It was 3:25 when Misty reported to work at the Food Land supermarket. She goes straight to the back to clock in at 3:30 sharp.
She sees the managers office door was partially open. She peeks inside. And sees a dark haired man. By appearance he looked to be from middle eastern decent.
“ Who’s that?...He’s cute? “ She asks Mrs. Smith, who also standing there, with time card in hand.
“ That’s Bob. He’s from the corporate office. He’s here to check the books. Be on your toes today, and don’t come up short! “
Misty noticed Mrs. Smith seemed nervous and anxious as she waited for the last minute of her shift to end.
“ I’ve been working here four years now, and I haven’t come up short yet! “ She informed the older woman.
“ I’m just warning you! That man is sharp, and he’s watching everybody! “
At 3:30 Mrs. Smith punched her card in to the clock. She nervously drops the time card.
“ Shit! “ She squats and quickly picks up the card and puts it back in to the holder on the wall.
“ Mrs. Smith are you okay? “
“ Yeah I’m fine!...I just got to go! “
As Misty punched her card, she watched Mrs. Smith hurry away. Making a bee line to the front door.
She’d never seen her act that way before. And that was the first time she’d ever heard the woman cuss.
Something definitely didn’t feel right to her.
She takes a deep breath and makes her way to checkout line #1.
Where she finds Mr. Pete the store manager, manning her post.
“ Hi Mr. Pete...I’ll take over now. “
“ Great “ he said to her, stepping away from the register.
She could tell that Mr. Pete also wasn’t himself. He was an old man in his early 70’s. And looked nervous more so than usual.
“ I see we have a visitor today?...Is there something wrong? “
“ Yeah he’s from corporate headquarters. I better get back there. There’s no telling what he’s trying to dig up. “
He quickly walks to the back.
Misty always knew Mr. Pete to be an honest and trustworthy man. She’d always assumed the store was on the up and up.
As usual the after work shopping crowd comes in. And Misty and all the rest of the cashiers and bag boys were swamped with work.
Meanwhile in the back office. Mr. Pete sits across from the younger man, and watches him as he analyzed the books.
“ Bob I hope there’s nothing wrong? “ He says with a crack in his voice.
“ I’ve found quite a few problems here. “ He looks up at Mr. Pete and raised an eyebrow.
Mr. Pete hung his head slightly.
“ It seems the shortages I’m finding all revolve around checkout #1. “
He then looks over to a security monitor.
“ The red head?...Who is she?...And how long has she been here? “
“ That’s Misty Jones. “ He gets up from his chair and goes to a file cabinet. And pulls her file.
“ I hired her in November of 84. So she’s been here 4 years. “
“ How old is she? “
“ She’s 18 “
“ So she was 14? When you hired her? “
Mr. Pete hangs his head again and nods.
“ You know corporate does not approve of hiring anyone under the age of 16? “
“ I know we fibbed a little on her application. Her mother’s a close personal friend of mine. And convinced me to hire her. “
“ Okay “ He said looking up at the wall to see a picture of Misty smiling and holding an award for employee of the year. 1987.
“ You think highly of her? “
“ Yes she’s the best I’ve got!..She knows how to do everything in this store. “
“ Mmm!...She might know a little to much?...You think? “
He proceeded to point out that there was around five grand missing since his last audit. And it all came from that register.
“ It can’t be her! “ Mr. Pete said to him.
“ Mr. Pete how long have you worked here? “
“ All my life...Since the 1950’s. “
“ I’d sure hate to see you loose your job over this!...For years your store has ranked in the top 10 stores. And that’s very good. But We got a problem here, and we need to nip it in the bud. “
Hours later. 8:00 PM. The shopping crowd had slowed down. It was only two hours before closing, when Mr. Pete came to Misty.
As he walks up She noticed he was white as a ghost.
“ Mr. Pete what’s wrong? “
“ Misty there’s discrepancies in the books. The store is five grand short. And it’s all coming from your register. “
“ Not on my shift it’s not! “ Misty picked up quick on what he was saying.
“ Misty please! I need you to...Um.”
He stops before saying what he needs her to do.
“ He’s threatening to fire me Misty! I can’t afford the insurance for my wife if he does that! “
“ I think you should call Mrs. Smith back in here! And discuss this matter with her...She was really acting weird at the time clock today. “
Mr. Pete nods, knowing that’s where the problem is.
“ Yeah but he’s not interested in Mrs. Smith. She’s an old hag you know? The only way that I can save my and your job is for you to you know....Um....Uh....Mmmm! “
“ What????....You want me to fuck him??? “
He nods. “ Please “
“ Shit Mr. Pete! Is that the only way? “
“ I’m afraid so...I’ll give you a cash bonus if you help me out. “
“ What about Mrs. Smith? “
“ I’ll fire her first thing in the morning. “
“ You better! “
Misty sighs.
“ Your know your going to make me look like the store slut don’t you? “
“ No you won’t...Whatever happens in the office, stays in the office...You got my word on that! “
“ Okay but this better be the last time! If it’s not I’m quitting and going to that new Wall Mart to work. I’ve already been asked by the manager twice, just so you know! “
“ How much are they offering to pay you? “
“ $6.00.00 an hour starting out. “
Mr. Pete gulps.
“ I’ll give you a raise next week. But don’t tell anybody! “
“ Okay I’m holding you to that. Or I’m gone! “
Mr. Pete takes over her register, as she slowly walks toward the back.
“ I can’t believe I’m gonna do this! “
She goes through the swinging doors and stepped in to the doorway of the manager’s office.
“ Hi “ She says to him.
He looks up from the desk. And smiles a wicked smile at her, showing his perfect white teeth. He appeared to be a small thin man. With a thin mustache and five o’clock shadow of scruff on his face. He looked young but older than Misty. She thought he might be in his mid to late 20’s.
“ Did Mr. Pete tell you what I wanted? “
Misty nods.
“ My name is Bob by the way. “
“ Yeah I heard that already. “
Bob watched the busty teenage redhead, as she closed and locked the door.
“ So Bob where are you from? “
Misty asks as she sat down on the couch.
Bob watched her intensely as she unlaced and took off her tennis shoes, and socks.
“ The Gaza Strip is where I’m from originally. “
“ Nice place, according to the news. “ Misty says back to him.
Bob laughs a wicked laugh.
“ Yeah that’s why I came to America....That and of course I like American women. “
“ Mmm!...Really? “ Misty stood and turned her back to him, as she unfastened her tight jeans.
“ No...No!...Turn back around! “
Misty faces him. He licks his lips as he looks right at her white bikini panties. Seeing her camel toe on display. She eased her jeans down and steps out of them.
“ Your very beautiful! “
“ Ha! “ Misty laughs a little. “ What you like my thick thighs? “
“ I don’t like skinny girls. “ He informed her.
“ Well that’s good!..Cause there’s nothing skinny about me! “
He watched her take off her top. As she reaches around her back to unhook her bra. He watched as her big Boulder sized tits fall free.
She stood there before him. And played with her tits a little.
“ Like my big titles?...Little man? “
“ I think your grossly mistaken assuming I’m little. “ He says with a laugh. Misty leans toward, putting her big tits right in his face. She then slowly eased her panties down.
Bobs eyes lights up, when he sees her shaved fat pussy.
“ Now that’s what I like about American women! “
“ What? My pussy? “
“ Yeah it’s clean shaven. “
“ Do women not shave down there? Where your from? “
“ Women where I’m from all ways covers up with all that garb they wear. You never know what you’ll find underneath. “
“ Yeah I can imagine. “
“ No you can’t!...Thats another reason I came to America. “
Misty flopped back down on the couch. She looks at her watch.
“ Well okay Bob. Lets get this over with!...I supposed to meet and fuck my boyfriend after work. “
“ Wow!...He might be in for a surprise? “
“ I doubt it! “ Misty said again judging him by his size.
Bob sits there for a moment, taking in the beauty of her luscious naked body.
“ Time is wasting Bob!...Let’s see what your packing? “
Misty crossed her legs, and stretched and flexed her foot a little.
She yawns and looks bored as he stands from behind the desk.
In stature he was quite short, the same as herself, around five foot or so. He proceeded to remove his tie, and unbeaten his shirt.
“ Sure ain’t nothing impressive there! “ Misty said to herself. Taking in the lack of muscle the little man had.
She rolls her eyes.
“ This shouldn’t take to long. “ She tells herself.
Out of his shirt, he gives Misty a smug look, as he unbuckled his belt.
She yawns and stretched out her arms, then looks at her watch again. While he unfastened his slacks. She took notice he was going commando. And he to was shaved clean of pubic hair.
“ Mmmm!...Thats interesting? “
As his slacks fell to the floor. Her jaw dropped instantly. His fucking cock hangs half way down his thigh.
And it just wasn’t any cock. It was an un cut cock. Misty never seen an un cut cock before in her life.
She lets out a gasp. As he stepped out of his slacks and loafers.
“ You still think I’m a little man? “ He asks with arrogance. Walking toward her, with that cock swinging between his legs.
She sees the managers office door was partially open. She peeks inside. And sees a dark haired man. By appearance he looked to be from middle eastern decent.
“ Who’s that?...He’s cute? “ She asks Mrs. Smith, who also standing there, with time card in hand.
“ That’s Bob. He’s from the corporate office. He’s here to check the books. Be on your toes today, and don’t come up short! “
Misty noticed Mrs. Smith seemed nervous and anxious as she waited for the last minute of her shift to end.
“ I’ve been working here four years now, and I haven’t come up short yet! “ She informed the older woman.
“ I’m just warning you! That man is sharp, and he’s watching everybody! “
At 3:30 Mrs. Smith punched her card in to the clock. She nervously drops the time card.
“ Shit! “ She squats and quickly picks up the card and puts it back in to the holder on the wall.
“ Mrs. Smith are you okay? “
“ Yeah I’m fine!...I just got to go! “
As Misty punched her card, she watched Mrs. Smith hurry away. Making a bee line to the front door.
She’d never seen her act that way before. And that was the first time she’d ever heard the woman cuss.
Something definitely didn’t feel right to her.
She takes a deep breath and makes her way to checkout line #1.
Where she finds Mr. Pete the store manager, manning her post.
“ Hi Mr. Pete...I’ll take over now. “
“ Great “ he said to her, stepping away from the register.
She could tell that Mr. Pete also wasn’t himself. He was an old man in his early 70’s. And looked nervous more so than usual.
“ I see we have a visitor today?...Is there something wrong? “
“ Yeah he’s from corporate headquarters. I better get back there. There’s no telling what he’s trying to dig up. “
He quickly walks to the back.
Misty always knew Mr. Pete to be an honest and trustworthy man. She’d always assumed the store was on the up and up.
As usual the after work shopping crowd comes in. And Misty and all the rest of the cashiers and bag boys were swamped with work.
Meanwhile in the back office. Mr. Pete sits across from the younger man, and watches him as he analyzed the books.
“ Bob I hope there’s nothing wrong? “ He says with a crack in his voice.
“ I’ve found quite a few problems here. “ He looks up at Mr. Pete and raised an eyebrow.
Mr. Pete hung his head slightly.
“ It seems the shortages I’m finding all revolve around checkout #1. “
He then looks over to a security monitor.
“ The red head?...Who is she?...And how long has she been here? “
“ That’s Misty Jones. “ He gets up from his chair and goes to a file cabinet. And pulls her file.
“ I hired her in November of 84. So she’s been here 4 years. “
“ How old is she? “
“ She’s 18 “
“ So she was 14? When you hired her? “
Mr. Pete hangs his head again and nods.
“ You know corporate does not approve of hiring anyone under the age of 16? “
“ I know we fibbed a little on her application. Her mother’s a close personal friend of mine. And convinced me to hire her. “
“ Okay “ He said looking up at the wall to see a picture of Misty smiling and holding an award for employee of the year. 1987.
“ You think highly of her? “
“ Yes she’s the best I’ve got!..She knows how to do everything in this store. “
“ Mmm!...She might know a little to much?...You think? “
He proceeded to point out that there was around five grand missing since his last audit. And it all came from that register.
“ It can’t be her! “ Mr. Pete said to him.
“ Mr. Pete how long have you worked here? “
“ All my life...Since the 1950’s. “
“ I’d sure hate to see you loose your job over this!...For years your store has ranked in the top 10 stores. And that’s very good. But We got a problem here, and we need to nip it in the bud. “
Hours later. 8:00 PM. The shopping crowd had slowed down. It was only two hours before closing, when Mr. Pete came to Misty.
As he walks up She noticed he was white as a ghost.
“ Mr. Pete what’s wrong? “
“ Misty there’s discrepancies in the books. The store is five grand short. And it’s all coming from your register. “
“ Not on my shift it’s not! “ Misty picked up quick on what he was saying.
“ Misty please! I need you to...Um.”
He stops before saying what he needs her to do.
“ He’s threatening to fire me Misty! I can’t afford the insurance for my wife if he does that! “
“ I think you should call Mrs. Smith back in here! And discuss this matter with her...She was really acting weird at the time clock today. “
Mr. Pete nods, knowing that’s where the problem is.
“ Yeah but he’s not interested in Mrs. Smith. She’s an old hag you know? The only way that I can save my and your job is for you to you know....Um....Uh....Mmmm! “
“ What????....You want me to fuck him??? “
He nods. “ Please “
“ Shit Mr. Pete! Is that the only way? “
“ I’m afraid so...I’ll give you a cash bonus if you help me out. “
“ What about Mrs. Smith? “
“ I’ll fire her first thing in the morning. “
“ You better! “
Misty sighs.
“ Your know your going to make me look like the store slut don’t you? “
“ No you won’t...Whatever happens in the office, stays in the office...You got my word on that! “
“ Okay but this better be the last time! If it’s not I’m quitting and going to that new Wall Mart to work. I’ve already been asked by the manager twice, just so you know! “
“ How much are they offering to pay you? “
“ $6.00.00 an hour starting out. “
Mr. Pete gulps.
“ I’ll give you a raise next week. But don’t tell anybody! “
“ Okay I’m holding you to that. Or I’m gone! “
Mr. Pete takes over her register, as she slowly walks toward the back.
“ I can’t believe I’m gonna do this! “
She goes through the swinging doors and stepped in to the doorway of the manager’s office.
“ Hi “ She says to him.
He looks up from the desk. And smiles a wicked smile at her, showing his perfect white teeth. He appeared to be a small thin man. With a thin mustache and five o’clock shadow of scruff on his face. He looked young but older than Misty. She thought he might be in his mid to late 20’s.
“ Did Mr. Pete tell you what I wanted? “
Misty nods.
“ My name is Bob by the way. “
“ Yeah I heard that already. “
Bob watched the busty teenage redhead, as she closed and locked the door.
“ So Bob where are you from? “
Misty asks as she sat down on the couch.
Bob watched her intensely as she unlaced and took off her tennis shoes, and socks.
“ The Gaza Strip is where I’m from originally. “
“ Nice place, according to the news. “ Misty says back to him.
Bob laughs a wicked laugh.
“ Yeah that’s why I came to America....That and of course I like American women. “
“ Mmm!...Really? “ Misty stood and turned her back to him, as she unfastened her tight jeans.
“ No...No!...Turn back around! “
Misty faces him. He licks his lips as he looks right at her white bikini panties. Seeing her camel toe on display. She eased her jeans down and steps out of them.
“ Your very beautiful! “
“ Ha! “ Misty laughs a little. “ What you like my thick thighs? “
“ I don’t like skinny girls. “ He informed her.
“ Well that’s good!..Cause there’s nothing skinny about me! “
He watched her take off her top. As she reaches around her back to unhook her bra. He watched as her big Boulder sized tits fall free.
She stood there before him. And played with her tits a little.
“ Like my big titles?...Little man? “
“ I think your grossly mistaken assuming I’m little. “ He says with a laugh. Misty leans toward, putting her big tits right in his face. She then slowly eased her panties down.
Bobs eyes lights up, when he sees her shaved fat pussy.
“ Now that’s what I like about American women! “
“ What? My pussy? “
“ Yeah it’s clean shaven. “
“ Do women not shave down there? Where your from? “
“ Women where I’m from all ways covers up with all that garb they wear. You never know what you’ll find underneath. “
“ Yeah I can imagine. “
“ No you can’t!...Thats another reason I came to America. “
Misty flopped back down on the couch. She looks at her watch.
“ Well okay Bob. Lets get this over with!...I supposed to meet and fuck my boyfriend after work. “
“ Wow!...He might be in for a surprise? “
“ I doubt it! “ Misty said again judging him by his size.
Bob sits there for a moment, taking in the beauty of her luscious naked body.
“ Time is wasting Bob!...Let’s see what your packing? “
Misty crossed her legs, and stretched and flexed her foot a little.
She yawns and looks bored as he stands from behind the desk.
In stature he was quite short, the same as herself, around five foot or so. He proceeded to remove his tie, and unbeaten his shirt.
“ Sure ain’t nothing impressive there! “ Misty said to herself. Taking in the lack of muscle the little man had.
She rolls her eyes.
“ This shouldn’t take to long. “ She tells herself.
Out of his shirt, he gives Misty a smug look, as he unbuckled his belt.
She yawns and stretched out her arms, then looks at her watch again. While he unfastened his slacks. She took notice he was going commando. And he to was shaved clean of pubic hair.
“ Mmmm!...Thats interesting? “
As his slacks fell to the floor. Her jaw dropped instantly. His fucking cock hangs half way down his thigh.
And it just wasn’t any cock. It was an un cut cock. Misty never seen an un cut cock before in her life.
She lets out a gasp. As he stepped out of his slacks and loafers.
“ You still think I’m a little man? “ He asks with arrogance. Walking toward her, with that cock swinging between his legs.