Author: hiddenrequiem

Part 1: https://redd.it/6cx0ce

Part 2: https://redd.it/6d35e6

I wasn’t ready for what happened that next Thursday.

As I arrived at my store I found Anna waiting outside of the locked gate. She was smiling nervously, holding a small bag from the store in one hand. I smiled as well, fumbling with my keys as I approached. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” she said, “I brought something for you.”

“Well, thanks.” I opened the gate, and she slipped inside before me. I went in and closed it back up, locking it in place.

Once we were inside of the darkened store, out of view of anyone who might be in the mall at this early hour, she handed me the bag. Inside were a pair of white silk panties.

I looked up at her with a bit of confusion, and she just grinned. “I’ll put those back on before I leave,” she said quietly, and walked towards my back room. I tucked the panties into my pocket and hurriedly followed. Read more »

Once we were back home things seemed to revert to normal. Anna and I would text back and forth throughout the work day, sharing stories about bad customers or corporate BS, with no mention of our encounter on the plane. At one point, I even hinted at broaching the subject by saying “I couldn’t sleep the whole plane ride home – was exhausted when we landed.”

Her reply: “I slept the whole way.”

That seemed to be the end of that.

About three weeks later I was working the opening shift, meaning I was alone in my store from about 9:00 AM until the mall opened at 10. At 9:02 I get a text from Anna.

“Opening?”
“Yep.”
“Alone?”
“Yep.”
“Coming to see if you have something a customer was asking for. BRT.”

I was a bit confused – It was common for us to transfer merchandise between stores, but why wouldn’t she just ask about the product in text? She arrived a few minutes later, dressed for a typical work day in a black button-down shirt and khakis, and I opened the gate for her. Read more »