Being the Night Shift Guy. Chapter 6

Chapter Six: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Leaving the two girls to their fun, I walked through to the shop, hoping my erection was not noticeable behind the counter. I needn’t have bothered, what I saw would have immediately made me hard anyway.

Her bleached blonde hair cascaded down her back in carefully sculpted curls, an interesting contrast to her skin that showed no small hint of spray tan. Spinning around at my approach those delightful curls playfully moved over her painted face. Her cherry lips smiled cautiously, while her caramel eyes seemed lost.

“Can I help you with anything?” I offered sincerely, as my eyes moved down her body. Her pale green dress showed off her tanned cleavage and barely covered any underwear that might be hidden beneath.

“All the clubs are closed” she responded without elaborating.

“It is a week night” I replied.

“I know” she looked wistfully around the store “I just need something to take my mind off… things.”

“There’s not much going on here” I leaned up against the counter “but if you’d like someone to talk to, a stranger who won’t judge, and has received multiple compliments on his coffee making skills.”

“Multiple?” she raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, giving me a clear view of her lacy white bra. Between that and whatever perfume she was swimming in, I was struggling to concentrate. “You know, I’m not much of a coffee drinker, but I do love some cream in my mouth.”

“W-we might have some… err… whipped cream in aisle…” I tried to sound cool, but my erection was bordering on painful. She must have noticed because she changed the subject.

“I’ve just gone through a tough break up” she began “he left me for a younger model, literally.”

“I’m sorry to hear that” I replied.

“That’s okay, it’s kinda liberating, he wanted me to be monogamous, the ideal trophy wife that looks good at fancy restaurants or events. Poor guy, he got stuck with a thirsty whore that just took half his money” she laughed half-heartedly, and I smiled politely.

“Is that what brings you out tonight?” I asked “Are you looking to spend his money?”

“I could spend some here” she mused while looking around, seductively biting her lower lip “but what I really need is a nice big cock-or-two to fill the emptiness of being single after ten years.”

“And how do you feel about women?” I asked cautiously.

“I prefer men, but I have had some fun with women in the past.”

“I’m glad to hear that because, out back right now, I have a thicc sex worker with an eight inch purple friend that would love to cash in on your recent settlement.”

She looked sceptical “if that were true, why would you be talking to me?”

I took a few seconds to answer “it’s my job to serve customers.”

“Mmhmm” she responded “and what were you going to say before you thought of that diplomatic response?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes” she nodded “the more honest you are, the more likely I will stick around.”

“Okay” I began “I’d be out here staring at your tits and touching myself under the counter.”

“And yet you’re hands are on the counter, which suggests a decent amount of self control.”

“That’s true, but not that much” I added as I moved my left hand below the counter and placed it over my nob.

“You naughty boy” she cooed and moved her hands slightly under her bust “getting all excited over these.