Supermarket Cashier, Open Shirt and Flared Skirt. I work at a supermarket checkout, wearing a white shirt, slightly sheer, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the curve of my heavy tits, my pink, hard nipples poking through a black lace bra, so sensitive each rub sends jolts to my dripping pussy, clients drooling as they scan their groceries. A navy flared skirt, stopping mid-thigh, sways with each move, revealing my thick, sweat-slicked thighs, my tanned skin shimmering. No panties, a quick lift of the skirt exposes my gaping, pink, glistening anus, throbbing like a whore’s mouth, and my pussy, thick, pink lips, soaked, juices dripping, my swollen, red clit erect, ready for a quick fuck in the break room. Black ballet flats, practical yet elegant, glide on the floor, my calves taut, my thighs trembling like a slut ready to give herself up. My smooth black hair is tied in a low bun, a few sweaty strands brushing my neck, tickling my burning skin. A silver necklace glints at my neck, and my plump lips, painted pink, curl into a professional yet provocative smile, my black-lined eyes throwing bitchy glances, making clients hard at the register.