The Shop

by Joanne

I am a single mum with two girls Lucy fifteen and Chelsea just ten. Life has been difficult holding down a job with young children especially in the summer when they are off school.

I am thirty with no particular skill or training I have drifted from one job to another. My kids would get ill or I would be needed at school or my child minder would get ill or whatever and I would get fired, yet again. I have grown used to it.

My life took a turn for the better, about three years ago, when I got a job as a shop assistant in a small high street boutique. The high street I am talking about is in a small market town. The owner is a tall, slim, smart woman called Julie almost exactly ten years older than me. She made no secret of the fact that she is gay and living with an older woman. That didn’t bother me at all. She was always very respectful of me and my girls. Our working relationship was one of mutual respect. She gave me a sense of belonging that I was not used to. She would allow me, or even encourage me to model the clothes, which I enjoyed doing and I now have the best wardrobe I have ever had before and could never have afforded.

For the first time I had an employer that understood the needs of parenthood. Whenever I needed time off she would always say, “Take as long as you need.” Life was very, very good and I never abused her good nature. It was wonderful to have such freedom. She would even look after one of my girls if I had to go out with the other.

It was Chelsea’s dental appointment. It was the school holidays and, as usual, Julie was happy to keep an eye on Lucy while I took Chelsea to see the dentist. On our return it was clear that Lucy had been having fun trying on the lovely clothes and encouraging customer to buy. I felt a twinge of jealousy, but it soon passed when I saw how lovely she looked and how happy she was as she walked up and down modelling the clothes and laughing with the customers.

Then one day, I had been left minding the shop when Julie had to leave work early, to do an errand. I had finished off the day and was in the back room counting the takings and entering them onto the computer spreadsheet. I had finished and was pushing away from the desk, intending on lock up and leave, when I accidentally knocked over a CD case, the CDs spread all over the floor. I gathered them up and not knowing if they were in any particular order I just put them back into the case just as they came. It was by sheer luck that the last one to be put back was one marked ‘Security’

I didn’t know that we had a security camera, I was intrigued and put the CD into the computer and sat back to watch shoppers shopping. I understood immediately why I had never seen a camera. It was because it was hidden in the changing room. The room is a large room, not the cubicles so often found in shops. It was well lit and has hinged mirrors on the walls allowing customers to see themselves a various angles. What I was watching was me as well as many shoppers undressing and dressing. “You horny bugger,” I thought with an inner grin, I was finding the whole idea mildly amusing.

I was about to shut down the machine when I saw Lucy enter the room. She slipped out of her school dress and was stood in her school underwear. She had her back to the camera. Her tight little bottom looked wonderful in her school knickers. She was laughing and saying something as she looked at herself in the mirrors. There was no sound and so I could not tell what she was saying. Then Julie entered the room with a selection of dresses and a bungle of items.

These turned out to be a bra, a thong and a pair of hold up stockings. I watched, and so did Julie, as Lucy stripped naked and put on the underwear. My girl is beautiful, but in this sexy underwear she was stunning. I watched as Julie took her by the shoulders and kissed her on the lips. It was a deep sexual kiss. Her hands were running up and down my girl’s body. Slowly Julie sank to her knees and slipped Lucy’s thong to one side exposing her beautiful blond pussy. The sight of Lucy working her pussy into Julie’s face making it shine with her juices sent a flush of pride and desire to my own pussy.

Lucy was laughing and put one leg over Julie’s shoulder. She gave that same cheeky grin she gave whenever I tickled her. She licked her lips as she always did whenever she teased me, but now it was because Julie was thrusting her tongue in and out of her young fresh pussy. I could practically taste her. Lucy threw her head back with her eyes rolling in ecstasy. She held onto Julie’s head as she finally shook through her orgasm. I was with her every inch of the way wetting my panties as I also shook through my own mind blowing orgasm.

Julie then left the room. Lucy busied herself straightening up, she selected the dress she liked best and slipped it on. She left the room and paraded it up and down the shop. I had seen her do that dozens of times. Her face would still be flushed from her orgasm. I, like the shoppers, had always thought that she was just a little shy. She looked so cute, her eyes sparkling and her broad grin making her look so delicate and vulnerable.

I played the disc three times and each time I got hornier and hornier. By the third time I had my panties round my ankles and was frigging myself silly. My little girl looked so lovely, her orgasm was my orgasm, as she mouthed her silent scream, I mouthed mine, as she shuddered, I shuddered, as she threw her head back, so did I. Finally I straightened myself up. I sifted through the discs and found three more marked ‘Security’ I put them in my bag. I locked up as usual and left.

I was home before the kids, they had been with their grandmother and they were never in any hurry to come home from there. Often I would get a call to say they were staying overnight. I went straight to my bedroom, I needed a shower. It may have been my imagination, but I could smell my sex on my clothes. I put a disc into my player as I stripped off.

This was not a computer screen, this was the huge flat screen TV I use to watch movies in bed.

I went into the bathroom to turn on the shower and when I returned there was a very clear, full colour silent movie of Julie masturbating to movies of young, beautiful women, dressing and undressing on her computer.

I blushed to the core as I realised that what I was watching was a second camera. It must be positioned high and in one corner of the room. It showed the whole of the back room in perfect focus. It was so sharp I could see the picture on the computer and was able to recognise some of the regular customers. Waves of embarrassment ran through me because I now knew that a movie of me masturbating, watching my daughter being pussy licked was on Julie’s hard drive.