Hiding under the cash register, ogling Vince’s crotch as he spoke to nosey Ms. Richmond wasn’t the worst way for Charlie to spend the eve of Christmas Eve.
“Where is the Missus?” Ms. Richmond asked. “I haven’t been seeing her.”
“Left two days ago to visit family,” Vince said with a smile, complimenting Perry Como’s Home for the Holidays, murmuring through the establishment’s speakers.
“So you’re alone during the holidays? I’m confused because her car’s outside.”
“Her brother gave her a ride.”
The conversation soon ended, and the door jingling open and closed signaled that Charlie could abandon cover, but she didn’t. The rumour-spreading sow could tap back. Nothing more than harmless flirtations; however, idiots always took village roads and carved them into highways. His wife, the insolent bitch, became snippier with Charlie and Vince due to Ms. Richmond’s putrid word. Her loose lips were also the reason Charlie discovered Vince had been returning fire at his wife recently. Good for him, Charlie thought.
Truthfully, mutual attraction existed, but Vince’s marriage cockblocked. Granting him joyful banter on her rare appearances acted as a mere consolation prize.
Plus, she elevated his dopamine plenty prior to Ms. Richmond’s arrival. Dropping the batteries she came for, plus foregoing panties, equaled Charlie flashing her bountiful, chocolate buns, filling Vince’s spank bank for the year’s final weeks. His theatrical chest clutching and stumbling had her dashing toward him and apologizing profusely.
“How long’s she away for?” Charlie asked as Vince eased off the register, allowing her to scooch forward and crawl before kneeling.
“Until January,” he replied, looking down at her and she, up at an impressive bulge. Only then did she realize that the hoodie rolled to her waist as she crawled out, re-exposing her plump booty. She was so entranced by his dark, rugged demeanour that her semi-nude state slipped by. No apologies, though, because she was not sorry.
Undoubtedly, the visual awakened the entrapped python ahead of her. She thought of his deep, sexy laugh from earlier, after the faux heart attack and how relief gusted through her. Too bad Ms. Richmond’s incoming approach ruined the moment, causing Charlie’s sudden concealment at the time. The risk of further kindle being added to the rumourous flames wasn’t worth it.
“Shit,” she said, “your cameras.”
“They stopped working for years now,” Vince said in a lower pitch.
Silence between them sang but sans the awkward notes.
Charlie started to unbuckle him, which he interrupted, jogged to the door, locked it and put up the closed sign – switched the lights off, too. Fuck an interruption. Good, because Charlie needed a nut. The vibrator she plucked from her pocket and filled with fresh batteries confirmed it.
Vince returned and led her toward the freezer section, which shone the most indoor light. As soon as he turned, Charlie grabbed his face, and they kissed passionately for a few seconds before he spun her to back him.
“Wait,” Charlie said timidly, wiggling her buttocks. “Suppose your brother-in-law decides to pop by?” She angled the vibrator against her clit.
“Ain’t happening,” Vince said, wringing her left arm behind her back. “He returned his key after getting another job.”
Her newly refueled toy overachieved, and the smacks he served to each gelatinous cheek were a welcome seasoning.
“I needed this,” Charlie hissed.
“Nah, I need this.” Vince focused on her thick bottom as he dropped his pants and stroked himself. “I’ll have to teach you a lesson for flashing all that ass around here.”
“Teach me.”
Vince wrapped an arm around her neck. “Keep running your vibrator.”
With his manhood nestled in her crack, the vibe continued its contribution until a shuddering orgasm depowered her legs for a nanosecond.
“Toot ya ass out better,” Vince commanded.
Right as she got into perfect position, Vince breached her folds and ground her cunt as the buzzing toy refused to give quarter. Again and again she came, rolling her bubble butt against his pelvis.
“Oh my Gaw-haw-hawd,” Charlie cried, eyes rolling toward her forehead. “Fill me up.”
Vince then pounded valiantly, until the applause ceased, and his barbaric growl made her cum again as shotgun bursts of semen flooded her interior.
Post-coitus, Vince donated a pack of wet wipes and showed her the rear exit. Gleefully waddling, she departed, entered her car parked at the end of the street – leaking onto the seats instead of using the damn wipes – then drove home. So much for masturbating in the car after. Pity, given that was why she “forgot” to wear panties. Oops.
Charlie awoke Christmas Eve, yawning and cussing since her last memory replayed an active vibrator. Bah humbug.
As she drove to the store for batteries again and stopped in traffic, she checked her messages. The content chilled her blood straight to sub-zero. She dialed a number.
“Hey, Charlie,” answered a female voice.
“Girl, what are these messages about Vince’s wife?”
“Situation’s a whole damn mess. Her brother called me last night, asking if I saw his sis since the nineteenth, and I told him I only saw Vince at their store. Weird for Christmas, right?”
Didn’t he take her to visit family two days ago? Oh my God.
“So yeah,” the young lady continued, “apparently, she gave him keys to the store and house unbeknownst to Vince. He checked their place when he knew Vince wouldn’t be there and hit the business early before Vince would arrive. That’s when…”
White noise filtered over the woman’s speech, with key phrases surviving like, “found in a backroom freezer”, “she fixed the cameras” and “Vince is missing.”
“Charlie?”
“Sorry, um, we’ll talk later.” Charlie ended the call.
With her first stop cancelled, she redirected to her second, which now escalated into an emergency first.
The pharmacy.
