Chapter 1: Cindy the Store Clerk

It’s always nice when a guy feels guilty and takes you out to buy forgiveness. In this case, my dad wanted me to feel better about what I had done in order to make him happy so we went to the mall where he was going to buy me something nice - jewelry. Clothes, whatever I wanted. I love it when daddy tells me to pick out whatever I want!

As it turned out, that night we did more than just buy me some nice jewelry We met Cindy at the store where, to make a long story short (read about it in my diary for the details - Feb. 2, 2008), my dad ended up fucking me in the back office while Cindy watched in amazement. It was one of those one-time things which, when it was over, I assumed would make my diary and that would be the end of it.

Back in April I started dating Duane, a 29 year-old guy who I quickly fell in love with - and lately even more. Now, five months or so later, I’m thinking he might be considering proposing to me. We have joked about it now and then but never anything serious. My mom and aunt have been teasing me relentlessly about it, asking me every time after I go out with him if I had a new ring yet. I keep telling them it has ONLY been five months so give it a rest!

Well, on this day I was looking for some work clothes. I teach at a small Christian elementary school with a pretty tight dress code so I was always looking for something fashionable yet within their strict guidelines for teachers. It’s sort of ridiculous - women aren’t even allowed to wear pants! Skirts have to be below the knees, bras required, no cleavage, well you get the idea. Needless to say, I can’t wear 95% of my wardrobe to school and I had to do some heavy investments in under-wire bras!

Along the way I happened to pass by the jewelry store where my dad and I had fooled around so long ago. I’d passed it many times since, but never saw the girl working in there again that helped us out that night. As I walked by I glanced in, more out of habit than anything else, and stopped in my tracks so suddenly I was about run over by some far guy behind me but I didn’t care. Cindy was behind the counter! Well, I just HAD to see if she remembered me. Being alone, I didn’t have any ulterior motives other than to see what her reaction would be to seeing me back in the store again. Heck, with all the customers they have and the months since that night that had gone by, I figured she most likely wouldn’t have an idea about me but it was worth a shot.

Stepping into the store, there were a number of people looking at several cases. Poor Cindy seemed to be the only one working again. She looked a little flustered as people kept demanding that she pay attention to them instead of the others. One guy in particular was giving her a hard time. He looked to be in his thirties or so, the kind of guy you know just by looking at him that the world revolves around him and everyone should do what he says - the exact kind of guy I can’t stand!

“C’mon sister ... Look, I’m the customer and I want service,” he said loudly as she tried to put away some rings that another couple had been looking at.

God he was rude! Poor Cindy looked about ready to cry and I felt so bad for her. She didn’t look all that old and for her to be left alone in the store with all these customers was really unfair of someone. Someone needed to help her and I just happened to be uniquely qualified for the job.

“And just what kind of service would you like?” I said demurely as I moved in behind the jerk.

Surprised, he turned around and then his eyes opened as he looked at me. I could almost feel my clothes dropping to the floor as he unabashedly undressed me with his dark brown eyes. He didn’t seem to be embarrassed at all as he stared at my breasts - which were a lot more visible now than when I’d walked in thanks to me unbuttoning the top two buttons of my blouse before I moved in on him. It would have been better with a short skirt but as it was, I was wearing a tight pair of jeans that were practically painted on, showing off my ass as much as possible and pulling tight in my crotch.

Actually, this pair was more accurate in telling me my weight than any scale. If I gained anything at all, they had to be relegated to my “fat” drawer (don’t be shocked, every girl has one whether she admits or not). My hair was down to my shoulders and I allowed my tongue to run over my lips slowly. All in all, it was the best “come hither” look I could muster on such short notice.

Why anyone would think a girl would just come on to him in the middle of the store for no reason unless she was a hooker? Whether he thought I was tricking or just a dumb blonde, either way he was so full of himself that he apparently never asked himself the question.

“You know baby, the hell with this crap ... I think I’ll just take one of you,” he said without so much as a hesitation.

Yep, certified Grade A narcissistic jerk. There was only one good thing about such guys - they are SO easy to manipulate! I deliberately look down at his crotch, leaving no doubt as to where my attention was focused, and then responded, “Well sir, would you like that order to go or for here?”

At this point he seemed to finally start to wonder whether I was just teasing him or what. Well duh! If he only had a brain as big as his dick, maybe he would’ve figured that out from the start but sure enough, his ego won out and he walked right in like a moth to a flame.

“Do you do home delivery?”

“That depends on what you order.”

“How about something to go along with my sausage?” he countered. Sheesh, was this guy an idiot or what! It was Al Bundy reincarnated. Oh well, at least he wasn’t pestering Cindy so I went along with it.

“Hmmmmmm, I suppose that depends on what your sausage can do.”

“Well baby, why don’t you come with daddy and find out.”

What a moron. I made a show of looking around to be sure nobody was watching, not that it mattered to me for real. Then I stepped in a little closer, reaching out with my hand and pressing against his crotch through his jeans with the palm of my hand. Feeling the hardness of the lump there, I grinned at him saying, “Wow, I think I’d like some of your sausage.”

He put his arm around me and it was all I could do not to cringer as his cheap cologne all but overwhelmed my sense of smell. It wasn’t two steps before he lowered his arm and planted his hand firmly on my ass. As we walked out of the store, I turned back to see Cindy looking at me with those same wide open eyes I remembered from back when she first saw me sucking my dad’s dick. “Deer in the headlights” I think I described them before. I winked at her and she looked at me curiously but at the same time appeared relieved that her antagonistic customer was being led from the store without further fuss.

So far I hadn’t even asked his name but that didn’t matter, as I had plans for whoever he was, plans he wouldn’t have liked had he known them. On my way in I had noticed that the usual security guard was lounging around near the doors (as it seems they do at all the entrances these days). Well, for once I was going to take advantage of one of them instead of being harassed.

As we left the store, the guy’s hand started to squeeze my butt - hard. Enough of this crap. Suddenly my entire composure changed and I jumped back and slapped him across the face - really hard. The look of astonishment on his was worth paying admission to see as I looked over at the security guard and yelled, “Help me! This pervert is trying to touch me!”

The fat guard hustled over as best he could while the idiot just stood there and looked at me like I was suddenly some sort of alien creature or whatever.

“What the fu...” he started to protest but the guard grabbed him by the arm and started to pull him towards the door.

“Let’s go fella, you need to leave ... NOW!” he ordered him.

The guard looked back at me and asked if I wanted to file a complaint but I said no, I just wanted him away from me and so they headed for the doors. Meantime, I returned to the jewelry store. Cindy had finished with the other customer and smiled at me when she saw me come back.

“I guess I should thank you but you really didn’t need to do that,” she said with a shy smile, as if she was almost afraid to even talk to me.

“Hey, we girls have to watch out for one another,” I said, nodding toward her as I buttoned my blouse again - not TOO high but enough my boobs weren’t hanging out anymore. “Besides, he got what he deserved ... what an asshole.”

“I saw what you did with him,” Cindy said admiringly, “I could never have done that!”

“Done what? Tease a guy and then dump him?”

“Well, it was more than that. You acted like you were really hot for him. You even had me fooled.”

“It was just an act to get him away from you. I felt sorry for you to be honest.” Then I grinned at her and couldn’t help but ask, “You DO remember me, don’t you?”

The way her face turned red was answer enough but she added, “Like how could I forget you! That was the craziest night of my life!”

“Oh, so you don’t get father-daughter teams here every night that you take to the back office and then watch them have sex?” I teased her. Her face went from beet red to almost a deep maroon as her embarrassment deepened.

“Noooooo, that was the only time,” she said so naively I wanted to hug her.

“Did you ever tell anyone about it?”

Cindy shook her head vigorously and let out a deep breath, her cheeks bulging out as she replied, “Oh heavens no, who would I tell? Besides nobody I know would have even believed me!”

Then she looked like she was puzzled or trying to remember something and after a few seconds she shook her finger the way my mom does when she is trying to make a point.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Odd question but I nodded.

“Do you have a photo of him?”