No, the Clerk is lonely...

You walk in through the front entrance, the door emitting the usual chime of activity at the front to alert the attendants. You make your way down the first aisle ignoring the car supplies and miscellaneous odds & ends that are displayed. Once you reach the aisle's end you're met with the series of cooler doors that stretch the back wall from side to side. You scan each one until you find a couple drinks you want, you grab a Mt Dew and two Arizona Teas to last through your day at work. It's cheaper here than at the bistro at work you think to yourself.

You walk up to the front counter and set your things up there, the clerk comes over from down the counter where he was restocking the lotto tickets. He looks like a Middle-aged Middle Eastern man with black curly hair and a full black beard. "Hello Miss, will this be all?" he asks you politely, you think you caught him staring at your tits as he approached, they do look pronounced in your work top after all. "Uhm actually could I use your restroom real quick to fix my hair, I'll only be a moment." you respond, you forgot to redo your hair this morning when you left and can feel the ponytail loosening up more and more by the minute causing you some irritation. "Sure thing, here follow me. We have to keep it locked up now since some kids came in and vandalized it last month." he replies and makes for the door off to the side of the building. You follow him over and wait for him to unlock it.

He puts his key in and jiggles it as he turns the knob and pushed the door open, he briefly steps in and turns the lights on before stepping back out and presenting the room to you in what you feel is an odd fashion but shrub it off as different habits of people. You step into the room and go to close the door before a hand shoves you forward and the clerk slips in with you and shuts the door. "What the hell?!" you exclaim as you turn to face the man, "Shut up and get on your knees, I know what you're really here for Miss." he replies as he begins fidgeting with his belt and pants. You look down in horror at the scene unfolding before you, "What the fuck do you mean you knw what I'm really here for?! I'm just grabbing some gas on my way to work!" you sternly respond trying to avert your eyes as you step further away from him. "Bullshit, you saw my ad and came to answer it. Do not worry I will be quick, I'll deduct your drinks and gas from the fifty afterwards." he continues dead set on his belief that you're here for other reasons than what you claim. You hear a zipper and your body goes stiff, your face flush from the embarrassment. "Now get on your knees so we get this over with." you go to give him a glare and catch sight of his brown cock before you meet his eyes, it looks to be maybe seven inches long and not too thick. You look from his cock to his eyes which are beaming at your chest and then back down to his dick. What was this feeling, your body feels like it's getting hotter and you try to shake the thoughts that are now prodding at your mind. What's wrong with earning fifty bucks? It's just an average cock, maybe it won't be so bad? He did say he'll be quick..

He closes the gap between you and places a hand on your shoulder and you feel your body lose resistance, you follow his direction as he pushes you gently to your knees. Your eyes fixated on his cock, only briefly looking back up in a sort of disgust mixed with obedience. "There you go. Now pull up that shirt so I can see those titties better Miss." he says now slowly stroking his dick with his other hand. You don't think you could overpower him and no one is within ear shot of you, you resign that regardless of whether you want to or not you have to do what he says and lift your top off so only your bra remains. "There we go miss, look at them." he continues as he places his cock between your breasts from the bottom of your bra and pushes upward sliding between them roughly. "Maybe spit between your breasts Miss, that will surely give me ease to slide between them so I can finish quicker." he suggests while never stopping his slow grind up and down your chest. You look down and drool and pool of saliva down into your cleavage, it immediately has a positive effect as it acts like lube and he starts pumping away. You push your boobs together to better stabilize your performance. "Oh yes...Ohh yess Miss...." he starts moaning as he picks up speed quickly, maybe he wasn't lying and is already reaching his limit? If so he must've been starved of pleasure at this point right?