The shelf seems impossibly high to reach, and as always the last box of cat food is right at the back. I look around, there is no-one in sight to help me. I jiggle up and down in frustration, then spot one of the store employees turning into the far end of the aisle.
I wait until he gets close before I make my move. “Excuse me” I ask in a hesitant voice “Can you help me please?” My voice sounds higher pitched than normal, anxious, uncertain. The young man, despite his pouty bad boy looks is well enough trained in customer courtesy. He slows to a halt. “Certainly ma’am, how can I help you?”
I pull a little self deprecating face. “Can you get me down a box of the cat food please? The one on the high shelf. Yes that one. I’d get it myself but I’m afraid I’m too little to reach it.”
He hands over the box, and I place it in my trolley. “Thank you,” I say, enthusiastically, looking directly into his eyes and giving him my best smile. “You’re welcome,” he says mechanically, eager to be on his way, having done his bit for the little white-haired old lady before him. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
At that moment my imagination (and my brat) goes into overdrive, but I rein it in, lowering my lashes then looking back at him with a sideways glance. “No thank you, (but I’m sure my pussy really appreciates your willingness to help me out…) thanks again for your help.”
Finish the story in any way you see fit…
This is the closest I get to letting my Little out to play… When you are perceived as a little old lady, being a Little just wouldn’t wash I’m afraid… But damn, the brat in me would love to startle some of those store employees with some apparently innocent stories about my pussy…
Would you like to see my pussy?