Short king

It was another slow and boring night at work. My place of employment was at my local 7-11 store. I’d been working here for six months now. I was currently tagging prices on clearance items. I looked at the time on my watch, another half an hour left until midnight, then my shits ends.

I needed to be up for college tomorrow, bright and early for class. It was gonna suck!

I needed this job to pay my rent to a crappy apartment a few blocks from here. I was already in debt for my tuition fees, my parents helped pay a small amount but I had to try and pay the rest. This was the best job I was qualified for.

“Ahem!” Someone clearing their throat behind me. I turned and looked up at a blonde woman, in designer clothes and wearing sunglasses. She towered over my 5ft 4inch frame. I had to guess she was about 5ft 10inches. She looked down her glasses at me, clearly showing she was annoyed.

“Do you work here?” She said in an arrogant tone. Could she not see I was in the standard store uniform, my name badge pinned to my chest. It read ‘John’.

“Erm…yes.” I said softly.

“Good. Where’s your toiletries?” Still in an arrogant tone. Like she was better than everyone else.

“Erm… two aisles down. You went past them on the way here.” I pointed to my left.

She sighed heavily and shook her head and left to the soles I pointed her to, she didn’t even thanks me.

I have always been shy and lacking in confidence. It’s all been due to my height. The average woman could look like a giant stood next to me. I continued with my job, pricking up the products.

I could hear that same woman around the corner as she belittled the staff meme we working the till tonight. I poked my head around the corner to see the commotion. I noticed that she was wearing a pair of heels that gave her a couple of extra inches of height, I wish I could do that without being judged. She was speaking in a heated manner to the till worker.

“I mean what kind of place is this, I can’t believe you don’t stock what I need. I have to make do with this.” She slammed a deodorant can on the counter. “I’ve got a hot date, and I didn’t want to smell like your average bimbo. If he gets turned off by this, I’ll make a complaint to your manager.”

She paid for her product and promptly left the store.

I felt sorry for the till worker having to hear all that shot from the rude blonde. Working on my shift with me tonight was Elizabeth. She was taller than me Ofcourse. She had a plump body, with long black hair to the bottom of her back, that would some times hide her face. She always seemed to have an apathetic facial expression. Dark circles under her eyes from a lack of sleep, but they had a gorgeous blue hue about them.

I came up to her. Even in her unflattering uniform I could still make out her curvy figure. I felt my dick twitch in my pants.

“Are you ok Elizabeth?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” She said in a drab and monotonous voice. “And call me Liz, remember. Only my mother calls me Elizabeth.”

“Sorry.” I whispered.

When my shift finally ended. I was met outside with Liz.

“Safe journey.” She then turned to walk away from the store, probably back to her home.

“You-you too.” I choked out. Not wanting to look if she heard me, I turned in the opposite direction back to my apartment. It didn’t take long to reach my home and get inside. All I wanted to do right now was sleep. But my cock had other ideas. Despite being spoken to like trash by the blonde and with the image of Liz’s voluptuous body in my mind. I wanted to masturbate. I thought of the blonde, who was actually hot when I think about it, and I also thought of liz. I wanted to know what was under her uniform, how big her tits were. Even though I was short, my penis on the other hand was large. Over seven inches with an impressive girth.

Not many girls knew of this though, as they judged me and my sexual prowess from my lack of height. I came to thought of having sex with Liz and the blonde. Then fell asleep for the a new day.