Corey and I were stocking the produce section again for the third day in a row. I hate that section and all those fucking boxes that need to be opened, broken down, and then wrapped on pallets; it’s a bitch driving a bitch-bus in bitch land.

“Dude Corey, have you heard back from that guy at Window World about hiring us yet?” I said.

“Nah, not yet… besides what the hell do we know about selling windows Mitch, cmon dude,” he replied.

I opened yet another box of bananas and put my shitty dull cutter back in my pocket.

“Well man, I have to say, it’d be better than this day in and out ya know?” I said.

“Dude it’s not that bad, I mean at least we have a job that takes absolutely no brains to do and that pays us to stand around and say shit like ‘dood this and that and shit blah blah’.”

“I guess… I just want more than this man.”

“Dude you will have more, you just have to be patient. Isn’t that book gonna make you bank anyway?”

“Ya except for the fact that I can’t write…”

“Ya that’s a pretty big problem Mitch”

I bent back down to get another box while mouthing the words “fuck my life”. I arranged the bunches of bananas neatly and subconsciously while trying to think about my book. It was a sci-fi fantasy type deal, very cliché, but I thought I was being original with the characters. I shopped the idea around a bit and people seemed to like it, but I’m stuck halfway with no inspiration in sight. On top of everything, this job is melting what’s left of my diminishing brain tissue.

Corey nudged me in the arm and said, “Dude see, I told you this job isn’t all bad.”

He pointed over to the service counter. He was most obviously pointing at the new girl who worked the afternoon shift. She transferred from another location. I think her name was Vicki or Vanessa, or something like that.

“Mitch, that girl is fucking tops man,” Corey said.

He wasn’t lying either, she really was something special. She was about 5’5”, 120lbs, C-cup or so tits, and an AMAZING ass attached to two very shapely legs. However, what really set her above the rest was her eyes. They were wide, piercing, luscious, green, and everything in between sexy and goddess; both framed by her exotic long jet black hair, which nicely contrasted her milky white smooth skin. I could feel my cock twinge just looking at her.

“Yeah man, she really is…”

Corey and I looked at her; she giggled at a customer and half-smiled. She had a quirky, crooked smile that exposed her cute prominent canines. I could have her bite my cock with those all day long…

Our attention was torn away when we spotted our supervisor glaring at us. We quickly finished up, broke the boxes down, and went in the back. I couldn’t seem to wash the image of that girl from my memory.

The next day I came in to find Corey sitting in the break room yelling at someone on the phone. I put my shit away and sat down next to him after he was finished.

“What was that about man?” I said.

“Oh nothing dude, this stupid bitch I’ve been seeing is accusing me of stealing her purse.”

“Whaa?? Did you dude?”

“Yeah Mitch, I have it in my locker right now… NO of course not man, she’s fucking crazy. She probably just left it at the bar again last night. If she wasn’t so damn good I wouldn’t bother.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“She’s a mean vix in bed man. She knows what’s up and then some. It’s that angry sex man, nothing like it. Anyway, I gotta go bro; I’m already late for my shift and Jack is gonna skin my balls today if I give him a reason.”

“Wait, aren’t you coming with me to the produce again? That’s what Rhonda told me yesterday.”

“Ha so you didn’t hear… well it’s your lucky day Mitch. You get to work with the new girl today at the counter. They want her to train you I guess.”

“Get outta here! Who says?” I said in astonishment.

“Straight from Jack dude. He told me to tell you.”

Corey got up and stuffed his phone in his pocket.

“Good luck man,” he pat me on the back, “you’ll do fine.”

He made for the door when I stopped him, “Wait dude!”

“What’s up?” he said.

“What’s her name?”

“Valerie.”

He winked at me then left the room. Valerie… pretty.

I walked out onto the floor and towards the customer service counter. It’s right near the produce section and is used to sell cigarattes, lotto tickets, rent movies, receive money and shit like that. I was so nervous and excited that my heart ached from changing its pace so often. I rounded the corner and saw her there… Valerie. She had a little red flower in her hair today and was smiling that crooked fangy smile of hers. She was so hot and I got to stare at her all day long. I gave myself a final mental pep talk and walked behind the counter.

After she was done with the customer she turned to me…

“Who are you?” she said.

“Umm… Mitch hi, I’m Mitch… I was supposed to work with you today. You’re gonna train me right?”

She was so pretty it almost hurt. My cock was twitching as I looked at her eyes and body. On top of it, she had a sexy voice; a little whiny, but silky and feminine with a little coarse bite at the end. I wanted to fuck her right then and there.

“Train you? No that’s not right… hold on.”

She walked over to her phone and dialed the call line for Jack, our store manager. I felt so awkward and was pissed. Was Corey playing a joke on me or something? That had to be it. I was gonna kill that asshole. I cussed at him under my breath as Valerie hung the phone up.

“Well um…” she pointed at me with a blank stare.

“Mitch,” I said.

“Yeah, Mitch. Looks like I am going to train you. So let’s get on with this,” she said, sounding a bit irritated.

Well it looks like Corey wasn’t fucking with me after all, but she didn’t seem real happy to have me here. I wondered if I said something, or maybe she overheard something. I wasn’t sure why so I just focused on paying attention.

After about 10 minutes of her walking me around the area and 10 minutes of me trying my best not to stare at that perfectly shaped plump ass of hers or her tits pushing on the buttons of her white shirt, she explained that today I would just be watching her and handing her things. Cool beans, I thought.

“Okay dude, are you ready? Any questions?” she asked.

“Nope, I’m good. I got this handled,” I said as I smiled at her with confidence.

“Okay, whatever”

She turned around; we had a customer.

“Mitch, take one of those checks and throw it in the printer. Just press the red button when it’s in.”

“Got it!”

I reached for one of the yellow money transfer checks and placed it in the printer tray. After it was all marked, I handed it to Valerie.

“Mitch! What are you doing? This is a transfer check!” she said.

Before I could react, she pushed me aside and reached for the blue paper. She didn’t really specify which one was the right form; they looked identical except for the color. Maybe she did and I didn’t listen… I was pretty sure I took in every word though.

After the customer left, she really let me have it.

“Do you not know how to pay attention?” she said, “I don’t know what you did before Mick, but I don’t want to have to carry you.”

“Hey I’m sorry, but cmon I just started… and it’s Mitch”

“Whatever! Look, just pay attention!”

Why was she being such a bitch?