When I was attending college, I was pretty much supporting myself, living off the scraps I’d make working as a cashier at the local 7/11. I would exclusively work the night shift, mainly because I usually had nothing better to do at that time and because it was much less busy during the night. My sex life was bland, occasionally hooking up with girls from tinder but very rarely getting past first base. The job itself was dull, get there at 11 pm, leave at 4 am. I would usually just listen to the same playlist on repeat for 5 hours seeing as the co-worker I had at the time was some elderly dude who didn’t speak a word of English. You could imagine, it was pretty boring. Little did I know, all that would change.
It was a regular Tuesday, I arrived like I normally do through the back entrance, 15 minutes before my shift at 10:45. I was sitting in the staff room which was pretty much just a couple chairs, a folding table and two lockers for our uniforms, which is literally just a black button-up short sleeve shirt that says 7-11 in the corner and a matching hat. I’m sitting there, counting down the minutes when I notice my normal co-worker isn’t here yet which is a surprise seeing as he’s normally there before me. It doesn’t bother me too much seeing as I don’t talk to him anyways. When it was time for my shift I put on the uniform and walk out to the front counter where I waste away my day, I’m not paying attention initially, but when I get there, I’m caught by surprise. There’s someone else in the place of my normal coworker, a woman, and she was a showstopper to say the least.
Exactly my type of woman. She was Caucasian with deep blue eyes, pale skin and freckles on her cheeks. She had long, dark brown hair that was tied up in a ponytail that stuck out the back of the 7-11 baseball cap we had to wear. She was tall, about 5’7 and her figure was amazing. She was standing, bent over the counter looking at her phone with her back arched and ass sticking out. She had a bubble butt which was perfectly round and complimented her slim figure and long legs well. You could tell she worked out her lower body as she was quite fit. Moving up, she had a slim, toned waist and thin arms. She was bent over and her large chest was hanging down, pressed against the counter top. Probably D-cups which made for an even sexier appearance as her large tits combined with her skinny frame and plump ass made for an absolute mouthwatering combination. Like I said, she was wearing the black 7-11 uniform we had to wear but she left the top few buttons of the short sleeve shirt undone and you could see quite a view down the white tank top she was wearing underneath. Her tits were pressed together by the shirt and the tank top had a deep collar revealing a hefty amount of cleavage. I don’t think she was wearing a bra either. Needless to say, the boss would not approve if he was here. Tight black yoga pants wrapped around her thighs and accentuated her plump ass even more. I may have stared for too long because before long she stopped looking at her phone and in my direction.
I quickly averted my gaze and walked over to my usual spot which was in front of the cash register. She was standing next to me, still bending over the counter with her phone in her hand. “Is this your first day here” I asked awkwardly, trying to break the silence. “No shit” she replied, not even looking in my direction. I was taken aback by her direct response. Not exactly the kind of attitude I imagined a pretty girl like would have. The rest of our interactions for the next few weeks went like that. To put it simply, she was kind of a bitch. She’d tell me to restock the shelves when it was her turn, she’d constantly talk on the phone loudly with who I presumed was her boyfriend and she’d steal money from the register every now and then. Any hope I had of potentially hooking up with this bombshell was effectively gone seeing as I couldn’t even start a normal conversation with her. Or so I thought.
She eventually started a habit of going into the backroom multiple times a day, while on shift. Like I said, business was slow during our shift but we were still expected at the very least to manage the counter and watch the registers. Maybe it was the change of scenery or maybe she just couldn’t stand me but she’d abruptly just leave to go there every now and then and lock the door behind her. After a couple months I started to learn a bit more about her. Not from conversation but from subtle observations. She always wore a strong scented lotion or perfume everyday. It was rose scented and kind of tacky to be honest, the kind of stuff high school girls wear. I grew to like the smell overtime though. I also found out by taking a peak at her resume that she was 22, just a year younger than me making me wonder If I’d ever seen her at campus. Stupidly, I forgot to read her name when I had the chance. Obviously, seeing as I’d never date her, the least I could do was check her out when she wasn’t looking. She almost never wore a bra, evident from the way her large tits would constantly jiggle through her tight shirt with the slightest motion. I took note of the beauty mark she had on her left tit and the tattoo of a heart on her ankle. One day I even got a clear view of her ass when she bent over to pick up a coin she dropped, and to be honest, I wasn’t surprised to see the outline of lacy black thong through her yogapants. It was quite the turn on to say the least.
The most interesting thing about her to me, was her on/off relationship with her boyfriend. She would spend hours arguing with him one day, saying every curse word in her vocabulary, but then the next day she’d be giggling and acting all cute. I was kinda jealous that some lucky guy was getting to see her in the nude, but I guess having to deal with that toxic attitude is the trade off. I would get to learn the truth about it soon however. Days pass and nothing had changed. It was a typical day in the gas station store. Probably had about 2 customers in total so far and it was just an hour into our shift. She was arguing with her boyfriend on the phone as usual when she hung up and slammed her cellphone on the counter. On this rare occasion she actually said something to me. “He’s such an asshole!” she whined angrily. Not the conversation I really wanted but I’d take anything at this point. “Why do you date him then?” I asked. She looked at me with her blue eyes, her thin eyebrows furrowed with a puzzles look on her face. “What the fuck do you know about relationships?” she asked. I half expected that answer given her fiery attitude but it was awkwardly silent for a moment between us. I wasn’t letting this seldom occasion slip though, so I gathered the courage to talk a bit more. “Say… you’ve been working here for a couple months now but never even told me your name” I said to her. She looked at me once again and made the same pissed face I was used to. She then looked away and fiddled with her hair a bit, so I assumed she wasn’t going to bother answering. It was quiet once again and I slumped down, about to put my earbuds back in when she suddenly blurted out “Ashley”. It was quite the shock to get a legitimate answer from her so I smiled and looked her way, about to tell her it was a cute name, when she got up and made her way to the backroom.
This was kind of a blow for me because I was actually making some progress with *Ashley.* “Why does she need to leave to the backroom now of all times” I thought to myself. Once again, I wasn’t surprised seeing as she normally storms off there after arguing with her boyfriend on the phone. But I still wanted to talk to her. I sat there, feeling deflated for a coupled minutes when I glanced over by the direction of the backroom and noticed something. She had forgotten to lock the door. It’s not like I can’t go in there, it is the room meant for the staff after all. I hesitated at first. She’d probably be pissed if I went in. My curiosity got the better of me in the end. “Fuck it” I thought to myself. I doubt she’s doing anything that important back there, there’s not much to do anyways. I got up, and made my way to the backroom. I held the cold, metal door handle and turned it. “Hey Ashley, I always wondered where you walked off too so I…”. I stopped mid sentence. I had walked in on something I shouldn’t have. Ashley was sitting in one of the chairs with her black tights pulled down. Her thong was around her ankles and her shirt was fully unbuttoned, revealing her tits and her hard nips which she held in one hand, the other hand between her legs with two fingers in her pussy. Her long brown hair was untied and down to her shoulders. The look of utter shock was on her face as it quickly flushed red. Her immense blue eyes locked with mine as she quickly shut her legs with her hand still between them. For once, something unexpected had happened to me at my dull night job, and it would only get more exciting from there.
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This story is not done yet, I plan to make this into a 3 or 4 part series. I’ll release a new part daily so if you’re enjoying it so far, it will be continued tomorrow. Be sure to let me know what you guys think so far, any feedback is great!
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Great job so far. Looking forward to the next part.