Get out of there (general apology version)

You want to. You really, really want to. But...

“I think I need to cool off. Sarah, you need to cool off. I’m going to go take a walk.”

“Wait, John-!” Before she can finish, you grab your keys and cellphone and leap out the door. She doesn’t follow. Dazed, you walk out into the neighborhood around the apartment.

You wander around at random until you hear someone yell “Hey man, going to a slumber party?” Looking down, you realize that you left the apartment in your pajamas. Did Sarah change your clothes after she brought you home? You’re not sure how to feel about that.

What could make Sarah change so suddenly? A psychotic break? Hypnosis? ****? When you asked if she was taking ****, she didn’t say no. Block after block passes by as you ponder the problem. You think and think, but you keep drawing a blank. As you wander, you start to notice something strange going on. It starts with one woman bumping into you. She apologizes as you pass, which makes sense. But then another woman apologizes to you, for no apparent reason. Then another, and another. Now that you’re paying attention, even some of the women that don’t get near you are giving you looks. It’s not every woman, but it’s enough to be a bit unnerving.

Trying to put it out of your mind, and with the aspirin finally taking effect, you decide that it’s been long enough for Sarah to return to normal. On the way back to your apartment, you stop by a small corner shop to buy a snack for Sarah; a little peace offering. As you peruse the selection (should you get chips or cookies?), you gradually realize that the cashier is watching you. Although you aren’t the only one in the shop, the young polynesian woman at the cash register seems to be paying a disproportionate amount of attention to you. Somehow, just from looking at her, you can tell she’s a lesbian.

The thought brings your mind back to Sarah. How she looked as you fled your apartment. Breasts laid bare for you. Pale, smooth skin with a dusting of freckles. Hair unbound. Biting her lip in that way she has. Even considering the strange circumstances, she was still sexy as fuck. Your rod hardens as you browse the shop’s selection of chips. A fact that is unfortunately obvious to anyone who cares to look, as your pajamas do little to hold it in check.

Finally deciding on some sour cream & onion flavored chips (not your favorite, but Sarah likes them), you go to the cashier. She silently rings up your purchase, avoiding your gaze (and your rod) all the while. You pay for your purchase and turn away, trying to stuff the bag of chips in your pocket when you hear a sharp gasp. Turning around, you see the cashier’s face change from shocked realization to gradually dawning horror.

You can just make out. “Oh my god. I forgot… I forgot the…”

Suddenly rushing out from the front desk, she walks over and grabs you by the arm.

“I’m so sorry,” the cashier whispers frantically. “I can’t believe…”

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“The bag!” the cashier suddenly wails, bursting into tears. “I forgot to offer you a bag!”

You try to console her but she continues to sob into your arm, repeating “So stupid!” again and again. Eventually, her carrying on starts to get on your nerves.

“Is this some sort of joke? Am I on some candid camera show right now?” You look around, trying to find the hidden camera, or the person secretly videoing. “Very funny. You got me. How did you get all those women to play along? And Sarah! I’m surprised that you got her to...” You trail off as you see the look of utter shame on her face. Now that she’s out from behind the desk you get a good look at her. Dark hair set into two pigtail braids, almond shaped eyes and broad nose sit above puffy, kissable lips. The cashier’s posture draws your gaze down to the D cups straining under her uniform as she sucks in a shuddering breath. A flower tattoo peaks out from under her collar.

“Please. This is no joke. I’ll do anything you want. Just, please, forgive me.” You back away from her as she approaches you.

“Seriously, that’s enough.” You look to the other customer for backup. He frowns at you, but remains at the cash register, waiting for service.

“Come on, man,” The customer growls. “Just fuck her already. I need to get back to my car.” Backed into a corner, you can only gawk at the customer and the cashier. The young woman reaches you and presses her chest against yours, squeezing her soft mounds against you. Her tear-filled eyes turn to you.

“Please…”

“Fine! Fine. I forgive you. Is that what you want?”

“Thank you!” The young cashier scrubs away her tears, flashing you a relieved smile. You sigh in equal relief. “What can I do to make it up to you?” Her eyes drop to your still tented pajamas. You flinch as her fingers graze your tip.

“Are you serious? You want to do… that? Here?" You can't get away this time. The cashier has blocked off any escape routes and the other customer is still there, eyeballing you and tapping his foot impatiently.

“Of course,” The cashier wipes tears from her eyes and gives you an incredulous look. “It wouldn’t be a proper apology without sex.” She looks away shyly. “I’ve never been with a man before. Please be gentle.”