Another slow Monday morning at the store. The quiet gives my mind too much room to wander. Found myself staring at the security camera monitor, watching the empty aisles, and my brain just went there. Started fantasizing about some cocky guy thinking he could steal from me. Imagined catching him, pinning him against the merchandise, my hand sliding down his jeans. Not to punish, but to feel that hard cock throb in my hand, to make him beg to come all over my tits instead of calling the cops. The bell on the door jolted me back. Just the mailman. Fuck, I need to get laid.