wet…
“Why are there books all over the floor? I swear, Jane, if you weren’t so knowledgeable about the books in this store, I’d fire your butt for all the time you waste messing around. Sometimes, I don’t know if you’re worth the money I pay you. Now get out there and help those customers!”
My eyes bugged out and I watched Brad waddle away. “I can’t even eat on what you pay me!”
Reaching over myself, I was about to chuck the billionaire up his oversized ass, but then I remembered the thick, hot length waiting for me inside. Changing my mind, I brought the book back down, held it to my chest, and after looking around once more, shoved it in back of the stacked books with the promise that I would return.
Stepping over the other titles strewn haphazardly on the thinning carpet, I went in search of the wayward customer who was no longer standing at the counter patiently awaiting my assistance. Corning a large stack of books, I didn’t see the small, grey-haired lady until it was too late, and by then, she was knocked to the ground by my supersized breasts. The ten books about cats that she’d previously held in her wrinkled arms were flying through the air.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!”
I reached down to help her up. After balancing her in an upright position, I moved to pick up the cat books to hand back to her. By the time I looked the itty-bitty demon in the eye again, she was staring me down like I’d just run over her puppy – on purpose. Twice.
“You need to watch where you’re going, young lady! Those love pillows you got strapped to your chest stick out so far they require their own zip code! That’s dangerous! Are you a stripper in your spare time or something?” Her voice was so tiny, I considered that maybe I’d heard her wrong. “And I’d watch that ass of yours as well! If you spin around too fast, you could take out a small group of children or something!”
Nope. I hadn’t heard her wrong.
Glancing down at my ample bosom and plump figure, I glared back at the woman, not willing to take her geriatric insults. The grumbling grandma and I were about to throw down.
“Listen, lady! I didn’t see you behind the books. It’s not my fault old age has shrunk you back to the size of a five year old. Maybe you should walk on stilts or something so people know you’re in the area.”
If looks could kill, I was just run over by a mac truck, followed by a bus and finished off by some kid riding a tricycle over my remains while happily ringing his bell.
“Well! In my day, customers were not treated this poorly. I demand to see the manager!” The red to her skin contrasted nicely with the blue of her hair and before long, she resembled the creepy purple dinosaur that’s always singing about love on kids’ shows.
“I am the manager!” I lied, but I wasn’t allowing this sniveling senior to threaten the security of my low paying job. “Tell you what? Why don’t you just let me ring up your cat books so you can get home to your furry family and I can get back to living my life.”
She snickered. Seriously, the tiny terror actually snickered at the notion that I had a life to return to – and sadly, she was right.
“You might want to stock up on your own cat books, by the looks of you. With a body like that and the caustic nonsense that drips from your mouth, I don’t see you having much of a love life when you’re my age.”
The mental imagery was enough to sour my stomach. The woman waved her little arms around while talking and it looked like the skin from a boneless chicken – I couldn’t imagine that same skin bouncing around in the throws of passion. Somebody could get hurt.
I looked over her head to see Brad peek out of his office to determine what the commotion was about. I smiled in his direction and picked up the cat books, ringing them up like I didn’t have a care in the world. When he finally shuffled back out of view, I glared down at
“Why are there books all over the floor? I swear, Jane, if you weren’t so knowledgeable about the books in this store, I’d fire your butt for all the time you waste messing around. Sometimes, I don’t know if you’re worth the money I pay you. Now get out there and help those customers!”
My eyes bugged out and I watched Brad waddle away. “I can’t even eat on what you pay me!”
Reaching over myself, I was about to chuck the billionaire up his oversized ass, but then I remembered the thick, hot length waiting for me inside. Changing my mind, I brought the book back down, held it to my chest, and after looking around once more, shoved it in back of the stacked books with the promise that I would return.
Stepping over the other titles strewn haphazardly on the thinning carpet, I went in search of the wayward customer who was no longer standing at the counter patiently awaiting my assistance. Corning a large stack of books, I didn’t see the small, grey-haired lady until it was too late, and by then, she was knocked to the ground by my supersized breasts. The ten books about cats that she’d previously held in her wrinkled arms were flying through the air.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!”
I reached down to help her up. After balancing her in an upright position, I moved to pick up the cat books to hand back to her. By the time I looked the itty-bitty demon in the eye again, she was staring me down like I’d just run over her puppy – on purpose. Twice.
“You need to watch where you’re going, young lady! Those love pillows you got strapped to your chest stick out so far they require their own zip code! That’s dangerous! Are you a stripper in your spare time or something?” Her voice was so tiny, I considered that maybe I’d heard her wrong. “And I’d watch that ass of yours as well! If you spin around too fast, you could take out a small group of children or something!”
Nope. I hadn’t heard her wrong.
Glancing down at my ample bosom and plump figure, I glared back at the woman, not willing to take her geriatric insults. The grumbling grandma and I were about to throw down.
“Listen, lady! I didn’t see you behind the books. It’s not my fault old age has shrunk you back to the size of a five year old. Maybe you should walk on stilts or something so people know you’re in the area.”
If looks could kill, I was just run over by a mac truck, followed by a bus and finished off by some kid riding a tricycle over my remains while happily ringing his bell.
“Well! In my day, customers were not treated this poorly. I demand to see the manager!” The red to her skin contrasted nicely with the blue of her hair and before long, she resembled the creepy purple dinosaur that’s always singing about love on kids’ shows.
“I am the manager!” I lied, but I wasn’t allowing this sniveling senior to threaten the security of my low paying job. “Tell you what? Why don’t you just let me ring up your cat books so you can get home to your furry family and I can get back to living my life.”
She snickered. Seriously, the tiny terror actually snickered at the notion that I had a life to return to – and sadly, she was right.
“You might want to stock up on your own cat books, by the looks of you. With a body like that and the caustic nonsense that drips from your mouth, I don’t see you having much of a love life when you’re my age.”
The mental imagery was enough to sour my stomach. The woman waved her little arms around while talking and it looked like the skin from a boneless chicken – I couldn’t imagine that same skin bouncing around in the throws of passion. Somebody could get hurt.
I looked over her head to see Brad peek out of his office to determine what the commotion was about. I smiled in his direction and picked up the cat books, ringing them up like I didn’t have a care in the world. When he finally shuffled back out of view, I glared down at
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