Another Encounter

Juan was pissed. Two other coworkers had called in sick, which meant more work for him. He didn't mind the extra hours, but he did mind how his general manger had said that he had sounded like a "nazi prison guard" when he had called for his general manger's help with a customer transaction earlier that night. He still couldn't figure out what he had meant by that, but it had sent him into a rage. Juan was channeling his anger into his work. Currently he was at his register, organizing items that customers had decided not to buy. He stared off into the large glass panels of the front of the store and into the dimly lit parking lot outside. Empty. Good, he thought, no more customers and we are closing soon.

"Don't tell me y'all are closed yet!?" He heard a pouty voice call from behind him, which startled him back to his work. He started to turn back towards the voice.

"Ma'am, I am sor-" He stopped. It was Amber. Unfortunately, she seemed all covered up. Instead of a ball cap, her hair was pulled back in a long ponytail. She wore an extremely baggy black and red hoodie. Even so, much to Juan's delight, he could still make out the outline of her enormous rack underneath. Below the waist, her thighs and legs were encased in dark red leggings, and to top it all off, she wore red Nike shoes. She must really like red, Juan thought.

Amber stuck her tongue out teasingly. "Hush Juan, you don't have anything to apologize for. I am the one coming here five minutes before y'all close." She moved forward, placing a few items on the conveyer belt. Nothing seemed to catch his eye. Eggs, oat bread, tampons, bananas, and then something did catch his eye...milking pads.Juan said nothing, instead opting to start scanning Amber's items. But he stored that information in his mind, wondering if she had gotten them for... personal use.

"Did you finish the history homework? The essay about a historical figure?" Amber asked leaning her heavy breasts into the key pad and screen.

"Uhh...yeah. I did mine about Genghis Khan." Juan continued scanning, eyeing the milking pads at the end.

Amber smiled at the shy boy in front of her. "I did mine about Joe Frazier, you know, one of the greatest heavyweights of all time?"

Juan gave her a puzzled look. "I don't know who that is..."

Amber gave a disapproving look, but then smiled. "He was infamouse for his broken rhythm and head movement. Well, you should come to my MMA gym! We talk about martial artists a lot. Plus, I train there all the time! I actually just got back." She pointed to her sweaty and flushed face and held up a pair of red MMA gloves.

"Um...maybe..." Juan wasn't sure. Him? Martial arts? It sounded like a bad joke. He kept scanning.

Amber jumped excitedly causing her chest to violently shake and Juan to blush a deep red as he saw her lewd display. "Come on darlin'! Pretty please? It might even give you some confidence to stand up to that dickhead of a boss you have."

Juan laughed,"He really is though." Amber smiled, finally getting Juan to open up a little was a great victory for her.

Juan had finally reached the milking pads. He wondered what need Amber would do with them. But he also wondered what response he could give her. His smile disappeared and he muttered his indecisiveness, much to Amber's disappointment.