My name is Mandy, and I don't know how else to put it, but I love sex, a lot! I just turned sixteen this past month, and it's been an eye-opening rollercoaster for me.
I'm pretty much your all-American girl. 5'6" tall, about 120 pounds with dirty blond hair, a super cute butt, and a very lean body thanks to being a cheerleader plus playing volleyball and swimming for my high school. You could say I take great care of myself. I'm super outgoing, some will call me more flirty than anything else.
But my best asset by far is my tits! 34D cup is my bra size - I can thank Mom's side of the family for that. I developed early and it was amazing all the attention I got from boys and even some girls! So needless to say, I got asked out a lot. Every boy, it seemed, was dying to get into my bra - well, my girls do love attention. Even gave a couple of BJ's, which I found out I loved doing. Something about holding a nice throbbing dick in my hands or my mouth; I soon discovered I was good at it! You could say I love giving BJs more than anything else - guess I'm a very oral girl.
But I haven't found the right guy to take my little cherry yet.
So during my summer break, I turned sixteen and the next day, my parents were bugging me to get a job. Nothing like full-time or anything like that, just something to build my confidence and work effort, they said. I wasn't thrilled about it.
The next few days, I looked online for a job, but nothing sounded exciting. Even the ones I applied to didn't write me back. Then I saw this one posting that captivated my attention. Women needed for small local business, great pay plus tips paid out daily. I thought this sounded interesting, so I filled out a questionnaire they had. At the very end before submitting, they wanted a body pic. I thought it was odd, but I didn't care because I got a killer body!
About an hour later, I got a phone call, and when I answered it, I could tell it was an older guy on the other end. He asked for Mandy and then introduced himself as Mr. Jackson and he was responding to my job application. I could immediately tell he was a man who was very confident just in how he was speaking, which was kind of sexy.
We talked for a few minutes about my lack of job history and what school activities I participated in. I asked him what exactly is the job I applied for. He informed me that he was the owner of Juggs Coffee and if I ever heard of it. Heard of it, omg, who in this state hasn't heard of Juggs coffee? It's a local coffee place in the town next to where I live.
But what it's famous for isn't the coffee - it's the topless girls that make and serve it.
My mouth flew open when he said that. As I tried to ask some questions about the job, I could tell he wasn't in the mood for it. He just told me to show up tomorrow at 10 am for an interview; if I was interested, I'd be there, if not, he'd understand. With that, he hung up, and I sat on my bed in total disbelief what the conversation we just had.
The rest of the day, I spent my time weighing the pros and cons of it. That whole night, I just lay in bed thinking about walking around topless to a bunch of older guys, and to be honest, it excited me a lot.
Waking up the next day, I decided to give it a shot. At least I could tell people I once got an interview at Juggs. Mr. Jackson told me to dress casually, so after jumping out of the shower I changed into a matching white panty and bra set, the panties being a high French cut style, not a thong but pretty close, and a push-up bra for my girls. I slipped on blue jeans and a white midriff to show off my tight tummy. Then after painting my toenails, I got my open-toe sandals, put my shoulder-length hair into a bun, and applied some ruby red lip gloss, maybe a couple of coats. I thought I looked sexy and very casual at the same time.
After making the thirty-minute drive to Juggs, I was surprised at how much traffic they had at 10 am. It's not a big building at all, just enough for making coffee and some storage. Its main business was the drive thru which had about ten cars in line. It also had a walk-up window but no indoor seating or anything like that. Guess they didn't want the pervs to linger all day there.
Standing in the outside line behind four guys, all much older than me. I could hear them saying lewd stuff about their server to which I just blushed. When I was finally ready to be waited on, a very pretty girl named Amber came up to me.
"What can I get you, hun?" she said.
At that moment, I forgot why I was there. Amber had to be in college, having a very toned and tight body, a brunette with a lovely smile, and her tits, which had to be B cups, just swayed as she leaned over to talk to me. I had kissed a few girls before, but at that moment I wanted to make out with her. She was stunning.
It was a few moments before I finally spoke, and she smiled the whole time understanding my predicament. I babbled something about an interview with Mr. Jackson, my mind all over the place now.
Amber said, "That's wonderful, come to the side door and I'll let you in."
Upon entering I took a quick look around the whole kitchen area which wasn't that big, might get like seven or eight people in it, max. Amber reintroduced herself and showed me to the back storage room, a locker room for the girls to change, and an office in which the door was closed.
Amber said, "Mr. Jackson is doing another interview right now so I can just grab a seat and wait for him when he's ready."
Waiting there, I watched the girls, all very sexy and topless, only with a thong and heels on. There were only four working and they seemed to be moving so effortlessly around the kitchen. Occasionally one bumped into another and a quick spank or little touch would happen between them. I thought of Amber giving me a spank as I served coffee, omg I could feel my kitty waking up!
Suddenly the Manager's door opened and a cute little Asian girl left, hanging her head not wanting anyone to look at her.
Another minute went by and Mr. Jackson came out. Let's just say he was not what I was expecting at all. This huge tall dark figure cames out of the office. Quickly I looked him over. He was this tall masculine Black man in his forties with some grey in his hair, about six foot, no doubt he worked out a lot, maybe even played football in college or something like that in his past. To me, he was very intimidating.
He stared down at me and said, "Come in, Mandy, let's start the interview."
I nodded my head and followed him in. The voice alone, his tone gave me goosebumps.
We were seated in chairs across from each other in this tight room. I was just in awe of how big and muscular he was, he had on jeans and a polo shirt that looked like his biceps were going to rip in half.
He told me, "I don't like to waste time and I'm straight to the point, so if I ask something you don't like, deal with it."
Being in my first interview I was nervous and the questions didn't help. These were the questions he asked me.
"Do you like being topless?"
"Do you like guys looking at you?"
"You don't mind dirty words being said to you?"
"Sometimes, girls touch each other, are you ok with it?"
"Do you believe in 100% customer service?"
I did my best to answer everything in a positive light but just stammered all over the place.
With each question asked of me by Mr. Jackson, I got lightheaded from the sexual nature of this conversation, I could feel my skin tingling, and my pussy was getting damper as I fidget around in the chair.
He was staring right into my soul as I answered, not giving any indication of how my answers affected him. I thought I'd never met anyone like this before, and it was really exciting to me in ways I didn't know existed.
After the initial questions, Mr. Jackson put his pad of paper down and looked at me, then he spoke.
"You can make a lot of money here, but it comes at a price. Sometimes our customers demand a little extra service, can you provide that?"