Brian Glinnister was not the most conscientious worker in the world. His job at the gas station was boring. Press the button to reset the pump, ring up the sale take the money, put it in the till...  The best part of the job was flirting with the pretty ladies that came to buy gas. He'd seen the three girls on the two bikes, seen how they flirted with each other and had filed the information with a smirk. Dykes on Bikes! That's what he'd labelled them.<br/><br/>Brian got a kick out of labelling the customers. Granny-hos, were his least favourite - the older women who thought they were sixteen still. His favourites were the NBKs. Never Been Kissed. There were two in the store that afternoon, giggling and trying to shop-lift candy. He sighed and called out "Are you going to pay for that, if not, put it back!"<br/><br/>"Put what back?" the older of the two asked, strutting over.<br/><br/>Brian was nineteen, geeky, thin with a tousled mop of ginger hair and freckles down to his nipples, and not a scrap of hair anywhere els on him except for an untidy ginger bush just above his crotch. He wasn't particularly attractive and new it. "Look," he sighed, "I honestly wouldn't give a fuck, except the boss does an inventory at the end of my shift and takes it out of my pay. Don't make me call the cops". He shrugged. "Make it worth my while and I'll let you off." He smiled hopefully.<br/><br/>It never failed. The older girl pulled a face, said "Ewww" and put the two candy bars in her pocket on the counter. The younger one followed suit. Brian shrugged as they walked out. It was always worth a try. He picked up one of the candies and unwrapped it, fishing some coins from his pocket and dumping them in the till. He would return the others to their display later.<br/><br/>Just then, he heard a racket from outside. It sounded as though someone on a motorbike had almost run down the two teenagers, and there was a lot of shouting going on. He looked up as the door chimed and three women entered. He raised an eyebrow. They looked familiar, similar two the three babes on the two bikes. Same build, same number, two white and one black, but with wigs and head scarves and dark glasses...?<br/><br/>They were trying to disguise their appearance for some reason. Suspicious, he locked the till and removed the key, then bolted the access panel that led from the shop to behind the counter. He needed to keep an eye on these three.