Bonus Chapter - Quick Tip

The parking lot of the strip mall gave me an uneasy feeling. I knew I should’ve come before sundown, but it’d taken me all afternoon to work up the guts. Seeing as I was too chicken to park right next to the shop, I had to scurry across the dark, empty lot into the fluorescent glow spilling through the shop windows onto the sidewalk. Fuck me, I was actually going to do this.

Everyone at school knew the rumors about the sandwich girl. She allegedly used to go to our school. When I was a freshman, some of the seniors talked about knowing her before she graduated. Some of them even claimed to have gone and seen her. I’m not sure if I really believed any of them, but I’d always been curious. Always wanted to find out for myself.

Find out if what they say about her is true.

I winced at the loud two-tone doorbell as I pushed my way inside. I was hoping I’d be late for the dinner rush while not being too close to closing time, and I let out a tense breath as I saw there were no other customers. I spotted her immediately, her hair as purple as they said, contrasting with her orange work polo as she hunched over a mop. “You’re early” she said.

I opened and closed my mouth. “Um, oh?”

She looked up at me with a blank expression, but her eyes crinkled wryly as she took in my appearance, her gaze pausing on the school hoodie I wore. “What, you here for dinner?” She looked back down at her work. “Or did you just want a quick service?”

I must be imagining things, because I swear she wiggled her butt at me after that last question. “I, uh…”

“It’s forty.”

“What?”

“Forty bucks.” She looked over her shoulder at me, and I know she wiggled her butt this time. “Cash.”

My mouth was dry, and my dick strained against my jeans. I swallowed and reached into my pocket, pulling out my wallet and removing a twenty and two tens.

She chuckled and licked her lips as she snatched the cash out of my hand and pocketed it. She leaned her mop against a table and beckoned me to follow. “C’mere. C’mon, don’t be shy.”

My heart pounded in my chest as I followed her across the dining area to the little nook where the garbage cans were. I looked over my shoulder and saw we were out of sight of the windows. When I looked back in front of me, she was holding her polo up with one hand, and my jaw dropped at the sight of her bare tits.

“Why you so shy, kid? Don’t you like boobs?” She smirked at my frozen gape. With her free hand she grabbed my wrist and placed my palm right on her chest.

My hand almost reflexively squeezed, and I groaned with lust as I felt her hard nipple rub against my palm. She laughed and chided me, “c’mon, you gonna beat off with that other hand or what?”

I tried to process what she meant. I apparently took too long, since she sighed and shook her head, grabbing my other hand and twisting around. She wrapped my arms around her, one hand still groping her tit while she pushed the other down against her crotch. Her ass grinded against my hard dick, and I moaned into her ear, which just made her laugh again.

“You like that, kid? You don’t need to hold back, y’know.” She reached down and started unbuttoning her pants. “Squeeze that titty. Get your money’s worth.”

My white hot lust finally overcame my virgin shyness. My hand clamped down hard on her tit, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as she groaned and pulled her pants down over her hips. Now her bare ass was against the front of my jeans, and my other hand was buried in her bush, finding her wetness and sinking into it.

“There ya go, kid. That’s what you were looking for when you came here, right?” She was practically writhing against me, the rougher my hands were against her tender, sensitive parts the sluttier her motions became. Her groans rose in pitch until she was almost whimpering.

I couldn’t help but say “oh shit” as her hands reached behind her and deftly undid my fly. She shifted a bit in the small space we shared, bending over the trash can and presenting her wet pussy to me. My dripping precum was inches away from her dripping girljuices.

“C’mon kid.” She reached behind her and spread her cheeks, opening her shining lips. “Don’t you want a taste of the sandwich girl?”

I gasped, my hips thrusting forward almost by instinct. I felt her heat first, then her wetness, and then the tight grip of her entrance around my throbbing head, sweet as sugar. Too sweet. I cried out, my hips jerking backwards, cum shooting out of my tip and over her creamy asscheeks. Trembling, moaning, I jerked myself through the strongest orgasm of my life, too blown away to be ashamed of my quick shot.

When I finally finished, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at me, pulling her pants up over her cum-covered ass without a care in the world. “Thanks for the tip, kid.” She looked like she was about to say something else, when a voice came calling out from the back of the shop.

“Hey! Dummy! You finish cleaning yet?”

Her face changed in a flash. The wry confidence melted away, her eyes became unfocused, and her cheeks flushed deeply. She took a shallow trembling breath and called back “not yet, boss.”

“What?!” There was a banging noise. “You get your lazy ass back here and apologize right now! You’re gonna be the one that needs cleaning up when I’m done with you!”

A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth, and her breaths became heavy. “Right away boss.” She gave me one last look in the eye, then looked down at the floor, her smile finally breaking through as she trudged to the back of the shop and out of my sight.

I stood there by the garbage can, dripping dick hanging limply out of my open fly. I couldn't believe it. The sandwich girl was real. I touched her titty. I stuck my dick in her. I can still see the gleam of the fluorescent light shining on her bare ass as I came over it.

I need to scrape together another forty bucks. Quick.