The Gaze

“Good Morning, how can I help you sir?” Kathy plastered on her brightest smile, but her stomach clenched as the next customer’s eyes raked over her. It was that familiar, predatory stare, the one that made her skin crawl and her nipples harden.

“It’s you isn’t it?” He said finally. His eyes weren’t just on her face now, he was looking lower. His fat face glistened with sweat, his piggy eyes practically undressing her. “You’re that girl.”

Kathy flinched at how loud his voice was but forced the smile to stay. “What sort of coffee would you like, sir?” She tried again, voice unnaturally neutral. “Or perhaps one of our chocolate chip cookies?”

“How much for your tits?” The man laughed loudly at his own joke. “It’s her,” he said, glancing at the customers in the queue behind him. “She’s that girl who flashed her tits on TV!”

Kathy resisted the urge to run away. The smile was gone now, her eyes wide, face burning hot with embarrassment. The worst of it was, she couldn’t even deny it. She was, or had been, the stupid, drunk blonde college girl who had flashed her tits on TV at the festival. She hadn’t realized it was live. Millions of people were watching. And now, her image was everywhere online, impossible to erase.

“Go on!” The man said. “Show me your tits. Give ‘em a shake!”

A ripple of attention spread through the queue. Some faces were tight with disapproval, others openly leered at her, their eyes glued to her chest. They’d all seen it, she knew. All the customers, the other staff here at the store. She’d even caught her last boyfriend jerking off to it.