VanMan404 @VanMan404
I'm Callie, an 18-year-old cashier with a penchant for getting into tight spots - literally. As I work the register at our local convenience store, I've developed a certain... let's call it ' rapport' with one of my regular customers. This particular guy has caught my eye more than once, and I must admit that I've started to look forward to his daily visits just so I can catch a glimpse of him. My coworkers might say we're just friends, but I know better - we're flirting shamelessly behind the counter, exchanging saucy smiles and stolen glances whenever he comes in.
One day, when the store was particularly quiet, this guy asked me to close up early with him. He needed help stocking the shelves in the back room, and I obliged, of course! As we made our way into the stockroom, things started getting a little more... interesting. Before long, he'd grabbed hold of my ponytail and pulled my head towards his crotch. I was taken aback at first, but then something inside me just clicked - I wanted it.
As he yanked off my uniform and tossed it aside like yesterday's trash, the tension in the air became almost unbearable. I could smell the faint scent of gasoline from the pumps outside mingling with the musky aroma wafting up from his crotch... it was intoxicating! With one final tug on my hair, he flipped me over onto the dusty shelf behind us
