The service car dropped me off near a shop called 'Lori's Books & Tea'.
I pushed the glass door and entered the bookshop. Seeing me, a young man in his 20s bid his farewell to his parents and left the shop, entering the same service car I just stepped out of.
These kind of reliever settings is ingrained in people's lives. I was both a part-time worker here and a reliever so their son could go to college.
The couple, owners of the shop, smiled brightly seeing me and greeted me with a Good Morning.
We had less than an hour to prepare everything before the customers showed up, so all three of us got busy. The husband was the cook, the wife, Lori, managed the books, and served orders with me when crowded.
The busy hours passed, and mid-afternoon arrived. We ate lunch together, and then one of the two adults fell asleep on the couch to the side. This was their daily routine. The big-bellied husband needed his sleep, no matter what.
It was a very peaceful job that anyone could do; the pay was decent as well. But the real issue with this part-time job starts from here. Even sleeping, he still counted as a third presence, so it was no funny business.
From the side of his eyes, I noticed Lori pull her dress up slightly. She was on the ladder, and I was handing her books to put on the top shelf.
I could already see her fair thighs up her skirt, and now, with this, the view was almost clear. There was still thin gray underwear, a wet spot in the middle, so not everything was revealed. But a wild bush of ginger hair peeked out of the sides of the fabric, both on her crotch and buttcrack.
That was the thing the lady loved to show all part-timers.
Even when there were three people, the truly depraved ones could not stop thinking about perverted things. None would act upon their desires, though. But that didn't mean kinks didn't exist.
The lady was a mistress who loved shaming young, less experienced boys.