Angela tapped her fingers on the cash register. She had just about enough of all this holiday hoopla. She had been going home in a foul mood everyday. Maybe a toy store wasn't the best place to work during the holidays. Alas, this was her job and she just had to accept it whether she liked it or not. She heard a loud crash in aisle six, the bicycle section. Some jackass probably tried to test it out without making sure if it was put together correctly. Just as she began to drift off into an aimless daydream a woman approached her register. She had a large box in her arm and snot nosed toddler in the other. The young girl was screaming her head off. Angela wrinkled her nose in dismay. The mother looked exasperated and exhausted. The child buried her head in her mother's breast and screamed as loud as she could. Angela tried not to heave when she noticed that the snot that had been on the child's nose was now glistening on her mother’s tee shirt. "Yuck" she muttered under her breath. The mother dropped the box on the counter and whipped out her checkbook. Angela scanned the package and announced the price. "79.82" she said.
The mother stared at her. Angela thought she didn't hear her. "79.82" She repeated.
"No, there is a sale going on, I get 15.00 off." The woman said in a matter of fact tone.
Angela sighed. "No, the sale was over yesterday." She said keeping the fake smile plastered on her face. The child was now crawling on the counter. "Can you please take the baby off the counter ma'am?" She asked remember store policy. If the woman heard her, she was not going to acknowledge Angela's request.
"I would like to see your manager, there is no way I am going to pay that price." She said.
"Ma'am, I need you to take the baby off the counter." Angela said again. The woman didn't do as she was asked. Angela clinched her fist under the counter. She was ready to deck the woman.
"Manger?" The woman asked.
"I am the only one working today." Angela said.
"Then you should help me, that price isn't right." The woman insisted.
"Yes it is, and I need you to take the baby off the counter." Angela said through clenched teeth. She was about to explode. She heard another crash. "Excuse me." She said. She made her way to the bicycle aisle. She almost laughed if she hadn't been so pissed. Two grown men and a little boy were playing with a bicycle. "No riding in the store." She said and returned to the register. The little girl was wailing again and kicking her mother in the shin.
"Are you going to give me my 15.00 off or what?" She asked tapping her checkbook on the counter.
"I can't do that," Angela said wondering if this woman was for real.
"I am not leaving until I speak to a manager." The woman said.
"Tough! There is no manager today!" Angela said to the woman while shooting a warning glance at the little boy with the men. He was eyeing the Playstaion 2 console. 'Don't even think about it' she thought to herself.
"Excuse me Miss," the woman was saying.
"No Aaron don't!" One of the men exclaimed as the little boy began to climb to reach the video game.
She felt the tips of her ears burning and her temper growing short. "Listen lady, there is NO sale! And you guys over there - control that boy or I will!" She said. The woman looked at her. The men snatched the boy off the display and returned to the bicycle aisle. The woman snatched her daughter up off the counter and stomped out of the toy store. Angela sighed and picked up the box. She began to return it to the proper place on the lowest shelf and swore when she realized some of that little girl's leftover snot was on the box. "Fuck!" She said.
"Hey, there are kids in here." A mans voice remarked.
"So fucking what!" Angela retorted not looking at the man.
"That doesn't sound like the Christmas spirit." He said.
"And?" Angela said.
"What happened to ‘the customer is always right?’" He asked.
"It went out the window when somebody broke a display and I get creamed by a little girl!" Angela said turning to look at the man. Her mood wasn't so foul that she didn't notice how gorgeous he was. His blonde hair was spiked and his blue eye's sparkled. "I'm Nick," he said and helped her off the floor.
"Angela," she said brushing her bangs from her face. "Can I help you?" She asked.
Nick smirked. She could help him more than she thought. "Well, that bike we were playing with. We want it." He said.
"It is a display," she said walking back to her register.
"Well, do you have one in the back or something?" Nick asked. "My little brother really wants it," he said. She started to put all the tested toys back in their places. "So, are you going to help me out?" Nick asked.
Another man joined them on the aisle. "I am going to take Aaron across the street, he is hungry." He said.
"Alright Brian." Nick said. The other man and boy walked out of the store hand in hand. "So, how about that bike?" Nick said in case Angela had forgotten.
"The back, you have to go back there with me…I can't carry it." She said leading the way. Nick followed up the rear, making sure to check out Angela's as they walked. She opened the door with the keys that she kept around her neck. The room smelled damp and musty. Nick scrunched up his nose. Angela snorted, "Guess it isn't the Hilton." She remarked.
"You know who I am?" Nick asked.
"Yeah," Angela answered.
"Cool." Nick said following her deeper into the room. Nick picked up a Santa hat from the floor. "Why is this on the floor?" He asked putting it on his head.
"I didn't want to wear it." Angela said seeing the bike that Nick wanted. It was on a top shelf.
"Grinch," Nick muttered.
"I know!" Angela retorted.
"So, how are we going to get it down?" Nick asked.
"Use your height" Angela started. "I don't have any." She said. To prove her point she reached up and barely made it past the 3rd shelf, nowhere near the 7th shelf that the bike was on. As Angela lifted her arms Nick had a perfect chance to check out her stomach, which was tanned and perfectly toned. He must have been staring. "What the hell are you looking at?" Angela asked.
"Are you always such a bitch?" Nick asked.
"Mostly." Angela replied coldly. 'Where does this guy get off?' she thought to herself. Before Nick could come up with a snappy comeback he was acting on impulse. He took Angela's face between his hands and pressed his lips to hers. "What the hell was that for?" Angela asked, stunned but not moving backwards.
"I just thought that you might need a little present." Nick remarked. Angela stared at him for minute before returning the kiss. Angela let her fingers massage his back. He moved his palms down her back and lower; cupping her ass in his large hands. They move closer together, their bodies crushed against each other. Angela slipped her hands underneath his sweatshirt, letting her fingernails rake against his tender flesh. Nick mimicked her movements. He let his hands roam underneath her tee shirt. He teased her nipples through her bra making her gasp. He pulled her shirt over her head letting it fall to the floor. He flicked his tongue over one nipple through the lace of her bra. She arched her back into him as he unclasped her bra. He took one of the swollen pebbles into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Angela let out a tiny moan causing Nick to smile. He gave her nipple a gentle bite before releasing it from his mouth. They kissed again. Angela undid his belt. When his pants fell to the floor, Angela dropped to her knees. She hooked her fingers in his boxers and slid them down his legs. His swollen cock stood before her. She ran her tongue along the shaft, teasing him. Nick felt weak in the legs as Angela licked just the tip of his cock. Angela placed her lips around his cock, inching him inside of her mouth. Without warning she deep throated him, making him groan loudly. Angela bobbed her head on Nick's cock at a fast past. Nick was going to lose it quickly if she didn't stop. Nick grabbed Angela by the shoulder and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he backed them into a wall. His eyes were clouded over with desire. Angela was having a hard time steadying her breathing. Nick kissed her roughly as they hit the wall. Angela lined herself up with his cock and slid down at exactly the same time that Nick thrusted up. That elicited a moan from both parties. Angela slid up and down on the wall a Nick thrust into her with all his might.
"Oh, please go harder!" Angela screamed as she felt herself nearing orgasm. Nick obliged, pounding himself into her. He covered her mouth with his as she screamed with pleasure. Her velvety walls tightened around Nick, and he felt her juices flow around his cock. That caused him to tumble over that cliff of passion. He slammed into her as hard as he could. His balls began to tighten. Angela squeezed her walls around him, making him shoot load after load inside of her. He kissed Angela once more and slid the Santa hat further down on his head.
Nick paid for the bicycle and left Angela his phone number on her copy of his credit card receipt. It wasn't until after he was gone Angela realized her never paid for the Santa hat.
The End.
