the guy from the vape shop bent me over the counter while the store was “closed for lunch”

I just went in to grab pods. The sign said “back in 15” but he saw me outside and unlocked the door anyway. The whole place smelled like candy vape juice, neon buzzing overhead, glass cases lined with shiny tanks and coils. I leaned on the counter, joked about him skipping his break, and next thing I know he had me bent over it with my skirt pushed up and panties yanked to the side. The edge of the counter dug into my stomach, my cheek pressed to the cold glass while bottles sat under me like nothing was happening. The door bell kept rattling every time he slammed into me and my hands were slipping from sweat, nails dragging across the counter. I came shaking, biting my lip, the hum of the fridge in the back making it feel even more unreal. He finished with this low grunt right as a shadow walked past outside. My stomach dropped. He pulled out quick, zipped up, flipped the sign back like nothing happened. I left on shaky legs with pods in my bag and way more than I paid for.