At work (Convenience store)

The convenience store 24 hour sign flickered, illuminating the cool summer night. It was a slow night, no stoners or drunks roaming the aisles, just Quincy and his phlegmatic coworker.

The slender, long haired young man searched about for anything amiss. He glanced at the beer stock, then back at the notebook.

"God, I wanna go home and sleep, " she yelled from the counter.

"Yeah, yeah."

A knock came from the manager's door, making sure they know she can hear them.

Samantha just kept chewing gum and flipped another page of her magazine, her finger twirling the purple lock of her otherwise black hair.

"I'll be checking up on the stock," Quincy said.

The goth girl shrugged and yawned.

Backroom was cramped with cardboard boxes, the only light coming from an old bare light-bulb. Quincy wiped sweat off his forehead and put the notebook down. He already knew what he came there for. He took out a few bottles of Jack and put them aside to pick up when he leaves work. I can get a few extra bucks for the trip from the drunks.

Sam was still as bored as ever when he came back to the counter. He leaned on the board in front of her and smiled. She looked back and caressed his hand for a moment.

"Hey..." she said.

"So, you coming to my gig on Sunday?"

"Oh yeah, can't wait. You better knock me off my feet, you hear!"

"I always do."

He winked at her and was going to caress her more, but the manager's door creaked open and they both pulled back.

A plump, middle-aged woman's face peered out.

"Quincy, can you come in for a moment."

Sam and Quincy glance at each other, and he shrugs.

"Yes, maam"

Melissa's office was much better than the rest of the store, but it was comfortable enough. She had a desk, some books and a monitor to watch them work. He knew there were cameras about, but as long as he wasn't too greedy the old gal would turn a blind eye to his pilfering.

"Why so serious, Mel?"

"Take a seat, we need to talk about your night activities."

He did so, and she turned on the monitor. It was a cut of all his crimes for the past month. Fuck, this is gonna be trouble.

"I mean... I do put most of it back when I get the money from gigs."

"I know , sweetie, and that is why I normally overlook it. But you are 18 now, and this can get you in a lot of trouble. You are getting too comfortable with it, and need to learn to be responsible. Now, do you want me to show this to the police, or are you going to do as I say?"

He looked at her, not moving an inch. "Go on..."

"Have you heard of the new Clothes Hunt game they are setting up at the mall this weekend?"

"Yeah, the nude thing girls compete in for cash?"

"Not just girls, though it is usually so. You are going to compete."

It took him a moment to process this.

"But... it's on Sunday, I have a gig. And people will see..."

"Cancel it. You'll get much more publicity with this anyway, more concerts to come. And you have something to hide?"

She smirked and looked him over, a hint of lust in the eyes. He almost crossed his legs and tried to cover up, but kept himself in check.

"I'm sorry... this is just too much. I can't show myself..."

"How big are you down there, boy?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

He avoided her gaze.

"Please, I can't have anyone know. Sam especially."

Mel laughed.

"You waste your time with that girl. And stop fretting, you only start off nude and there are many other contestants. All you need to do is cover up with anything and you'll be fine. Plus this is your punishment, it is supposed to embarrass you."

He thought of responding, but really had nothing to say. There was no way around it, he knew Mel would definitely get the police on his ass if he tried wiggling out. The fat bitch!

"Okay, I'll be there on Sunday."

"No need, I'll pick you up. Saves you gas money."

He wouldn't say no to that.

"Go now, you still have work."

Quincy nodded and went back to the counter.

"Sam, I won't make it to the concert. Got some business with Mel."

"Whaaa, the fuck. You've been on and on about it for weeks," she said and grabbed his arm. "I was really looking forward to it, too!"

"Me too, but no way about it. We'll think of something fun for another day."

"Oh, I am sure," she said and huffed.

"I need some air."

Quincy pet her head, and went out for a cigarette. I can just hope she doesn't see any videos of me. As long as nobody knows I am competing they will be focused on the concert.