Conflict - Part 4

She couldn't spell the damn sale price. Stumbled through numbers at the counter like a nervous virgin until a woman behind her had enough. One sharp comment cut the air. Then the shoving started, both of them flushed, breath catching. Right there at the register her girl reached under the counter and came back wearing the strap they kept for closing shifts. The silicone cock slid against nylon tights, glistening from whatever she'd used last. The furious one grabbed hips hard enough to bruise, pressed forward in one quick thrust that buried the shaft to the hilt, and the first choked moan echoed over the scanner. They rocked together on top of the counter while the line of shoppers simply watched, payment cards forgotten.