"Well, what else am I supposed to do? You'll be done soon, right?"
"Yes. Thanks for being a good sport about it, dear."
Carolyn approaches the counter of the store, on which a single exquisitely dressed man stands at attention, besides what is essential a miniaturized cashier's computer on a small table. It's hooked up to a normal-sized credit card machine/vending-machine-style money slot as well.
"Hi," Carolyn says to him, "I'm here about an order." She hands him the order confirmation slip, which he has a bit of a hard time reading because the paper is wider than he is.
"Hmm.... Ah, yes." He fiddles with his machine. "You ordered the MIR46, size 38E?"
"Yes..."
"Hm." He fiddles with the machine some more. "It hasn't come in yet. Terribly sorry."
"Really? ...You said it would be in last Wednesday. I ordered that bra at least two weeks ago. And I payed for it two weeks ago."
"I'm sorry ma'am, but it simply isn't here yet. You could, ah, browse some of our similar bras in the large section over there..."
"Really? That's all you have to say? Go buy something else? Do you realize how unhelpful Victoria's Secret has been with my order? It was due in forever ago!"
"B-but there isn't anything I can do to help you, ma'am! It isn't..."
You are starting to get a little bit terrified and hide yourself out of view in Carolyn's purse.
"That's it," she seethes, and picks up the little cashier.
"Hey! Wh-what are you doing!?"
Carolyn tosses the purse aside. It lands on a display near her, and you are jumbled down to the bottom of the purse. You don't really know what just happened, and are climbing vigorously towards the top of the now lateral purse.
Carolyn, meanwhile, rushes into the changing room with the cashier tight in her hand before any of the customers or other employees have time to notice her, and sets him down on a bench in one of the doored-off private rooms.
"Ma'am, I am going to call securi-!!"
But before he can jump off the bench, Carolyn turns around and jumps up onto the bench, slamming her huge butt into the poor cashier's body. She begins to shift from side to side, thoroughly smearing the man into her ass, squealing softly with delight and vengeance.
"Mmmm...!"
---
You, on the other hand, have just exited from the tossed purse, having no idea where Carolyn or the cashier have gone. You feel like perhaps you've been abandoned, but why would Mom forget her purse?
"Yes. Thanks for being a good sport about it, dear."
Carolyn approaches the counter of the store, on which a single exquisitely dressed man stands at attention, besides what is essential a miniaturized cashier's computer on a small table. It's hooked up to a normal-sized credit card machine/vending-machine-style money slot as well.
"Hi," Carolyn says to him, "I'm here about an order." She hands him the order confirmation slip, which he has a bit of a hard time reading because the paper is wider than he is.
"Hmm.... Ah, yes." He fiddles with his machine. "You ordered the MIR46, size 38E?"
"Yes..."
"Hm." He fiddles with the machine some more. "It hasn't come in yet. Terribly sorry."
"Really? ...You said it would be in last Wednesday. I ordered that bra at least two weeks ago. And I payed for it two weeks ago."
"I'm sorry ma'am, but it simply isn't here yet. You could, ah, browse some of our similar bras in the large section over there..."
"Really? That's all you have to say? Go buy something else? Do you realize how unhelpful Victoria's Secret has been with my order? It was due in forever ago!"
"B-but there isn't anything I can do to help you, ma'am! It isn't..."
You are starting to get a little bit terrified and hide yourself out of view in Carolyn's purse.
"That's it," she seethes, and picks up the little cashier.
"Hey! Wh-what are you doing!?"
Carolyn tosses the purse aside. It lands on a display near her, and you are jumbled down to the bottom of the purse. You don't really know what just happened, and are climbing vigorously towards the top of the now lateral purse.
Carolyn, meanwhile, rushes into the changing room with the cashier tight in her hand before any of the customers or other employees have time to notice her, and sets him down on a bench in one of the doored-off private rooms.
"Ma'am, I am going to call securi-!!"
But before he can jump off the bench, Carolyn turns around and jumps up onto the bench, slamming her huge butt into the poor cashier's body. She begins to shift from side to side, thoroughly smearing the man into her ass, squealing softly with delight and vengeance.
"Mmmm...!"
---
You, on the other hand, have just exited from the tossed purse, having no idea where Carolyn or the cashier have gone. You feel like perhaps you've been abandoned, but why would Mom forget her purse?
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May 12, 2023
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