up!” She turned towards the stack of cups and saw the ultra large size. The blonde knelt down to pick one up.
It was silent, but Stacy felt it in her hip. She glanced around, unsure of what the sensation was.
The second time it happened, something felt amiss with Stacy’s skirt. Like it became looser. “Uh oh,” she said under her breath. She quickly picked up the cup they requested and stood upright.
“Here you go, and here is your straw!” Stacy said, feeling her skirt lose tension. The piece of clothing slid down her legs and piled onto the floor. Although the counter kept her lower half hidden, she knew she was exposed. She fought off the gasp of surprise and tried to keep her hips as close to the counter as possible.
“Thank you!” said the first girl. “Let’s pick some flavors!” she said to her friend as they both made their way to the slush machines.
Stacy held her breath and watched the two walk away. When they weren’t paying attention, she ducked down below the counter. Her skirt lay in a pile at her ankles. Obviously, the staples had failed. She pulled her skirt back up to its proper place and grabbed the stapler. With a more frantic effort, she tried to staple her clothes back together again.
“I only need this to work for so long,” Stacy gritted her teeth and kept an eye up. She needed a better way to fix her skirt, but the stapler was all she had without risking exposing herself to the two customers. If they saw what she was doing, how would they react to seeing her clothing in its condition, with her panties out and easily visible?
The stapler clicked with each press Stacy made. She planned on putting more staples in her skirt this time. One, in particular, caused an unusual tug. Stacy was too frantic to take notice. Instead, she kept stapling her skirt. All the while, more unusual tugs happened with it.
“Hey, where’d the cashier go?”
Stacy took a breath and set the stapler aside. She shook her head and forced herself to smile as she stood up. “Here I am! Sorry, I was…um…sorting something! Do you need something else?”
“We need two straws, but you only gave us one,” said the first girl, twirling a lone straw in her fingers.
“Oh, I’m sorry! Just a second.” Stacy smiled and took a few steps over to the straws. With each step, her skirt shifted strangely. It hung onto her hips well enough, but something felt off. It didn’t fit like it was supposed to. All Stacy could do was hope they didn’t notice. “Here you go; sorry about that!”
“That’s fine!” said the first girl.
The two paid for their drink, stuck both straws in, and happily shared it on their way out the door.
“Have a good night!” Stacy waved, her face warm with blush. The door shut, and she was alone again. “Phew…that would have been bad.”
“Oh come on, stupid cheap staples!” Stacy looked over the side of her skirt to inspect it. The skirt did not look good. It was asymmetrical now, and it still didn’t fit right. In fact, after the second repair, the feeling was even more unusual. What Stacy really needed was a full replacement. She checked her phone, but there was no reply from Hina. Stacy composed a separate request for a spare skirt and sent it to another friend, Kim.
Stacy took a moment and felt her heart racing. “Okay, just gotta calm down. It’s just a cheap skirt; it’s not going to ruin me,” she told herself. No wardrobe malfunction was going to stop her from proving she was a good worker. Instead of dwelling on her skirt, Stacy picked up the clipboard to find a task to distract her mind.
“Take out the trash,” she read and thought for a moment. “I think there’s only a few cans to take out… Should be a piece of cake!” One more glance out the window confirmed there were no cars. As long as her skirt held, this task would be easy.
Stacy began collecting stray wrappers and empty drink bottles, threw them all into the nearby trashcan. Then she moved into the office to do the same, replacing trash bags as she went, stuffing all the small bags into the largest one.
Her skirt continued to feel odd the entire time, every so often sliding lower and forcing her to pull it back up. She sighed with frustration, knowing her skirt would continue to be a problem until someone brought her a new one.
The back door of Snacky Mart opened, and Stacy stepped through with a bag of garbage. It had gained a noticeable amount of weight, requiring both of her hands to lift. Her task was nearly complete.
Alas, every step she took strained the tiny staples further. When the last one let go, the skirt was so loose she didn’t even feel the ping. All she felt was her skirt slowly surrendering to gravity. But it wasn’t just her skirt: it felt like something else was slowly descending along with it! It was a worrying thing to think about, but Stacy pressed on.
With a heave, Stacy threw the trash over into the dumpster. Her skirt loosened further, and its weight continued to pull it downward. Suddenly, she detected a warm breeze in an unusual spot. The blonde looked down and saw that her skirt was down to just above her knees, and they were pulling her panties down with them!
“Ah! W-what the…!?” She blushed. The panties appeared to be stuck to her skirt. The garments were clearly bound together in a single spot. This was the source of all the odd tugs that Stacy had felt, she knew it now! It was then she realized that she made a critical mistake in her haste to fix her clothing.
Her panties and skirt were stapled together.
Before she could think further about her clothing, Stacy heard something shuffling in the dumpster. She turned her head towards the source of the sound, feeling like there was another thing to be nervous about. The shuffling continued until something climbed out of the dumpster.
A raccoon looked out at her from under a wet misshapen soda flat.
“Hey there,” Stacy said softly, taking slow steps backward. “I see you’re the king of the dumpster. That’s cool, I don’t mind. It’s all yo-whoa!” Stacy tripped and barely prevented herself from falling. Her skirt slid to her ankles, pulling her panties down with them.
The raccoon gave the blonde a curious look and descended nimbly down the side of the dumpster, curiously pursuing this novelty.
“A-ah! No! Stay away!” Stacy panicked, and in her struggle for balance, she kicked her feet away violently. Mobility was more critical than modesty, so Stacy frantically pulled her legs up and ran for the back door. She stepped inside and slammed it behind her, panting heavily.
“Ugh… A raccoon…! Why’d it have to be out there…” Stacy let out a sigh and leaned against the door. She felt a cold door against bare skin and immediately knew something was wrong. Her mouth was wide open as she gasped, unable to believe the mistake she had just made. Both her skirt and panties were gone!
Stacy’s hands quickly moved between her legs. “No way!’ She whispered under her breath. Working like this wasn’t possible! She needed her clothes back, and fast!
Stacy pushed the store’s back door open so slowly it creaked. Stacy carefully looked outside to where her skirt and panties had fallen. They were no longer where Stacy left them! Stacy opened the door wide now in panic just in time to see her things in the paws of the raccoon, halfway down the alley now, treasures to be stored away in some dirty hole. The raccoon paused in its escape to look back at Stacy, and the blonde quickly shut the door, knowing she would lose any chase she made.
She was stuck half-naked now.
Her ruined clothing was lost to bad luck and her own recklessness. A broken zipper could be explained. Cheap clothes were prone to failure. Stapling her panties to her skirt and then losing them to a raccoon? How could she explain that?
Stacy quickly ran back to the counter, red-faced and feeling exposed. She grabbed her phone and started sending urgent text messages to her friends, hoping someone would help by bringing her some new clothes.
Her eyes widened as she looked towards the door. Her next customer! A male this time, he awkwardly stumbled in but seemed to be smiling.
The only thing that could hide Stacy’s modesty was the counter. She couldn’t leave that spot. It was her only chance. The half-dressed girl bent her knees, trying to keep her lower half hidden behind the counter.
He stood in front of the counter and looked at Stacy. It was only then that Stacy took a moment to look at him. His hair was a mess, he smelled weird, and his eyes were slightly pink in color. His expression was a relaxed one, but he was still looking directly at Stacy.
“H-hello, umm, ahem, welcome to Snacky Mart. H-how can I help you?”
“Whoa… How did I get to Snacky Mart?” he said, looking baffled.
Stacy didn’t expect that question. Shouldn’t he know? She didn’t really care, she just wanted to focus on staying hidden. “U-um…it looks like you walked here, sir.”
“I did…?” He lazily looked back towards the door. “Ooooh yeah, you’re right! Now I remember… I came here ‘cause I got the munchies!” He laughed.
“That’s why most people come here!” Stacy said with a nervous smile. She felt more aware of the air in the room. Without any clothing on below her waist, she was trapped. This guy was either dimwitted or part of the stoner market her boss talked about, but either way, she didn’t want her secret discovered.
“Right…okay… I need an ultra large cup and some nachos,” he said.
“Coming right up!” Stacy said with a fake smile through her blush. Her hips had to stay below the counter. She began to awkwardly lean over while trying to keep her legs crossed. The fact that she was half-naked in the store made her feel acutely aware of how smooth her own skin was. A shaky hand found the cup and the cardboard tray she needed.
“H-here you go!” Stacy said, presenting the man with the cup and cardboard tray.
“Thank you,” he said slowly. He picked up his things and slowly made his way towards the drink fountains and nachos.
Stacy exhaled slowly. The customer’s attention had gone elsewhere, but she wasn’t out of trouble yet. Another quick look at her phone revealed no replies from any of her friends. Her fingers frantically tapped the screen. “Come on…come on… Where are you girls…”
“Umm… Your soda looks weird here…” said the customer coming back to the counter. He presented his large cup and his tray of nachos. The cup didn’t contain a drink, but instead a far thicker yellow substance.
“Um… That’s not soda, sir, that’s nacho cheese,” Stacy said, still trying to keep her lower half hidden under the counter. It was clear the customer was high as a kite; there was no other explanation for a giant cup filled with nacho cheese. Still, she needed to keep his eyes on anything other than her hips.
“It is…?” He leaned over and sniffed it. “Ooooohhh… I thought it was weird that it was warm.” He put his money on the counter. “Can I have my straw now?”
Stacy would typically have attempted to get him an actual drink, but she wanted to be alone again so badly that she wasn’t going to question his logic. The blonde found a straw and accepted his money.
“Awesome! Oh, and um… I should tell you, I kinda spilled some stuff… Sorry about that…”
“It’s fine! Accidents happen! Just, um… Get out there and enjoy those nachos!” Stacy said with a nervous smile, punching the air for effect. “Have a great night!”
He left the store, stumbling out the same way he’d entered. The automatic door shut, and Stacy was alone again.
“Oh my god… That was too close…” Stacy felt her heart racing. She forced herself to giggle to calm down. “Even if he saw, he probably wouldn’t remember,” she said to herself. After taking another look through the window, the bottomless girl turned to see the cheese machine. “He’s so high he’s… Oh my god!”
The cheese dispenser had become a big mess after the stoner used it. Melted cheese drizzled all over the floor. No spray bottle and rag could clean this. That was a job for the mop.
Stacy hesitated to step out from behind the counter. Keeping the store clean was important, but she couldn’t do it bottomless! If her boss came back and saw her mopping while half-naked, what would he say? She rechecked her phone. Still no answer from her friends.
The blonde gritted her teeth and looked around the counter, desperate to find anything that she could use to cover herself. She was half-naked. There was a mess to clean. If her boss found her like this, she’d likely get fired. Help wasn’t on the way. If she cleaned the mess while somehow maintaining her decency, then she just might be able to salvage her job.
“There’s gotta be something here…” Stacy kept looking, setting the stapler aside. Eventually, she did find something she could use, but she thought it was too stupid to work.
One final check of her phone. Nothing had changed. Stacy took a deep breath. This was ridiculous, but it was all she had. Improvising was the only option. Her hand reached for the stapler again.
Her creation felt far from secure and even further from comfortable. However, it covered what it had to.
She stepped out from behind the counter, keeping a hand on her improvised skirt, made from stapled-together office forms, their triplicate copies burst, resulting in a patchwork white, pastel yellow, and pink abomination. Every movement elicited the sound of folding paper. Its every rough touch reminded her of her situation. Stacy didn’t trust it to stay in place without the aid of her hand. Instead, she kept a grip on the stiff hemline. It felt like it could slip away as easily as anything else as she made her way into to the back room.
Her red face peeked out of the door. Once she knew she was still alone, she pushed out a mop bucket filled with hot water and floor cleaner. The lights of the room reflected off of her triplicate paper skirt. Her thighs rubbed together with each step. One hand pushed the mopping bucket, the other held the improvised garment in place.
Stacy wheeled the cart over to the cheesy mess on the floor. She took another glance at the entrance. “Gotta do this quick.” She picked up the mop. It was so heavy with water, she needed both hands to lift it out of the bucket.
The moment Stacy released her grip on the paper hem, her skirt quickly slid down. The hemline got as far as Stacy’s knees before she caught the paper in a panicked grip. Stacy blushed furiously as she pulled it back to its proper place. She had just unintentionally flashed her rear end to the entire store!
“Just have to finish this…” Stacy said. She pulled the improvised cover as high as she could without exposing herself again and returned to mopping. Pushing the heavy mop through the cheesy mess was still a physically involved job, however. Both hands were needed to push the mop, and that allowed her skirt to give a repeat performance, forcing her to pull it back up.
Battling with the makeshift skirt had gotten frustrating. It was to the point where Stacy was more focused on holding it up than cleaning the floor. However, the orange color refused to come up without the added pressure of both her hands. She wanted the task done as quickly as possible, so she let the end of the mop lean on her hips.
“Stupid paper skirt,” Stacy blushed as she fixed it again. She thought about changing her mopping technique. The blonde adjusted her stance and widened her legs. This immediately proved to be a mistake. Her footing failed, and Stacy slipped backward.
“Ahh-ooff!” She cringed. It wasn’t a hard fall, but it wasn’t pleasant either. She could feel the floor was wet, which was bound to be a problem for her paper clothing. There was another strange issue as well. The end of the mop had slid under her shirt and was now partially lifting it up.
“Oh no, not that too!” Stacy moaned, carefully pulling the mop out from under what remained of her clothing. She reached up towards a nearby stand to steady herself as she got back up. There was a click, and something cold began to spray over her hair.
“Ahh!” A sweet taste hit her lips. Root beer. It exploded out of a nozzle and sprayed outward over the mop handle, about a third of the foamy stream going in Stacy’s direction. She moved her hand to shield herself, but the damage had been done. The paper skirt was now soggy and discolored, her shirt now stuck to her skin.
Stacy looked over her clothing and balled her hands into fists. “Aaagh!” She groaned in frustration, tearing the useless skirt off in her pique, wadding it and throwing it aggressively into a nearby trash can. “I’ll get this floor clean or get fired trying!” she shouted as she gripped the mop.
Powered by anger, Stacy quickly mopped the floor clean of the mess. She knew she was exposed. She knew she was violating the dress code. None of that mattered to her at the moment. That floor was getting clean. Before long, it looked like new.
“Ugh…finally, something went right…” Stacy sighed. With her cleaning task complete and worrying thoughts of her exposure retaking their place in her mind, Stacy quickly moved back to the counter.
Once she was hidden, Stacy looked over her remaining wardrobe. Her lower half was entirely bare, with nothing hiding skin between her ankles and her hips. Shoes and socks had been splashed with the soft drink, and her shirt was utterly soaked in the sugar-sticky stuff. It clung to her body and felt cold against her skin.
The blonde looked at her phone again. She thought about asking for a new shirt, but it felt pointless. None of her text messages had been answered. Nobody was coming to help her. Her keys sat near the top of her purse, causing her to glance at her car. She could salvage her modesty by just going home, but abandoning the store would guarantee that she’d get fired.
Stacy gritted her teeth and balled her hands into fists. “No!” she stomped her foot. “That’s like quitting, and I am **not** a quitter!” She looked towards the heat lamp that kept the nachos warm and got an idea. It was risky, but it was also necessary.
One more look at the entrance. All clear. Stacy’s shirt slowly rose up her body. She could feel her heart racing. Every inch the soaked fabric slid upward made her mind scream at her again. It wasn’t too late to stop. Stacy’s eyes closed as she pulled the wet cloth over her head. Her face reddened as she voluntarily removed another piece of clothing this time.
She spread her shirt over the metal hood protecting the heat lamp, its reflected warmth sure to dry it quickly. Stacy wrapped her arms around her final piece of meaningful clothing, her white bra. It hadn’t been spared from the rain of root beer, but she left the tan-streaked garment in place. Now nearly naked, Stacy took a shaky breath and stepped away from her shirt. Then she carefully pulled her shoes off, set them aside, and started peeling her socks off so she could dry them the same way.
“Okay…” the nearly nude young woman said to herself through breaths heavy from exertion and excitement. “I’ll just let that dry… Then I can make another stapled paper skirt, and everything will be fine just as long as no customers-”
Stacy gasped. Another customer? She couldn’t serve anyone in just a bra. There was no way she could expose herself like that! The thought pained her, but she had no choice but to ignore a customer. Stacy ducked behind the counter, keeping a hand on her chest, and another between her legs.
“We made it! And it looks like it’s just us here!” The voice sounded familiar. “Hey wait a second… Shouldn’t she be right there?”
“That’s weird… She must have heard the door ding…” said another familiar voice.
Stacy blinked twice. She wanted to look, but they never answered her texts. What if it wasn’t them? The blonde took a breath and began to slowly rise so she could take a look over the counter.
“Someone’s coming! Hide!” said the first voice.
Stacy immediately lowered herself back down. She wasn’t sure why the two who just entered needed to hide, but she sure knew why she needed to! The nearly naked girl held her breath and listened for the doorbell.
When it didn’t sound, Stacy’s curiosity won out over her caution, so she rose slowly from her crouch behind the counter just enough to peek over it. There was no way to prepare for what she saw.
Her friends were in the store. Hina was in the middle of one of the aisles, on her knees, reorganizing chip bags. Her other friend, Kim, meanwhile was slowly moving towards the door, looking outside.
What stood out most to Stacy was that both of them were completely naked.
“W-what the…?” Stacy said in utter shock. What were they doing!?
She watched as Hina rearranged a few bags of chips. The brunette’s face was bright red and seemed to be struggling with her simple task. Her hands shook.
“Mmmmm…” Hina shut her eyes and threw down one of the chip bags. “**Fuck it, I don’t care any more!**”
Stacy put a hand over her mouth, never having heard Hina snap like that. All she could do was watch as Hina’s hands dove between her legs.
As the brunette furiously masturbated, it quickly became apparent that she had been on edge for a long time. Her skin seemed to shine from sweat and juices that slowly leaked all over her fingers. Her other hand was squeezing her breasts as she took fast, deep breaths. Of all things, a smile seemed to form on her face.
“Hina! Keep going! Don’t let anything stop you!” Kim cheered her friend on. The raven-haired girl ran off to another aisle out of Stacy’s sight.
“G-guys, u-um, what are you doing?” Stacy whispered as she pressed her legs together. Just watching Hina do this implanted ideas into her head. Why was Kim cheering Hina on?
Hina started to lean back and began to buck her hips upward. Her hand looked like a blur, touching and rubbing her skin to stimulate herself. Her toes curled tightly. She opened her eyes wide and let out a loud moan. A sudden burst of moisture was released onto the floor as Hina trembled and kept working herself.
A few seconds later, Kim let out a scream of her own from behind the other aisle. It was the same kind of cry, one that came only from the height of pleasure. Stacy couldn’t stay behind the counter any more; she needed answers!
The barely-dressed blonde came out from behind the counter and headed towards Kim first. Stacy took a quick glance at the entrance to see a car leaving. That only raised more questions. “What…what are you two doing here!? Why are you both naked!?”
For an answer, Kim merely giggled and closed her eyes. She was out like a light.
Stacy looked utterly baffled, and quickly ran over to Hina, seeing her trying to stand up. The blonde lent a hand. “Hina? Hina what are you two doing here!?”
The brunette had a vibrant blush on her face and a bigger smile to match. She slowly rose to her shaking feet, and could only giggle playfully. “I’ll… I’ll clean this… Just let me…catch my breath…” Hina appeared to be in a dream-like state as she looked at Stacy. She then stumbled forward, one hand aimlessly flailing, gripping Stacy’s bra, the only thing available to grab.
As the pleasure-drunk Hina fell, pulling Stacy down by her bra, the clasps let go with a loud snap, liberating Stacy’s breasts from their restraint. Stacy’s resistance broke Hina’s fall somewhat, and Hina’s pillowed form broke Stacy’s fall in turn, so that neither ended up even bruised. The now fully naked blonde lay heavily atop her brunette friend’s birthday-suited form.
“Ah! Ahh! Hina!” Stacy pushed herself up off her friend, getting carefully up to her knees before moving her hands to covering positions. She was naked now! Just as naked as her friends. Both of them had just orgasmed in front of her, and neither seemed focused enough to explain why. “Hina, please, say something! I’ve been trying to text you all night!”
The brunette giggled, still appearing to be in her post-orgasm high. “Oh…right. Um…we kind of need your help because we both got locked out.”
“Y-you need help? I need help!” Stacy protested. She frantically looked around. “I lost all my clothes and I don’t know what to do!”
“Mmm…” Hina hummed and lowered herself and laid on her side. “Remember the Snacky Mart code of ethics,” she waved her hand around.
“The code… Hina, what are you talking about?” Stacy demanded, looking at her friend. The naked brunette shut her eyes and remained unresponsive. Stacy turned and glanced at a plaque that hung above the cash register. Written on it was the oath that Stacy recited from memory not an hour before. The third line stuck out to her.
“All Snacky Mart employees will give their loyalty to family, friends, and people before profits…” Stacy said under her breath. “…loyalty to friends,” she repeated. She glanced down at Hina, now fast asleep on the tile floor at her feet. Then she looked over at Kim, who was in a similar state.
Almost an hour had passed since her boss left. The store was a mess. She was completely naked. Her two best friends were sleeping nude in the middle of the store. They needed her help. If her boss returned right now, it would be over. She would be immediately fired. Stacy’s eyes looked at the plaque, and then at her friends. The blonde let out a heavy sigh.
She placed her Snacky Mart hat on the counter.
Stacy unlocked her car doors with the remote, then dropped her keys into her purse. Stacy then held Hina’s arm over her shoulders. She blushed brightly, feeling another woman’s naked skin against her own as she carried Hina out of the store. It was an unusual feeling and one that made her own womanhood tingle, but there was no time to think about that.
Once Hina’s seat belt was in place, Stacy went back inside the store for Kim. The raven-haired girl had to be secured in the back seat. She took another glance at the Snacky Mart storefront and shook her head sadly.
As Stacy put her seat belt on, it brushed over one of her now-erect nipples, causing her to wince. With a deep breath, she put the key in the ignition, turned the lock, and the car came to life.
Stacy sat as low in her car seat as she could while seeing to drive. She never realized how much the street lamps lit up the inside of her car until she needed it to be dark. Every time a light shone into the car, she felt more exposed as her naked skin was revealed. Her car wasn’t anything special, not the sort to draw regarding looks, but the fact that three nude girls were inside would make it impossible for any onlooker to ignore. The blonde drove carefully, occasionally looking at each of her friends, still somehow unconscious.
The commute was a short one. Within minutes of leaving, Stacy had pulled into the driveway of Hina’s home. She picked a spot closest to the front door and quickly got out of her car, keys in hand. First, she helped Hina through the door and laid her on one of the couches in the living room. Then she did the same for Kim.
Stacy balanced herself against an arm of the couch to catch her breath. “You two better appreciate this…” She wrapped a couple of throw blankets over both of her naked friends and even propped pillows under their heads. “Friends first,” she repeated to herself.
Then she made her way to her own room to put on new clothes, the store’s uniform scheme pretty basic, so she had several options in her closet to match the store’s color scheme. She planned then to go back to the store and own up to everything that went wrong to her boss.
Stacy locked the door to Hina’s house, ensuring the safety of her friends, and got in her car. It roared to life, and she looked at the clock. Five minutes past one.
“It’s not over yet,” Stacy told herself. She narrowed her eyebrows determinedly and put the car in gear. Screeching tires pierced the silence of the night as the blonde sped off. Any hope Stacy had of saving her job depended on a faulty nacho cheese machine. Rubber squealed on pavement as she drifted into the parking lot, reclaiming the space she had before.
“Damn it, another customer showed up while I was gone,” Stacy hissed, seeing another car. She didn’t take the time to look at it very long; all she knew was that she had another customer to serve and a store to clean up. It was all she had to do. She climbed out of the car and ran for the entrance.
Her sprint skidded to a halt when she saw Mister Mackson standing in the center of the store. His arms were crossed, and he did not look happy.
“Hello Stacy,” he started. “Do you know what happens to Snacky Mart employees who make a mess of the store and leave it unattended?” Mackson said, tapping his foot on the ground. “They become non-employees! Like yourself!”
Stacy cringed as those words crashed into her, and she looked at the floor. But instead of feeling sad, she shook her head and looked directly in Mackson’s eye. “You know what, you’re right to do that. But I had to take care of something more important than any job I’ve ever had, or ever will have! My friends! They needed me, and I helped them. I put my friends above my job, and I am **proud** of it!”
The blonde turned away and left the store. There was no anger or sadness within her. Instead, she felt a swell of pride that she had done the right thing.
Stacy still needed some explanations from Hina and Kim, but that could wait. Her friends came to her when they needed help. Now they were safe at home, and they had her to thank for it.
It was a job well done.