CHAPTER 4: It's off to work!

That Monday morning was a blur for me. The way my three stepsisters flew around the apartment getting ready for work, you’d have no idea the previous night’s sexual escapades had ever occurred. Everything was so utterly normal, I even caught myself wondering if I’d invented the whole thing during my marathon session of jacking off before bed. Every time I looked at the girls, I saw Jessica’s gorgeous caramel tits waiting for my touch, Traci’s lithe naked body standing over me on the bed, Marisa moaning as she fucked herself with her dildo. But all the girls seemed to be thinking about was getting dressed, getting breakfast, and getting to work on time.

I tried to put thoughts of my stepsisters out of my head during my short walk to the bookstore. I figured there would be time to sort all of that out later, and now it was more important that I make a good first impression at work.

Basement Books was the bookstore equivalent of a cult movie, I reflected. At a time when big chain bookstores were making it increasingly difficult for private operations to stay in business, the patrons of Basement Books (often affectionately called BeeBee’s) cherished it for its quirky setup and eclectic inventory. Occupying the entire basement of a pre-war apartment building, BeeBee’s took pride in its labyrinthine shelf layout and its refusal to cater to mainstream, pop culture tastes. The place was definitely not user-friendly, but that was precisely its appeal. It also made the job of the store’s clerks crucial--most customers liked to search for themselves amid the nooks and crannies of the store, but at the end of the day, if they couldn’t find it, they couldn’t buy it.

I admired the owner of BeeBee’s, a firecracker of a young woman named Isabella. She’d inherited the store from her father, who’d passed away just after she graduated college, and she’d been running the place ever since. It took a particular kind of guts to keep such a tough business running. I turned onto the block where BeeBee’s was located, my pulse racing as I prepared to start my new job.