The Supermarket

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The rest of the day passed by very slowly. The firefighters had given them a big speech about not putting metal in the microwave, and then they were allowed back inside. The microwave, however, had been destroyed.

Nick was happy; this was the first time he could remember actually breaking the rules, and it felt quite nice. Perhaps, deep down in his core, he was a born bad boy who had been wasting his rebellious energy working in a cubicle. In all the commotion and with the loud alarm, he hadn’t even noticed that his headache had gone away completely.

The main issue he had upon returning to the office was that CJ, rather than being overjoyed that his meeting was suspended, seemed disappointed as he scrolled through strange subreddits of nude and barely clothed girls. What people did in their free time was their own business, but looking at that stuff during work was bound to get him in trouble.

“Hey, umm, CJ.” No response. “Earth to CJ. It’s Rover 1.”

“What?” CJ looked up, clearly frustrated that he had been broken out of his horny Reddit pillaging.

“Never mind. It can wait.” Nick turned toward his computer, continuing to plug in data before CJ spoke up again.

“Sorry, that was rude of me. What’s up? What did you want to talk to me about?”

Nick turned slowly toward him and asked, “How was ‘the dungeon’? Is it as bad as people say it is?”

CJ just sighed and put his phone down. He looked at Nick over his shoulder. They had been deskmates for a long time. “Nah, man. It’s actually quite wonderful.” At that, Nick felt a little bad about the whole spoon-and-microwave thing.

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On his way home that day, Nick realized that his head hadn’t hurt in a while and smiled. He had been worried he would die a painful death in which he could hardly hear himself think, but if he could die a peaceful death, where from one moment to the next he passes into the next realm like an ice cube melting into water, he would be happy. What wouldn't make him happy was getting home and finding out he had nothing in his fridge, which was, of course, the truth. So, he stopped at his local supermarket, parked the car, and made his way inside to one of the few places he truly loved.

It was a slow night at the grocery store, where three different women would soon have their lives changed forever.

The first was Rachel Simon. She was the leader of her local youth group, a proud virgin, and on that day, she was shopping with her longtime boyfriend for ingredients for chili so they could have a cook-off to raise money for a mission trip to Zimbabwe.

The second was Lexi Franklin. Lexi had graduated from college with a degree in biology, but she had grown tired of school. By the time her plan to take the MCAT rolled around, she "conveniently" missed the due date and had since resigned herself to working at the sandwich station of the supermarket until… eventually. She kept her hair up with a visor and her glasses at the pointy end of her nose.

The third was the beautiful lawyer, Anaya Alejandra. She was 50 years old, had never been married, and she kept her appearance youthful with regular Botox and expensive salon treatments. She was a bit of a local celebrity, as her legal posters could be seen all around the city.

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As soon as Nick entered, it was like a switch flicked in his head. The headache reared its nasty head and started pounding its way into Nick’s mind. “SO MUCH FOOD,” the strange voice said. Despite the pain, Nick let out a little chuckle. Looks like we’re both foodies, he thought to himself.

He mustered up all of his strength and walked through his usual aisles, grabbing what he needed. At some point, the pain was so bad he could barely see. He asked the sandwich lady for ingredients by waving his hand around non-verbally. He ended up with a pickle, ham, and cheese sandwich with barbeque sauce, lightly toasted. He bumped into a couple of people, including a lady he had seen on billboards around the city, and by the end, he was practically army-crawling back to his car. The moment he closed his door, the pain subsided and he felt okay again. *Must be my allergies*, he thought to himself.

“Did you see that guy?” asked Dane, Rachel’s longtime boyfriend. “He looked suspicious as heck. He had his jacket pulled up around his face. Weird stuff.”

“Don’t be mean,” Rachel said, slapping his arm. “We don’t know what journey he’s on. It could be completely different from our own. Let’s just remember to pray for him tonight.” She grabbed his hand and led him toward the international food section, as authentic Mexican beans were her “secret ingredient” in her chili.

As he followed behind her, he couldn’t help but stare at her perfect butt. She was conservative in her values and dress, but that didn’t stop her from wearing regular leggings, which were no match for her perfect posterior—something people often whispered about in the hallways. He was sure a number of their more adventurous classmates wished she would just loosen up so they had a chance to get a better look, touch, or even have sex with her. Good luck, he thought. He had been dating her for four years, and the furthest they’d ever gone was a make-out session where his hand managed to drop down and give her a squeeze. Afterward, they had a long talk with their pastor about the dangers of lust. She claimed the lust had clouded her judgment. Still, it had been worth it for Dane; even for a second, he had glimpsed a vision of the promised land. As they reached the beans, Rachel felt a familiar feeling return to her.

Lexi Franklin had just made the strangest sandwich of her life. If she were allowed to deny service, she would have denied that guy, who seemed like a video game NPC come to life. *Next time, I’ll just scare him off by pulling my pants down and putting something in my pussy*, she thought to himself. For longer than she would admit, it felt like a normal thought. Normally, she only let the guys she liked put something inside of her, but if she didn't like someone, she could just put something else in her favorite fuckhole. She grabbed an uncut cucumber that looked like it wouldn’t hurt too bad and placed it next to her deli knife in preparation for her next rude customer.

Anaya Alejandra didn’t need to buy anything at all. Sometimes, when her self-confidence was down, she would go to the grocery store just to be recognized by the plebeians of her community. In her heart, she felt she could have been famous in New York City. Now, she was forced to watch as younger, less educated girls became famous in seconds for livestreaming video games dressed like Goth women in short skirts. *I could do that*, she thought. Her feet gradually moved her from aisle to aisle until she found herself in front of a rack of clothes for young adults. Trendy, flashy clothes, not at all what a professional lawyer should wear. And yet, her envy brought her closer. Soon, she was holding a checkered skirt, a ripped black shirt, and mascara. Without a second thought, she headed for the changing room.

Rachel started to get worried because the international section didn’t have her usual beans. “They were right here! They’re always right here!”

Dane pretended to care. “Well, maybe they moved them or rebranded.” He picked up a random can with a cockroach on it. “La Cucaracha Beans!” He smiled. “This might be good…”

She gave him a death stare. “Cockroach beans? I might as well give up before I even start!” She collapsed onto the ground and grabbed her cross necklace. Fortunately for Dane, there weren’t many people around, so he didn’t have to worry about her making too much of a scene. He slumped down next to her and gave her a reassuring pat on the back. “It’s okay, baby. The chili is really just for show; people are going to donate money regardless.”

“Yes, but it’s not okay. These people deserve something. If only I had something they wanted other than my chili.” That’s when she had a wicked idea. She took Dane’s hand and stood up. “OK, hear me out. Chili and indulging in it is a form of gluttony, and we use that to raise money. So maybe it wouldn’t be too bad if we used another sin to raise money, especially if it’s for a good cause.”

“Yeah, so what are we gonna do? Sloth around the house for money?”

“Better,” she said with a devilish grin. “Since the moment I became old enough, people have been looking at my bottom. What if we could channel that lust into a good thing?”

“What?” Dane asked. “Like... use your butt to make money? Like a stripper?”

“Exactly,” Rachel said.

Meanwhile, Lexi was dealing with a difficult customer at the deli. “I told you already,” said the old man, “I wanted the white American cheese, not the white cheddar!”

Normally, Lexi was very good at dealing with difficult customers, but today she felt distracted. In fact, the more he yelled, the more distracted she became.

“Are you dumb? Did they not teach you the proper cheeses at sandwich school?”

“Sorry, sir,” she said submissively. She made no move to fix the sandwich; instead, her hand grabbed the cucumber and placed it between her legs, shifting it back and forth.

“Are you gonna start remaking my sandwich or what? And I expect that one for free!”

“Of course, sir,” she said through moans as she continued to work, the cucumber between her legs.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m being a bad girl,” she said. “Keep telling me how I’m being a bad girl.”

The 50-year-old lawyer stepped out of the dressing room with heavy makeup, her hair in pigtails, and a skirt so short you could see the cellulite on her upper thigh. She looked like a teenage wet dream, and she felt sexy. She walked out into the main store where eyes instantly locked onto her. She savored every look. A casual squeeze of her chest or bending down to get an object off a low shelf left spectators staring. Eventually, one of the shelf-stockers approached her. “Sorry, this sounds weird, but you look exactly like Anaya Alejandra from those billboards.”

His recognition made her gush and giggle as she grabbed his arm. “Oh my gosh, I love meeting fans!”

Rachel had managed to turn the international section into a makeshift photo studio. She turned around, the curve of her butt cheeks subtly outlined by her yoga pants. “OK, my plan is that we get a couple of cheesecake shots of me bending over,maybe giving my bottom a smack, and we get twelve so we can make a calendar!”

Dane nodded like an idiot, his mind lost in the possibilities. “How about one like this?” she said, grabbing the shelf and looking over her shoulder. Dane took the picture. “Or like this…” she said, fully bending over and grabbing her ankles. Dane tried his best to hide his growing arousal as his Christian girlfriend continued to debase herself. “Do you think these will sell?” she asked innocently, now on all fours with her back arched.

“Uhh, yeah. I think so.”

“You *think* so?!” She stood up, genuinely offended, and walked right up to his face. “I’m flaunting what many have told me is my best asset, and you only *think* it’s going to sell?” She grabbed both sides of her pants and, after a struggle, pulled them down to reveal her glorious butt cheeks. She looked like a porn star, even with her yellow panties and sweatshirt on. “There!” she said, grabbing her panties and pulling them up into a wedgie to emphasize her ass. “Now, we will sell for sure!”

Lexi had been grabbed by her manager, Tom, and taken to the break room alongside the mean older gentleman. Tom wanted to avoid a lawsuit at all costs.

“I don’t know what kind of store you’re running, but that kind of behavior simply will not do!” the old man shouted.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Tom said. “We believe she’s having a mental health crisis.”

Lexi was offended; she knew she was smart as a whip. She crawled onto the desk between the two men and started taking off her pants again. “Will one of you two please just fuck me already!” She wasn't wearing panties.

The angry man spoke first. “Is this some kind of negotiation tactic, Tom? You want me to have sex with this young tart and forget any of this happened?”

Tom looked from Lexi to the man and said, “Well… is it working?”

“It sure is! You got yourself a deal.” They shook hands and laughed.

“I guess I should leave you to it,” Tom said, starting to leave, but the old man put his hand up.

“Come here, young fella. She’s got two holes for a reason.” Tom considered it, shrugged, and walked over to her. Lexi had no idea what was going on; she just knew she was horny as she flipped onto her back and eagerly let herself be used. She had never been so happy.