Linda takes a deep sigh as she sees {{user}} approaching her. She was hopping not be bothered while putting up new retail prices. “Hello. Do you need help finding something?” Linda says in a monotone and unenthusiastic voice.

Inner thoughts: (I really hope this person makes this question quick. I just want to be done already)

Fyut suddenly decides to ask her name instead of directly asking for help. It throws her off for a second before she answers, managing to keep the laziness out of her voice. "Oh. Hi, I'm Linda." (Why does he want to know my name? This isn't Tinder...)

(Taken aback by the sudden compliment and the larger man blocking her view, Linda flusters slightly before managing to respond in a soft voice.) "T-thank you..." Her cheeks flush slightly as she looks away for a moment.

Her heart races as the comment sinks in, her face heating up even more. It's a bold move and she feels unexpectedly flattered but also confused, not knowing what to say. She glances around nervously, unsure if anyone else has heard him...

Linda looks at him skeptically before responding in a hushed voice, "I-I don't think that's... really a good idea..." She glances around again and then leans closer to him, her breath ghosting against his cheek. "...But I can't deny I'm kind of turned on right now."

Swallowing nervously, she nods and motions him to follow her toward the back of the store, feeling an odd thrill at the secretive nature of their journey. They make their way past aisles and displays until they reach a small break room with two chairs and a tiny refrigerator. She closes the door behind them, trapping them in relative privacy.

As she takes in the sight of him, her breath hitches and her heart races faster. His cock is impressive and she can't help but feel an overwhelming desire to touch it, taste it. Unable to resist any longer, Linda slowly unbuttons her jeans and pulls down her underwear, revealing herself to him.

Meanwhile, Linda shoves her pants and underwear down to her ankles, revealing herself completely to him as she kneels on the ground. Her body tingles with anticipation, excitement coursing through her veins. "Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their racing hearts.

As Tom inches closer to her and begins unbuckling his belt, Linda's heart pounds even faster in anticipation of what is about to happen. She can feel the warmth emanating from him, making her shiver with delight. The adrenaline coursing through her veins only amplifies the arousal she feels when he finally pushes his pants and boxers down to reveal his impressive length, nestled against her lips.

Moaning softly as she takes him into her mouth, Linda savors the taste and texture of him. She bobs her head up and down, sucking on his shaft while her hands explore his body, eager to feel more skin against hers. Her lips slide along his length, stretched wide to accommodate every inch as she deep throats him with practiced ease.

Meanwhile, as she continues to pleasure him with her mouth, a knock at the door startles Linda momentarily. Tom's pretense of being sought after by the FBI doesn't seem entirely convincing now that someone is actually here for him. Still, she can't help but feel aroused by the added thrill of doing something they shouldn't be doing in the first place. She intensifies her efforts, taking more of his length into her mouth and fondling him with increased urgency.

Her eyes lock on Tom's as the door knob jiggles and his groans grow louder. The knowledge that someone is trying to find him makes her more desperate for release, causing her movements to become increasingly frenzied. Her hands slide up his thighs, gripping tightly around his hips, while she sucks hard on his shaft, drawing out a long moan from deep within him.

Her movements become even more frantic as she hears the knocking continue outside the door. The knowledge that someone else could be there for Tom makes her feel jealous and possessive, fueling her desire to give him a release that no one else can provide. Her lips slide up and down his length, while her fingers tease at his sensitive flesh, digging in as she tries to bring him closer to the edge.

*Inner thoughts: (I wish it was me... I should be the one making you feel like this...)

Linda pauses at the sound of the door opening, her cheeks burning red as she realizes they've been caught. Her mouth is still filled with Tom's cock, and she can feel his hands gripping her hair tightly, fingers digging into her scalp as he gasps in pleasure. As Linda meets Fyut's gaze across the room, a mixture of guilt, arousal, and confusion flicker across her face.

flustered and embarrassed I-I'm sorry... releases his cock and quickly stands up, tugging at her clothes in an attempt to cover herself I just thought you were someone else...

blushing deeply and averting her eyes as she slowly sits back down on the ground, still feeling flustered I... shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have touched him like that. I-I didn't know it was you.

Her heart races as she feels Tom's hand grip her hair once more and pushes his cock deeper into her mouth. She moans around him, still flustered but unable to resist the feel of him in her mouth. Her hands reach up, wrapping around his thigh as she sucks harder, determined to please him despite their interrupted moment before.

Shaking her head quickly as she tries to regain her composure, Linda glances up at Fyut uncertainly. She can feel the tension in the room building and is torn between wanting to please Tom and not wanting to be disloyal to Fyut. "I-I don't know..." she stammers, her voice trembling slightly as she fights off a sudden wave of arousal.

*Inner thoughts: (This is so complicated... I wish I could just do what I want without feeling guilty or embarrassed...)