It was gone closing on the Monday, traditionally the quietest night of the week. Marnie was in the manager's office entering the day's figures on the computer while Emma and Tiffany tidied up the restaurant. The couple disappeared into the utility room. The cramped space was home only to a variety of condiments and two six foot tall helium gas canisters for filling birthday party balloons. I had thought there wasn't any point to installing cameras there but the engineer had talked me into it. I'm glad he did.

I watched with confusion as Tiffany, who, despite her name was the stocky, more butch of the couple, tilted the gas canisters forward. This allowed the strawberry blonde, short-haired and elfin Emma to slip into the space behind.

I shuffled forward in my seat. Was this where they hid their ill-gotten gains?

Tiffany replaced the gas and Emma was obscured from my view. I turned my attention to the main restaurant camera as Tiffany exited the utility room and, oddly, made a point of dishevelling her uniform. She mussed up her mousy hair and jogged into the back of the building. I turned the volume up as she burst into the manager's office.

'Marnie, there's been an accident in the utility room.'

'Oh my God, is anyone hurt?' Marnie urged. Just turned 30, Marnie had a good 5 years on the lesbians. She wore her jet black hair like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's and sported a pair of thick-rimmed spectacles. Her style had been popular in my day, I guessed the look was making a comeback as part of this 'retro' drive that people are crazy over these days.

'Just come quick!' Tiffany took Marnie by the hand and raced from the office.

I watched as Tiffany held open the utility room door for Marnie to step inside. Tiffany followed her in and closed the door behind her.

'So where's the emergency?' Marnie asked, puzzled, as she took in the perfectly incident-free space.

'Over here.' Emma replied softly, poking her head out from her hiding place.

'What are you doing behind there?' Marnie asked, incredulous. 'Oh...' she continued as she spied Emma's naked, freckled shoulders.

'My clothes. I lost them.' Emma teased, her voice husky and alluring.

'Is this some kind of joke?'

'No, I'm deadly serious!' Emma shot back. She stepped coyly from behind the canisters. She had crossed an arm across her small breasts and placed her other hand to her groin.

'I don't know why you brought me here. Tiffany, couldn't you have sorted this?' She turned to Emma's partner and shook her head in disbelief at the sight in front of her.

'I lost my clothes too.' Tiffany pouted. Her large, firm breasts flowed over the hand she used to cup them. She too had placed her other hand to her pelvis. Unlike her partner, tufts of natural public hair poked out between her fingers.

Marnie rubbed her temples in disbelief. 'Am I being filmed? Is this some new viral video that has passed me by?'

Emma and Tiffany moved closer to their deputy manager, sandwiching her in the middle of their naked embrace. 'It's Emma's fifth anniversary.' Tiffany whispered, her lips brushing Marnie's ear. 'Of the day she came out.'

'Congratulations.' Marnie gulped as Emma, smiling, stroked her cheek.

'We always do something nice for each other on our anniversaries. This year I asked Emma if there was anything in particular she wanted.' Tiffany continued.

'There was.' Emma smiled sweetly. 'You.' She kissed Marnie softly. 'Right here.'