I KNOW The theme is technically Carry Me but I'm changing it to Help Me!
Because this was bugging me for months and its as good a time as ever to post the clusterfuck that is this prompt!
Asami tapped her fingers impatiently against the edge of her desk. Huffing out as the clock besides her continued tick by...
And tick.
And tick.
And tick.
Her night literally could not get any more boring.
First Opal had called her last minute and begged her to take the late shift due to some family emergency. Claiming she needed a friend's help because every other fucking employee was busy tonight.
Yeah right.
And of course, her stupid conscious had made it impossible to say no to the almost hysterical teen.
Damn heart...
Leaning back to rest her arms behind her head, Asami pushed her rolling chair back and moved her heels up to the top of her desk.
Wasn't being the future CEO to one of the world's top franchises suppose to be more focused on actual business? Like investments, meetings, and all that jazz?
She should be in the midst of being properly groomed to rule an entire industry! Not working from the gritty street corners of the city, bored out of her mind on a Sunday night!
Then again her dad technically HAD already had taught her everything about running a proper business from higher up.
And true it may probably be a good thing to know what needs to be improved from lower on the food chain.
Not that she didn't respect the people below her, far from it! Asami knew without them there wouldn't even be a company to run. But that didn't mean she had to like doing what they did.
Having to assist rude to creepy people for long hours while making minimum wage?
Easy.
Restocking their inventory and managing the register income and outcome?
Fine.
It wasn't like she couldn't handle the work, but IT IS SO BORING.
How do they all not blow their brains out EVERYDAY?!
Checking her phone once again for the fifth time in the past 10 minutes, Asami made a mental note to request that store hours be shortened next time her father asked for a report.
Because really? Who remains open this late when NO ONE WOULD EVER COME IN.
Pause. That wasn't entirely true.
Just a half hour ago, an old man had come in...and proceeded talk her ear off about the history of cabbage while wandering the aisles...
Christ she was gonna kill Opal.
The chiming of the front door stilled the pale woman's musing. Raising a single eyebrow, Asami looked down at her phone.
Who the hell would visit a store like this at 2 am?
Sighing as she tightened the chocker around the tall expanse of her neck, the black haired woman stood and cracked her back.
Gazing pensively at her reflection in the dark window glass, the Sayo woman smirked.
She had to admit, the black stockings and mini skirt combined with the corset styled uniforms really did do wonders for her figure.
Flashing her usual business appropriate smile, Asami moved to exit her office.
Showtime.
Looking out past the low level shelves aligned with dozens of colorful items and racks of choice clothing, the pale woman finally spotted her customer.
Or at least the back of her head.
It was definitely a girl, who looked rather short, but appeared to be toned nicely.
Well at least she assumed as much considering the girl's hoodie was rather big and gave little to no hint otherwise, but the skinny jeans hugging her ass generously. Giving the Sato a pretty good guess.
There was also the neat little observation that her brunette hair was down in loose waves and made her look rather pretty.
Okay so she couldn't see her face technically, but Asami already had a REALLY good feeling about this one.
The clicking of her heels was drowned out from the blast of metal like music playing through out the store.
Before long, the two were merely a few feet away.
"Hello welcome to RepublicXXX. My name is Asami, can I help you?"
Turning around with wide startled eyes, the taller woman had to bite her lip to keep from smiling.
"H-hi!"
This was already too easy and she hadn't even begun.
"Oh! I'm Korra. I'm okay sorry...just ya know! Um looking around."
Throwing away her morals of keeping things professional, Asami allowed a predatory gleam to burn in her eyes. She was right, this girl WAS extremely pretty.
Pretty, and lost.
Leaning out to one side, the future CEO placed her hands on her hips.
"Are you sure? You look kinda unsure sweetheart. Why don't you tell me what you need?"
Asami always enjoyed toying around with her more innocent costumers, but this poor kid was a whole new level.
The loose hair, the thick glasses, the nervous body language. It was like any newbie when they first step into a sex shop for the first time only 30x more adorable.
Raising one of her tan hands up to play with the ends of her hair, Korra gazed downwards.
"...frie...some...help..."
"Say again honey? Don't be so nervous, I don't bite. Much."
Watching in delight as heat ignited the tan girl's face, Asami allowed a larger smirk to grace her features.
She was enjoying this girl far too much.
"I-I have a friend who...never had sex before a-and wanted to get...something to help out..."
Now the Sato woman was hooked.
Cute, in shape, pure, and probably easily submissive? No way in hell this one was getting away.
Tapping her chin thoughtfully, the engineer brought a single hand over play with the other girl's hair. Loving the slight shudder she saw run through her small body.
"Hmmm. Sounds like your friend is getting really frustrated huh?"
Making sure to step even closer to the other, the older woman got right into Korra's space. Enjoying the way the younger began to back up until her body accidentally met the shelf behind her.
"W-well I-I guess."
"You guess? Doesn't sound like you're so sure what your friend needs at all. Maybe you should let me help."
The pale girl brought her hand back, aiming to place it on Korra's face, only to turn it and grab one of the 'items' directly behind them both.
"This is one of our latest shipments. Its durable and has a warranty of over 3 years to use. Comes with cleaners and I'll even throw in a bottle of lube. Any brand you want."
Korra looked shell shocked, still in a daze from how close Asami had been a second ago.
The manager laughed silently and lowered her eye lids slightly.
"You okay sweetie? You look a little confused..."
The tan girl shook out of her stutter and dropped her gaze to the floor again. Turning her shoes inward as her face continued to turn crimson.
"I'm fine!"
Voice cracking substantially, Asami moved to cover her mouth to keep from down right laughing.
This girl was so much more and now the taller woman wanted to know everything. Every cute or embarrassing thing about her.
Voice cracks included.
She didn't bring it up though, not wanting to embarrass the poor kid even more so then she already had.
Turning on a heel, Asami made sure to give her new little friend a show.
"I'm glad. Now how about you follow me over here and I'll show you which bottles do the best job for alone time."
"A-aren't they all the same."
"A lot of people think so, but you want one that will make it feels like the real thing."
Making sure to wait for the tan girl to catch up, Asami brush her fingers against Korra's arm and lightly pulled the younger girl by the hand. Very much liking how warm the other's touch made her heart feel.
"O-okay..."
The two continued like this for the next half hour, and before long Korra had eased up. Talking to the other like they had known each other for years instead of minutes.
And to be honest, the taller woman found herself falling even more so from getting to know the flustered little firecracker.
Personality was added to the list of reasons to know her better
"Okay Korra, that will be 87 dollars."
Paying quickly, the tan girl looked like she was ready to speak, but lost her words last minute.
"Something you wanna say cutie?"
Biting her lip gently, Korra gazed down at the counter top below her where the change from her payment still laid.
"W-would you maybe wanna, g-go out sometime?"
Asami didn't immediately answer and the younger instantly took that as a no.
Trying to hurriedly move away from the seductive store worker, Korra froze when she felt cool fingers brush across her hand. Turning to see the pale woman had reached over to clasp onto her.
"Listen to me baby girl. The line of business I'm in means I get hit on a lot. And I don't mean that to sound like I'm being conceded, I mean it as a fact."
"I thought you owned the whole place though?"
"Yeah but I own the largest sex shop industry in the world. You think that means people treat me like they would a woman who owns a rosary factory?"
Korra remained silent.
"When people do hit on me it's cause they think I'm easy and that it'll be a quick lay."
The younger looked like she was ready to defend herself and say that was in no way what she meant to say, causing Asami to smile but shush her.
"Let me finish. If you really wanna go out with me, you need to know I plan on taking you on a real date. Not a fuck-and-go but a date-date. Followed by another. And a legit relationship if it goes well. Got it?"
Nodding her head obediently, the tan girl watched as the worker smiled genuinely and quickly scribbled down a few numbers on the back of her receipt.
"In that case. Here is my number. Call me tomorrow and we can go get some coffee, sound good?"
"Good? That sounds awesome! I'll see you then!"
The younger sounded so excited that Asami had to laugh.
Looking out as her newest love interest walked away, the future CEO laughed. The sun had risen and she and Korra had spent the entire nightshift lost in each other.
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