It had been some day - the culmination of months of erotic dreams and detailed planning, and she eagerly looked forward to the following weekend when Brian would come over with a CD of the best shots from their photo shoot - the indoor beginning with her stripping down to a wide variety of lingerie items; the love making and then the outdoor al fresco shoot, as well as some of the funnier ones in the market. She knew there should be some very erotic pictures amongst the hundreds of shots he had taken.
A shout from behind her jarred her thoughts back to the present. She looked over her shoulder and saw a young woman running towards her.
"Miss Perkins! I'm glad I caught you!"
It was one of the checkers at the market. Penny knew her quite well. She recognized her at once in spite of the fact that she seldom saw her dressed. Her name was Phoebe something and she came to the YWCA every morning before her shift at the market. Usually she was stark naked, changing or showering at the Y where Penny worked as an assistant manager. Part of Penny's job was to make regular walk-throughs of all the rooms at the facility - the gym, the indoor pool, the Jacuzzi, the yoga studio as well as the showers and change rooms. There were always women in various stages of undress in there, but somehow Phoebe always seemed to be completely naked when Penny came through, and more often than not she was bending over, giving her a clear view of her firm little backside, her tight little anus and the neat folds of her hairless pink pussy mounted atop her slender, tapered, long and elegant legs. She would always turn around quickly when she heard Penny's loud high heels clicking on the tile floor, and grasping her jiggling tits, greet her warmly and sweetly.
Penny had never had any lesbian leanings of any kind, but this young woman she found utterly compelling, and whenever she knew she was in the building, made her rounds far more often than necessary in the hopes of catching a glimpse of her natural charms. She was careful not to be caught staring at the girl's gorgeous figure, but she worked hard on her peripheral vision while she looked her in the eye and responded to her, welcoming her to the Y.
"Miss Perkins, sorry to trouble you, but Mr. Brown asked if you'd have a word with him in his office."
"Mr. Brown?"
"My manager. You know, the big black man in the white shirt and tie? It’s something to do with your credit card?"
"I don’t think I know him, Phoebe. He wants to see me now?"
"Yes, if you can. He said it was important."
Penny was not pleased to have her mood interrupted. The replaying of the day's events in her head was a delicious reprise, specially the fun they had with the fruit and vegetables strategically placed in suggestive poses. Flashing her pussy in the house ware aisle and being photographed in risky situations with other shoppers nearby had been a thrill. But she willingly walked back across the parking lot, following the attractive, lanky blonde who chatted animatedly while Penny allowed herself to stare at her lithe figure.
"I'll show you where his office is, Miss Perkins."
"Thanks, Phoebe," Penny replied, now worried about whether she had paid her last credit card statement. "I'll follow you."
Phoebe led her to the back of the store, through a plastic curtain to a circular metal staircase. Climbing up the almost vertical steps, the older woman's nose was close to Phoebe's thighs and she drank in the young woman's personal aroma - a sweet mixture of soap and sweat and young skin.
A timid knock on the door, a rough "Come!" and they entered Mr. Brown's office. It had windows all along one side with a clear view down onto the store. On the other side were shelves with ledgers and stacks of loose papers. One end of the room featured a low, tattered old couch, and at the other end was a large swivel lamp that shone a bright light down on Mr. Brown's desk. And there he was - Mr. Brown - a man who matched his desk - large and brown. He scowled.
"Thank you, Phoebe, you may go."
"Thank you, Mr. Brown," she replied and fled the room, pulling shut the door behind her, making the key fall out onto the floor.
Mr. Brown stood up and walked over, picked up the key, put it back in its place and locked the door.
"Take a seat, Miss Perkins."
Penny backed up to the couch and sat down, miscalculating the low level of the seat so her mini skirt flew up as she landed. She quickly adjusted herself, wondering if he had noticed her bare ass condition; but he said nothing; he just stared at her.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, Penny ventured, "I understand there is a question about my credit card?"
"No," he said, "it's nothing to do with your credit card. That was just for Phoebe's sake. It's much more serious than that."
Penny felt a tightening in the pit of her stomach. Had Mr. Brown been looking out of his window when she had stuck those grapefruits up her blouse? Had he seen when she lifted her mini skirt and pretended to brush her pubic hair with the scrubbing brush? Brian had found that to be very funny, but perhaps Mr. Brown had not. She could tell that Mr. Brown was struggling to find the right words, but he said nothing.
"Yes?" ventured Penny again.
At last he spoke. "Miss Perkins, it is our company's policy, here at MORE4LESS, to insist on complete decorum in our markets from our staff and also from our customers. What you did this evening was utterly reprehensible."
"I don't know what you're talking about," blustered Penny.
"I think you do," he retorted. "Allow me to prove it to you."
With that, he pulled out a drawer in his desk and pushed a button. Suddenly a large TV screen lit up, something that Penny had not noticed before. Fuzzy black and white pictures in twelve small sections appeared. They were images of the empty aisles of the supermarket.
"My security system," he proudly announced. "All recorded. Sunday, 8 to 9pm," he declared as he selected a cassette and placed it into the slot of a machine in his desk drawer.
Suddenly the pictures changed. Now the store was filled with busy shoppers.
"Come over here," he demanded, and Penny moved over and stood behind him. "Fresh produce aisle," he went on, pointing to one of the screens. He pressed another button and the image fast forwarded. He stopped it at a particular point and Penny saw herself prancing toward the grapefruit stand with Brian close behind with his camera. The scene played out just as she had remembered, not more than 20 minutes beforehand. How stupid of them not to have known they would be filmed!
"That's you with those grapefruit up your blouse," Mr. Brown trumpeted.
"No, not me," lied Penny trying her best to appear outraged at the suggestion.
"You're wearing a blouse exactly like the one on that screen."
"Lots of people wear blouses like this."
"And a mini skirt like the one you're wearing."
"Lots of people wear them."
"OK, then let's try aisle 4."
He focused on a different section of the screen and again fast forwarded it until they could easily identify Penny approaching the camera. He adjusted the speed to slow motion and Penny could be seen lifting her short skirt. Her hairy pussy was clearly visible as he froze the picture. He turned to her icily and said, "And you are not wearing panties now, are you Miss Perkins." It was not a question.
"I certainly am," she retorted, "of course I am." Her tone of voice was losing some of its certainty; she knew it was becoming harder and harder to deny the obvious evidence.
"I think not," went on Mr. Brown, and before Penny knew what was happening, Mr. Brown swiveled in his chair, his hand flew out and he grabbed the corner of her skirt and flipped it up, exposing her nakedness. Shocked, she pushed it down and burst into tears.
Mr. Brown was totally unmoved as he went on sarcastically, "Not many women wear a blouse like yours, a mini skirt like yours, no underwear and have their pubic hair cut in the shape of a heart. I do believe that it's you, Miss Perkins."
"OK, so it was me. What of it? We were just having a little fun," she sobbed.
"We don't consider that fun at MORE4LESS.