Sheila


She worked at the Stop `n' Go.

She wore a green apron that was too small for her. Under her thin
t-shirt, her large breasts pushed up against the fabric. Sometimes,
between customers, when she was bored, she leaned against the counter
and rubbed her nipples in circles while watching herself in the
security camera's monitor. Once she lifted up the apron to reveal that
she was wearing nothing underneath. Silently, to the audience of a
single camera, she fingered her pussy until she came with quick
gasping breaths.

The work at the Stop `n' Go should have been easy, but Sheila thought
it was hard. The cash register confused her and there were many rules
about how things should be done. She had trouble working the Lotto
machine. People got angry with her frequently. She cried a lot.

It was the slow time, in between lunch and the end of first shift,
before the commuters would be stopping by for cigarettes and lotto
tickets. Occasionally homeless guys came in to ask for change, and she
would give them some nickels and dimes from her purse. She was one
small step from the street herself, so she thought she should better
be generous, it could come back to her.

This guy who came in now wasn't homeless, though. He was clean and
didn't smell. His beard was scruffy though and his hair badly cut. The
clothes he wore looked borrowed or used, not fitting him right. He was
about six feet tall and slender and his jeans hung loose on his hips,
but his jacket sleeves were too short, revealing strong wrists with
tattoos of spiky chains.

He looked directly at Sheila, which was unusual. Most customers looked
around the store or examined the cigarettes stacked behind her. They
paid no attention to her.

"Pack of Marlboros," he said. "And two quick picks."

"Ok," she said. She gave him the cigs and approached the lotto machine
with trepidation. She didn't want to fuck this up again. Damn machine.
 OK. This time she punched the numbers and it spit out two tickets,
just like it should. She handed them to him. His eyes were slate gray
and unusually large.

She said, "That's two dollars for the tickets and - "

"How much for the blow job?"

Sheila hesitated. "Pardon?"

The man stepped back from the counter and unzipped his fly. His dick
sprung out, erect and long and hard. Sheila felt her mouth watering.
He put a twenty on the counter. It didn't matter. She would have done
it for free.

She walked around the counter and stood before him. She knew the
security cameras were pointed right at them, and he knew it too. He
looked up and gave the camera a smile. Then he grabbed Sheila's green
apron between his thumb and index finger and yanked it off her.

She was wearing her tight, thin white t-shirt. Her panties still lay
on the floor behind the counter where she had left them earlier. Her
pussy was covered with soft black curls.

"On your knees," said the man. He opened the cigarettes and lit one.  

Sheila got on her knees on the cold tile. His cock was beautiful, long
and straight and tan. She took it in her mouth, pressing her face all
the way up against his groin, smelling his musky scent. She knew her
pussy was sopping wet. She eagerly sucked and licked his cock, taking
it deeper and deeper into her throat.

The man leaned against the counter, enjoying the cigarette and blow
job, watching himself in the monitor as he was serviced by this plump
dark-haired bitch. He held back, taking his time. When he was ready,
he grabbed Sheila's long black hair and moved her face back and forth
on his cock, fucking her mouth hard, not stopping when he heard her
gag. He came, groaning, deep in her throat. Like a good slut, she
swallowed every drop of his cum.

He relaxed for a minute, holding her head, keeping her on the floor.

"Hey bitch," he said. "My name's Slade. I just got out today."

"Got out from what?" asked Sheila softly.  She was in a happy daze,
enjoying the taste of cum in her mouth.

"The big house," the man said. "I know I look like shit. Haven't got
me any clothes yet. Need a haircut."

Then he lifted her up and told her to sit on the counter. Another man
was entering and saw the strange scene --- the shop girl up on the
counter, wearing nothing but a t-shirt, some scraggly guy smoking a
cig in front of her.

"What's going on here?" the customer asked.  He came in and shut the
door behind him. He was a salesman. Just stopped in to get a Coke and
chips.

Slade had an idea. He put his hands on Sheila's thighs and pulled them
apart, putting her pussy on display.

"You want some of this? Cost you fifty." He said.

"Sure," said the salesman. He was well dressed in a suit and tie. He
reached into his back pocket for his wallet and took out a fifty
dollar bill, handed it to Slade. Then he unzipped and pulled down his
pants and boxer shorts. He had a short, stubby cock that stood out
from a fuzzy bush of pubic hair.

He never looked at Sheila's face or spoke to her. He moved up the
counter and rammed his cock in her. She was excited from sucking cock,
and her pussy was wet and tight. The salesman thought he was getting a
good deal. He'd had a high-class call girl the night before for 200
bucks, and it didn't compare to this.

He looked over at Slade, who he figured to be the bitch's pimp. "Hey,
I wanna butt fuck her."

"That's extra - uh... another fifty."

"OK. I'll give it to you after," said the salesman. He pulled out of
Sheila's cunt and grabbed her, lifting her off the counter. Then he
turned her around and bent her over, positioning his cock behind her.
He spread her butt cheeks and took a good look at her little asshole.
His dick was already wet with pussy juice. He figured that was
lubricant enough.

Sheila looked around at him, but she couldn't catch his eye. She saw
Slade watching her, pleased. Then the salesman stabbed her asshole
with his dick, bringing her a sudden flare of pain that made her
scream. The air around her dissolved into small, blinking lights.

Sheila had fainted for a few seconds, but now she was conscious again
- conscious of pain in her rear and the man's prick digging into her,
thrusting deeper. It hadn't looked that big but now it felt enormous
inside her.  After a while, she heard him groan, felt his dick stiffen
even more, then quiver. He shot a long load of cum into her ass, then
pulled out quick.

After the salesman left, Slade told her the deal.

"You can keep the twenty I gave you for the blow job," he said. "The
rest of the money is mine."

Sheila just stared at him.  He was hard again from watching her get
fucked up the ass, so he pulled out his dick and let her suck it some
more. He didn't cum this time, he was just giving her what she needed.
He understood that she was a BJ slut and needed her mouth filled with
dick. He gave her a number and told her to call him later, after work.
He had some friends for her to meet. She should bring condoms and
lube. Then he left.

It was almost 3:30 and the first of the commuters were coming in for
cigarettes and lotto tickets.  Sheila had on her green apron over her
thin white t-shirt. Semen dripped down the back of her thighs, but no
one could see that because she was behind the counter now.  Some of
the customers sniffed and thought they smelled cunt and cum. They
looked at the dark-eyed girl behind the counter, her hair messed, her
mouth slightly open.