"They've lost your father's blue blazer." Her mother gave a frustrated sigh.

"No lose!" The man was clearly foreign, trying to explain something to her mother in two different languages.

"Whatever!" Lindsey waved her mother's words away. "And he's not my father."

She turned to the kid behind the counter. He was about her age, kinda cute, she noted, and most definitely staring at her bare midriff and long legs. "I have to pee. Do you have a bathroom?"

"In the back," the kid offered. Lindsey padded after him, leaving her mother and the owner to work things out. He pulled open a door that said: Employees Only.

"Gee, I must be special, huh?" Lindsey flashed him a smile as she turned on the light and tossed her purse on the floor.

"We don't usually let customers-" the kid's voice trailed off and he stood open-mouthed as he watched her pull her shorts down and sit on the toilet to pee.

"What's the matter?" Lindsey pulled toilet paper off the roll and wiped. "Never seen a girl pee before?"

He shook his head, eyes wide and staring between her legs as she pulled up her shorts and flushed the toilet. Lindsey washed her hands at the sink, glancing at him in the mirror. He was still standing in the doorway, transfixed. Plucking her purse from the floor, Lindsey shuffled through and found some lip gloss. She leaned way over the sink to the mirror, up on her tiptoes, rolling the tip of the tube over her lips.

"Uh… I guess I should get back up front…" He cleared his throat, moving to shut the door. His eyes were still between her legs and Lindsey could feel the pull in the seam of her shorts and knew they were riding up between her pussy lips. It all felt too good to stop.

"Or…" Lindsey smacked her lips together, tossing the lip gloss into her purse and turning to face him with a smile. She slid up slowly onto the sink and swung her bare feet. "You could come in, shut the door, and fuck my brains out."