I did my job

He took a breath, then asked, "You ehm... work here every night?"
I smiled and nodded, "Yes, well, except for most Mondays and Tuesdays."
He grabbed the bagged bottle and smiled nervously, "You're nicer than the other girls." Then quickly turned and headed for the exit, "See ya!"
"Thanks," I said, "See ya."

As I put his money in the till, I realised I had forgotten to give him his $5 change. I put it in my purse with the intention to give it to him later. I went back to the fridge and continued the cleaning. When I was almost finished with the last one, I heard someone coming in.

"Hey Lisa," I heard John calling out, "where you at?"
I stood up and looked in the direction of the door to the back, "Cleaning the fridges, almost done."
"Great job," he said as he approached me.
After finishing the last shelf and finally the door, I closed the fridge and got ready to pick up the bucket. He grabbed my hips as I bent over and thrust his groin against my bottom, "Such a fine ass you have, Lisa."
"Thanks, I guess," I said and he ground his member against me. I felt one of his hands move up along my side towards my breast, "I better clean this up, John."
"Ehm... Yeah, yeah, okay," he said and I stepped out of his grasp, then headed into the back.
I emptied the bucket in the sink and heard the register print out the totals for the night. I washed my hands and returned to the store.
"Not a bad night, eh?" he said when he saw me.
I shrugged, "It was okay."
"As long as you don't get too bored," he said, "it's hard enough to get someone for the nights."
I shook my head, "No, it's fine. See you tomorrow." I grabbed my purse and moved away from behind the counter. He gave my ass a quick grope before I headed to the exit.
"See you tomorrow, Lisa," he said while I closed the door.

It wasn't far to my home, but I didn't like to go to work on foot in the dark. I wouldn't have minded to walk back though, the mornings were usually nice in Sandy Shores. As I got inside my trailer I went onto my knees in the kitchen, reached inside the far back of one of the cupboards and got my little safety box out, put my money inside and placed it back. Carefully placing the pots and pans back on top and in front of it. Then I got up, went to the bedroom and took off all my clothes, then took a quick shower.

When I got out while still drying myself, I went back to my bedroom and sat down. As I looked down between my legs, an idea struck me. I went back into the shower and carefully shaved my sex completely. I used my hand mirror to check the results and giggled soft, while I didn't prefer to be shaven, I knew a lot of guys liked it. I plucked a stray hair and went to the bedroom. I dug in the drawer of my night stand and found the body oil I was looking for. Carefully I applied it to my bare snatch, rubbing it carefully over my folds and every bit around them. I moaned soft, it felt great. My fingers ended on my nub, sending delicious jolts of pleasure through me. I lay back, spreading my legs while rubbing a little more oil onto my sex. I traced three fingers along my folds, while I rubbed my clit with my other hand. My hips began to gyrate as my arousal built rapidly. While this was great, I wanted more and reached into the drawer, fumbled around until I felt my trusty vibrator. I turned it on at a relatively low speed and dragged it between my folds while I moved a finger back onto my clit. As I rubbed my nub I slowly pushed the vibrator into my entrance, letting its tip send wonderful vibrations through my pelvic muscles before pushing it further into me. I started to make small thrusts into me with it and soon enough I was rocking my hips in delight and moaning loud. Within moments I came, shudders coursing from my hips up into my body, the waves of my climax overtaking me as my body jerked in pleasure. Then I fell limp and slowly dozed off with the hum of the vibrator in the background.

I woke up with a jolt a little later, the vibrator had slipped out of me and was still humming. I turned it off, then wiped it clean with my towel and put it back in the drawer. I also wiped the excessive oil from my sex along with some of my juices, then put on a pair of white cotton panties and went to bed again. I smoothed them over my sex and shuddered softly, it certainly felt differently, but definitely not in a bad way. I fell asleep again moments later.

I woke up again early in the evening, the sun was setting and spreading a reddish glow into the bedroom. I was still a little sleepy while I reached into the fridge for a can of Sprunk. The cool air stiffened my nipples and I groaned as I discovered it was time to do some shopping. I quickly slipped on a black tank top, a black cotton skirt, and a pair of black worn down pumps. I took my purse from my night stand, then after locking my trailer got in my car and drove off to 24-7.

The owner greeted me friendly -as he always did- and I wondered if the guy ever slept. No matter what time I came in to get something, he was always there. Or maybe he had an identical twin. I stacked two 6-packs of Sprunk on the counter, got some frozen dinners, some bread and a few other items. I checked out the magazines behind him and asked for the new issues of "Stars Talk", "Pussy Cat", "Lady Garden" and "Broad", which he promptly added to my pile of groceries. Then when I asked for a pack of condoms, I felt a hand on my ass and a rough voice saying, "Hmmm, I'd like a piece of that."
I turned around and as he spotted the box of condoms being placed on the counter he laughed, "Oh you are getting ready for some action, I see."
The guy -probably late 30's or early 40's- was wearing a tank with the "Penetrators" logo on it. I shrugged, "None of your business." And turned back to wait for the owner to ring up the total.
"You know," he whispered close to my ear while I felt his hand slip under my skirt searching for my pussy, "I can give you plenty of action." Then he curled a finger against my crotch, causing me to gasp. I wanted to turn around, but he held me by my hips. "Don't turn," he whispered and my breathing quickened from fear. He dragged his finger back onto the crack of my ass, then slipped it forward again which made me tremble involuntarily. "Hmmm, you like that, don't you?" he whispered as he dragged his finger back again, "I'll see you outside." I felt his hands leave my body and watched him leave the store.
I took a deep breath as I watched the owner putting my purchases in bags. After I paid for them, he helped me carry the bags to my car, where I found the "Penetrators" guy leaning against the driver's side door. I opened the trunk and placed the bags inside, the owner of the 24-7 did the same with the rest.
The owner went back inside while glancing at the guy for a moment, saying, "Until next time." I knew I couldn't count on any help from the store owner, his tendency not to get involved in other people's problems kept him relatively free from robberies.
"Thanks!" I replied and after I had closed the trunk, I put my hand in my purse, wrapping my fingers around the grip of my gun.
"Do you mind?" I said rather firmly as I went to towards the front, still staying away from him at an arm's length distance.
He chuckled, "What if I do?"
As I pulled the gun from my purse he laughed, "You're not going to use that with the cops a block away. Give me your keys and get in the car."