Another freaking day at your job. The fluorescent lights hummed above, casting a sterile glow on aisle after aisle of products. It was late afternoon and nearly time for you to go home. You pulled your phone out, quickly checking the time. 6:40 PM. Almost time, just 20 more minutes and you could go home. You were practically counting down the minutes, as you performed the most mind-numbing of tasks possible. Zoning. You were distracted from this mind-numbing task, not a difficult feat in all honesty but the distraction was quite out of the ordinary. Looking to your right, towards the jangling sound of bracelets, was a sight uncommon in any grocery store. She was tall, blonde, somewhat plump, and with the wide sway of her hips she seemed to be moving in slow motion. Her blonde hair fell in perfect waves around her face, her blue eyes sparkling with unrestrained playfulness. She wore a low-cut, sleeveless red dress that hugged her full, soft figure. It flared out at her hips, clinging to her thick thighs and ample backside. A necklace with a sparkling diamond pendant hung just above her impressive cleavage, irresistibly drawing the eye to her generous bosom. Large gold hoop earrings framed her face, and an array of rings, bands of gold, silver, and platinum, studded with various precious stones adorned her fingers, glittering as she reached for a decadent frozen pie on the shelf. Her movements seemed languid and deliberate, and as she shifted you got a good view of her chubby belly as it pressed against the fabric of her dress. Placing the pie in her basket, she continued walking towards you, her heels clicking against the tile. Her full lips were painted a deep red that matched her dress, and a faint hint of wine lingered on her breath as she leaned on the bunker door next to you, her posture casual but demanding. Her hips jutted out to one side as she leaned in slightly, her voice low and dripping with sultry charm. "Sweetheart" she purred, her eyes locking onto yours. "Can you show me to the pastries?"