Wow, this mall is just perfect. It’s almost a crime that I only chose to go here now. This is exactly what I needed. Just having some fun. I guess it is nice to just step out of the house every now and again. Looks like I owe a few people an apology.

I throw away my empty plate before stepping out of the food court. I just wish I brought more than five bucks for food. I guess it’s what I get for thinking that only window shopping would suffice. Last time I make that mistake.

I head to the exit, but out of the corner of my eye, I see something that immediately changes my mood. It’s the guy from earlier. Fuck. Ok, just like before. If I don’t acknowledge him, he’ll go away. Just don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look.

“Excuse me,” I hear, “Excuse me, ma’am. I’m glad I could find you again. Please, this’ll just take a second. You won’t regret it. This fragrance right here is to die for. Just a quick whiff, please.”

I try avoiding eye contact, but he starts getting in my way, preventing me from walking past him.

“Ma’am, please,” he continues with his fucking annoying demeanor, still cutting me off at every turn, “Just do yourself this favor. You deserve it. This scent is the best we have in stock. It’s so good, ma’am. You’ll have every guy miles, neigh, lightyears away tripping over themselves to get tao you.”

“Thank you, but I’m still not interested,” I reply, giving him a smirk as I try maneuvering around him,

“Just one sniff will change your mind, ma’am. Not even a second of your time. Just give it a chance. This flavor was basically made for you. I can actually imagine you wearing it.”

Come on, man. I get that you have a quota to meet or you won’t get a promotion or face being unemployed, but isn’t this a bit much?

“I actually already have that flavor already,” I lie,

“Not a problem, ma’am,” he relents, “Perfect gift for your mom, sister, aunt, niece, brother, nephew, dad, I don’t judge. Can never go wrong with a good smell.”

“I’m an only child distant from my family.”

“Friends are also applicable.”

“Don’t have any.”

“Random act of kindness to a stranger.”

“I don’t have any money.”

“It’s on me.”

DUDE!!!

“I couldn’t possibly do that to you,” I say, still trying to contort myself out of his trap,

“I swear, ma’am,” he assures, “It’s not a problem at all.”

“No, really, I-”

“Ma’am, honestly, I don’t mind.”

He reaches for his pocket, but I stop him, saying,

“Wait, stop. Stop. Stop. Ok, listen ... uh ... Nicholas, cut the bs and just be completely honest with me. Which is it, is it your job or a raise that’s at stake?”

He sighs before removing his hand from his pocket, saying,

“Both.”

“And I’m the one person that’s supposed to put you over the quota, huh?”

“Not exactly. You’re the second to last. Listen, I’m sorry. Trust me, this is the last thing I thought I’d be doing. I always hated these types of people. But I kinda need the money for this job. So I kinda had to swallow my pride and sense of self worth.”

“What do you need the money for?”

He doesn’t answer. I immediately catch on. I know a desperate man when I see one. He’s either trying to make ends meet or he’s escaping something. Or someone.

“Oh ... ok,” I say, “Alright, here’s what I’m gonna do, I actually don’t have money, but just give me about ten minutes and I’ll go home and get some money to buy the last two bottles.”

“That’s so great of you, but I’m seriously fine with paying for you,” he replies, “Plus, my shift ends in five minutes. Sooo.”

“Oh, really? Jeez, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t even. I’m perfectly fine with it. Plus, with the bonus, it’ll make it more than worth it, anyway.”

He reaches into his pocket again, pulling out his wallet along with $50 and giving it to me before saying,

“Ok, we’re in a blind spot right now, so I’m gonna need you to walk over here. And try to make this look as real as possible. Wouldn’t wanna raise suspicion.”

As soon as he says that, I’m immediately struck with an idea on how I can pay him back. I follow his direction, trying to look annoyed as to make this look as authentic as possible. After mouthing random things to give the insinuation that he’s trying to sell me the perfume, I groan in feigned annoyance before angrily presenting the $50. He takes it and I snatch the perfume. Once our transaction is done, I walk past him, whispering,

“Meet me in that closet in there after your shift’s over.”

I don’t even need to look back to know that he’s excited. The sounds of his rapid footsteps are getting that message across for me. I chuckle at the reaction I’ve garnered before stepping inside of the closet, making sure I’m in the clear in the process. Once I’m secure, I shut the door and wait.

It’s a bit deeper than I thought it would be. Looks like the perfect place to get a bit of ... payback. After a few minutes of waiting, I hear the doorknob turn, so I prepare to finally repay my debt. The door opens and, just as expected, it’s Nicholas. He checks the area to see if he’s in the clear before shutting the door.

“Hey, you,” I say as he turns back to me, “Thanks again for covering the bill. You’re such a gentleman.”

“Well, who says chivalry is dead?” he replies,

“How right you are. But that doesn’t mean that a girl shouldn’t show gratitude when something nice is done for her.”

I giggle before kneeling down in front of him and placing my hand on his crotch, gently rubbing it.

“And if I can’t do it through money, then it would seem that I’d have to give you the next best thing, right?”

I unbutton and unzip his pants, sliding them down his legs. I then grab the hem of his waistband, grinning at him as I guide them down along with his pants. I slide them past his abdomen, freeing his big, juicy, tasty cock. Fuck, just looking at it is making me wet. It’s not even fully hard yet. Let’s fix that, shall we?

I grab onto his dick, barely able to fully wrap my hands around his shaft, slowly guiding my hand up and down the length of his shaft. He gasps in response to my touch. God, he sounds so sexy. I wanna hear more.

I slightly tighten my grip, granting my own wish as he starts gasping more from it.

“You like that?” I ask in a sultry tone,

“Y-yeah,” he groans, “K-keep going. Stroke it just like that.”

I do as instructed, stroking his wonderful cock as he continues his light moans. As I continue my movements, he starts getting bigger in my hand, making me slightly loosen my grip.

“Ooo,” I say, trying to hold him in my hand, “You’re getting so big for me. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep you in my hand much longer.”

I then notice some of his precum leaking from the tip of his dick. I lean forward, inching my mouth closer and closer to it, whispering,

“I think my poor little hands need some assistance. Don’t you?”

I then stick out my tongue, placing it on the tip of his cock, licking up the precum leaking from it and savoring the taste. He tilts his head up, groaning as I continue my licking. After moments of licking up the clear musky liquid, I wrap my lips around his head, gently sucking on it, bringing my other hand to his cock, stroking him faster.