Why did I just tell him that?
“I’m sorry, that’s my business, not yours. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just been a REALLY long night and morning.”
“It’s okay. And it’s a shame. You’re a beautiful woman. Very nice. Very…intoxicating. I think that’s a good word for you. You’re intoxicating. You overwhelm the senses.”
I felt faint. This guy was everything a woman wants. Strikingly handsome, obviously loaded, smooth talking, and oddly pleasant. And he was flirting with me.
I fidgeted, feeling my moist panties stick to my pussy. He was great in bed, no doubt about it. The guy screamed sexual energy.
“Teasing again,” I said.
“No. Not this time.”
“Did you say that to the lady you’re buying the condoms for?” I asked.
Ouch. That was rude again. I really need to get a better grasp on my thoughts.
The bag boy finally showed up and thank God the kid was fast because I needed Mr. Cooper to get out of there as soon as possible.
“That,” he said as he pointed at the rack of condoms, “is nothing serious. It’s just a…a thing. It’s complicated. But I’m not tied down.”
I wondered if this guy’s words were similar to what my husband used to get the bitch into the sack.
The bag boy finished quickly and was ready to go. Mr. Cooper nodded his head and followed his cart. He stopped and looked back at me once more.
“Graveyard shift,” he said. “Hmm.”
And that was the moment my fantasy world started to seep into reality. Mr. Cooper was interested in me. And he surely wouldn’t be leaving my mind anytime soon.
A few days passed by and surprisingly Pam hadn’t asked me to work a double. The first couple of days I kind of wanted to in the hopes I’d bump into HIM again.
Mr. Cooper.
The mystery man.
Thinking back and remembering the fancy clothes he wore, I had to wonder why he’d even be shopping in my store. It wasn’t located in the ghetto or anything but it definitely wasn’t on the upscale side of town. Most of the wealthier folks shopped at Gracie’s. Everyone knew that.
It felt like forever until our next encounter. It happened just before midnight on a Wednesday, not the typical partygoer night, which meant the place was once again empty. I wasn’t the only cashier on duty. Abraham was a few tills down and Barbara was a few farther from that.
Pam and Brian, the two head shift managers were smart in their scheduling techniques. They assigned our stations, always making sure there was a lot of space between us, so we wouldn’t start chatting and planning a coup. We all knew it, but most of us weren’t really friends anyway. Both Abraham and Barbara were much older than I was.
Most of the people my age or younger worked the day shift so they could go out and get drunk and fucked at night.
No room for either of those in my life.
I’d grown quite good at my fantasy game. In three days I’d had sex with a guy named Earl in his mechanic garage, I fucked a guy named Sly at a bowling alley (at least that’s where I imagined he worked), a young stud named Jersey Shore on the beach, and a big fat biker on the back of his Harley.
The fantasy game wasn’t even so much about the sensual side of it sometimes. Every once in a while I did it for fun just to see if I could get myself going. I spent hours in the day in this fantasy haze. And I went home early in the morning to masturbate before drifting off to bed. It was a lousy routine but it was better than what I had before.
“You know you short changed me the other morning.” It was the familiar voice of the guy I’d fingered myself to twice since he last visited the store.
Mr. Cooper.
I looked up to see him in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight-fitting navy blue T-shirt. His hair was long and wavy, always the distinguished gentleman. He looked succulent. This time he didn’t even have any groceries. He just reached over to the condom rack and took them all down, piling them up in front of me.
I laughed out loud.
“You like that?” he asked. “I can juggle too.”