Psiberzerker
09-17-2019, 11:59 AM
I took the drawer, and the printouts into my office, but glanced up to see what Grace was hinting at. She's 21, and working her first job. High School dropout, but she got her G.E.D. Then, her parents kicked her out, and she had to make rent, but she's a bit of a freak.
Whatever you want to call it, she says Sex Addict, and she's cleaned up. Gotten off off drugs, finally realized it's not a great substitute, but she's not just an exhibitionist. She likes to play games, and should I be having an affair with an employee? No, but let me just point out that she started out her shift getting out a butt-plug, and buttering it up, right in front of the camera.
Then, she looked around the parking lot before she dropped her panties under her dress, and smock. Set it on the stool behind her, and got out her phone to sit down on it. So, I tried to put that out of my head, and concentrate on the numbers. The levels dipped out of the tanks, the gas print-outs, master receipt, inventory... I have to get that done, before I can go out, and roll on a rubber to nail that lose young horny asshole, then go home, and pass out next to my wife.
So, she can get up, and get the kids out to school while I sleep in, but damn it, I'm not made of stone. As rock hard as I might be in my pants, I just have to take care of Business first. "Huh?"
Then, the light flashed on the speaker phone, so I looked up at the monitor screen. Hit speaker, and listened to her talk to Steven, leaned over the counter. "Couldn't sleep?" Right next to the mike, so they didn't have to speak up. "Uhn!" A little grunt.
"Well, it's my night off, but at least I can go out. I know how boring it is, until the morning rush starts to come in, so I was thinking. Maybe you can come in on your night off, and keep me company?"
"Huh, yeah. I'd like that." Okay, I can't say now she's shtuppen' her co-workers, at work. Why do you think I schedule her to work nights? Especially between the bar rush, and morning traffic, there's a couple hours in here where nobody comes in. Except Steve, on his night off, or Grace to see him, when it's his shift.
"What're you looking at?"
"Oh, huh! You know that Shoplyfter site?" He leaned over, while she turned it around on the counter. Her other hand under her, I can't see anything but her skirt up, draped over it, but she's at the edge of her seat. "Uh, huh!" Masturbating at work, but if anyone else comes in, she can drop it, and just act natural. Maybe flirt with whoever he is, she's not bisexual. At least so she says, she's a DICKted. She's honestly got all kinds of ways to say the same thing, but I hit the Speaker, and put my hand up by my face. So, I can't even see the monitor through the corner of my eye, but I have to check my work.
"No Idea they had girl cop, guy scenes in there."
I have to cut off the intercom to focus. The numbers, I can basically copy and paste, barely even thinking about it, like I have for the last 8 years, managing gas stations, and convenience stores. I just have to check my work.
[$28,547.19]
[$29,547.19]
Round out the 9 to an 8, and double check it again... Initial it, in ink.
She's not going to take him off to the restrooms, or the stock room until I come out, and take over the register for a quicky. Then I can break off a peace of that ass for myself, go home, and get some sleep, before the kids wake up. I love my wife, but you got to understand, what kind of sexual pressure I deal with at work, I don't always have time to get some as much as I'd like at home between 2 schedules, the kids being home, and god damn it Maude just isn't as adventuruos as Grace is. She's not a freak, and I'm not going to even ask her if she wants to try something this kinky. Or gangbangs, or. Well, pretty much everything, that's what Grace is into. Pretty much anything she can think of to do with men, and she's real creative.
Finally, I lock everything up in the safe, with the speaker back on, but they're not saying anything. There's a customer, and Steve is leaning back to watch him over by the coolers.
'huh,' she pulled back the microphone on it's spiral metal stalk. 'boss, you listening?' I have no way to answer, but I look up in the other corner to see the guy reach through the cooler. Way back, and counting doors, I realize it's the last cooler right next to the beer, and malt beverage case.
He's got a ballcap on, sideways, and he looks back to make sure the 2 at the counter are looking away. Pretending to talk to each other, then the glass door thumps shut, loud enough to hear it through the mic, and the speaker phone's Intercom. Looks like a Gangster, he's white, but he's wearing baggy pants, he needs a belt, and he dropped his oversized teeshirt over them. I'm just guessing it was a 24 oz can he pocketed, holding up a square plastic bottle of Orange flavored juice beverage. "This got vitamin C?" Pretending to read the label to play it off.
"That be all?" She rang it up.
"Yeah, uh. Let me get a pack of Newport lights, 100s. Soft pack."
"All we got is box."
"Then box." He keeps looking over at Steve, right by the door, then back at the hallway to the back door. The rest-rooms, cooler, and office.
"Let me check your ID. I know you're 18, but I have to. it's the law." She snapped her fingers, and he did that back, and forth again. Let's see, Steve right by the door, it swings in, and the back hall is empty right now.
He just grabs his pants in 1 hand, and runs. "Huh!" I grab the door handle, and turn it, but listen for his foot steps. Pretty sure i locked it, I know the alarm is on, and I brace myself for it, but we keep it locked after dark, and only unlock it as a fire-exit when it's busy enough to worry about it.
THUMP! I throw my door open, and grab him, but he lost his grip, and bent over to catch his pants, wighed down by the 24oz cans. In both pockets.
"Dumbass." I pushed him back, and he lost his grip. On his belt, but he buckled it too loose, to get that droopy drawers look, and then something brushed my leg. "Turn around, faggot. You get a boner looking at her, or getting caught, shoplifting?"
Now wait, just a damned minute. "Uh, I'm sorry."
"Shut up." I shake my head, but there's coincidence, and then there's the way Grace thinks. She improvises too, she's not going to write out a whole script, but come on.
She showed me that Shoplyfter site too, or I looked over her shoulder curiously to see what porn she brought with her tonight.
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DfnAYLMWkAA9QY6.jpg
In her blue collar shirt, and tight black miniskirt, underneath the smock. Before I took everything back to take care of the paperwork, and she knows Exactly how long it takes me to rush through it, while she teases me on camera. Then, she showed Steve, and then this. Kid showed up.
Slapping the hat off by the brim, his hair falls out. Tucked up under it, it's metalhead hair, shaved on the sides, but long. Not like Kid Rock cracker rapper, he's not even a wannabe gangbanger, he dressed up for this scene.
"Crapper. Cracka rapper wannabe gangsta? Boosting gas stations for a couple cans of Joose? Looks like we got ourselves a master criminal up in here, what's this?" I felt it, around his hip, and pushed it out of my way with my knuckles. "A little deuce-deuce, douche? Couldn't get a real gun, so you want to see what a real dick looks like, kid?"
Skinny little white boy, he shaked his head, breathing hard through his nose, but don't say nothing. He's 18, got to be. She knew I was watching, and she's got his ID. It's all on camera, but the last thing I'm going to do is call the cops. She knows damn well how much I hate kids these days, dressing up, and trying to act black, when it's the worst racist stereotype they front.
"Don't touch me, faggot!"
"Here," Grace held up a zip tie, looped over, and another one sticking straight out. "Use these."
Then, I saw his bracelets. Punk rock bracelets, with 2 snaps, and rows of pyramid spikes, so he could be hand cuffed, or zip-tied, without hurting his wrists. She took off her smock, so I could see the plastic badge, with the shiny metal worn off, but she didn't have to confirm it.
This was her scene, and I played right into it. "Okay, get in there." She held the door to the stock room. "Down, on your knees." Knee pads underneath the loose baggy pants. "Hands on your head, you know the drill."
"Devon Farley," She read off his ID card, like a Miranda card. "You're under arrest, for shoplifting. You have the right to remain silent. Understand?" He nodded, but I got one hand pulled out so I could slip the tie wrap around the cuff. Hold it between the studs, and pinch the end with my thumb in my fingers.
Zzzzzzip!
"Anything you say will be used against you. You understand?"
She handed me the tie wrap, but I looked out the door, and down the hall. Steve just put the smock on, and went around the counter to watch the empty till. So, I kicked the door shut, and took the other tie-wrap to slip behind the one I already done up.
So, bondage it is.
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Whatever you want to call it, she says Sex Addict, and she's cleaned up. Gotten off off drugs, finally realized it's not a great substitute, but she's not just an exhibitionist. She likes to play games, and should I be having an affair with an employee? No, but let me just point out that she started out her shift getting out a butt-plug, and buttering it up, right in front of the camera.
Then, she looked around the parking lot before she dropped her panties under her dress, and smock. Set it on the stool behind her, and got out her phone to sit down on it. So, I tried to put that out of my head, and concentrate on the numbers. The levels dipped out of the tanks, the gas print-outs, master receipt, inventory... I have to get that done, before I can go out, and roll on a rubber to nail that lose young horny asshole, then go home, and pass out next to my wife.
So, she can get up, and get the kids out to school while I sleep in, but damn it, I'm not made of stone. As rock hard as I might be in my pants, I just have to take care of Business first. "Huh?"
Then, the light flashed on the speaker phone, so I looked up at the monitor screen. Hit speaker, and listened to her talk to Steven, leaned over the counter. "Couldn't sleep?" Right next to the mike, so they didn't have to speak up. "Uhn!" A little grunt.
"Well, it's my night off, but at least I can go out. I know how boring it is, until the morning rush starts to come in, so I was thinking. Maybe you can come in on your night off, and keep me company?"
"Huh, yeah. I'd like that." Okay, I can't say now she's shtuppen' her co-workers, at work. Why do you think I schedule her to work nights? Especially between the bar rush, and morning traffic, there's a couple hours in here where nobody comes in. Except Steve, on his night off, or Grace to see him, when it's his shift.
"What're you looking at?"
"Oh, huh! You know that Shoplyfter site?" He leaned over, while she turned it around on the counter. Her other hand under her, I can't see anything but her skirt up, draped over it, but she's at the edge of her seat. "Uh, huh!" Masturbating at work, but if anyone else comes in, she can drop it, and just act natural. Maybe flirt with whoever he is, she's not bisexual. At least so she says, she's a DICKted. She's honestly got all kinds of ways to say the same thing, but I hit the Speaker, and put my hand up by my face. So, I can't even see the monitor through the corner of my eye, but I have to check my work.
"No Idea they had girl cop, guy scenes in there."
I have to cut off the intercom to focus. The numbers, I can basically copy and paste, barely even thinking about it, like I have for the last 8 years, managing gas stations, and convenience stores. I just have to check my work.
[$28,547.19]
[$29,547.19]
Round out the 9 to an 8, and double check it again... Initial it, in ink.
She's not going to take him off to the restrooms, or the stock room until I come out, and take over the register for a quicky. Then I can break off a peace of that ass for myself, go home, and get some sleep, before the kids wake up. I love my wife, but you got to understand, what kind of sexual pressure I deal with at work, I don't always have time to get some as much as I'd like at home between 2 schedules, the kids being home, and god damn it Maude just isn't as adventuruos as Grace is. She's not a freak, and I'm not going to even ask her if she wants to try something this kinky. Or gangbangs, or. Well, pretty much everything, that's what Grace is into. Pretty much anything she can think of to do with men, and she's real creative.
Finally, I lock everything up in the safe, with the speaker back on, but they're not saying anything. There's a customer, and Steve is leaning back to watch him over by the coolers.
'huh,' she pulled back the microphone on it's spiral metal stalk. 'boss, you listening?' I have no way to answer, but I look up in the other corner to see the guy reach through the cooler. Way back, and counting doors, I realize it's the last cooler right next to the beer, and malt beverage case.
He's got a ballcap on, sideways, and he looks back to make sure the 2 at the counter are looking away. Pretending to talk to each other, then the glass door thumps shut, loud enough to hear it through the mic, and the speaker phone's Intercom. Looks like a Gangster, he's white, but he's wearing baggy pants, he needs a belt, and he dropped his oversized teeshirt over them. I'm just guessing it was a 24 oz can he pocketed, holding up a square plastic bottle of Orange flavored juice beverage. "This got vitamin C?" Pretending to read the label to play it off.
"That be all?" She rang it up.
"Yeah, uh. Let me get a pack of Newport lights, 100s. Soft pack."
"All we got is box."
"Then box." He keeps looking over at Steve, right by the door, then back at the hallway to the back door. The rest-rooms, cooler, and office.
"Let me check your ID. I know you're 18, but I have to. it's the law." She snapped her fingers, and he did that back, and forth again. Let's see, Steve right by the door, it swings in, and the back hall is empty right now.
He just grabs his pants in 1 hand, and runs. "Huh!" I grab the door handle, and turn it, but listen for his foot steps. Pretty sure i locked it, I know the alarm is on, and I brace myself for it, but we keep it locked after dark, and only unlock it as a fire-exit when it's busy enough to worry about it.
THUMP! I throw my door open, and grab him, but he lost his grip, and bent over to catch his pants, wighed down by the 24oz cans. In both pockets.
"Dumbass." I pushed him back, and he lost his grip. On his belt, but he buckled it too loose, to get that droopy drawers look, and then something brushed my leg. "Turn around, faggot. You get a boner looking at her, or getting caught, shoplifting?"
Now wait, just a damned minute. "Uh, I'm sorry."
"Shut up." I shake my head, but there's coincidence, and then there's the way Grace thinks. She improvises too, she's not going to write out a whole script, but come on.
She showed me that Shoplyfter site too, or I looked over her shoulder curiously to see what porn she brought with her tonight.
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DfnAYLMWkAA9QY6.jpg
In her blue collar shirt, and tight black miniskirt, underneath the smock. Before I took everything back to take care of the paperwork, and she knows Exactly how long it takes me to rush through it, while she teases me on camera. Then, she showed Steve, and then this. Kid showed up.
Slapping the hat off by the brim, his hair falls out. Tucked up under it, it's metalhead hair, shaved on the sides, but long. Not like Kid Rock cracker rapper, he's not even a wannabe gangbanger, he dressed up for this scene.
"Crapper. Cracka rapper wannabe gangsta? Boosting gas stations for a couple cans of Joose? Looks like we got ourselves a master criminal up in here, what's this?" I felt it, around his hip, and pushed it out of my way with my knuckles. "A little deuce-deuce, douche? Couldn't get a real gun, so you want to see what a real dick looks like, kid?"
Skinny little white boy, he shaked his head, breathing hard through his nose, but don't say nothing. He's 18, got to be. She knew I was watching, and she's got his ID. It's all on camera, but the last thing I'm going to do is call the cops. She knows damn well how much I hate kids these days, dressing up, and trying to act black, when it's the worst racist stereotype they front.
"Don't touch me, faggot!"
"Here," Grace held up a zip tie, looped over, and another one sticking straight out. "Use these."
Then, I saw his bracelets. Punk rock bracelets, with 2 snaps, and rows of pyramid spikes, so he could be hand cuffed, or zip-tied, without hurting his wrists. She took off her smock, so I could see the plastic badge, with the shiny metal worn off, but she didn't have to confirm it.
This was her scene, and I played right into it. "Okay, get in there." She held the door to the stock room. "Down, on your knees." Knee pads underneath the loose baggy pants. "Hands on your head, you know the drill."
"Devon Farley," She read off his ID card, like a Miranda card. "You're under arrest, for shoplifting. You have the right to remain silent. Understand?" He nodded, but I got one hand pulled out so I could slip the tie wrap around the cuff. Hold it between the studs, and pinch the end with my thumb in my fingers.
Zzzzzzip!
"Anything you say will be used against you. You understand?"
She handed me the tie wrap, but I looked out the door, and down the hall. Steve just put the smock on, and went around the counter to watch the empty till. So, I kicked the door shut, and took the other tie-wrap to slip behind the one I already done up.
So, bondage it is.
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