I went to do my last shift of the week

When I arrived inside the store, I was surprised to see Alejandro. I thought that Amber would have been working, but apparently she had traded shifts. I knew he usually did the ones when I was off as well and I only saw him when Amber had an evening off.
"Hi Alejandro, long time no see. How are you?" I greeted him friendly.
He smiled, "Ah, miss Lisa. Good to see you. I am good."
I smiled, "Busy evening?"
"Si, eh, yes, very busy. But I'm quit my job Wednesday. Lost MC doesn't like me here, now I'm very scared."
Alejandro didn't look anything like a gang member. He was always relatively nicely dressed. Clean shirt, pressed trousers, polished shoes, and no tattoos as far as I knew. I shook my head warily, "What a nonsense! You're not a gang member, are you?"
He shook his head, "Nono, only member of pool club. You know, at Yellow Jack Inn. But still Lost MC put gun to my head."
I groaned and rolled my eyes at the stupid prejudice, "That's so unfair, Alejandro. What about your family?"
He shook his head again, "Family work at farms in Grapeseed. I'm only one working in a store and on farm."
"If they show up again, I'll tell them you're not part of any gang, nor your family," I said getting a little angry at this nonsense.
"Nono, don't miss Lisa, it make only worse, I think. Lost MC also in Grapeseed, but leave farmers alone. I'm quit my job Wednesday, get pay and then only work farms like my family. Not so good, but safe."
"But you get paid so very little on those farms," I objected.
He shrugged, "What's money when I'm dead?"
I nodded, "Yes, you're right about that. But why Wednesday?"
He smiled, "I want to cover shifts, so you have time off and mister John has time to get new employee."
"That's so very sweet of you, Alejandro, but you don't have to do that. John has covered shifts before anyway." It was Sunday, no technically it was actually Monday morning, I had the next two nights off and apparently Alejandro wanted to cover them.
He shook his head, "Nono, I want to finish properly. No loose ends, yes?"
I shrugged, "I wouldn't call that loose ends. But I do understand your sense of loyalty and duty. Listen, is there anything I can do?"
He shook his head, "No, but thank you, miss Lisa."
"Just let me know if there is, okay? Go home to your family, I'll take over now."
He took off his apron, something he seemed to consider a work uniform as far as I knew, grabbed some magazined from under the counter and got ready to leave.
"Good luck, miss Lisa. I won't see you again, unless you visit farm in Grapeseed, I think," he said as he slowly headed out.
"Good luck to you too, Alejandro, I hope things will become better and you can get a better job again," I said and worried a little about what his coming days would be like.
As he left the store I made the register print the shift totals, then copied all the information in the book.

I swept the floors, then took my time cleaning the shelves and finally the fridges. After that, I refilled the shelves and fridges, then I mopped the store floor and cornered myself on a little dry piece behind the counter. I leafed through Broad magazine while waiting for the floor to dry. The stars didn't really interest me that much, but did I like seeing what they wore and of course, the latest trends in hair and make-up. When the floor was dry I put the mop and bucket away in the storage room then washed my hands and went back to the counter. I started to play on my phone, but after a while it began to warn me about my low battery, so I stopped and put it away.

Bored I leafed through another magazine and wishing a customer would come in or at least time would pass quicker. Then I did something I'd normally would never have done. I went along the shelves, looking at the white wines. I liked the shape of the Talloires, both the regular and 'brut' (sparkly) had a long neck which slowly tapered out halfway down the bottle. I knew how the regular felt, but that wasn't what I had in mind. I took a bottle of 'brut' from the shelf, then rang up the price on the register and paid for it from my purse. We didn't sell glassware and the only other drinking containers were some plastic cups for the often tar-like coffee the machine in the storage room spit out. I collected one of the cups from the store room and opened the bottle with a pop, then filled the cup. Wine in plastic isn't nice, but I didn't like to sip from the bottle either. I placed the bottle under the counter and sipped from the wine while I began to read another magazine.

A few cups later I was getting light-headed and a little giggly. I also got a little horny and began to caress my sex over my panties. Slowly pushing them further into my folds as I slipped my fingers over them towards my bum. My panties became damper with each stroke and I moaned soft from the sensations. My cup was empty again and I refilled it. Eyeing the bottle for a moment, then discarded the idea. I took off my panties and stashed them under the counter, then got my hairbrush from my purse. I cleaned the handle in the storage room then went back to the counter. I swirled the brush around on the counter, while sipping from my wine. I moved my hand back under my skirt and slipped my hand between my folds easily. I rubbed my entrance while quivering in delight, then moved my fingers to my clit which was hungry for attention now. I moaned and shuddered as jolts of pleasure emitted from it into my belly. I rubbed my nub a little longer while the longing for filling became stronger. I grasped my hairbrush by the brush end, spread my legs a little further and teased my folds with the handle. Slowly and rhythmically I pushed it further into me, while leaning on the counter. After I felt the end of the handle had passed my entrance I changed to little thrusts, a little deeper each time I pushed into me again. I moaned as the handle was completely inside me, but I needed just a little more. I quickly filled my cup again, then almost completely drained it. I grasped the brush end again and pulled it back, then thrust it into me again while angling it. I shuddered as I felt the widening part of the brush pry my entrance open further and the pins press into my folds. Another push and I moaned and shuddered. The tip of the handle scraped over my g-spot, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I brought my other hand to my nub and while bending slightly through my knees I increased the pace of the thrusts rubbing my clit. Moments later the waves of heat and pleasure spread through me, my hips shuddered, then my body began to jerk as my climax crashed through me. I had to lean with my chest on the counter to keep myself from falling. A few more thrusts and rubs, causing me to shake more violently then as I felt the orgasm subsiding I stopped and grabbed the edge of the counter, panting heavily.

I remained motionless until my climax had completely ebbed away and I came back to my senses a little. I removed the brush with shudders from my sex and went to the storage room to clean it, giggling at what I had done. After I returned, I put the brush back in my purse and filled my cup again. The bottle was almost empty now. I leaned onto the counter with my chest while doodling on a piece of paper.

I woke up from noises in the back and straightened up behind the counter, still feeling woozy and giggling soft. I had just put the bottle in the bin and was about to put my doodles away as John came in through the back.
"Good morning Lisa," he said cheerfully as he stepped up to me, wrapped his arm around my back, cupped my ass and tried to pull me closer.
I giggled and smiled, "Good morning Shohn." I placed a hand on his chest to push him away.
"Oof, have you been drinking?" he asked sternly, not letting go of me, but instead squeezed a buttock.
Again I giggled and nodded, "Yesh, I'm shorry."
He frowned and said, "I should fire you for this, you know that." His hand slipped under my skirt and his eyes widened a little as he touched my bare ass.
"But..." I started and pushed a little firmer against his chest, mostly symbolic, but still trying to make my intentions clear.
He pulled me closer while pushing his hand underneath me, fingers slipping between my thighs and pressing against my folds. I moaned in surprise. He brought his face closer to me, then whispered in my ear, "But, if you keep dressing like this, I'll forget it ever happened." And curled his fingers against me to make his point, causing me to moan soft again. Then he slowly withdrew them and let me step back while he sniffed his fingers. "Nice bouquet, Lisa."
I blushed and stammered, "Shank you, Shohn, it won't happen again."
"Did anything else happen?" he asked as he switched the register to run the totals.
I shook my head, "It wash quiet. But I paid for the wine."
He chuckled, "Yes, I figure you would."
Thoughtful I raised a finger and mumbled, "There wash shomething elshe." Then I shook my head, "I forgot. Shorry."
He looked worriedly at me as he reached under the counter, took my purse and pressed it against my belly. As I clung it to me, he grabbed my shoulder and looked into my eyes, "I'll drive you home, Lisa, you're in no state to drive."
He guided me out of the front door, locked it behind him and put me in the passenger seat of his car. We drove the short distance in silence. He helped me out to the door of the trailer, grabbed my hand as I unsteadily tried to unlock the door, and helped me open it. He gave a quick squeeze on my buttock as I went inside, mumbling, "Good night Shohn."
"Sleep well, Lisa, see you on Thursday," he said closing the door and went back to his car.

I went into the bedroom and fell onto the bed as I heard him drive away. The world spun as I closed my eyes, I felt a wave of nausea. But with the happy thought of two nights off, of which one would be a night out in Los Santos, I slowly sank into the darkness of sleep.