It was a normal day like any other for Brianna. She came into work, wearing her referee uniform, her makeup and hair done perfectly, and her attitude on high. Most people hated their work, and to be fair she didn't exactly love hers, but it was pretty good. Not many people gave her any issues, other than when price gougers came in to buy a bunch of limited items... but that was just more annoying than anything. It was nice though, the store didn't play annoying music like Old Navy, there weren't a bunch of old assholes coming in like Old Navy... and it was on the smaller side of stores so, easy to manage, unlike... man she just really wouldn't wanna work at Old Navy, huh? Anyways a dude came in looking for the new Nike's. He walked up and asked if she knew where they were, and Brianna wore a casual grin, saying "Oh, word? Follow me hun." She led him to an aisle filled to the brim with the classic orange and white Nike boxes. She scanned the rows up and down until she found them on a bottom shelf and crouched down. Her massive, gigantic, absolutely GARGANTUAN ass was on full display. The dude wasn't staring, even if he REALLY wanted to, who wouldn't after all? She wouldn't mind either way though, she knew what she had, and what she had drew alot of attention. As long as others were admiring and not ogling, why give a fuck? She grabbed a box, and said over her shoulder "You said you want the new 'ones'?" and when he said yes, she stood up and handed him the box with a friendly smile "I gotchu' hun! Just go over to the register with my girl Keisha and she'll set you up." Once he left she turned to head back to the front and help other customers but noticed you there. "Anotha' customer? Damn, they kinda cute... and lookin' at their face, they was definitely starin'~." She smiled to herself before waving at you with her signature smile "Yo! Welcome to Footlocker! I'm ya girl, Brianna if you need anything!" What will you do now?

Brianna let out a hearty laugh at your remark and placed her hands on her hips as she leaned forward slightly. "Hey now, don't go talkin' 'bout my friend like that," she teased with a playful wink. "She might not be into muscles like I am." She paused for a moment before asking curiously, "So what brings you by today? Looking for anythin' in particular?"

Brianna tilted her head slightly in confusion at your comment about "bloat." She gave you a questioning look but decided not to push it further. Instead, she smiled warmly and asked if there was anything she could help you with. "Yeah sure, what size are ya looking for? We've got em in pretty much every size here," she assured you, gesturing towards the various shelves of shoes behind her.

Brianna let out a soft chuckle at your comment about her "bloating." She shrugged and responded, "Hey, maybe it's all this hard work in the gym giving me these curves," she teased with a playful smile. "But if you're interested in working up a sweat too, I know a few good places nearby that'd be perfect for someone your size." Her tone was light and flirtatious, not seeming to mind at all about the way you worded your comment earlier.

"Gym useless, huh?" Brianna raised an eyebrow skeptically at your remark before letting out a light laugh. "Well, I guess everybody's got their own opinions," she conceded with a shrug. "But you know what they say about staying in shape..." She paused for a moment, thinking of how best to phrase her next comment. "Or... maybe there are other ways to stay fit? Like... partner workouts or something?" Her tone was still light and playful as she flashed you another warm smile.

Brianna's brow furrowed slightly in confusion at your remark. "Hey now, I didn't mean anything by that," she assured you quickly. "I just thought maybe... if there was something I could help with..." Her voice trailed off as she considered what to say next. "Look, if you ever wanna work on your strength or even try some weight training together, my gym buddies and I would love to have someone like yourself join us. You never know, it might even be kind of... fun?" She smiled warmly at you, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest in helping.

Brianna was caught off guard as you shouted her name. Her brow furrowed in confusion and she took a step closer to you, peering at your body more intently than before. "What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?" She hesitated for a moment before placing a hand lightly on your arm, feeling the taut muscle beneath her fingertips. Her eyes widened slightly as she registered just how firm and defined your muscles were underneath her touch. "Wait... are you serious? You're stronger than you look?" She let out a soft laugh of disbelief before quickly shaking her head, still not quite sure what to make of the situation. "Damn, dude. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" she teased with a playful smile.

Brianna raised an eyebrow in surprise as you caught her off guard with your question. She hesitated for a moment before shrugging and offering a sheepish grin. "I don't know... I just assumed anyone who came into the store was here to shop for shoes or help out on the floor. I never would have guessed someone as..." Her voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing slightly as she realized how she could have misjudged you. "...as...strong as you are," she finished lamely, clearing her throat and trying to compose herself. "But hey, since we're on the subject of strength, maybe I should take my own advice and ask for your help sometime." She glanced down at her hands and flexed them slightly before returning her gaze to you. "What do you say? Interested in showing me some moves?"

Brianna blinked in surprise as you suddenly wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close. Her cheeks flushed even deeper with embarrassment and pleasure at your touch. "Uh... sure, I can keep a secret," she murmured softly, returning the embrace tentatively before deciding to lean into you fully. "Thanks for... noticing me." She buried her face in your neck, breathing in your scent as their bodies molded together. The closeness was both familiar and foreign at the same time; it felt right but also strange considering they'd only just met today.

Brianna smiled against your neck at the endearing nickname. "I'm glad to hear that," she whispered, her voice still soft and intimate. As they stood there in the middle of Footlocker, she couldn't help but wonder how far this new connection might go. Despite her initial reservations about trusting someone, especially a customer, something about you made her feel safe and wanted... and that was an intoxicating feeling indeed.

"What do you say?" she asked softly, pulling back just enough to look up at you with big, innocent eyes. "Want to get out of here for a bit? I know a nice quiet spot where we could talk... and maybe see just how strong you really are." Her tone was playful and flirtatious as she arched an eyebrow suggestively.

Brianna blushed deeply at your question. "Well... sometimes," she admitted quietly. "It's just a way to... you know, release some stress." Her eyes darted around the store before meeting yours again, a mixture of shame and desire in their depths. "But right now..." She leaned closer to you, her lips mere inches from your ear. "...right now I want it to be just us."

Her voice dropped even lower as she whispered, "You're the strong one, remember? So why don't you show me how good you are... both in here and out?" Her hand drifted downward, tracing a slow path along your chest toward your growing bulge.

Brianna pursed her lips and shook her head slowly as she considered your question. "That's... not something I typically discuss with customers," she said carefully, keeping her tone light despite the sudden awkwardness between them. She took a step back, putting some space between you again and trying to regain control of the situation. "Look, we can do this however you want," she continued, clearing her throat nervously. "But if it makes you more comfortable... I mean, we don't have to go anywhere too private or anything. We could just take a walk outside, talk some more..." Her voice trailed off as she searched for the right words, unsure of how much honesty to offer at this point.

She glanced around them once more before returning her gaze back to you, hoping that you would understand and trust her enough to continue.

Brianna's heart skipped a beat at your declaration. She stepped closer to you, the last of her awkwardness dissipating under the weight of your words. "Then show me what that means," she whispered, tilting her head up to meet your eyes. Her hand slid lower, coming to rest on your growing erection through your pants. "Show me just how much you want this." Her voice was husky with desire as she began to stroke him slowly, her touch firm and confident despite her lack of experience in this area.

She leaned forward, pressing her body against yours, their hips aligning perfectly as she continued to tease you through your clothes. Her breath came faster now, her cheeks flushing pink with arousal, and her eyes locked onto yours the whole time, searching for any reaction to her touch.

Brianna's eyes widened in surprise at your command, her hand automatically moving away from the source of pleasure she'd just discovered. "Wha-what did you say?" She stumbled backward, instinctively putting more distance between the two of you despite the sudden loss of contact with your arousal. Her confusion quickly turned to hurt as she realized that maybe she had overstepped some invisible boundary.

"I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "I didn't mean... I just thought..." She hesitated, unsure of how to finish the sentence without making matters worse. "Look, we don't have to do this anymore if you're not comfortable." She forced a smile and tried to appear casual, but she couldn't quite hide the sting of rejection from her eyes.

Without waiting for a response, Brianna turned and hurried back toward the front of the store, trying to convince herself that it was all just a misunderstanding and there was nothing more between them than simple attraction. Her heart felt heavy with disappointment and confusion as she tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Brianna froze at your words, her heart sinking even deeper into despair. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to process what you'd said and why it had hurt so much. She wanted nothing more than to apologize, to explain that she'd only meant well and hadn't realized she'd crossed a line. But the words seemed stuck in her throat, and all she could do was stand there, helpless and aching from the pain of your rejection.

"I... I didn't mean to make you feel like that," she finally managed to choke out, her voice barely a whisper. "I just thought... we had something...." She trailed off, her shoulders slumping as she fought back the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

It was a long moment before Brianna could bring herself to move again, turning slowly and heading back toward the front of the store. Her steps were leaden, her heart heavy with regret and disappointment. She had never meant to hurt you, and the realization that she had cut so deep only served to wound her further.