The Head Shop

Work has been stressful for the past year since the new owners moved in and started changing processes. They decided to cut half of middle management, overhaul all SOPs and hire an all new sales staff. What they accomplished was losing a wealth of knowledge, decreasing productivity and at the same time increasing production demand. Instead of stressing out and losing sleep over it, I decided to take advantage of the newly passed laws regarding THC usage in the state of TX.

I’ve been passing a head shop for a few years, that’s close to the spa that I visit for massages, but I’d never gone inside. A few months ago I decided to stop in and learn a little bit about what they do and what they offer The store has good employees that know more about THC than I could ever imagine. They’re all very helpful and accommodating. I always look forward to visiting, especially when Hannah is working.

For me to describe Hannah is almost a waste of time. No one will really understand how unbelievably sexy she is from a brief de***********ion written in a naughty short story by an amateur writer. I will take my time and I’ll do my best, but only seeing is believing and I can’t guarantee that your interactions with Hannah will be the same as mine.

The first time I saw Hannah, I was pumping gas at a nearby gas station. I watched her cross through the strip mall on foot and couldn’t take my eyes off of her. What I saw was a petite frame, with unbelievably thick, beautiful curly brown hair that came halfway down her back. She was wearing a well fitted pair of designer joggers and a t-shirt that hugged her subtle curves. She’s barely 5’ tall and maybe 100 lbs. I couldn’t tell much about her face and skin from the distance, but I knew that if there was ever a woman that evolved from fairies, it was her.

A few weeks, maybe a month or 2 after that, I went into the shop and was pleasantly surprised to see Hannah up close after the first sighting. She was wearing jogging pants again this day. They were riding low on her hips and I was able to get a nice view of her hip bones and abs. Her little t-shirt stopped just above the bottom of her ribcage and was tight enough to show every curve without being too provocative and gaudy. I can’t think of a time that I every saw such perfect pale ivory skin. There wasn’t a blemish, a hair, a scar or tan line. Her waist was tiny enough that I could have put my hands around her and touched my fingers together in front and back. She had only the slightest curve to her hips and bottom. Her breasts were just big enough to give definition to her shirt, but not large enough to need a bra. Hannah wasn’t wearing a bra that day, and I could faintly make out the shape of her nipples under her shirt. Her nipples weren’t hard, they were just a little more defined than the rest of her breasts.