Working in Free Use Pt. 3 – A Difficult Customer

After finally leaving the stockroom, I was picking out some past due avocados when a lady approached me with the typical disdain women like her had for low wage employees. She had the dyed platinum blonde hair of those 30-40ish soccer moms in the Midwest and South to her shoulder, a slight tan and the look of THAT customer we all know and love. I tried to smile. It was my first day, I had to make a good impression.

“Is there any wrong Ms? How may I help you,” I said in the fake voice of giving a shit.

“Yes finally someone around here helps me,” She said with an indignant sarcastic tone. Her attitude was a bit offputting, but I couldn’t help but notice the cleavage she had obviously fake perky tits. “Listen, buddy. Someone at this store sold me this watermelon, will you look at it.”

She grabbed a half-eaten beach ball sized watermelon out of her grocery bag. I looked at it. It looked fine, just half eaten.

“You bought it like that half-eaten?” I asked her dumbly.

“No, my family ate some but look at it!”

I tried to examine it, nothing seemed off about it.

“What about it?”

“Look how thick the rind is and how hard!” She said indignantly.

“Yes, that’s usually how you can tell a watermelon is fresh…. And a watermelon.”

“I don’t buy a watermelon for the rind buddy. This watermelon is all rind.” She explained to me like I was mentally deficient.

“Okay, well I can walk you to customer service if you don’t feel satisfied with your purchase, and they’ll give you a refund or exchange for it.”

I walked her over. She crossed her arms and looked at me like it was my fault. As we made the long walk to the customer service desk, I reached over and uncrossed her arms and took her breasts in my hands and began eating her mouth with my tongue. They were perky, they may have been real. We walked, and I lifted her shirt and hungrily sucked on her nipples. Maybe they have better plastic surgeons here, they did look natural but had a firmness that was unnatural in a woman her age. I began nursing on them in full, my hands squeezing them. She stood in front of customer service desked while I sucked and played with her tits.

“There’s always a fucking line,” she said as I was kissing her belly and worked down to her crotch. “Can’t the morons in this place just hire more people.”

I apologized for the inconvenience and began putting the lips of her pussy in my mouth. She shakily went to the desk and began complaining. “Look I want a gift card for this inconvenience.” She stuttered to say towards the CS rep as I started flicking my tongue in her.

“We can’t give you a gift card, we can only exchange the product for a similar price product.” The customer service rep had a soft calm tone tried to explain.

“Listen-“ Her complaints were stopped when I pushed her down on her knees and started to ram my dick down her throat. She gasped while I made her take the entire length down near her esophagus. The GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK noises the only thing coming out of her mouth.

I left her mouth which was clenched to my hips go, her tongue flicking at my tips as it parted her mouth. She gasped for air, her mascara now streaking her face and liquid painting the outside of her lips and chin. I picked her up and face her towards the customer service desk and placed my dick in her ass. I was carrying her back towards me leg spread out in the air with my dick in her ass and her whole body off the ground, and I bobbed her body up and down my shaft, my dick entering her tight asshole all a while she resumed her complaints.

The soccer mom continued berating the calm customer service rep while I was dangling her on my cock in the air and pushing her body up and down on my long staff. The CS rep tried to explain to her, the customer, she couldn’t get a gift card and only exchange or refund. The customer settled on a full refund of the product on her card. As the customer was done with the transaction, I was close and brought her face down towards my cock and expelled my semen into the back of her throat. I made the customer clean it sitting in the puddle of hers and mines mess in front of the customer service desk till I was limp and went back to work.

I would find out later, this disgruntled soccer mom customer didn’t keep her promise to, in her words, “never visit this shitty store” again. In fact, she came the next day I worked, and the next day I worked, and always to me first despite knowing exactly where the CS desk was. I made sure to make her experience as pleasurable as possible each time.