Another dull Wednesday, working my store in the mall is coming soon to a close. I look up from my paperwork to see her approaching. Short, redhead, tight ass, really a cute little thing. She is a regular, dropping by monthly to pay her bill and always stopping to chat on her way to the food court. She works at the swimsuit store just around the corner. She presents her card to me for payment. I reach out and close her hand around her card, giving her a smile. “I got you this time,” I say. She flashed a smirk and with a slight stutter offers back a giggly nervous “thank you.” We chat while I close up shop, dancing around with what is in the back of our minds. Finally, I slide my arm through one sleeve of my jacket and throw it around my back for the other while I signal for her to walk me out.