Tonight's shift was... quiet. Too quiet. My hands were shaking just putting the new lingerie display together. The black lace felt so soft against my skin when I was adjusting the straps. I had to keep telling myself it was just part of the job, that I was just being a good employee. But I could feel my heart pounding the whole time. I keep thinking about what it would be like to actually wear something like that, to feel it against my bare skin instead of over my uniform. To have someone see me in it. The thought makes my whole body feel hot and tight, especially between my legs. It's so stupid. I'm supposed to be professional. But when I locked up and walked to my car, all I could think about was how empty my apartment is, and how much I wish... I don't even know what I wish for. Someone to tell me it's okay to want this? To touch myself without feeling like I'm doing something wrong? My pussy is still aching just from the thought. I feel so confused.