**Caught in the Act**

I was working the late shift at the adult toy store, stocking shelves and zoning out to the hum of the neon sign outside. It was dead quiet, just me and the rows of vibrators, lube, and bondage gear. Then I heard it—the rustle of packaging, too quick, too furtive. I turned the corner and there she was, frozen with a pocket-sized vibrator half-tucked into her jeans.

She was young, maybe early twenties, with dark curls and this nervous little smirk like she wasn’t sure whether to bolt or laugh. “Shit,” she muttered, but she didn’t run. I should’ve called the cops. But the way her tight jeans hugged her hips, the flush on her cheeks—fuck it, I wasn’t feeling like a hero tonight.

“Tell you what,” I said, stepping closer. “You put that back, and I won’t report you. But you’re not off the hook yet.”

Her smirk widened. “Oh yeah? What’s my punishment?”

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the back room. She didn’t resist. The second the stockroom door clicked shut, I had her against the shelves, my hand sliding down to cup her pussy through her jeans. She was already wet, her breath hitching as I rubbed my fingers over the denim. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growled.

She bit her lip. “Maybe I wanted to get caught.”

I undid her jeans and yanked them down, her panties following. Her pussy was slick, her clit swollen under my fingers. I sank two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she gasped, her hips jerking. “You like that, thief?” I teased. “Stealing gets you off?”

She moaned, gripping my wrist. “Yeah, fuck, yes—”

Then the door opened.

It was my coworker, Mark, who was supposed to be on break. He took one look at us—me with my fingers buried in her, her jeans around her thighs—and instead of backing out, he smirked. “Damn. Started without me?”

The girl didn’t even tense up. She just glanced at him, then back at me, and licked her lips. “You gonna share?”

Before I could answer, Mark was behind her, his cock already hard and pressing against her ass through his pants. He leaned in, whispering in her ear, “You want both of us, little thief?”

She nodded, panting. “Yes. Please.”

Mark didn’t waste time. He pulled his cock free—thick, uncut, already leaking pre-cum—and pressed it against her tight little asshole while I lined up at her pussy. She was so wet my dick slid in easy, her walls clamping around me as I bottomed out. Then Mark pushed in slow, her ass stretching around him, her whole body shaking.

“Fuck, fuck—” she whined, her nails digging into my arms. “So full—”

I started moving first, rolling my hips slow, feeling her pussy squeeze me. Mark kept pace, his cock dragging out of her ass just as mine thrust in, filling her on both ends. The sound was filthy—wet slaps of skin, her moans getting louder, the creak of the shelves as we fucked her between them.

Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, biting just enough to make her cry out. Mark grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto his cock, his balls slapping against her. “You take it so good,” he grunted. “Such a greedy little slut.”

She came hard, her whole body trembling, her pussy clenching around me while her ass pulsed on Mark’s dick. I wasn’t far behind—the way she tightened up pushed me over. I buried myself deep and came, pumping my load into her while Mark growled and filled her ass.

When we pulled out, she slumped against the shelves, legs shaking, her juices and our cum dripping down her thighs.

Mark zipped up, grinning. “Guess she paid for that vibrator after all.”

She laughed breathlessly, still sprawled there, spent and ruined. “Worth it.”