First Times： Nine Tales of Innocence Lost(30)

“I’m making you my teaching assistant,” he said. “I have more research I need you to help me with.”





Camilla





“Welcome to Bunny Burger. Can I h-h-help you?”

I don’t usually stutter, but it’s tough to take an order when there’s a finger in your pussy.

Standing in the cramped little booth, I was taking orders. Off by itself from the main part of the restaurant, the little alcove was big enough for one or two people and the cash register beside the window. I tried to wriggle loose from his grip, but the night manager, Brad, had me by the belt and had his hand down my underwear and he just slipped his finger in my pussy and started playing with me as the overhead light flashed and the speaker stuck in my ear buzzed. I listened to the customer rattle off a list of unhealthy delicacies and punched them on the keypad and tried not to let the microphone pick up the little noises I was holding back. Brad slid his finger out of me and rubbed my clit lightly. It sent shocks down my legs and made my knees buckle, but I had to stay upright. I needed this job. I started college in less than a month and there was a lot to pay for, and things were tight for me and my Mom.

Brad slipped his hand out of my pants as the car pulled up to the window. I made their change and smiled and waved them on to go pick it up, then closed the window. There was no one else waiting, thankfully. My shift was almost over. I got off at nine.

He was twice my age, and he scared me a little. I started. I was flirty when I began working in the store, and he started flirting back, never mind that he was wearing a wedding band. I gave him little glances and smiled and played with my hair when I talked to him. Girly stuff. He was hot, unreasonably so for someone old enough to be my father. The outfit didn’t help. The Bunny Burger uniform consisted of black slacks, a pink polo shirt and a ridiculous hairband with big floppy bunny ears on it. To top it all off, I had to wear a fluffy bunny tail on my butt. Brad ordered my uniforms, and he purposely ordered everything a size too small. I had to pour myself into my pants and I was constantly terrified they would split, and the shirt was tight across even my less than ample chest.

When the car was gone he grabbed my ass and squeezed.

“You’ve got a big ass,” he said. “You ever been fucked in the ass, Camilla?”

“No,” I said, wriggling out of his grip.

“Playing hard to get, huh?”

He put his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.

“Brad, I don’t think Mrs. Brad would like this.”

“Fuck Mrs. Brad,” he growled. “She doesn’t put out, and she doesn’t have a nice big ass like you.”

His hands slid up my stomach and he cupped my breasts through my shirt. He once told me he’d fire me if I wore a bra and I half believed it. I was always self conscious about how small I was up top, but he always squeezed and played with my breasts and pinched my nipples through the shirt when he didn’t have his hands under it. My pussy still tingled from his explorations. He put the finger he’d put in my pussy in my mouth and made me lick it clean before he slapped me on the rump and went back to work. It was just in time, as another car was rolling up and I had to take the order. Thinking about him distracted me from my work and I pushed it out of my head while I took the order and made change. That didn’t stop heat from pooling between my legs and creeping through the rest of my body and it didn’t keep me from getting so wet it made my underwear cling to my skin.

It was wrong and I knew it. It started about a week after I took the job. I got my hair trimmed down into a pixie cut after working in the restaurant left it limp and dull from all the grease in the air. It was such a pain to deal with that I decided to shear it all off, and then Brad noticed me. I noticed him first, wedding ring and all. The way he stood, the way he talked to we mere underlings, it all lit a fire that spread from my stomach and filled up the rest of me. He scared me a little, too. Even when he fingered me like that it set me on edge. I’d never been touched that way before. I looked up at the clock. Quitting time was close. The store closed in ten minutes. I watched the clock spin down and shut everything off and took off my headset. I locked the sliding door and turned around, and there he was.

As he filled the little alcove with his presence I was just taking off my headband.

“Keep those on.”

I settled them back on my head and swallowed.

“I have to get ready to go home.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. I have first shift tomorrow.”

“No, you don’t. You have night shift for the rest of the week.”

“My schedule-“