When I was younger I worked a few different retail jobs. I worked at a big brand store, then a clothing shop, then s bookstore and finally at an art supply shop. This last job was great, with decent pay, a good staff discount and very little pressure.
It opened early and closed late, and the customers were always interesting (and flirtatious). Most of the time I was on the shop by myself but there was usually a few hours where my shift would overlap with a co-worker. Most of them were decent enough but I had a soft spot for one, let’s call her Emma. Emma was an art student and a lot of fun to be around. She was quite short, with long brunette hair and big breasts that she was never afraid of showing off.
She’d often work in the shop without a bra, something which definitely attracted customers and I had no complaints about. She was still with her high school sweetheart and this was her first job, I was about 6 years older than her at the time, and she’d occasionally make comments about it: particularly about how she’d always found older men attractive.