While I was going to college, I had a part-time job at a local “mom-and-pop” retail shop. They sold a bit of everything, but in the later hours of the day, we mostly did movie rentals.
My first few months working there were pretty nondescript. I didn’t particularly like the job and I felt like I didn’t really belong there. As the months went on, there was quite a bit of employee turnover, and I very quickly became the veteran employee on the late shift.
After I graduated college, there were very few opportunities that presented themselves. So, I stuck around at the shop and the owner offered me a newly created “night manager” position. I readily accepted it as it was better than any of the limited job offers that had presented themselves.
The owner seemed to fill many of the job openings with very attractive girls in their late high school years.
The first of which was Jennifer, or Jenny. The first time that I saw her, I thought that she was quite attractive. Then she started to talk.
She was a total bitch. She thought that she was better than everybody else, and she wasn’t afraid to flaunt it. I hoped that she would quickly wash out and be gone, but there was no such luck. She stuck around for quite a long time and I detested working with her.
My friend, Tim, would quite often meet me at work and we would go out after I closed the shop. After the first time that he had encountered Jennifer, he boasted that she was really cute. He added that she acted like such a bitch and that he wanted to “hatefuck” her.
While I wasn’t really familiar with that term, I certainly understood what he meant by that. Since I had to deal with her several times a week, it was a little bit more on the hate side of the equation for me.
It was perhaps a month later when our next new employee arrived. Her name was Jill. When I found out that she was Jenny’s friend, I expected the worst.
When she arrived, I was pleasantly surprised to find this ravishing girl with curly blonde hair. She was absolutely stunning, and I found her to be rather enjoyable to be around.
For a considerable amount of time, Jenny and Jill were the two employees that mainly worked with me on weeknights and weekends.
Things began to change on a particular weeknight when Jenny and I were running the front of the store. It was a very busy night for movie rentals and customers were continually lined up at the checkout.
We used a “tag system” for our movie rentals so that the customers didn’t just steal the videos off of the shelves. If a movie was available, it had a tag placed in front of it. The customer then brought the tag to the checkout, and we pulled the video out of a library located behind the counter.
The library was pretty close quarters, but when customers were getting impatient it wasn’t uncommon for two of us to squeeze into the same section at once. Since all of the newer movies were placed into the same section, that was generally where we needed to pull most of the movies from.
I can still vividly recall this particular moment. Jenny and I were in the same section pulling videos. I usually made a noise of some type or said “behind you” so that the other person didn’t turn around and trip over me. Despite the fact that I did so, Jenny turned around and bumped into me. As she did, she mashed one of her breasts into me. I am pretty sure that my eyes lit up because she immediately smiled and then went on her way.
Jenny was a tiny, little thing. She was probably 5’ 2”, and fairly petite. She did, however, have breasts that were probably a smaller-sized C-cup. That, combined with the fact that she generally wore a push-up bra, meant that they stuck out significantly.
She had long, dark brown hair that traveled halfway down her back, as well as piercing blue eyes. We had a dress code at work, so she generally wore a blouse and a skirt of some proper length, or occasionally a dress.
Although, we had never bumped into each other in the prior months. She bumped into me several times that night in much the same way. It was obvious that she was attempting to torment me. I had to walk away several times to “cool off” as my mind drifted to thoughts other than work.
This soon became a regular occurrence between Jenny and me. Whenever we worked alone, she would brush against me as much as she could.
I knew that she wasn’t interested in me. She disliked me as much as I did her. She was only doing it to get me aroused. Sometimes, she would glance at my crotch and smirk or scoff. It was apparent that she knew just how easily she could push my buttons.
On one particular Saturday night, I worked with both Jill and Jenny. It quickly became obvious that Jenny had told Jill about how she would tease me. Suddenly, both of the girls were rubbing up against me almost continuously.
I lost all control of myself. Jill, in particular, made me run to the back to hide my arousal on multiple occasions. I even had to sneak off to the restroom several times to “rub one out” in order to get my cock under control.
This scene played out many times over several months. I think that she finally got bored with teasing me, because eventually, it slowed down considerably, although it never completely stopped.
Then, on one particular Friday night, we were training a new girl, Ashley. Jenny and Jill had already graduated high school and were approaching their first year of college, so we were getting one person ready to fill in for them. Ashley didn’t have her own car yet, so her mom had stopped in before closing to let her know that she was waiting in the parking lot.
As we got ready to lock the door, I told Ashley that she could go and that Jenny and I would finish closing up. I did this occasionally if one of the other employees was in a hurry, although it usually prompted an argument with the other one that didn’t get to leave early.
Jenny and I pulled out the cash drawers and headed to the storeroom. I carried them to the back and put them away. As I turned, Jenny was crowded next to me, and my arm slid across her breasts. She just stood there staring at me.
“What are you doing? Get out of the way!” I barked.
She continued to stare at me for a bit before saying, “I was just making sure that you put them away correctly.”
Eventually, she moved away. But nearly the same sequence played out as I went to the breaker box and turned the lights off.
That time, she didn’t step away, though. She crowded forward until she was so close that her breasts were poking me in the chest.
“Alright, that’s enough of the games. Cut it out and let’s get out of here,” I commanded.
Jenny started laughing, “Or what? You aren’t going to do anything, except maybe get a boner!”
She stared at my crotch. Although my cock wasn’t fully erect, it was obvious that it wasn’t soft either.
“Maybe you should sneak off to the bathroom and…”
Jenny made the typical “jacking-off” motion.
At that point, I was actually getting embarrassed. Although I knew that she was aware that she was getting me aroused. I didn’t think that she knew that had to resort to masturbation.
My cheeks turned bright red, and I really didn’t know what to say.
“Shut up, Jen!” I shouted.
She scoffed at me once again. Then she nudged my crotch with her hand and said, “You’re pathetic.”
That was all of her taunting that I could take. I unzipped my pants and then directed her to her knees.
“Yeah, I know how to shut your big, fucking mouth!” I exclaimed.
As I maneuvered my cock through the fly of my pants, she was waiting with her mouth open as it arrived. She started to suck on it, but I quickly grabbed her head and forced my cock to the back of her throat.
I made her gag several times before saying, “You are fucking terrible at this.”
It wasn’t a lie; she wasn’t very good at it.
I pulled Jenny to her feet and directed her against the wall. She braced herself with both hands as I unbuckled my belt and let my pants drop to my ankles. I walked up behind her and yanked her skirt up, revealing a pair of pink, cotton, thong panties.
I attempted to tear them off of her, but the seams were too strong. Instead, I just yanked her backward slightly as my fingers tore through the fabric.
I pulled the now-mangled panties down to her knees and with little hesitation drove my cock into her noticeably wet pussy. She made an uncomfortable gasp. It was obvious that I was larger in some way than her boyfriend was.
Jenny had the same boyfriend the entire time that we worked together. He seemed like a complete douchebag. They were a perfect couple.
“Is that a little bit bigger than your boyfriend's is?” I taunted, putting extra emphasis on the “boy” part.
“No, his is a lot bigger than yours, actually,” she groaned.
It was obvious that she was lying. If it had been anybody else, I would have given them time to adjust. Instead, I grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard and fast. She was trying to play it cool, but her moans and tensed-up fingers gave her away.
I would love to pretend as if I gave her a marathon performance, but the excitement of the moment as well as Jenny’s tight, wet, little pussy got the best of me.
It was mostly a blur. The next thing that I knew I was cumming inside of her. I panicked for a second until I remembered how she always left her birth control pills on the counter. It was still reckless of me, but I was also confident that there was no danger of catching anything from her either.
I backed away from her slowly.
“Your boyfriend can clean up my mess later,” I chirped as I started to redress.
Jenny kept her back turned to me as she pulled up her mangled panties and tried to straighten her skirt. We didn’t speak again or even look directly at each other as we finished closing the store. I think that we both regretted getting involved with one another.
The following several days, I was quite nervous. I feared that she would regret our encounter so much that she would report it to my boss, or worse. It was certainly the most aggressive encounter that I had experienced at that point in my life.
I worked with her once the following week. Although she wasn’t standoffish toward me, she wasn’t flirtatious either.
Two weeks later, I worked on a Saturday night with both Jill and Jenny. I was relieved that they were up to their old tricks. As much as it tormented me, any time that beautiful, young women want to rub their breasts against me, I am generally fine with it.