Chapter 3: Settling in for the Long Haul

After their initial meeting, Victoria and Danny did not see each other much at all. Maybe in passing, but that was rare. He did not notice it at first because he was busy filling out applications with a high hopes that his MBA from Harvard Business would land him a job at a prestigious firm in some big city. With his eyes filled with dreams of success and big city living, Danny was pretty much blind and lethargic for the first month he was home. Walking out of his bedroom wearing a polo and a pair of Dockers shorts, Danny walked out with confidence into the kitchen where his parents are having their breakfast. Walking over to the cupboard he grabs a bowl and then opens the pantry and finds a box of cereal. Making a bowl, he fills it with a little more milk than he needs then grabs a spoon before sitting down at the table.

Filling his mouth when the first moon called, either of his parents have said a word to him. Not really paying much mind, he swallows and is about to take another bite when his father looks at him with a stern gaze. "You know son, it has been a couple of weeks and you have not even gotten one call for an interview. Why don't you go down to the local store and put in an application for a job."

Putting the spoon in his mouth, Danny chews with a smile still firmly affixed to his face. Wanting to laugh, he knows that it is not a good idea, but the joy of such a preposterous suggestion amuses him. "Why?" He asks without a clue.

Taking a breath, Mr. Locke looks across the small table, that is up against the wall, at his wife who shrugs her shoulders and sighs. "Because while you live here you will be expected to pay $300 a month room and board and help by the food. You will also need to be paying for your own insurance on that car of yours in the driveway." He says looking back to his son.

Hearing his father's words, Danny snorts grinning. "Yeah, okay Dad."

It is the wrong reaction.

Slamming his fist into the tabletop hard making everything jump and spilling his orange juice, Mr. Locke glares at his son before pushing his chair back and storming off muttering under his breath. "Ungrateful little bastard..."

Not even phased, Danny continues to eat his cereal while his mother looks on in shock. Looking at the empty chair and the mess, she gets up and grabs paper towel and starts cleaning it up. As she does she looks at her son and talks to him. "You know Danny, your father and I worked very hard and saved to put you through college. The least you could do would be to help out while you were here."

Looking up at his mother with his spoon halfway to his open mouth, Danny said sit down into the bowl and then looks smugly at her. "A degree from Harvard will get me a job Mom. I should be getting multiple calls any day now." He says confidently.

Finishing cleaning up the mess, misses block take the dirty paper towel and deposits it in the trash can. Returning to the table she takes her seat and waits a moment before responding. "You put those applications in 3 weeks ago honey and that phone has not rang once. In that time you have done nothing but sleep in and then go hang out with your old high school friends. You haven't offered to do one chore or offer any help since you have been here. Your father is frustrated and I think it's best if you went down to that store and got a job."

Having resumed eating his breakfast, Danny is about to slurp the milk from the bowl when he said sit down with a look of indignation on his face! "That's absurd! I have offered to help out many times... it's not my fault if Dad says no."

Rolling her eyes, Danny's mother looks at her son and shakes her head. " offering to help when the job is pretty much done is not really offering honey. Look I'm going to give the manager a call and let him know that you will be down to fill out that application. I suggest you do it or you will find your bag sitting out by the front door. We did not expect you to work while you were in school because we wanted you to study hard and get good grades. Now that you are home you can start contributing or you can be on the street." She says calmly at first, but her voice stealing as she gives her little boy a very hard stare.

Knowing that look, Danny knows his mother means business as memories of quite a few in his youth come back to haunt him. Nodding his head meekly, he looks down at the bowl full of milk and pouts.

Not long after, he is walking down the sidewalk to the corner of Elliot and Main with his hands in his pockets muttering to himself. " who do they think they are... I am a Harvard business school graduate! I am to good for that little corner store." Finding a pebble on the ground in front of him, Danny's swings his dove tailed toe into it, sending it skittering across the cement. Seeing Lucky's corner store up ahead, he takes a deep breath and stiffles the urge to cry.

When he first arrived at Harvard a little over four years ago, he knew that the environment he was walking into was one of wealth and Prestige. He did not want the others knowing that he came from a working-class background so he hid it as best he could. However his stories fell on deaf ears as one look at his clothes and the car he drove gave them away. Plus his bad attempts at a wealthy sounding accent were laughed at behind his back. The only time his bullshit worked with when he went a few towns over and tried it on the local girls there which met with varying success. Most of the time they bought it because they were working or lower middle class, so to meet a guy from the prestigious Harvard was a huge win in their minds.

That all didn't matter the moment he took his pants off though. The moment of those girls saw his tiny cock they would laugh and then kick him out. Only one girl actually liked it and took his virginity for him, but on the condition that he be her baby for the night. Literally she made him wear a diaper, a bonnet, booties and mittens and then suck on her tits!

Danny found he enjoyed it quite a bit and before the end they had both agreed that maybe this is something they should do more of. That is until he actually used his diaper! It was a complete accident, but the big girl with big boobs was not impressed. It's one thing to play for fetish fun, but it is quite another when one of them starts taking their role a little too seriously!

Shaking his head away of the memory of Mommy Martha, Danny walks up the old wooden steps and pulls open the creaky screen door. Stepping inside it is just like he remembers it. The floor, ceiling, walls and shelves are all throwbacks to the 1970s. Walking up to the front counter where the cigarettes and hard liquor is located, he finds the old shopkeeper waiting for him wearing his old red and white striped apron.

"Ah, why it isn't Danny Locke! How are you doing my boy!" Lucky says with a jovel smile, his iconic beard now white with age.

Reminding him of Santa Claus, Danny looks at the old man with rosy red cheeks and smiles shyly. "Hey there Lucky, long time no see. Nice to see the old store still up and running."

"Yep, still plugging away. Still plugging away. Of course I'm getting older now and could use a little help around here. It's been a lot harder since Dorothy passed, but I manage." Old man Lucky says with a smile that nothing can ever seem to shake.

"I'm sorry to hear about Mrs Graham." Danny says offering his condolences.

"Don't be. She no longer has to suffer anymore from that cancer women get. She's in a better place now and that's all I could ever ask for." Lucky says, the love for his late wife unending.

It is truly heartwarming and something that yet again goes clear over Danny's self-absorbed head. Nodding in understanding, even if he really doesn't get it, he is quick to get back on task. "Well, you're in luck. I'm down here to see about a job. That with my degree I could really help you in the back room, running the books things of that nature." Danny says not quite grasping what old means apparently.

Laughing, the shopkeeper shakes his head. "Don't let these glasses and white beard fool you. I can still manage the books and the ordering. What I need is help out here on the floor. Stocking shelves, cleaning and helping customers."

"Isn't that a kid's job?"

And for the first time in a long time Danny watches Lucky's smile sour. "Yep, but you need a job and I need help, so either you want it or not?" The old man says tossing a spare apron over the counter.

Begrudgingly Danny takes it and puts it on.

"Good. The first thing I want you to do is walk around and learn the layout and where everything is while you sleep. After that I have a delivery that needs to get put away and out on the shelves. When you are done come see me." Lucky says then returns to what he was doing before.

Looking down at the weathered old apron he's wearing over his fine clothes, Danny reads the letters that are stylized upside down. "Hmph..."

Walking around idly, he looks at the plethora of available items seemingly placed about with no coherent sense. Unable, or unwilling, to make any sense of the organization right now, he goes off in search of a broom. Finding a push broom behind the old, oak counter, he starts pushing it up and down the aisles.

*~Dingle!~*

Walking through the door is Victoria. In need of some odds and ends, she grabs a basket then starts walking up and down the aisles.

Watching from the moment she first walked in, Danny is having trouble focusing. Blushing with the embarrassment of having to wear the apron while she is in the store, he is also drawn to her curvy frame and exquisite style of dress. With today being unusually cool for late August, she is wearing a light, yet tight, sweater and leggings. Adorning her feet are a pair strappy 4 inch heels. Watching her take her time, stopping to look at an item and decide if she wants it or not, he cannot help but stare at the planetary sized orbs stretching out her top. When she walks out of one aisle and turns to go down another he catches sight of her perky and round bottom. Extending a few noticeable inches away from her thin legs, it hovers above the floor casting a long shadow behind it.

Groaning, Danny bites his lip as he feels his member get super hard. Looking down there is not even a noticeable dent. No wonder why she ignores him, he has nothing to offer that she wants! A woman so well endowed deserves the same in return. Hating himself for lacking so much in the area that women desire, he is so busy feeling down on himself that he doesn't even notice when she makes her way towards him.

Seeing him up ahead, Victoria cannot help but smirk, again. Up until today she has always seen him wearing the finest of clothing and looking every bit a success. Looking down at his crotch, she rubs the tip of her tongue across front of her upper teeth. Stalking up to him aggressively wiggling her little hips, she revels in the firm up and down bounce of her tremendously big tits. "Hello Danny..." She says with a grin. "I never imagined seeing you working here."

Victoria is hot and is VERY well aware...

Caught off guard, Danny blushes as he feels his hard-on receipt so quickly that it nearly disappears between his legs! Turning even redder because of it, he takes a moment to collect himself. "Ah... Ah... Hey Vic. Heh heh... Yeah..." He starts off by failing miserably. Taking a sharp breath, he holds it and then exhales slowly to try and calm his fraying nerves. When he does he looks from her explosive chest to her pretty face. Pretty is not even an adequate way to describe it. Just her face alone is enough to make any man get a stiffy! "Ol' Lucky is getting up there in age and asked me personally to work for him. He says that after I spend a little bit of time out on the floor and he will show me the real meat and potatoes of the business."

"Meat and potatoes?" Victoria asks, rolling back her shoulders just a little bit. Arching a lone eyebrow, she is still smiling at him flirtatiously.

Feeling the blood flow surge to his dick, Danny feels his manhood poke out like a turtle head from its shell. "Yep, wants me to be the manager a couple of months. It's a great Resume Builder if anything. Besides I should be getting a call from any number other prestigious firms have applied to in cities all over the country. Big businesses want guys like me you know." He says now leaning on top of the broomstick and smirking right back at her.

Of course Victoria is no idiot. Being a successful business owner herself, she also knows that an MBA really means nothing without another degree to go with it. Getting a degree in business management is no different than basket weaving in the world of professionals! "Oh, I'm sure you will... I'm sure those big firms New York City are just dying to hire such a handsome devil like yourself." She says taking a step forward and then dragging a loan finger slowly down his chest.

Feeling the hairs on his arms rise, Danny gets Goosebumps. Finally figuring out that Victoria is flirting with him, Danny goes for the gold, his slice of Heaven on Earth. "So, I should be getting out of here in a few hours. How about you and me go out for dinner or something?" Keeping his eyes firmly affixed to the tip of her little nose, he feels his confidence swelling every moment she looks at him with that intoxicating smile.

Secretly, she is laughing at him. The audacity of him to ask her, of all people, out on a date!? How ludicrous! "Oh, I am sure you would enjoy that very much, but I can't tonight, sorry." Victoria says with a shake of her head and then continues on her way.

Standing there still smirking smugly like an idiot, Danny is surprised by the ruthlessness of her polite sounding rejection. When he looks for her, he finds her a couple of aisles away looking at items all over again as if the interaction never happened. When she is done shopping she walks up to the front counter and hits the bell. Setting the broom against the shelf, Danny is about to take a step to cash her out when Lucky appears from the back room and takes care of her. Pouting at a missed opportunity to re-engage with a hottest woman in town, he returns to his menial tasks.

For the rest of the day Danny sweeps, tries to help customers and stock shelves. Laughably it took him nearly three hours to put away two boxes of canned goods! Completely clueless and never having to lift a finger as a boy, his first day of work turned out to be more than he bargained for. When he left he walked down the sidewalk bitching about it. "That's a whole lot of work for a measly 9 bucks an hour!"