Okay, so I lied.

But I needed a job, any job. That's why. See... I'm really just fifteen.

But my girlfriends say I could probably pass for seventeen, even though I'm kinda plain looking with a bob of red orange hair, couple of studs in my tongue which make me look older and way hipper, I'm quite sure. Plus I have the fake ID, so that's how I landed - HERE

....bored out of my skull and trapped in "retail hell" at this dumb clothing store here in the mall, on a DEAD Tuesday morning with little-miss-perfect sharing the shift. Little Miss prissy, as I also call her is the other girl who works in this hell hole. She's a blonde bitch who delights in mocking me with her little pet names: "Nancy twit - sales clerk" just because she knows it bugs the fuck outta me, rubbing in the pure humiliation of this shitty job serving others.

But She knows I'll kick her ass if she does it to my face again, so she keeps quiet, though i can she her thinking it across the room at me, every day. I find rushing around to wait on stupid little blonde Idiots so fucking embarrassing and beneath me! My own fault I suppose, for even gettin on at a dump like this, right? 'Least it'll have some rave n' party bucks!

Nothing cool happens here. I mean....NOTHING!!! I sometimes try and shock some of the kids or mothers who come in, just for kicks, or miss cheerleader, my co worker, by telling her kinky shit or flashing my tongue stud at her, but everyone's so damned brain dead they don't even notice. I can't help fucking with people and shooting off my big mouth, but the secret truth is...

I'm still a virgin.

Bummer, huh? I still love to talk about sex though. The kinkier, the better. I get on the net late at night and flirt with girls, guys, anything that moves about all kinds of weird freaky stuff that scares and excites me, whatever pops into my head, I just blurt out and type, then I quickly log out before anything too heavy happens and -click - it's over.

Clean, safe, simple. Talk talk talk. Nancy the chatterbox. But lately even talk, even twisted talk, is getting boring.

So it's Tuesday morning, the whole mall is like a fucking filled with corpses, as usual, and I'm pissed net access has been cut off my the manager so i can't even screw around at work anymore, and I'm totally seething about Little Miss Prissy so desperate for any attention she's silently mouthing "Nancy Twit" from across the half off racks at me like a spoiled little sister....which is exactlly why i deny her even my "God I hate that fucking name" expression she'd so boredly hoping for.

When it happened.

It started with her. This woman. She walks in. She's like, maybe mid twenties or something. Dressed in some business outfit, way classier clothes than we sell, and she's with some woman in her forties who's dressed like a typical middle-aged woman, and looks like she could be twenty something's mother.

They both walk up to Miss Prissy, my co-worker and she natch', blows the off and sends them to my register. "No ask that girl over there, little miss Nancy twit." Miss prissy giggles. Mental note to kill her later. So they waltz over to my side.

"Excuse me, Nancy is it?", goes the business woman.

"Yup, can I help you?" I say not looking up.

"CAN you?", she snidely asked as I catch her eyeing me up and down. This kinda pissed me off, but also totally intrigued me for some embarrassing reason. There was something about the woman's bitchy manner, and the older one who wouldn't even look me in the eye, that made the hairs on my neck stand up. SOMETHING's going on here. Something weird. I can feel it.

"I'm sorry...I don't....get..." I said, eyes narrowing, not getting what she meant.

"...no, I don't suppose you do.", she sneered and snapped her fingers as the older woman looked up and her eyes met mine.

"You see, Nancy, my name's Miss Myers and this woman is someone I've just met for the first time today." The older woman came mincing up from behind the business woman. I thought she was gonna curtsy or something, but her nervous expression ignited my sick curiosity even more.

"She's written me several emails claiming that she lives in my building, several floors below. The poor thing told me that she's seen me many times from her window and ruefully confessed she couldn't take her eyes off me...." The business woman said, turning to the lady standing before her, and asked.

"....Isn't that right, cow?"

I stood there in shock, waiting for the older lady to say something. But she only looked a little queasy as she nodded, her cheeks flushing and her eyes returning to the floor.

My voice disappeared as my eyes were pulled back by the business woman who smiled conspiratorially at me, leaning closer and speaking softly. I leaned forward.

"She said she had a request, which she'd only reveal if I agreed to met her in person! When I saw her I regretted having agreed to it. But her proposition is intriguing. It seems that the the ol' cow here has developed a little romantic fixation on certain aspects of my behavior...", Miss Myers smiled like she thought the old bitch was kinda funny, in a disgusting kind of way. And I could see her point.

The 'old bitch' was breathing hard and stealing quick glances at me and this "Miss Myers" woman and not denying any of her story. Not a word. She looked kind of miserable and a tremor touched her full, wrinkly old lips.

"So--whatever this is...it's all HER idea, right? I mean, nobody's forcing her...right? ", I asked, still numb to it all.

" Watch." The cool looking business woman grinned at me as she looked over at the older woman, reached her hand toward me and held it open.

"Quickly. Your shoe." She demanded.

Before I could think I slipped off my tennis shoe and forked it over. The business woman held it out with her fingers like it was day old gum or something. I frowned inwardly, knowing they weren't that dirty.

I tried to look at the older woman, but she avoided my gaze. Can't blame her. Though totally excited by it, I also felt kinda a growing embarrassment for this woman who was old enough to my by mom and confused why she'd allow this shit. And what's this with my shoe? I probably shouldn't have given it to her as it only encouraged her. I stood there on one shoe and a sock, pretending all was normal, my eyes darting in a panic, praying my coworker, miss-prissy-ass was still busy in the back. So far so good.

The business woman held my shoe up as she barked to the older woman.

" Now, how might we impress upon our young friend here what you'll stoop to? Whatever might we do to relieve poor little Nancy's worries?" The Business woman with a strange sacrastic affection toward me.

The older woman got a sickened expression and shamefully unrolled her moist fat little tongue as far as she could in the air, amazingly betraying a expression arousal as she stood, as if 'at attention' before us both.

The business woman then rudely smeared the bottom of my shoe across this dignified woman's tongue. The older woman flinched and squirmed a bit, but she held her tongue out anyway until Miss Myers was totally amused and satisfied.

Omigod! I prayed I hadn't stepped in anything on the way to work, realizing I hadn't even checked. By panicked, having no Idea what to do or how to react. Before I could react, I was thrown back my shoe as I hurriedly slipped it back on. I winced, spying a little dirty smudge on the woman's cheek, as the old bitch kept her tongue out until she had 'permission' to roll it back in.

The business woman grinned over to me and cooed, "So, do we believe it's consensual matter now? Would you like to hear what else she likes?"

"Please.... I mean, yeah...." I whispered leaning closer, no longer ashamed to lock eyes with the weird woman who still held her tongue out like a damned old fool.

"Well, Nancy...it seems this poor, stupid creature has confessed something of a little....well,...." She reached over and casually started toying with one of the buttons on the older woman's blouse, who stood perfectly still, except that I think she was trembling.

"...Something of a....shall we say....habit of watching me shop. She likes to....watch. Shopping that is." Miss Myers smiled coyly as she kept toying with the button, her eyes darting back and forth between us now. She could see I was dying to see what would happen next.

"Watching you shop, huh? She must be a pretty weird old ...cow." I boldly tried, shooting an arched brow across to the beet red older woman. Her trembling got worse.

" Tell her yourself Nancy. Unless your as bad as she is. " Miss Myers leaned closer and stood enticingly close to me, whispered some warm intimate instructions in my ear. " Here, tell her...."

I eyed the woman and wondered if she'd do it. I was young enough to be her daughter. Something in her eyes said she didn't take me seriously, which pissed me off. But I still was intimidated.

" Pull your tongue back in....?" I nervously shrugged.

My knees went weak as she gave me a hateful look and I realized Miss Myer had overplayed her hand. I looked to Miss Myers for support, but she was looking at the woman who just angrily pulled her fat little tongue back inside, just as I asked!

I almost clapped my hands in delight, but Miss Myers shot me a 'don't draw attention' expression, and I tried suppressed my excitement. The angry expression of the old bitch only made it sweeter.

I couldn't believe I'd gotten away with....talking like that to a customer. I felt a pure powerful rush coursing through my chest and tingling into my privates, just for effecting a change in this totally kinky scene. I could, like, say ANYTHING, and she would just get more turned on. God, this was so totally sick!

"Where were we? Yes. Other than cleaning shoes with her tongue, the poor thing seems quite obsessed with the way I shop. I laughed and told her I wasn't even vaguely interested, thank you very much, and laughed about how she seriously needed some help..."

" but she sweetened the pot, didn't you, moo-grrrrrl?" The business woman whispered in a mocking childish whisper.

The older cow sucked a deep breath into her flaring nostrils as her body responded with a will of it's own, seemingly caressed by each syllable the bitchy woman spoke as she nodded back mutely to me, " Moo girl?" I silently mouthed to myself.

Her nod of agreement was deepening a growing rosy hue in my own cheeks as well, her humiliation somehow mirroring my own trepidation.

"Now, the reason we're here is this. My fat little friend here said she'd pay whoever served me five hundred dollars if they'd...well...." Miss Myers leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"What?" I croaked.

"I'm totally serious. Are you interested?" She said, staring into me.

I think I almost came right there, staring down at my shoe, mulling over the offer. For a second I couldn't even bring myself look at Miss Myers. My eyes darted up, staring at the old bitch, who's eyes rewarded me by flickered quick smoldering flashes of shame my way. Was she coming onto me, or was I flattering myself? God was this crazy!

"That's quite an...offer...." I said, trying to sound casual, "I've...never...I don't think...".

Okay, who was I kiddin'? I was scared shitless and totally in over my head, though ashamedly incredibly turned on by it all, too! I had to decide. Miss Myers looked impatient. My whole body stiffened. I couldn't believe these two adults are really asking this! My heart was pounding. If I went along, and little miss prissy ass saw, she'd totally bust my ass. Fired. For real. No fucking around. Was some freaky woman worth that?

"Nancy...? What's your answer? " The business woman demanded.

" Okay, but let's see the moo- cow's money first." I grinned to the old bitch proudly.

Miss Myers suddenly ripped one the middle buttons from the older woman's blouse, with a sudden calm violence that made the old bitch and me gasp in unison. Some of the lace of her bra was exposed, not much, but enough. I felt like I'd blown it, the way she ripped it, her expression taunting me the whole time, instead of the old cow! Both of them just started at me. Jesus! I stood there, my legs quivering. Geezz - What did I say?

Miss Myers quietly held the button to my face as she locked my gaze to hers.

I know a threat when I see it. There was defiance and challenge in her face that scared me to pieces and also made me tingle in naughty places. Internet stories, lies, big talk, that was my turf. Not this. My feet wanted to bolt like hell and call the manager - if they could stop shaking. I looked down at the button she now held invasively close to my nose. Part of me knew these two shouldn't be trusted and that also made me hot. God knows what they were capable of.

Okay - that's it - game over. I QUIT.

"Look you two...I can't lose my job over this. And it's not, like, unreasonable to ask for the money up front, IS it? Did I say something wrong? Okay? Just relax. Please....tell me if I did something wrong...okay?..." I tried meekly.

But we were way beyond words now. This wasn't my computer, this was real, and this woman could smell my arousal, else I wouldn't have played along this far. I looked down at the cow's button.

"Awwww....you look petrified, little Nancy. Did the big naughty ladies come up and scare such a poor little baby teenager like yourself? Huh? Is our little.....

...."Nancy Twit" a scaredie cat? Huh? Is she?", the business woman cooed inches from my face. watching me for reaction.

She'd picked up on the name now. She'd even emphasized the words. Nancy Twit. God, why did she have to pick up on that??? Jesus, I wonder if she was my reaction when they came in and Little Miss Perfect was whispering it at me? Did she know how much it pissed me off? Made me boil? Or was she just fishing? Just hearing her linger over the words,

Well, never mind!

I don't know what was the matter with me--why my shock stifled any intelligent reply, as I flushed in sweet passive humiliation. Miss Myers strange hostile baby talk and older bitch's request still rang in my ear, leaving me more miserable, and more turned-on than I ever was in my whole life.

Then Miss Myers pushed the button to my lips. I was so mortified by such intimacy, at work, in public, that I instinctively pursed my lips together to keep it out, but this just caused me to make an embarrassing little "kissommnmg" sound as she forced it into my mouth. I held it there, afraid to spit it out. I turned crimson with resentment and humiliation as she slid her finger from my lips, down along my chin and neck, letting it come to rest in the hollow just above my locket.

" Well well....I think somebody's a little more into this that they've been letting on. " The business woman grinned as I shot her a frown.

" She likes it, doesn't she cow? This twit likes sucking on your button, doesn't she?" The cruel woman's eyes danced as she studied me as I silently stood there, tummy in knots, hands clenched, lips pressed painfully tight...

...but I still holding the button on my tongue inside my mouth.

"I guess somebody is entitled to the other half the money if she works for it, isn't she cow?" Miss Myers asked to no one in particular.

I knew Miss Myer was a fucking lire. I was NOT turned on!!! However, I was worried holding holding bitch's stupid damned button in my mouth might make Miss Myers draw mistake me for someone who was as sick as this fat old cow, and was eager to regain my status in the business woman's eyes. I needed to get back to calling the shots again, as quick as possible. Obviously the button was a test for the money, and If holding it inside pleases Miss Myers, I'd be on her side - and hopefully get paid and control the old bitch again!

This was what I told myself, though I felt a damned fool as the business woman's eyes became glittering ovals of superior scorn, her smug look saying that she could see right into me...right to my dripping pussy...

which it totally was, by now.

"Follow me", she said to both of us.

I grabbed my purse and shot the old bitch a nasty look and she returned it. The old bitch cut in front of me, stumbling along behind miss Myers, and I brought up the rear, sulking along behind them like a pouting puppy, tongue proudly guarding my prize. Well at least I'd suffer through this with at least half the money.

Miss Myers grabbed various clothes from racks as we walked right past my gaping coworker, and I followed the two into the changing area. As soon as we were safely in the changing hallway, Miss Myers turned around, pushed the old bitch out of the way and took me by the arm.

"Well....spit out that button, you stupid little twit!"

Shocked and breathless, I complied. It landed on the dirty floor. I was totally on fire hearing her talk to me this way. Didn't she realize I was different than the old bitch? How dare she!!! I couldn't decide if I was more pissed or more aroused! So much for impressing her. Miss Myers rudely shoved both of us into a stall and threw her armful of clothes onto the floor.

"Now go through those and tell me what will fit me!"

She pushed me to my knees. I heard the old bitch gasp and give a little moan, watching me. I wasn't sure I wanted to participate. Not this way. I never really said I would. This was getting ugly and out of control.

"I get half the money still, right?" I said voice breaking unconvincingly.

"Money?" Miss Myers laughed as she reached out and slid her fingers around my neck, which instantly melted from her warm touch. Her prolonged grasp made the anticipation unbearable. I longed, ached for her to devour me with a endlessly wet passionate kiss right then and there. But she didn't. She just smirked at the older woman, then Ignored me, firmly guided me to the floor and onto my knees.

" Silly little Twit, Look at yourself. You still believe this is about money...?" She giggled aloud.

I frowned, closing my eyes and burning with anger over the humiliating truth, as I surrendered and let my fingers fumble across the material of her dress.

"I...I...don't know your size...ma'am...", I stammered, realizing how stupid that sounded, still pretending I was waiting on them.

I wasn't sure how to act, still flushed with arousal of her fingers. I mean, were we now "involved", like lovers, since I'd tongued the old cow's button? In my mind It had drawn us together. But lovers seemed a stupid term, as here I was with me on my knees before her! I looked over at the older woman, hating her, desperate for Miss Myers to see the old bitch debase herself so I wouldn't be the focus!

I had a sinking feeling, despite all we'd been through, that Miss Myers now viewed me as a serving girl and truly believed I was still supposed to be wait on them because I'd somehow become aroused before them. This was so fucking unreal and WEIRD. But surely I was above the old cow, right? Was sucking on the button a mistake? Did it only prove something, to both of them? I was now close to hysterics from the sexual frustration, desperate to avoid falling deeper and humiliating myself any further. No matter what I did, I had to prove myself different than that old bag. No matter what - I'd HOLD MY TEARS. There was no fucking way I'd wind up like that fat old cow!!! I was brought back to the room by the Miss Myers voice.

"God! How does such a stupid little girl find her way out of the closet in the morning? Hurry up and MEASURE me, twit!"

I glanced over at the old bitch, and got another shock. She had her hand up her own skirt! She was standing here, watching us and...well...you know. Doing herself. I thought only dirty old men did that stuff!

I started to get up to get up, but Miss Myers grabbed my hair and forced me back down to the carpet on my knees.

"I didn't say get up, did I little Nancy? Did I?"

I thought I might start to cry. But I didn't.

"DID I!?"

"N-no, ma'am". I stammered. I tried my best to Ignore the effect the old bitch was having on me and turned to my task.

I tried to hold it together and struggled with my warming pussy as I crawled over to the hook behind the door where we kept the tape. By the time I turned back, I was heaving as big wet stains decorating my cheeks.

" Do you think a naughty little cry baby sales clerk like Nancy deserves a penny of this horny old cow's money? Does she?" Miss Myers asked as she stood with her arms out, waiting to be measured.

I scowled at the shameless cow who worked away on her pussy while she witnessed my shame. I hated her.

'No...She doesn't deserve any of it..."

I managed to mumble, feeling so so numb inside now. I couldn't believe I'd broken so quickly and I decided I'd say something. But I juts let the tears roll and started to measure her anyway. I was so happy to be near any part of her, even her bottom. As I kneeled behind her suit, and carefully pinched the tape together behind her bottom she suddenly whipped around, slapping my face.

"Don't you DARE touch my ass! How dare you, you little teen aged pervert! I should file a complaint with your manager. Now hurry it up!"

The old bitch gave a little squeal when she slapped me, working herself harder. I think the disgusting old pig even may have orgasmed.

I measured her waist, but she stopped me when I was about to do her bust.

"Wait, stupid girl. A common sales clerk like you can't possibly tell my size through a business suit, isn't that right?"

She removed her jacket, blouse and bra, throwing them over my head. I had to try and measure her chest without being able to see her. My hands trembled in fear and sweet anticipation, finally coming so close to her fabulously body and skin.

Of course, I lightly touched her breasts. I closed my eyes, hoping she'd noticed as the affectionate touch it was.

Abruptly I felt myself being pushed over as I feel onto the floor.

"Jesus, cow - you little twit!!! How DARE you paw me all over like some sick little freak!"

I savored the horrid hiss of her as she and strode over me. Her clothes tumbled from my face, crumpling around my head as I gazed up and saw her towering over me, firmly holding me down on the floor by crushing on my boob down with the toe of one of her pointy heeled pumps.

"I might have known you could resist feeling me up. First you suck on the cow's button without even so much as a protest, then you still agree to help us when you wont get paid! Then this...??? what have you got to say for yourself little my sales clerk, huh? What do you say to the big nice lady, huh? " She asked, leaning down closer to my face.

I didn't know what to say. I was still mesmerized by the site of Miss Myers nude from the waste up. My fingers were sensuously stroking her shoe as it dug into my boob. I squirmed on the floor with desire like a little twit, my hand fumbling to find it's way between my legs as I bit my lower lip, hearing the grunts of the old cow next to us.

I had never looked up at anyone from this angle that I could remember, and it was kind of...I don't know...beautiful in a way. Her hair hung down from around the sides of her face, playing across her creamy soft shoulders. Her powerful, shiny panty hosed legs reminded me of redwoods, disappearing into the deep darkness under her skirt. Her round breasts swayed invitingly over me, so I could barely see her eyes flashing past, down at me.

"Well, I think our little miss pervert here needs to pay US, for the privilege of squirming around on the floor and bring herself off, doesn't she Mooo cow?" Miss Myers cooed down to me, exchanging a giggle with the grunting fat old pig as I became ackingly close to coming with each word she teased before me. Her patent leather black high heeled shoe was inched from my face now, but I tried to focus on anything but that.

Suddenly Miss Myers had my purse and emptied what l some spare change and a coupe of dollar bills onto the floor cross my boos and face, as I reached for the money offering to her desperately with one hand as I worked myself into a heated fury between my legs with the other. But still her nasty little shiny shoe kept catching my eye. I couldn't get the fat old cow out of my mind. How stupidly willingly she'd cleaned mine. It made me sick.

"Nu huh huh - Little Lady...All I see is a few dollars. Mommies princess doesn't get to come unless she forks over a whoooooolle lot more than this! Can she be a good little girl and scrap up some more for the two big ladies?" She smirked down at me. These were the words that caused more hot sticky tears.

I less than thirty seconds I found myself scrawling my name across check for my entire collage savings to her. I was paying for the right to jerk off at this woman's feet, in a heated sickening fog of perverse desire. Some part of me sensed It was a huge mistake that I'd regret the rest of my life - another part was too far gone to care anymore.

Miss Myers moved around so that she was standing between my played out legs. She raised her pointy right shoe and pressed it right up against the crotch of my jeans. I really wanted to squirm right up against her shoe...I was that hot. But I just couldn't get there. So close. So close....My heart was pounding so hard...and I knew that I'd just lost everything. Kissed it all away. My whole future. Gone. But the only thing going through my head was how much I ached more than ANYTHING to cum that very second!!! To do whatever Miss Myers wanted, no matter how disgusting...

...in fact I WANTED to be disgusting. I felt like I was totally disgusting...and it was RIGHT! It was SO RIGHT!

She started rubbing my crotch slowly as she talked.

"No...I think I've changed my mind. Never mind the sizes, Nancy-poo. Why don't you just be a useful little sales clerk and amuse us by model these things for us? Since you wont be going to collage cause you cunt comes first, isn't that right little miss teeny bopper sales clerk?"

The blood was rushing to my head, I was almost gonna cum on the dressing room hallway floor, like some kind of perverted slut. I nodded. I kept nodding...

...but she stopped. She stepped forward so she was straddling me, like a cruel goddess or something.

"Take off your clothes, Nancy twit."

I noticed the old bitch was now riffling through my purse and wallet. I guess I wasn't going to stop her. They had everything else, and besides, everything just kept driving me further into heated lust.

But the old bitch reached over and showed Miss Myers what must have been some other forms of ID.

"Hey, someone's a little younger than they pretending, aren't they? I'm not sure a little Nancy Twit like you deserves to even be working at a grown up job like this, are they little Nancy twit??? " Miss Myers asked while I kept wriggling between her legs, unable to take my eyes off her legs and her breasts.

They continued making jokes about my age and me being a little baby and their sales clerk commonest stung the most, as I hated that description of myself. But I stayed in a erotic haze as I dumbly undressed for her. I believed she must know I was falling in love with her. She must! I thought maybe...if I pleased her...if I turned her on or did what she said...maybe she would love me, too. Little Nancy twit wanted that so much. Miss Myer's stupid horny little sales clerk would do anything for her sexy lady...anything!

I became aware of how I was thinking of myself and cringed, reminding myself to get a hold of myself.

Still laying on the floor, when I was down to my panties and bra, I paused. She bent down and grabbed the waist of my panties. I caught her wonderful scent as her breasts swung above me. I could at last see her face again. She was scowling... but I could see that she was also turned-on...by ME! Her little teen aged bimbo sales girl! I wanted her so much! I would move in with her, I thought. I would wash her clothes and cook her food...and...and...anything she wanted...

My ass was pulled off the floor as Miss Myers roughly stripped me of my panties, and threw them over to the old bitch. I wished she would just go away, and leave me with Miss Myers, My panties hit the cow in the face, and she seemed to almost not notice, except that her hand started rubbing even faster, and then she started to shake. The old cunt face was cumming...again! I hated her. I didn't want Miss Myers to do ANYTHING for HER! She was just an ugly old pig.

I was laying there in just my bra now, breathing heavily, hand between my legs. Miss Myers picked up this childish looking, puffy sleeved pink blouse made for a much younger girl and threw it in my face. She told me to put it on since I was just a little girl in disguise. I burned with shame, knowing she was right, but was happy squirmed into it, feeling embarrassed. I wanted to show that I was better than that old hag...that I would do anything for her.

It was way small, but I got a couple of the buttons buttoned. Then Miss Myers pulled me up by my hair, and walked me over to the mirrors.

"No," she said, "still something missing..."

She grabbed her purse, took out a lipstick, and started smearing it around my mouth. Nancy twit looked like some kind of fat clown, because of the way She was overflowing that horrible blouse...and also cause she was naked from the waist down!

" Does little Nancy girl realize how silly she looks trying to play dress up like the big ladies?" She whispered in m y ear.

Another crying jag started, welling up from deep inside now. It felt like Miss Myers knew all Nancy twits ugly secrets and what a worthless loser she really is. How did she know that about Nancy twit? How could she?

"Wh-why are you doing this to me?", Nancy twit begged her. She was so mortified! The stupid little sale clerk could see her thighs quivering in an ugly way, and little droplets shining on her pussy hairs, and that just made Nancy Twit cry in shame even more.

The old cunt was grunting like a hog next to us. Miss Myers looked over at her and said,

"Your shoe, cow...NOW!"

The cow took off her shoe and waddle over to hand it to Miss Myers...not even slowing up her horrid masturbating.

Miss Myers...my wonderful, beautiful Miss Myers, pressed the bottom of the old hag's shoe against Nancy Twit's scrunched up little mouth. She knew what to do. She know what was expected...

Then something snapped. I became self aware, and hung just inches next to some fantastic splendid orgasm, but something was blocking it. I was filled with self hatred for sinking into calling myself by these derogatory names again! why was it so easy to think of myself this way? what was the matter with me? The real Nancy was slipping away...

dying....

disappearing....

I laid there, in tears of sexual frusteration....just...suspended, hanging there.......fuming with mountains of pure RAGE that this old cow.

I looked up at her stinky old shoe a few inched from my face with a bile in my throat, shaking my head my refusal. But they both watch me, expectantly. I rubbed my clitoris in a rhythmic blur, just realizing how, scant hours before, I'd watched this cow humiliate herself this same way by licking my shoe voluntarily, and here this fat old cunt was trying to get me, ME, to do the same shit to her smelly old shoe???? Even looking at this fat ugly whore was causing me to hovering on the brink of one of the most powerful orgasms of my whole teen aged life....

But...I couldn't, wouldn't.

Not with this repulsive old ugly fat cow.

No, fucking way. I shook my head in defiance.

I started to lick it Miss Myers toes instead. Anything but that smelly shoe. Nancy twit licked every inch of Miss Myers foot passionately, like it was Miss Myers moist little pussy. The dim witted little sales clerk longed to display her licking prowess and skills. Nancy twit started to shake uncontrollably as she licked, kissed, slurped, worshipped the dirty shoe, she means toes.

Suddenly, light poured into the stall over everyone. There...in the doorway, was...

Oh - my - God.

Miss prissy stood there as the color drained from her face, hand over her mouth, watching us. She stammered.

"Nancy...what are you..."

"I'm not Nancy silly! I'm Nancy twit, your proud little sales clerk!" Nancy giggled and continued proudly licking for all she was worth.

Time all seemed to be frozen for a moment. Nancy Twit saw the store manager next to Miss Prissy shaking with anger and swearing into his cell phone for security. Nancy twit heard the manager yell for her to stop, but that drove her on further. I was Miss Myers' little twit. Nancy Twit was cumming for Miss Myers. Licking and cumming for her. Cumming for the little sale's clerk's true love.

Then I became aware. Of who's smelly old shoe I was actually....happily, voluntarily and gratefully licking.

How lucky I was to be kissing, sucking and drooling on such a wonderful shoes as this. I winced up and saw the old cow's amused face hatefully spit on my my face as I proudly offered my cheek to her shaking with humiliation, realizing who I really finally was, eyes fresh with salty tears at my realization.

Nancy Twit, Shoe Licking Sales Clerk