“Well obviously someone had to break the engine’s door open, someone had to saw off the locks!” Danielle ranted.
“Why’s there a blanket here?” Phoebe asked with a head tilt.
“Who cares about the damn blanket?! My mom made me that sweatshirt!” Ember shouted as she slapped the cloth out of her hand.
“At least you’ve got clothes!” Brantley snapped, covering herself up.
“I’ll check the security cams, you go put some clothes on.” Danielle said as she walked off.
“Put what on?!” Ember shouted.
“Relax girls, I was like, gonna give these away today!” Phoebe chirped as she produced a box of clothes.
“You’re a lifesaver, Phoebes!” Brantley smiles.
******* 30 minutes later ***********
‘Lifesaver my actual ass!’ Brantley thought as her butt hung out of the tiny pink shorts.
Phoebe failed to mention that these where her old college clothes from back when she wasn’t as stacked. When her curves were smaller than theirs were currently.
“What kinda slut was she back then?” Ember thought aloud as she tugged at the tiny pink crop-top with “JUICY” emblazoned in pink glittery cursive.
“At leafy you didn’t get a glorified sports bra!” Brantley complained, her tits jiggling in the skintight top.
“Relax, home’s not that far.” Ember said, “Then we can rent that movie you’ve been waiting to see.”
“Babe, you’re amazing.” Brantley smiles as she nuzzled her girlfriend.
The formerly single firefighters had been dating for over a month now, as far as they remembered.
“Hey ladies, looking fine!” A guy boisterously yelled as he grabbed their asses. They jumped so hard that Brantley’s breasts popped out, her tender nips out for all to see.
“Wow, aren’t you ready to go!” He chuckled as Brantley covered her chest in embarrassment.
“Fuck off, creep!” Ember yelled as she clawed him across the face.
“There’s a shop over there.” Ember pointed.
“Finally!” Brantley sighed.
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The fire fighters strolled in and skimmed the racks.
“Lemme see here... there we go.” Brantley smiled as she pulled out an earthy colored tank top. She tossed it in her basket with some simple grey slacks. “Find anything Ember?”
“Yeah.” Ember smiled as she strutted up with a black tee that read:
“Touch my girl? Catch these hands!”
“Isn’t that a men’s shirt?” A passing woman asked.
“I don’t recall asking you a damn thing!” Ember yelled.
“Baby, please don’t cause a scene.” Brantley pleaded.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t know!” The woman said.
“Oh you’ll know now!” Ember yelled as she clawed her face.
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They got the clothes fifty-percent off, and walked out.
“Unbelievable!” The woman groaned, “She assaulted me and just walks off like nothing happened!”
“The bitch got you too?” The man that harassed the redheaded lesbians earlier.
“Yes, actually.” She groaned, “I don’t feel so good.”
“Me either.” He added as they doubled over, their bodies burning up.