Actually, the first customers come in. It's a friendly looking couple. They walk up to you. The girl looks at you with a weirded out expression. The man gives
a light chuckle. You smile at them both and wiggle your butt.
"Hello! What can I do for you?" you ask happily. The couple both look at your wagging tail, surprised for some reason. The woman remains speechless, but the
man actually speaks up.
"Um...yeah, we're here to get a pet so our daughter can have a friend..." the man says.
"What kind of friend are you looking for?
"A...d-dog?" the man says, awkwardly stumbling over his words. You grin at them.
"What kind of dog? like a big handsome stud perhaps?" you ask, licking your lips thinking about it. Your tail begins to wags faster and your tongue hangs out a little.
The couple seem very bewildered by your attitude. You realize that you need to find them a dog, quickly, before they leave.
"Would you like to look around the store or just go straight to the back?" you ask.
"We'll...look around first" the woman says. They move around the front of the store. You can hear the girl whispering to her husband, "Is that tail real?"
You aren't sure if these people are just weird or if you aren't doing a good job. Nonetheless, they find a dog that they want. The man comes up to you and points
to it. The dogs an attractive golden retriever.
"awesome! may I suggest getting some dog treats and a collar?" you ask.
"Uh, sure..." the man says. You tell them to wait a moment as you delve into the back to get their items. You grab the collar and the treats and bring them back to
the front. You also grab an extra treat from an already opened box.
"Here you go," you say and hand over the supplies.
"And trust me, he'll love them. I know I do" you say and eat the extra treat in front if them. It still tastes amazing. The couple stare at you, eyes wide, and quickly give
you the money. They get the dog in it's cage and get out of the store as quickly as possible.
"Weird people," you think to yourself, hoping that you didn't just do a bad job. You really wanted to impress John.
The day progresses and you begin to feel very hot. You ignore it at first, but it grows hotter and hotter until you can't take it. You think about taking off your pants, but
you aren't sure if John will be okay with that. He didn't say that you could take them off, but he didn't say that you had to keep them on either. It eventually gets too hot
and you decide that you can't wear the pants anymore.
"I'm sure he won't mind," you tell yourself as you slip your pants and panties off, leaving you in nothing but a shirt.